by Janet Durbin
Pulling off the road, he parked the van behind a clump of bushes, hiding it from any passersby, what little there were. The darkness of night helped. He pulled the curtain dividing the back from the front open and saw the girl watching him, fear filling her eyes. He loved those eyes. They were as blue as the sky. He crawled across the carpet covering the floor. She cowered from him; he pulled her close. Flipping her over on her belly, he admired her ass.
It was small and tight. None of the cottage cheese look touched its beauty. He grabbed it with both hands and squeezed. The girl whimpered. He slapped her butt and held a finger to his lips. She quieted. Again, he swelled with pride. Feeling the ache of want, he lifted her hips and spread her ass. He played with the opening of her anus, circling it with first his finger then with his penis.
Rew watched with horror as the man came at her with his large engorged penis. He lifted her hips and played with her ass. She knew the penis was too large, and knew he did not care. All he cared about was his need. She felt it touch her anus and go in. She pulled her knees in, toward her belly, trying to reduce the pain. It didn't help. She remained silent, even though she wanted to scream.
The man leaned across her back and pushed harder. His breath huffed with each thrust. He reached for one of her breasts and milked it like he would a cow. She grunted when he pushed. He was elated. She was a gem. He wanted more. He straightened up on his knees, held on to her hips, and shoved his penis as far inside as it would go. He pulled out then shoved deep inside again. This time, she could not hold back. She screamed.
The man leaned over and slapped her across her head. He hit her over and over until she quieted down. He returned to his knees and pumped her unmercifully. When he had enough of her ass, he moved to her vagina. He wanted to drive his penis into her mouth, but knew it wasn't time for that yet. It would come. Thinking about her wet tongue moving over him caused his need to rise to an even higher level.
He pulled out and flipped her onto her back. He hoisted her knees up onto her belly and drove his aching penis home. The girl arched her head back, though she did not let out a sound. He lay on her legs and rocked his hips in an urgency driven wild by the need to release. Moments later, he did.
Rew felt every inch of her used body. Her anus throbbed and her vagina felt like it was ripped wide open. Yet, her body tingled with need. She felt the man's penis inside her, growing smaller. She felt him slide it out and get up. She felt the emptiness below and wanted it to be filled again. Did these feelings make her a slut? Her mind said yes, but her body said no. Which one would win? She had a feeling it was going to be her body.
The man slid into the driver seat and started the van. He backed out and returned to the road. The headlights shined bright in the dark. He knew he had about three more hours ahead of him before he reached his destination. He had a cabin in the Monongahela National Forest.. It was far from anything and he took great steps to make sure no one knew it was there. He built it, alone, from the local timber. He made sure to do it over a period of time, using trees from several areas so as not to thin the growth.
No road led to the cabin, He had to walk to it. It took just over five hours. A particularly dense patch of forest hid the van from prying eyes flying above or those driving nearby. He had thought of everything. Other girls were brought to it. He soon discovered they were not The One. He buried them in the forest when he was through with them..
The sign he looked for lit up in the headlights. It was a clump of holly bushes. It was the only ones in the area. He had planted them himself. Turning the van, he disappeared through the opening and onto an overgrown trail wide enough for the vehicle. He went slowly, the ground was soft and he did not want to leave tire tracks. He knew the tall grass would return to its upright position as soon as daylight hit it, hiding any evidence. He had checked on previous visits to make sure.
About three miles into the trees, a particularly thick growth of hanging vines seemed to block the way. He got out of the van and moved toward it. Pulling back a bunch, he exposed the hiding spot for the van. He returned, drove inside and replaced the vines.. Dried dead leaves hung on the branches. It was late in the year. Snow would soon cover everything. He liked the snow. It was beautiful to watch as it fell. It made everything pure.
The man moved to the back of the van and opened the doors. The girl was asleep. She was beautiful, like the snow. He felt his pants shift over the growing penis. He touched it. He knew he had to wait. It would be daylight soon and he wanted to be as close to the cabin as possible before then. He was tired.
He picked up a knapsack and placed in onto his back. It had a few things in it to hold him over until he reached the cabin. He kept his cabin well supplied, especially in the winter when the snow made travel virtually impossible. He wrapped a blanket around the girl before picking her up. She mumbled in her sleep, resting her head on his chest. He kissed her softly on the top of her head.
Turning to the northwest, he started through the undergrowth. It was not particularly thick because of the time of year. In spring, he had to be careful of the thorn bushes and would have a harder time of it.. Halfway to his destination, he stopped to rest. He put the now awake girl down on the ground. Opening the sack, he pulled out a granola bar. It was his favorite kind, maple brown sugar. She looked at the bar with longing. It had been some time since she ate last.
The man saw the look and pulled out a second. He handed it to her. She hesitated, but quickly grabbed it from him when he started to pull it back. Both enjoyed the maple taste, lightly doused with brown sugar. When they finished, the man took her wrapper and placed it in the knapsack with his. It made him mad when he saw litter carelessly tossed into the forest. Placing the pack on his back again, he picked the girl up and walked the familiar path through the darkness.
Rew wondered how the man knew where he was walking. It was so dark. She was lucky to see the nose in front of her face. She knew she would be lost in a second if he decided to leave her alone. She snuggled deeper into the blanket, feeling the warmth of the man next to it. Her hands and feet were cold. The rope was not tight, but it prevented her from moving, thus reducing circulation to them.
The light of the coming dawn glowed red on the tops of the trees when the cabin came into view. Rew inhaled deep through her nose. The tape had been replaced after the granola bar was finished. It was rustic, yet beautiful in the way it blended with its surrounding. She felt a pang in her heart. She knew this was her new home, she would never see the one she loved again. Her family and the police would never be able to find her.
The man remained silent. The only time she remembered him talking was the few sentences he said at the shed. The silence was deafening. She wanted to cry out, to have her voice echo into the valley below, but also knew it would mean the end of her short life. She wanted to live, to experience the joys of marriage, and see her parents again. To do that, she remained as quiet as a mouse.
The man hoisted her higher in his arms as he moved to the door of the cabin. He kissed her on the forehead and said, “Welcome home."
His voice had a deep, almost harmonizing quality to it. It broke the silence. Birds started singing, heralding the coming of dawn. Squirrels started barking out their calls, inviting others to join in. Both rustled through the branches, playing.
He stepped inside and Rew noticed it was as rustic as the outside. The furniture was carved out of wood, as was the bed. The bed stood in a corner near a fireplace. A metal ledge hung inside the fireplace for cooking. Electricity did not run here. Neither did running water. Pans hung from hooks near the fireplace. Area rugs covered the floor for warmth and comfort. The place was neat and tidy.
The man carried Rew to the bed and laid her down. He opened the blanket to expose her tied limbs. That was when she noticed the straps. They were similar to the ones in the shack but different. The ones for her arms were above, attached to the frame of the bed. The ones for her legs hung from the ceiling.
The man
loosened her hands first. She squirmed in resistance; he slapped her hard across her face. The world swam in a sea of swirling mist as he pulled her arms up, securing them. He undid her legs and spread them apart, hanging them in the straps. Her swollen red vagina appeared; it excited him. He wanted to play with it, yet knew he had to warm the place up first. He couldn't let this wonderful gem get sick. That would end all his pleasure.
Reluctantly moving from her, he put some wood into the fireplace. He lit it with a match and watched as the fire grew. He grew along with it. The more he thought of the exposed vagina, the more he grew. As the warmth of the fire filled the room, he removed his clothes. He preferred to be naked. The feeling of synthetic material on his skin, even ones made of 100% cotton, made him cringe with displeasure. He preferred to be pleased.
Rew saw the clothes drop to the floor and watched as the man's penis jumped to attention. She watched as he began to stroke the member with love. She was not able to say anything because he had not taken the tape off her mouth. Her body started to betray her. It wanted that member inside. She felt wetness spread in her crotch. She rotated her hips, gently swinging her legs with the movement.
The man saw her. He refused to acknowledge her need. He continued to play with his penis. He guided his fingers up one side of the shaft before moving down the other side. He spread his knees and played with his balls. Then he grabbed the shaft and jerked the skin upward. He was not circumcised and the skin bunched up on the tip. He pulled it back down, exposing the moisture oozing from the tip. He leaned his head back, watching the girl's reactions. She was becoming his more and more. He would bide his time, tease her, break down her defenses, her spirit, and forever turn her away from the life she knew. That was his specialty. That was what he liked to do, and he was good at it.
He refused to take the tape off her mouth. He had tried that with the other girls and all they did was whine. He did not want to disturb the beautiful sounds of nature with that. That was also the reason he remained silent.
He turned to face the girl. She looked away for a brief moment, and then looked back. He could tell she was fascinated with his manhood. He liked to take them young. When they were young, he could mold them; make them more to his liking. When they no longer pleased him, when they no longer held a purpose, he disposed of them easily.
Rew's mind screamed no. She did not want this man to take her again. He hurt without care. Her body screamed yes, though ... and her body was winning. Her hips lifted off the bed and her nipples became peaks of hard flesh. She wished her hands were free so she could relieve the increasing pressure to her groin. She had never been with a man before but she knew how to please herself without one, though she had never inserted anything inside her vagina other than a fingertip or two. She had played with her clitoris enough to make her cum. She always took a shower afterwards to hide the evidence from her mother.
The man smiled at her and jerked his penis harder. His face turned red from the effort. She thought he was going to explode right there. He moaned when a wad of sperm shot out, arching in her direction, landing on the wooden floor. It missed the carpet. With a sigh, he moved to a shelf, removed a cloth and walked to the mess. He squatted down with his legs open wide, displaying himself to her, as he cleaned it up.
Rew watched in disbelief as his penis started to rise again. She wondered if he ever stayed down. The thought made her giggle. The man looked at her. He smiled, rose to his feet, and walked to the fire. He threw the cloth in. She giggled harder as his penis bounced while he walked. He paused, stared into the dancing flames, before facing her. He moved toward her. Her eyes were glued on the bouncing penis. She failed to see the angry set of his jaw.
The man decided now was the time to fulfill another pleasure he wanted to do. He did not like it when the girls laughed at him. He had to teach her a lesson. Ripping the tape off, he grabbed her lower jaw and lifted it toward him, forcing her mouth open. She was so shocked by the maneuver, she forgot to cry out. He crammed his penis between her soft lips. She tried to close her mouth. He yanked on her hair. When he felt her teeth rake the skin, he reached back and twisted her nipple. Each time she tried something unpleasant, he gave her pain. She finally relented and kept her mouth open.
He guided his penis in and out, causing her tongue to brush against the skin. He shoved it in, feeling the back of her throat. She gagged. He pulled it out. He repeated the process. It felt as good as he had imagined. He indicated for her to suck on the penis. When she was too slow, he slapped her. Her lips closed; he felt the pressure of suction. It made him throb. He pulled his penis from her mouth and guided his balls close. She licked one, then the other. It sent a wave of pleasure up his spine. He shivered.
He stuck his penis back in her mouth and she sucked on it without him needing to indicate. He was in heaven. Only one thing would make this moment the best. He ejaculated in her mouth, deep in her throat. He held her head so she could not pull away, causing her to cough and sputter. He was pleased with her response. Maybe now she would not laugh. If she did, he knew he would enjoy punishing her again. He pulled his limp penis out of her mouth. Before she could spit out his cum, he replaced the tape over her lips.
He could tell by the look in her eyes that she had never tasted cum before. Again, he was pleased to be her first. Stroking himself, he moved to her vagina. It was dripping. He kneeled on the end of the bed and sniffed her. The smell was sweet. He flicked out his tongue and tasted the juices. They were as sweet as the girl.. He knew they would be. Moving his tongue, he teased the little red clitoris. She raised her hips in response.
It was too easy for him. He liked pain and the reactions caused by it. He got off the bed and moved to the shelf where some cloths sat. He grabbed some forceps resting next to them. He brought them back to the bed. The girl looked first at the forceps, then at him. He saw fear. He was glad.
He opened the first one and pinched it on the right nipple. The girl drew in a breath. He opened the next one and pinched it to the left nipple. Again, the girl drew in a breath. No sound came from her other than the breath. When he clamped the third one to her clitoris, she finally screamed. He smiled.
He remembered the rod forgotten in the van. It was okay though, he had another one, a bigger one; one made specifically for his pleasure. He left the girl crying and returned to the shelf. He removed the rod and held it high. The steel shaft glinted in the firelight. This rod made his huge shaft look small in comparison. He saw her eyes widen, tears streaming from their corners. He felt himself rise. This was exciting.
Rew pulled against her restraints. It only caused her legs to swing back and forth. The motion made his penis stand taller. It excited him. She tried to plead through the tape. The only sound that came out was a garbled noise. The man frowned. He came at her, the rod held in front of him. She pleaded louder. The noise infuriated him. She knew it was useless, but she couldn't stop, she was so scared.
The man grabbed one of her swinging legs and yanked it away from the other. His fingers sank into the thigh, leaving deep indentations, causing the tender area there to announce its displeasure at such treatment. He was so angry. It was the first time she had seen him like this. She tried to shift her hips off to the side. The man held them in place, slipping his body between her wildly gyrating legs. He rammed the rod into her vagina as far as he could, withdrew it, and rammed it in again. She couldn't believe the pain. It felt like she was being torn apart from the inside. She wanted to die at that moment. The man shoved and shoved and shoved.
Suddenly she felt lips on her face. The rod was gone. The forceps were gone. The tape was gone She had no idea when he had stopped. She felt his tongue caress hers. She responded. The touch was so soft. All she wanted to do was make this man happy. If she made him happy, he would not hurt her. She felt him cup her breasts. She felt him lay on top of her. She felt his manhood enter her vagina. And she smiled. The nagging emptiness was filled.
The man moved his tongue over hers; she
kissed him back. He felt her resistance give. He rejoiced. He had her. She was his. He entered her with the kind of joy he rarely felt and released his seed with a roar of pleasure. He fell asleep on top of her, his penis still in her, his face nestled in the crook of her neck. She kissed his sweaty brow..
When the man woke, the sun was setting. He untied the girl and took her outside to pee. She was naked. He liked her that way. When they returned inside, he put a collar around her slim neck, securing it with a small lock. A leather leash hooked on to the end of the bed. He did not restrain her limbs. He knew her spirit was gone, along with her need to escape. It showed in her eyes. He motioned with his hand what would happen if she tried to escape. She nodded her head in understanding. He was glad she knew how to be silent. It allowed him to enjoy her better.
He put one of the pots on the fire and filled it with water from a barrel. A drain ran into the wall from the outside and allowed the water to run in. When the barrel was full, he blocked the drain, preventing it from working. He put dried vegetables, along with dried meat in the pot. The smell of stew filled the cabin.
Rew sat on the bed, watching. The collar chaffed. She knew better than to touch it. That would infuriate the man and he would hurt her. She wanted him to touch her in a kind manner, not the hurtful way. She no longer minded his touches. They caused her body to respond in ways she loved.. She loved the way her vagina seemed to ripple like a wave from the ocean whenever he drew near. She didn't like the rod, but even that was changing. She wondered what was so bad about sex that had made her mother tell her such lies. She loved it.
