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Archive name: country1.txt (Mf, exh, rp, v, ped)
Authors name: Alison Brophy (halogen007@excite.com)
Story title : Country Girl
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Country Girl (Mf, exh, rp, v)
by Alison Brophy (halogen007@excite.com)
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A country teenager goes for a ride with a stranger and
ends up getting the ride of her life!
Part I
"Hey, stranger," she said languidly as she adjusted the
stirrups on her horse, Macie. "What can I do for you?"
The gentleman who had appeared a moment ago took a last
drag on his cigarette and tossed it away, unworried
about a possible brush fire. He looked on, amused, as
she chased the soggy butt down and stamped it out
thoroughly. "What the hell is wrong with you, mister?"
He only leered as he watched her firm teenaged bottom
swing up into the saddle. She rode quickly away from the
side of the road where she had stopped to fix Macie's
loose straps. What a creepy guy, she thought; glad to
put him behind her. Before she galloped out of sight,
though, she caught a glimpse of a black Camaro parked on
the side of the road. It had to be that weird man's...
it didn't belong to anyone else in this small town.
It was dusk then, and she knew she would have to hurry
to get home in time for dinner or her Mom would kill
her. She heard an engine revving a second later and a
tight knot appeared in her stomach. She leaned into
Macie's mane and coaxed her to go faster.
The shiny car tore past her a minute later and she was
relieved to see the taillights go out of sight in the
trees ahead. Thank God I don't have to go through there,
she said to herself, and turned her horse to cross the
field.
The tall grass whipped her bare calves, making welts she
would have to explain to her Mom. She hated it when her
little girl cut through Old Man Henderson's field, as it
was riddled with gopher holes that could trip up a horse
and render it lame. This little girl knew just how fast
she could take it, though, and figured her Mom would
commend her for avoiding the creepy stranger.
Just then, she saw lights to her right and realized with
horror that the man was trying to cut her off in the
field! She turned to go back to the road, but realized
that there was no way she could avoid the man in his
fast car.
Thinking quick, she slowed a bit, leaned down and jumped
from Macie's back, slapping her rear to make her go
home. The horse, frightened by the speeding car,
galloped to the road and made for the farm. She ran
towards the opposite side of the field as fast as she
could, struggling through the tall grass and wincing as
chiggers caught the skin below her shorts.
The Camaro passed to her left to get back to the road
but then stopped, realizing as the horse disappeared
that it was riderless. It peeled around, kicking up dust
visible through the flashing headlights. It sped across
the field towards her and she ran perpendicular to it,
trying to escape, but it was too late. She had been
spotted.
The car slid to a stop some ten meters from her and the
man jumped out and easily overtook her. The last thing
she saw was his fist before she was knocked clean out.
* * * * * *
She came to, groaning, and realized two things: her face
was sore and throbbing and she couldn't move her arms.
As her bleary eyes cleared, she could see she was tied
to the hood of his car, which was cold in the night air.
At least I still have my clothes, she thought. A rustle
to her right told her that the creep was back. Gathering
her senses, she started to scream when the man put his
hand over her mouth and said, "Don't make me crack your
jaw again, bitch. I like your pretty mouth; don't make
much sense to mess it up."
She stared at him but didn't relax. She could see him
clearly, the moon was so bright and full, and his hair
was as black and shiny as his car. He looked up at the
full moon and smiled, and she could see the distinct
lines of his face... not exactly handsome, but she
probably would have looked twice if she had seen him on
the street. She liked interesting faces like his.
This was all thought in the still part of her mind, the
part in denial. The rest of her was scared shitless, and
she knew he would probably rape her nine ways from
Sunday, if not worse. Her heart was pounding like a
marching band and the fear had caused her to moisten
between the legs. This happens to most people in moments
of extreme fear... part of that whole sex/violence
thing, and it doesn't matter if you want it to or not.
Her long hair was sticking in long tendrils to her
sweaty cleavage, peeking out over the neckline of her
little tee-shirt, tight as was the fashion. The man
looked down at her and gave a low chuckle as he ran his
finger through the moisture, taking his hand off her
mouth as he did so. He knew she would rather be raped
than dead, like most of them did, and would do as she
was told.
"That's better, baby..." he murmured, leaning to her ear
and giving it a little lick. She shuddered away in
disgust and terror even as electricity shot from her ear
to her groin. It was completely quiet all around except
for the sounds of nature, and dark but for the moon. He
crawled up onto the hood next to her and unzipped his
jeans. The sound seemed unnaturally loud, and her fear
escalated. She started to hyperventilate as he undressed
beside her, and he slapped her.
Her jaw rang into her ear for a full minute and stars
shone in her eyes. He must have really messed up my jaw,
she thought, and couldn't even stretch it to see how
badly. He saw her movement. "You'll be okay, honey, just
don't fight me. I don't want to hurt you, you know... I
want to make you feel good. You know that? I want you to
beg me for it. And you will, baby...."
She shook her head wildly, afraid to make a sound. He
lifted his arm to hit her again and she shied away. He
stopped and chuckled, saying, "See, it's already
working."
Tears rolled down her cheeks as she realized the
futility of any attempt to fight him. He unsheathed a
knife and slid it across her lips, almost tender as it
caressed her. The cold blade snaked down her neck and
became suddenly violent as it cut through her thin
shirt, her whole body trembling. He leaned down and
licked the thin film of cold sweat from her nipple,
causing it to become painfully erect. He lifted himself
up suddenly and kneeled over her face.
"You know what to do, bitch... and you know what'll
happen if you hurt it. For the next few hours, you are a
slave to that cock."
Her mouth was forced open and a huge slab of meat slowly
fed to her. She took it as far as she could, gagging
when it went too far... but the contractions of her
throat pleased him even more and he plunged into her
throat over and over, blocking her air passages until
her lungs felt like they would explode. His cock popped
out of her mouth and he moaned long and loud as he
expended himself all over her face. He rubbed the
purplish head of his dick on her lips with the last few
spurts, grinning. His finger scooped up some of the
gritty cum and he stuck it in her mouth, cooing at her
the whole while as her fed her.
"That's it, sexy baby... suck up that tasty cum. Oh,
yeah, lick it off... you have such a pretty pink
tongue.... stick it out for me... yessss, swallow every
drop..." he dribbled onto her tongue and she gulped it
down, eager to avoid his wrath, hoping he wouldn't hurt
her more.
It has an almost sweet taste to it... the only other
time she had swallowed she had almost thrown up, it was
so bitter. She could have liked it, if it weren't him,
that is. Naturally.
He unzipped her shorts slowly and slid them down her
smooth legs, spreading them wide. Adjusting his long
narrow body between them, his face lowered into her
scant bush and he worked his tongue into the sensitive
folds of flesh there. She couldn't help the croon that
escaped her lips when he began his exploration, as she
had never been touched like this before. The boy in
school she lost her cherry to had just spit on the
mushroom head and pushed in, pounding out his pleasure
and left her there, feeling empty and violated. How was
it that this evil rapist was making her feel this way?
Small explosions wracked her body and she flipped around
on the car like a fish out of water. The man almost
laughed as he tried to hold her still. He was amazed at
this development. The other girls... they had begged him
to continue, certainly... but that had been out of fear.
Those other girls had generally been virgins, too. This
simple country girl was really getting into it! Probably
hadn't had an orgasm in her life.
Lifting his body to cover hers, he looked at her pretty
face as he penetrated her. Something was happening here
he hadn't expected. The need to violate something pure
was fulfilled as he realized that the ultimate violation
was making her feel this way, the way she knew she
shouldn't feel.
She gasped and bucked up against him and on sudden
impulse he grabbed the knife and cut the ropes. Her arms
flung about his neck and he fucked her until they had
ridden halfway up the windshield. Without warning, she
flipped him onto his back and straddled him, riding him
like she never had dreamed, her strong legs pumping him
into her. She had been riding horses her whole life and
the rhythm was pretty much the same. She was wild... had
never felt like this before.
She pulled the remnants of rope from her wrists and put
her hands on his chest, slamming down into his hard. He
grabbed her hair and pulled her head back, pulling her
hips down to him every stroke with his other hand. It
was like this, in this compromised position, that the
sheriff caught them, pulling into the field when he saw
the inside light of the car shining.
"Jesus H. Christ!" he shouted as he spotlighted the
pair, who only slowed when he pulled up. "Girl, you had
better get home! Your mother called us when your horse
came home without you! I'll be kind enough to not
mention your friend if you get along right now." He
walked forward as he spoke, but they didn't stop. He
couldn't believe their gall, not stopping when he pulled
up. There were kids doing it all over the place and he
didn't want to ruin their fun, but he had set the
ultimatum. Her mother had to be answered to!
She had her head down on his chest, but she flipped her
hair up as she looked at the sheriff, exposing her naked
body. "Please, sheriff, can't you just say you didn't
see us an hour from now? Please..." she put her hands
possessively on the stranger's chest and kissed him. The
sheriff smiled inwardly. Not too often they beg to
continue... these kids must really be in love.
He smiled at her and she knew she'd won. "One hour!" he
warned her as he drove off. Didn't want to spoil the
kids' fun, after all. The man laughed loud and clear as
the cop car disappeared into the woods. "You little
cunt! You're really gonna get it now!"
End of Part I
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