Endgame

by Mandie Mills

  “This is farm country. There’s nothing but open fields.”

  “Then go in the field.”

  “I am not dropping my pants so I can pee in a field.”

  “Either you piss in a field or you piss your pants. Your choice.”

  She glanced at him and saw that his expression was a little strange. He didn’t look angry or upset. He almost seemed to be taking pleasure in her discomfort.

  “You’re serious?”

  “I’m serious.”

  Elena bit her lip and saw what looked like a service road ahead. Cars weren’t really supposed to go on them, but she was beyond caring. Besides, if a cop came by then this nightmare would be over. She slowed the car and took the turn. The road itself was nestled in a blind of sorts so the car was blocked from the highway, but past the outcropping of rocks and small trees that lined the road there was nothing but open fields. She stopped the car and turned it off. As if her day couldn’t get any weirder.

  She’d been kidnapped at gunpoint, was being made to drive to nowhere, had jacked off her hijacker, and now she was going to be peeing in an open field just off the highway.

  When she glanced over she saw Tom was smirking at her and she gave him a dirty look as she opened the car door.

  “Don’t look,” she snapped as she came around his side of the car and looked for some place that would give her even a hint of privacy.

  There was nothing but flat ground as far as she could see.

  “What do you think you’re doing?” she demanded as he climbed out of the car, slamming the door closed as he did.

  “Making sure you don’t run.”

  “Really? We’re in the middle of fucking nowhere and you think I’m going to take off in my ballet flats?”

  “Just piss.”

  “That your thing? You like watching women piss?” She crossed her arms over her chest and glared at him.

  “Trust me, sweetheart. You pissing isn’t something I’m aching to see. Now go.”

  She could try to argue with him but she really did have to pee and was almost at the point of having to do a potty dance. Giving him one last dirt look she stomped over to the only small pile of dirt she could see and gripped the top of her pants.

  She was shocked when he turned around so his back was to her. It would seem he was telling the truth. He wasn’t into watersports.

  The last time she’d pissed outside she’d been drunk and in a skirt. In pants it was a lot harder and she almost fell as she tried not to pee on her clothes or feet. Thankfully she had some tissues in her sweater pocket, and used them to wipe herself.

  “That was vile,” she muttered to herself as she stood, wishing she had hand sanitizer or something to that effect.

  She glanced up just as Tom was turning around. There was that look on his face again. The same one he’d given her in the car only moments before he’d ordered her to jerk him off.

  A flutter of fear moved through her body, closely followed by a flush of desire.

  “What are you doing?”

  He was coming toward her. His steps were sure and his look was predatory. She was frozen in place as she watched him approach, and she didn’t say a word as he came right up to her and grabbed her arm.

  “Oh!” she gasped as he hauled her against his strong, hard body.

  He was staring down at her. His indigo eyes burning right down to her soul as she felt his cock grow hard against her stomach.

  “What? Oh!”

  She cried out in shock as he dragged her back toward the car. He wasn’t exactly being rough with her, but he certainly wasn’t giving her the choice to move either.

  “Fuck!” she gasped as he shoved her against the side of the car and pressed his body right up against her. She was trapped between the car and his solid form and could only stare up at him in shock.

  His hand cupped her breast, squeezing for a moment before he started to run it down her torso.

  Elena was in shock. She knew she should fight and tell him no but she couldn’t think straight. His hand was leaving a trail of fire in its wake and her body was so tight she felt herself getting wet. The desire rushing through her body was so strong it was making it hard for her to remember why she should be fighting.

  His hand moved over her mound, cupping it as he rubbed his palm against her.

  “Fuck,” she moaned and squeezed her eyes closed. The pressure felt incredible, and even though her mind was saying she had to stop him, her body was begging for more.

  “Hmmm.” He grinned as his hand slipped under the waistband of her pants and his fingers found their way to her slit. “You’re wet.”

  “Fuck.” She shook her head as he started to rub his fingers over her clit teasingly. She bit her lip, trying to hide how aroused she was as her body tightened and her nipples hardened.

  “You like that?” Two of his fingers slipped deep inside her channel, immediately finding and stroking her G-spot.

  “No,” she moaned, her voice betraying just how incredible it felt. Her body was screaming for more, but her mind was still telling her it was wrong and she didn’t want it.

  “If you want me to stop you’ll have to fight me. And win.” His voice was husky and rough, and there was a hint of something challenging in it as well.

  “Stop. Please.” She moaned again as her legs started to cramp slightly and jolts of pleasure shot out through her body. “Don’t.”

  “Don’t?” he asked in a teasing voice. “You’re not fighting me.”

  “Fuck!”

  She put her hands on his arms and gripped his strong biceps as he moved his fingers faster and harder inside her. The heel of his hand pressed against her clit and she had to bite her lip to stop from screaming in pleasure as her body tightened and her muscles clenched.

  “Stop. Please,” she begged. It was such a confusing place to be. She wanted more but there was still a part of her that knew it was wrong. She was still trying to muster the resolve to fight and get away from him when her pleasure began to crest. She whimpered as she unconsciously opened her body to him, arching into his hand as she closed her eyes and let her head fall back. She was right there on the edge of orgasm, and she wanted it. “Don’t...stop...”

  “Stop?”

  He paused and her eyes flew open. She couldn’t stop the cry of protest that escaped her lips, and he grinned sadistically at her.

  “I thought so.”

  “Oh god!” she almost screamed as he began throttling her pussy. His hand was moving so fast and hard she could barely stand it, and in only seconds she was right there on the brink of orgasm.

  “Come for me.” He was staring right at her and she could see the desire in his eyes. After a moment she forced herself to look away from him.

  “Fuck, oh god...oh fuck!”

  Her legs almost gave out as her orgasm exploded inside her. Pleasure radiated out from every part of her body as her muscles contracted and released at a dizzying pace. Her mind blanked and the only thing she could focus on was how incredible it felt.

  She was barely aware of his body pressing against hers, or his arm wrapping around her waist. It wasn’t until he was dragging her over to the hood of the car that she realized he wasn’t done...and neither was she.

  “Oh!” she gasped and cried out as he deposited her on the ground and spun her so she was facing the hood of the car.

  His hands grabbed at her pants, yanking them down to her knees as she cried out again, this time in anticipation.

  She was so far-gone with pleasure and desire that she needed more. She stood passively, waiting to see what he was going to do.

  “Bend over,” he ordered as he gripped her hips and tugged her back slightly. Without even a moment’s hesitation she did as he said.

  “I’m going to fuck the shit out of the little pussy of yours.” He almost growled in her ear, his bulk pressing against her back as his hands raked over her breasts. “You want that? You want me to pound the fuck out of you? Make you scr
eam as you come all over my dick?”

  She whimpered as he bit the shell of her ear and then pulled back. His hands gripped her hips then slid down so they could spread her lips apart. Then she felt him. The tip of his cock pressing against her opening, but he didn’t move to push into her.

  Her pants were keeping her from widening her stance and she tilted her hips so he was angled a bit better, silently urging him to fuck her.

  “That’s it. Show me how much you want it.” He slapped her ass then thrust his hips forward, almost impaling her with his cock.

  “Fuck!”

  “Yeah, take that dick.”

  “Oh fuck, yes!”

  He didn’t even pause. He just started fucking her, pulling her back to meet him thrust for thrust. He was moving so hard and fast she was almost lifted off her feet and had to fight to keep her balance.

  “Fuck, oh god!” she cried out as ribbons of pleasure began to spiral out from her very core. The pleasure was incredible, and she could barely think as she gave into it.

  “You like that?”

  “Fuck, yes!”

  Her hands were slipping on the hood of the car and she was off balance from having her legs together, but it felt amazing. Every thrust was so hard it jarred her bones. She could hear their slapping skin under her cries and screams, and it was incredible.

  She hadn’t been fucked this hard in a long time. Her body wanted it, and her mind was loving it.

  “Yes! Oh yes!” she cried out as he shifted the slightest bit. Now he was rubbing against her G-spot with every thrust and her arousal doubled as waves of pleasure washed over her.

  “You like that?” he slapped her ass hard enough to make her skin sting as nerves deep inside her body jumped and reacted. “You gonna come all over my dick?”

  “Yes. God yes.” She nodded and fought to keep her grip on the car. “Oh fuck. Oh my god!”

  “That’s it, baby. Come on me.”

  “Fuck!”

  Her body tightened to a point that was almost painful, and it was as though she was trapped in that moment between bliss and ecstasy. Then it broke.

  Her orgasm hit her so hard her legs were taken out from under her. Her hands slipped off the hood of the car as she bucked and writhed, screaming her affirmations and giving into every feeling and sensation.

  It was the first time she’d ever had an orgasm from penetration alone. Every other time she’d ever come during sex was when she’d had some sort of clitoral stimulation to help it along. It was a completely different kind of orgasm and every thought was cleared from her mind. The only thing she could focus on was the pleasure she was feeling.

  She was barely aware of Tom picking her up by the waist and moving a few steps forward so he could lay her over the hood of the car before he gripped her hips and rammed his cock deep inside her still contracting pussy.

  Elena could only press her cheek against the cool metal of the car as he fucked her. Her body was still tight and pleasure was building with every thrust. She felt herself sweeping up toward another orgasm, even before this one had completely finished.

  “Oh god...oh fuck!” This orgasm was just as powerful as the last, and she felt herself slipping from reality as her body contracted and writhed. It was too much. She was in sensory overload and was starting to go into shock.

  “Fuck!”

  He slammed into her a final time, his fingers digging into her hips as he held her against his pelvis. She felt his cock pulse inside her as he shuddered and gave into his own orgasm.

  They stayed like that for a long time, her bent over the hood and him still buried deep inside her. She couldn’t have moved if her life depended on it and he didn’t seem to be in any hurry either.

  When he finally pulled out of her she stayed where she was for a moment longer. Her legs were still shaking from the residual effects of her orgasms, and had no idea what was going on in her mind.

  All she knew was that she’d just had the best sex of her life, and it was with the man who’d hijacked her.

  Chapter Three

  Elena had no idea what she was thinking or feeling and did everything she could to shut off both her mind and emotions as she drove. Driving was simple and it was logical. It could be broken down into steps, and each step made sense. Keep the tires on the road, steer the car so it was centered between the painted lines, adjust pressure on the gas to keep the speed constant. Every action had a reaction. It didn’t matter how many times she pressed the gas the car always went faster. If she turned the wheel the car turned with it. It was predictable and constant, and it grounded her.

  She drove for another hour before she saw the turn to get onto Highway 58. She took it and looked down at the clock. It was now two in the afternoon. She’d left her house just after ten. She’d been driving for four hours. It felt like a lifetime had passed.

  A few miles ahead she saw a sign that said the next township was coming up.

  “I have to stop up here. I can’t drive anymore.”

  Her eyes were stinging and tired from staring at the road and she was getting a headache from concentrating. Her right knee was aching from working the pedals, her butt was numb but still managed to hurt at the same time, and her tailbone felt as though it was trying to gouge a hole through her skin. Her back was starting to get sore and her wrists were aching from holding the wheel. She’d had no idea that driving could be so painful.

  “Fine.” It was the first word he’d said to her since they’d stopped for her to pee.

  When they reached the turnoff she pulled off the highway and stopped in an empty lot right off the main road.

  “I’ll take over.” He opened the door to the car and she climbed out so they could switch places. She took a second to stretch out her legs and her back before sliding back in the car and closed the door beside her.

  “Gum?” Tom asked as he pulled a packet out of his pocket.

  “Sure. Thanks.” She took the stick he offered her and unwrapped it. She noticed that he didn’t take a piece but didn’t really think much of it. As she chewed she noticed how strong the gum was. The spearmint flavoring was making her eyes water and her tongue felt cold. It was way too much, and she was about to spit it out when the flavor started to lessen.

  That had been a bit strange, but as the gum settled in a mild and refreshing mint flavor she just leaned back against the seat of her car.

  Tom started up the car and pulled out of the lot and Elena stared out the window, her eyes growing heavy as she watched the scenery speed by. She didn’t remember making the decision to fall asleep, but her tired eyes closed on their own and she was shrouded in darkness.

  * * * * *

  She came too slowly. Her head was fuzzy, her eyes felt a little sticky, and her neck hurt. She had no idea where she was or what was happening, until she felt the seat under her move.

  She was in the car. Tom was driving. Tom who’d hijacked and kidnapped her.

  Her eyes snapped open and her head cleared a bit as she sat up.

  “Morning, sunshine.”

  “What the fuck? How long did I sleep?”

  She looked around in disbelieve. It was past dusk and the sky was slowly turning from shades of pinks and oranges to reds and purples.

  “Awhile. You were right out of her.”

  “I don’t know what happened there.” She shook her head and twisted her neck, trying to work out some of the stiffness. “I never sleep like that.”

  “Stress?”

  “Probably.” She nodded and looked around. They weren’t near any signs so she had no idea where they were. “Are we close?”

  “Very close.” He nodded, grinning at her in the dimming light. “I’m just about to pull over for the night.”

  “Sure. Good idea.” She rubbed her eyes and stifled another yawn. It was really taking a while to get her bearings back and everything that had happened just before she’d fallen asleep was fuzzy. She didn’t remember pulling over and switching places. The last t
hing she remembered was driving after their impromptu tryst on the side of the highway.

  It didn’t make sense. If he was driving then she’d obviously pulled over. She must still be a little sleep fucked and it was messing with her. That had to be it. She was reacting to the stress of the situation and she was confused. Just then her stomach growled and she realized she was also starving.

  She hadn’t eaten anything more than a granola bar since she’d woken up, and she’d never gotten that cup of coffee. She had some bottled water and beef jerky in her emergency kit in the trunk of the car. If Tom would let her eat then it could tide her over until she could get her hands on some real food.

  “Where are we going to sleep?” she asked suddenly.

  The fact that they would have to sleep during this crazy journey had never occurred to her.

  “In the car. You take the back, I’m good in the front.” he said as if it had always been the plan. His plan maybe, not hers.

  “I’m sorry, did you just suggest we sleep in this car?” she asked as she stared at him. She wanted to make sure she’d heard him right.

  “I did.” He glanced at her, grinning at her expression.

  “I’m not sleeping in this car.”

  “Yes, you are.”

  “You might like to pretend you’re homeless, but I need a bed to sleep on.”

  “Sorry, princess, no bed tonight.”

  “You seriously expect me to sleep in here?”

  “I’ve slept in worse places.” He smirked.

  “I really don’t need to know about your social life,” she shot back.

  “It’s the car or outside,” he said impatiently. “You pick, and shut the fuck up about it.”

  They came up to another service road and he took it a little too fast for her comfort. This part of the journey looked a lot like the first part, right outside the city. There were small hills and walls of trees blocking the highway from the fields behind them. They were still in farm country but at least they had some cover.

  He drove along the bumpy dirt road for few minutes, going way too fast so they were jostled about. Suddenly he slammed on the brakes and steered the car into a grassy clearing. The car lurched over the uneven and squishy ground and she was grateful when he slowed down and finally stopped. He shifted it into park and turned off the engine but he left the keys dangling in the ignition as he flipped on the interior lights.