Author: rippnercullen PM
Jackson and Lisa, but don't expect to find any fluff here. Lisa gets taken by Jackson, who punishes her throughly. Contains: lemons, dominance, pain, all good jackson stuff REVIEW please.Rated: Fiction M - English - Suspense/Angst - Chapters: 10 - Words: 17,723 - Reviews: 48 - Favs: 47 - Follows: 40 - Updated: 12-24-08 - Published: 11-18-08 - id: 4662889
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"The barn? What the hell is that?" Lisa shouted, glaring at Jackson.
"Just a little place…that I like to take people to." He replied, grinning towards the road.
Lisa's heart pounded against her chest and she looked away from Jackson, holding her breath. She let out a yell and started pulling at the door handle frantically, only to find it was locked tight.
"Child lock Leese," Jackson said, calmly. "No use in trying to escape, as you just said. Best put your seatbelt on sweetheart, it's going to get bumpy."
Lisa went to question him, but then the car jolted up sharply and Lisa went flying from her seat, smacking her head into the roof. She fell back down and grasped at Jackson's arm.
"What?" she shouted, over the roar of the car. Jackson pried her fingers from his arm and reached across to grab her seatbelt. He pulled it down and clicked it in place, never taking his eyes off of the road.
Lisa still managed to bounce up and down, hurting her already raw backside. Jackson smirked at her occasional cries of surprise from the bumpy road, enjoying her reactions.
The bumping and squealing ended after a while, when the car drew to a halt. The lights in the car went out and they sat in the darkness for a while. All Lisa could hear was her rattled breath. She was so tensed up that when Jackson finally moved she screamed.
"Calm down Leese. Hell, you're so fired up," she heard him say, somewhere in the darkness. She heard him get out of the car and walked around to her side. She could see a glimmer of light from his approaching figure. She quickly climbed over the seat and lay down in the blackness of the back seat. She heard him open the door and look inside.
"Leese, where did you go? Come one Leese, no more playing around. You know what happens," Jackson said, shining the torch into the front seat. The light moved closer, over the seat, over the middle, towards her. Lisa crawled away from the seat and headed towards the door. She clasped the handle in her shaking hand and pulled it quietly. It clicked and Lisa headed towards the outside. She threw the door open and crawled outside, feeling the cold ground on her hands. Her knees finally came out of the car and slammed into the mud. Lisa moved forwards and her breathing picked up again as she writhed forwards. Then she banged into something, long and hard. She felt up the object and realised what it was when she reached some kneecaps.
"As much as I would love to have you there Leese, we have other, more pressing matters," he said, she could hear his smirk even in the dark.
Lisa knelt in the mud and waited. A hand wandered down to her and pulled her up, roughly. Lisa yelled and found her back pressed into a concrete wall, with a cold hand around her neck.
"You're despicable." She hissed at Jackson, knowing it was him. `'Get off of me!"
"Now, now Leese. Don't shout at me, you know what happens if you do that…"he whispered in her ear. His hand trailed down her t-shirt again and Lisa writhed away from his hand.
"No Jackson! Not again!" she shouted. Jackson grinned and removed his hand. He grabbed her wrists and began pulling her along.
"Where are we going Jackson? What is this 'barn'?" she asked, worry splintering her voice.
"Ahh, you'll see darling." He said, stopping suddenly. There was a wrenching sound, like a door being opened. Jackson grabbed Lisa's shoulder and pushed her forwards. She squealed slightly as she felt Jackson shove her further into a room. His hand released her shoulder. She felt him behind her, grabbing her waist close to him, wrapping one of his arms around her waist, the other one sliding down her hips. His head settled on her shoulder.
"Welcome to the barn Leese," he murmured into her hair. The hand sliding down her hip stopped and she heard a flicking noise. A dull red light began to flicker, like those fluorescent light bulbs that you get in garages. Jackson's hand wandered down again and moved up and down along her pelvic bone.
Lisa didn't answer him; she was too shocked by the red-lit barn. It was pretty much bare, apart from a few chairs that littered around a centre, which was facing a large wooden table, which had lots of old rusty swords, daggers, guns, whips and handcuffs laid on it. Lisa saw a pair of stocks in the background, a large wooden pole; presumably this was a whipping pole.
Lisa stiffened when she realised where Jackson had brought her. It's a torture chamber. Wait…what is that?
Her eyes had picked up dark stains on the floor; it looked like the ceiling had a leak in the red light. That's why the barn was cast in red, there was bloodstains splattered all over the floor. Lisa gasped and pressed back into Jackson.
"I don't want to be here." She mumbled, fearfully.
Jackson smiled against her neck and kissed it gently. "Will you run away again Leese?" His hand stroked down further and Lisa shivered. His hand ran inside her jeans and over her black lacy panties. He stroked her sensitive area and she gasped.
"No Jackson, ah, I won't" she whispered, shaking, never taking her eyes from the table. His fingers were all she could feel; she could barely concentrate, let alone talk properly to him.
He smiled into her hair and the hand around her waist disappeared, but he kept stroking her until she began quivering. He pulled her hair back and she gasped as he kissed her neck, still strumming his fingers against her centre through the thin fabric of her underwear. "Say it louder Leese. And, I want you to promise," he said, smirking into her skin.
"I promise you Jackson, I will not run from you. Just take me away from here…and let's go home," she said, louder than before, but her voice still shaking in fear. She relaxed as Jackson removed his hand from her jeans and moved away from her.
Jackson smiled and released her gently, feeling her shaking in fear. He took her hand in his and gently tugged her. She didn't budge.
"Come on Leese," he said, pulling her again. She moved slightly this time, swinging to face him.
"How many people have died here Jack?" she said, in a low tone. Jackson's jaw clenched at her nickname, but he only looked up to smile at her, showing a lot of teeth.
"Not enough Leese," he said, grabbing the top of her arm and hauling her outside. He switched the light off and locked the door behind him. Lisa was stationary, just staring straight ahead of her into the darkness.
Jackson pressed a button on his keys and the car lit up. Lisa stumbled towards it, tears streaming down her face. She opened the door and calmly got inside, waiting for him to get in too.
He climbed in beside her and turned on the engine. He pulled away from the barn and back onto another road, a smoother one. Lisa looked over at him.
"Where are all the bumps?" she asked.
"We're taking the other road home." He replied, turning on the heating as he saw Lisa shivering. She looked away from him and sighed slightly to herself.
All those people…
"Lisa…are you okay?" Jackson asked after a while. She had grown rather pale and had a worried expression on her face. Lisa nodded, Jackson looked seriously at her.
"Yes Jackson…I'm just a little freaked. You managed to scare me. Well done," she said, a faint smile playing on her lips.
Jackson sat back in his seat. "I'm sorry Leese." He whispered.
Lisa looked at him, taken aback.
He apologising? To me?
"I'm sorry that I made you see that. I didn't mean to bring you into my world."
"That's fine Jackson. Just…"
"Could you stop…fingering me?" she said, quietly.
Jackson snickered and the smirk returned. "I can't promise you anything Leese. In fact, I have something for you when we get home."
Lisa closed her eyes and leant against the window. The lights of the house were nearing.
When they arrived Lisa waited in the car until he opened the door for her.
"Get out Leese," he ordered. She sighed and stepped out of the car and followed him inside. He opened the living room door and pushed her inside, locking the front door after himself. He shoved her onto the sofa and sat beside her, gesturing to the television.
"I have something for you." He whispered. He flicked a switch on a new remote and the lights went out and the television came on. It was CCTV footage of some kind of parking lot.
No way…he wouldn't.
Lisa Reisert came strolling onto the screen, looking through her purse and mumbling to herself. Next thing she was backed up against a car, a man holding a knife to her throat.
Lisa gazed across at Jackson, who was smirking at her on the television. He moved over her and she fell down onto her back. Jackson watched the screen. "I told you I would do this again."
He watched the man and followed his every movement. He searched through his pocket and flicked out a penknife, and holding it at Lisa's throat before sliding his hands up her skirt and pulling down her panties.
Lisa lay there in shock, wanting him to stop but not finding the voice.
"Look Lisa. LOOK!" he shouted, taking her chin in his hands and twisting it roughly to the side. She was forced to look at the screen and feel the same from Jackson.
Lisa managed to hold it together until he plunged into her and began pounding her into the floor with his thrusts. Her sobs began and they never stopped until Jackson stopped and twisted her head back to his face.
"Have you learnt your lesson Lisa?" he asked, menacingly. She nodded and Jackson grinned, the continued pounding roughly into her. Lisa felt the tension build up rapidly inside of her.
How can he do this to me? Make me orgasm, even whilst making me relive my own rape. He's either a sex genius, or I am incredibly masochistic and sick…
Lisa came, shuddering, just before Jackson who whispered "Shit! Leese." as he came. He collapsed on top of her and they both lay there panting as Lisa's sounds of protest rang from the TV. Jackson reached up for the remote and switched it off. He looked down at Lisa and rolled them over, so she was laid on his chest.
"Déjà vu, much?" he said, chuckling. Lisa lay on his chest, unmoving.
Why aren't I deeply disturbed? Why was that enjoyable? Is something wrong with me?
Lisa began stroking his chest with her fingers, unconsciously. Jackson looked down and relaxed into her finger motions.
"How did you find that footage?" she asked, quietly.
"I'm very good," he replied, twisting her hair in his fingers.
Lisa removed her hand from his chest and buried her face into him.
"Leese? He asked, looking at her shuddering body. He felt her tears run down his chest and gently touched her chin, to make her look at him.
Lisa sniffed in and her chest shuddered with the amount of sobs she was giving.
"Why does this keep happening Jackson?" she asked, through her tears.
"Sorry?" he asked, not really hearing her clearly through her weeping.
"How do you do it Jackson? You hurt me and degrade me so much…but still manage to…" she trailed off.
"Make you…" Jackson finished for her.
"Yes, Jackson. And I can't figure out why! You're hideously aggressive, you're gorgeous, yes, but you mask that with your anger and hate for me and-"
"Wait…you think that I hate you?" he asked, raising an eyebrow.
"Well…yeah," she answered, collapsing into his chest in exasperation.
"Leese, I don't hate you. I just want you to realise who you belong to."
Lisa tensed up and crawled off of her, pulling the blanket from the sofa and wrapping herself in it. She sat opposite him and sighed gently.
"What are we gonna do Jack?" she asked. Jackson crawled over next to her and put an arm over her shoulder. She leant her head against his chest. He leant down and whispered in her ear.
"You can stop calling me Jack or I'll hurt you some more," he hissed. Lisa's eyes widened. "But then again, you like being hurt, you filthy masochist."
Lisa jolted up sharply, mouth agape. "I do NOT enjoy this!" she yelled. Her hand swung round and collided with his face as she got to her feet. His head rolled to the side. Lisa gasped into the silence. A low rumbling grew in Jackson's chest and he grabbed her legs, pulling her down. He crawled over her and grabbed her throat and wrists with his hands.
"So are you telling me that you don't find this, me dominating you, the tiniest bit arousing?" he questioned.
Lisa didn't answer she looked straight past him. Because she realised something.
Oh God. I do.