Disclaimer: Dallas and its characters belong to Lorimar, David Jacobs, et al. I am simply borrowing these characters for non-profit entertainment purposes only and am in no way associated with them.

Rated: R – For strong language and scenes of explicit sexual content.

Sue Ellen winced a little as Luther tightened his grip on her as the back door flung open, exposing them to the frigid wind. Shivering uncontrollably, she had no choice but to follow him, struggling to keep up with his pace as they made their way past the dead garden, now slightly coated with a thin layer of snow. Seeing the two houses nearby, he glared at her, gripping her arm.

“Where?” he demanded, his eyes piercing into hers. Hesitantly, Sue Ellen pointed at the one closest to them. With callous force, he tugged her arm, and within minutes they made their way there. Staggering a little, she managed to open the door, the wind whipping her dark hair when she did.

Closing the door behind them, he turned in the lock and let go of her arm. “So where’s the banner?” he asked, his voice softening some, becoming husky. Reluctantly, Sue Ellen looked up, catching the look of desire in his eyes again.

Uncomfortable by his intense gaze, she turned away and replied meekly, “It’s in the closet, I think.” Slowly, she turned to lead the way, and he followed her, keeping his pistol in hand. As she walked a few steps ahead of him, he couldn’t help noticing how graceful she moved. She had a certain stride, from the way she moved…like a real lady would. Wanda wasn’t at all like that…JR sure was a lucky man…

‘Who messed with the wrong one,’ he thought bitterly, thinking about how he took advantage of his wife last night. He raped her. That was what Wanda said, and he believed her. He had to…

Bearing that very thought in his mind, his mood shifted, and he became harsh again. “Hurry up,” he ordered. I ain’t got all day.” A new wave of fear swept through her. Was he going to hurt her? Kill her? The mere thought of that possibility made her shudder. She wanted to cry, but she was too frightened, too petrified, afraid if she had disobeyed, if she made even the slightest error in her movement and drew the intruder’s suspicion, a terrible fate would befall her.

Zombie-like, she moved towards the closet as they made their way into the bedroom, and opened it. Luther pulled up a chair from the vanity table, and sat down. Leaning back, he watched her, and waited.

With trembling hands, she managed to pull the white box from the top shelf. She set it down on the bed, and he watched her intently as she removed the lid, studying her every move. Then, she stopped, her eyes falling down to the picture inside. It was a image of JR and herself ten years ago, when he had brought her to the annual Ewing Barbeque for the first time. They both looked so happy then…so young, so full of promise and hope…nothing like it was now in the present. She fought for control of her emotions as she continued to stare at it, remembering how much she had fallen in love with him then, and the look in her eyes from the way she looked at him in that picture, a naïve innocent young lady, who had no idea what she was getting herself into. Now, here she was, ten years later, trapped in a loveless marriage to a man who only wanted her as a trophy wife, a man who had coldly rejected her time and time again, seeking comfort in the arms of other women. And for what? What was it about her that made her so repulsive to him? Although there was no denying that she loved the title and money that came with being Mrs. JR Ewing, it was much more than that. All she had ever really wanted was for him to love her, and to love him in return. Lost in a mixture of sadness, pain, and anger, she continued to stare down at the photograph, once again reminded of the fact that JR would never change. Before she realized it, a lone tear slipped from her eye, had trickled down to her cheek before she could stop it.

“Well?” Luther’s voice boomed, startling her some. Distracted, she looked up. Surprised by the sight of her sadness, he rose to his feet and approached her. When he did, he caught hold of what she was looking at. Nosily, he picked it up, studying it. She didn’t stop him. Instead, she just simply stood there, wiping away the tear that had unexpectedly given way to her fragile emotions.

“That you?” he asked. Sue Ellen took a deep breath, closed her eyes, and nodded. Luther looked away from the photograph, instead shifting his attention to her. “Yer as pretty now as ya were then,” he whispered, his face inches from hers as he eyed her, his lips curling back slightly, giving a hint of a smile. Sue Ellen cast her eyes downward, and saw the white banner in the box. Not showing any hint of emotion, she extended her hand, and picked it up. Still avoiding his gaze, she held it to him. Satisfied, he nodded. “Good. Now go get a swimsuit.” Obediently, she slowly went over to the dresser drawer, pulling the second shelf open. She fumbled through some, and found one of her old swimsuits. She took it out and turned to him, yet not meeting his eyes.

As he stared at her, a thought crossed his mind, and he wondered what she looked like without her clothes on. His intentions were getting harder. The real plan was just to scare ‘em, just to teach them boys a lesson about messin’ with their women…but he couldn’t help wanting her. She was so beautiful…the prettiest lady he had ever seen…Hell, if he had his way, he’d replace Wanda over her…

Letting his impure thoughts getting the better of him, he sat down on the bed, staring at her intently. “Take off your clothes.”

Sue Ellen’s eyes snapped back to attention, not believing her ears. Had she heard him right? “What?” she responded, shocked.

“You heard me,” he said, his tone rough and demanding. “I wanna see ya take off your clothes. I wanna see all of ya.”

Sue Ellen shook her head violently, the tears threatening to fall from her eyes again. “No,” she pleaded weakly.

Becoming angry at her refusal, he cocked his gun, though he had no intention of using it. “I said, now,” he growled.

Sue Ellen was shaking all over, unable to act or think…and thoroughly terrified at what he might do to her. What had she done to face such a horrible ordeal?

Struggling to hold back her sobs, she moved her hands up to her blouse, and began to unbutton her shirt, her trembling hands reflecting the agitated state she was now in. She shut her eyes, trying not to think of him looking at her as she undid button after button…and Luther’s eyes darkened in lust as her blouse came undone, revealing her voluptuous breasts. Breathlessly, he whispered, “Keep going.”

Sue Ellen sniffled, keeping her eyes closed as her blouse fell to the floor. Slowly and hesitantly, she undid her belt and unzipped her pants, stepping out of them. Clad only in her underwear and bra now, she stood there, immobile.

“Go on,” the drawled, guttural whisper echoed.

Sue Ellen shook her head again, pleading for him to stop. “No…please…I can’t.”

“Just do as I say,” he commanded, holding his gun for emphasis, not taking his eyes off her body. Sue Ellen began to cry softly. She had never revealed herself completely to another man before, not even to her husband…and it left her petrified. Yet, she had no choice but to go on. Reaching her hands behind her back, she had somehow managed to unclasp her bra, letting it slip past her arms and dropping it to her floor. Luther inhaled sharply, and felt himself harden at the sight of her bare breasts, watching her wantonly when she tucked her fingers under the waistband of her underwear, slipping it off slowly with shaking hands, letting it slide down and fall to her ankles. Now completely naked, she stood before him, feeling the redness creep into her face, too ashamed to speak.

Luther felt his mouth water as he continued to covet the perfectly flawless beauty standing just a few feet away from him. She was so breathtakingly beautiful, more beautiful than anything he’d ever seen. His eyes continued to wander further down, staring at her hardened nipples, moving down to the trim flatness of her stomach, and the graceful curve of her hips…down to the soft curls of her womanhood…secretly imagining what it would be like to feel her body pressed against his. Finally, his eyes wandered further down, studying the gracefulness of her luscious long legs. He’d never seen such a lovely pair of legs like that on a woman before…

Inhaling sharply, he beckoned to her. “Come here.” Sue Ellen moved her hands over her breasts, in a desperate attempt to cover herself, trying to hide her fear and shame. “I won’t hurt you,” he said softly.

Biting down on her lower lip, she took a step forward, and then another. She stopped in her tracks, standing just inches away from him, her body shuddering, partly from the cold, but mostly from her fear and humiliation. Then, much to her shock and horror, he reached out to touch her. She flinched when she felt him come into contact with her arm, pulling it down so that her body was exposed to him again. He smiled licentiously, and moved his hand to touch her cheek, parting a strand of hair away from her face as he did so.

“You’re the prettiest lady I’ve ever laid eyes on,” he whispered quietly. Sue Ellen recoiled a little, her fear suddenly giving way to anger…angry that he made her strip down, leaving her exposed like a whore. Without thinking, she slapped him hard across the cheek, taking him by surprise. In a fit of rage, he grabbed her roughly, seizing her arm with brute force.

“Don’t you ever think about slappin’ me like that again, ya hear?” Whimpering in pain, she could only nod. Suddenly feeling guilty by the way he’d treated her, he let her go. “Go on, get dressed. Hurry it up.”

Quickly, she picked up her swimsuit and stepped into it, wanting to cover her body as much as she could. Once she was done, he handed her the banner to put on. She did so, and he went over to the closet, tossing her a trench coat. “Here, put this on, ‘fore ya freeze to death.” Surprised, yet relieved, she put the coat on, clutching it to her tightly in a desperate attempt to cover herself as she stepped into her stilettos. With that, he reached out and grabbed her arm. “Let’s go. Ain’t got any more time.” Helplessly, she followed him. He opened the door, once again exposing them to the frigid wind. It was snowing now, and judging from the darkening sky, a blizzard would soon follow.

“Come on, move!” Luther ordered, pulling her with him as they rushed back towards the house. “Come on Miss Texas, gotta get a move on!”

Within minutes, they made their way inside, and he shut the door behind them, roughly shoving her back into the living room. Everyone turned to look at her, their eyes filled with pity and sympathy, while Peyton stood by the fireplace, laughing in delight.

“And now, heeere’s Miss Texas!” he declared in between fits of laughter, looking over at JR, who in turn was now looking at his wife, feeling guilty. ‘Dear God, don’t let them hurt her,’ he silently prayed.

Wanting to continue their game, Luther smiled mischievously, taking her by the arm. She briefly tripped by the chair as she tried to keep up with his pace, and he moved her so that she was standing in front of them.

“Oh yeah,” Peyton said excitedly, anxious to get a look at her body.

“What’d you do for the talent contest, honey?” he asked cheerily.

Thrown off by the question, she glanced at him confusedly. “What?”

“They have talent contests…in those beauty shows,” Payton teased, belittling her, while Luther smirked in amusement.

“I sang,” she replied mutely.

“OK everybody!” Payton shouted then, startling her. “Our former Miss Texas will now sing.” JR continued to watch her, his poor, pitiful Sue Ellen…the sight of her once again intensifying his wish that he had the power to kill them with his bare hands for humiliating her this way…

“Sing what you sang then,” he ordered, feigning a frown at her. “Only modern it up.”

Sue Ellen closed her eyes momentarily, lowering her gaze to the floor. She couldn’t do it…

“Sing,” Luther ordered, ignoring his conscience. Deep down, he felt guilty for putting this innocent woman through this, but he couldn’t think about that now. All that mattered was getting even….

Paralyzed by her fear, she didn’t respond. “Sing,” he repeated. Pamela glanced at Sue Ellen, feeling terribly sorry for her, and angry as well. Angry and disgusted at what they were putting her through. She cast them a death look, but they ignored her and continued to push her. Miss Ellie looked on remorsefully at her, trying hard not to cry. Sue Ellen didn’t deserve this…

Sue Ellen didn’t move, didn’t speak. Instead, she kept her eyes fixated upon JR. Though her expression was blank, the look in her eyes said it all…the anger, the pain…the hell that he was putting her through. If it wasn’t for him, she wouldn’t have had to endure this.

Becoming aggravated by her hesitation, Luther removed his cap, hitting her with it.

“SING!” he shouted. Startled, Sue Ellen lowered her head, trying to hide her tears. Losing patience, he roughly parted her trench coat, exposing her swimsuit, moving his hand over to her behind, causing her to whimper….

“You’re gonna give us a show Miss Texas…” Nuzzling her cheek, he added, “Or you and I are gonna start our own show.” Emphasizing his words, he began to stroke her behind, getting a good feel of its firmness. She was tight…he liked that…

Thoroughly enjoying the show, Payton glanced over at JR, chuckling some. “Luther has never been the shy type.”

Wanting JR to know how serious he was, Luther roughly grabbed her buttocks, squeezing her so hard, she yelped in pain, and bit her lip to keep from crying.

Losing all sense of reason and control, JR began to rise from his chair, ready to kill him.

Catching his move, Luther pointed his gun at him. “Stay right there!” he shouted. “I swear I’ll shoot!” Reluctantly, JR sat back down, casting cautious glances from Payton and back to Luther.

Luther took a step forward, still pointing the gun at JR. “Now one way or another, we’re gonna do what we came here to do!” Sue Ellen put her hand to her mouth, too afraid to move from her spot.

“And when we’re done we can leave a house full of people alive or dead!” he roared. When JR didn’t move from his spot, Luther grew calm again, keeping his anger in check…though he made a point of keeping his warning true.

“If I were you Junior, I wouldn’t move a muscle.”

JR let out a small sigh, feeling powerless again, forcing himself to relax. Pleased that he had gotten his way again, Luther turned to look at Sue Ellen, who kept her frightened gaze upon JR. Wanting to get this over with. He moved his hand over to touch her behind again. Holding the gun to her, he growled, “Now you start singin’ sweetheart, cause I like to be entertained.”

Meanwhile, Jock and Bobby sat back in the car, frustrated that they still hadn’t been able to get off the main highway. A highway patrolman approached them. Rolling down the window, Bobby opened his mouth to speak. “We need to get back to Braddock. It’s a family emergency.”

The patrolman shook his head apologetically. “I’m sorry, but the main roads are closed down. Until the weather passes, I’m afraid I can’t let you pass.”

“Well we can’t just sit here in the middle of the storm!” Jock boomed. The patrolman nodded.

“I suggest you get a motel off the highway. There’s a back road about a quarter of a mile ahead.”

Bobby let out an aggravated sigh. From the looks of it, they had no choice. He hoped that Pam was all right. Judging from the sound of her voice on the phone, he could tell something was wrong…

“All right,” he said reluctantly.

“Best ya can do for now. Take care,” the patrolman said, and walked off. Bobby rolled up the window, and looked at Jock. “Daddy, I got a bad feelin’ about this.” Jock gave him a knowing look. “I know Bobby…but from the looks of it, ain’t nothin’ we can do for now.”

Bobby turned away, staring out into the distance, where the storm raged on. What the hell was going on?

“Sing,” Luther ordered again. Sue Ellen cast her eyes upon JR again. Feeling a renewed sense of strength from her anger towards him, she began to sing softly.

“People…who need people…”

“The coat!” Luther shouted. Trying to control her emotions, she slowly pulled the coat away, exposing her flesh, even as the tears fell freely down to her cheeks.

“…Are very special people….”

“Come on! I have to give you instructions!”

Struggling to control her sobs, Sue Ellen tried to sing, casting a hateful look at JR. How she hated him now for what he’d done… “We’re children needing other children…”

JR looked away, feeling the immense guilt as he heard her sing quietly.

Gathering up his courage, his eyes met hers again.

“Come on missus, a little louder!”

“…And yet letting our grown-up pride, hide all the need inside…” Clinging to her coat, she went on. Angrily, she kept her glare directly at JR, gritting her teeth. “Lovers…are very special people…They’re the luckiest people in the world…”

JR licked his lips, silently trying to extend his comfort, willing her to look at him, as if trying to convince her that it would be all right…

Sue Ellen was crying now, knowing she was losing control. Reluctantly, she let go of the coat, and clasped her hands together. “People…who need…people…are…very…special…peep…” Losing all sense of control, she lowered her eyes to the floor, sobbing softly. “People…”

“Look I told you.” Luther said, as he started to walk up to her, trying to cover his guilt, acting aggravated by her weak performance. She was so pretty…so sweet…so innocent…he always wanted to have a wife like that…damn…it wasn’t fair…

He reached out, and tore the banner from her, making her fall down to her knees, unable to stifle her sobs…

“Oh, God,” she cried, making a last desperate attempt to go on. “People…” At that point, Luther gave up. He couldn’t hurt her anymore…

Peyton continued laughing. At that point, Pamela had had it. “Peyton, are you gonna let him take his justice out on this lady, when you told us yourself that his Wanda wasn’t raped at all?” she asked, shocked and dismayed by his appalling behavior. How could he find all this so funny?

Caught off guard by her words, Luther tore his eyes away from Sue Ellen. He turned to Payton. “You said what?”

“I never said nothin’ like that,” he lied.

Angrily, Pam spoke up again. “You said she’s always lookin’ for a good time. Looks like she and JR had a lot in common.”

Miss Ellie stared at him in disgust and contempt. “Maybe justice should come from your wife, not JR’s.”

And then it hit him. None of this was right…he’d been denying it all along…hell, there was no sense denying it. It wasn’t the first time. A wave of guilt washed over him, thinking about how much pain he’d caused…especially for Sue Ellen…

He turned over to look at Peyton, knowing that he couldn’t go on. Wanda would never change…she was always gonna go runnin’ around on him…

“God…”

“Luther?” He watched him as he pressed the wrinkled banner to his forehead as he came to the painful truth about Wanda. He’d been fooling himself all these years…Wanda would never love him, or be faithful to him…

He threw down the banner, thinking. ‘To hell with her. She ain’t worth it.’ Then, he turned, catching the downcast, saddened, yet beautiful woman that was called Sue Ellen. Sue Ellen. Immensely captivated by this woman, a decision reached his mind. Yeah. That was it. From what he could see, she was a good woman…and a damned fine one too…what could stop him from having her as his own? Her husband didn’t want her either…

“Luther?” Peyton said again, wondering what he was thinking. He didn’t reply. Instead, he bent down, reaching to pick up the trench coat, and put it around her, helping her up, even as she continued to cry.

“You were right about her, Allen,” Luther said quietly, not taking his eyes away from Sue Ellen…

“Oh, come on…”

“I don’t need her anymore,” he said suddenly, looking at Peyton. Then, his eyes returned to Sue Ellen, and he softened some. “I already got what I come for.”

JR’s eyes widened in horror. What did he mean by that?

Dumbfounded, Sue Ellen looked up at Luther, blinking the tears away from her eyes, not understanding what he meant.

Thinking he knew the meaning behind his words, Peyton laughed. “Well what’re ya waitin’ for? I’ll go with sugarplum here,” he said, casting another lustful glance at Lucy. Lucy clung to Miss Ellie tighter, shaking her head violently.

“No, Allen, we’re done here.”

Confused again, Peyton responded: “Huh?”

Luther smiled as he continued to stare at Sue Ellen. Tenderly, he reached out to push a strand of hair away from her forehead, again taking in her timid, lovely features. “I mean, we’re done.” Becoming serious, he shot another hard glare at Peyton. “I’m takin’ her home with me.”

“No!” JR shouted, rising from his chair.

“Luther, are ya crazy?” Luther ignored Peyton, and raised his gun at JR again. “Too late, Junior. Your wife is mine now.” At that point, Sue Ellen burst into tears, painfully aware of what was to happen…

With that, he gently but firmly seized control of her arm, leading her out of the living room. Peyton, keeping alert by pointing his gun at them, followed him. “Come on, Luther, you ain’t thinkin’ straight here. The law’ll be after us.”

“Please,” JR pleaded, taking a few steps toward them, trying to hide the fear and nervousness that was evident his voice, “Spare my wife.” He cast his eyes at Sue Ellen, in the hopes that she understood how much they conveyed the emotions he felt so strongly for her right now. How he wanted to kill that bastard for touching her, for scaring her like that, to hold her and tell her that everything would be all right…

Desperately, he looked at Luther again, his eyes begging him to let her go. Luther smirked at him. “Not a chance.” With that, he grabbed her forcefully, quickly heading out the door, with Peyton following behind.

“Oh, God!” Pamela cried out, putting her hands to cover her mouth. Miss Ellie began to cry, as did Lucy…

“No!” JR shouted, trying to go after them, even as they took off running into the storm. Ignoring the strong wind, he went after them, but it was already too late as they shoved Sue Ellen into their old truck, getting inside and slamming the doors shut. They ignited the engine and took off, going at full speed. Gasping for air, JR continued to run, but it was useless, as he helplessly lagged behind, unable to keep up with the truck…

“Sue Ellen!” he screamed. “Sue Ellen!” His pleas were met by the sound of the engine dying as the truck faded into the darkness. Blinded by his sullen rage, he clenched his fists. ‘Oh, God’ his mind screamed. ‘I’m gonna kill you for this you bastards!’