After the girl

Without further thought you bolt down the stairs and out the door of your cottage. From the look of the young red head she was running away from something she didn't like the look of, and to your conniving mind, that smells of a possible payday. You run after the girl, determined to catch her before she goes too far. Fortunately she keeps pausing to look back, and when she sees you waving to her she stops and runs towards you.

"Help!" She gasps almost completely out of breath, "Please help!" What you thought might be blood on her white tank-top you now realise is red paint, but this is no gag. The student, (she must be a student, she doesn't look any older than 18, if that) has tears streaming down her face and her shirt is on inside-out as she stumbles into your arms.

"God, please help. He's **** my sister!" That gets your attention.

"Who is honey, have you called the police?" you ask the sobbing sobbing teen clinging to your arms. "Who's **** your sister?" You repeat trying to get the critical information out of her.

"Mr. Carter, the new biology teacher! He has her in his cottage! He's fucking her! Oh God, I got away, but he's fucking her so hard!" She points back down the path, her face frantic.

"What's your name, Honey?" You ask with your best reassuring smile as you half walk half drag her in that direction.

"Sally, Sally Mathewson." Your presence seems to be comforting to the teenager, but she doesn't let go of your arm.

"I need you to show me which cottage this man is in, can you do that?" She hesitates as if suddenly afraid. "For your sister, Sally," you remind her. "I need you to help me find your sister." That seems to do the trick and Sally nods and lets you lead her on. You pick up the pace to a fast walk forcing the red-head to jog by your side. You are amused and aroused that as she she bobs up and down against your arm you suddenly become aware of her firm young breasts and the hard peaked nipples that rub against you.

"Did Mr. Carter **** you too?" you ask, although between her inside out tank-top and the tears streaming down her face you are pretty sure you know the answer.

"NO! He's **** my sister! He's made her do things - disgusting things - and then he started **** her!" By now you are almost at the cottage she is pointing to, the one next to yours, and you consider the next step. You try to get her to wait outside but she rejects that idea in panic.

"OK, Sally." You tell her as you push open the door to cottage number 4, "Stay behind me." You can hear the sounds of sex coming from the second floor and you take the steps quietly, turning left at the top of the stairs. Just as you reach the door you realise something that you probably should have noticed before, and smile at the sudden knowledge.