The Subjugation of Erin

This road-trip had already gone completely to shit. Erin was still shocked at everything that had transpired as she fumbled with the old phone in the creepy old man’s house. Everything around her was old. Erin tried to not think to hard about the last 24 hours and refocused on trying to get ahold of anyone. Anyone that could help her and her friends.

Every number Erin called she received a busy signal or total silence. Erin wanted to smack the phone agains the wall but judging by how old everything looked she might have made a hole in the wall.

As Erin tried yet again to call out to someone she heard the old man yell for her. His voice sounded panicked or angry yelling for her help. Reluctantly Erin left the phone and went to see what the old homeowner wanted. As Erin rounded the corner she saw him laying on the bathroom floor. His pants and underwear gone but he had fallen out of his wheelchair and apparently missed the toilet seat.

“Finally your here! Help me up damnit.” Said the old man, his eyes lingered on Erin’s bust. Subconsciously Erin moved one hand over her chest to help cover herself, even though she had a shirt on his eyes seemed to pierce right through it.

“Wha, what happened?” Asked Erin innocently.

“I slipped. Obviously. And my legs don’t work, also obviously”. He snapped back.

Erin looked at the frail looking man and stared openly at his two missing legs. She recalled he was in a wheelchair when she and her boyfriend Kemper arrived at the house but she never really noticed his legs were just gone. The man hadn’t let Kemper into the house saying something to the effect that he didn’t trust him. Erin was sure it had more to do with him just wanting an attractive woman such as herself in his home.

Erin tried to remember the old man’s name, Matt? Marty? Monty? Monty! That was it. Erin slowly reach down to help him up and as she grabbed him around the waist he embraced her as well. Erin immediately get Monty’s hands grab her buttcheek and one of his hands slid over the top of her jeans and actually grabbed her other cheek under her jeans and panties.

“HEY!” Erin yelled at the lecherous old man and she unceremoniously dropped him on the toilet seat with a thump.

The old man chuckled to himself, “now now. You can’t blame me for that. Look at yourself. Your practically begging for it. And, if you know what’s good for you and your friends you’ll do what I tell ya”.

“Fuck you pervert!”

“Well we will need to do something about that potty mouth of yours. So here’s the deal. You do what I tell you or none of you make it out of this town…”

Erin had a mix of anger and confusion cross her face. What was this old bastard talking about. He’s probably just some old pervert. Erin turned to walk away and she heard Monty’s voice call out, “if you care about your friends I wouldn’t do that look out the window”.

Slowly Erin glanced out of the window near the hallway, through the dirty glass she couldn’t see much but she could see where Kemper was standing or was supposed to be standing.

“Where did Kemper go?” Erin asked the old man.

“Oh Ho Ho, I bet you’d love to know. Be a good girl and come back here and maybe I’ll tell you”.