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Walking Into The Wrong Cabin - Day 1
by Obsessive John (obsessive_john@live.com)
***
Sara's car breaks down on a deserted road after a wrong
turn. Her walk to find a phone leads to a man's cabin
where she is tortured, raped, and held prisoner. (Mf,
nc, rp, v, tor, bd)
***
Story based on an idea from: Nuggettdane@aol.com
Day 1
Driving down the dirt road Sara fumed, "Where the hell
am I?" It's been 40 minutes since she had seen anyone,
on foot or driving. Plains and forest-land as far as
the eye could see, not even cows in the fields like she
thought was the norm in a backwater area like this. Re-
examining the directions she received from her friend,
Sara concluded she had made a wrong turn. She had just
turned seventeen today, and so far it was not much of a
"happy" birthday for her.
The rest of the cheerleading squad had rented this
prime cabin, and were throwing the biggest party of the
year for her birthday. Beer, boys the whole shebang!
There was even this one boy, Jeff. He was supposed to
be there and she really wanted to fuck him. Later that
night after she had a few drinks she could play easy
without looking like a slut, and convince Jeff to help
her inside to her bed. After she had him alone, she
would have his cock deep insider her pussy within a
matter of minutes.
All this was still a dream, unfortunately for Sara as
she seemed to make no progress driving down this
deserted road. "Please god, just a gas station, or even
some hillbilly's house that owns a phone" she prayed
aloud. It was starting to get dark, and was very
cloudy. The last thing she wanted was to be lost out
here in no mans land, at night in a storm. No sooner
than those thoughts processed in her mind, had a
strange sound started to emit from the front of her
car, probably the engine she thought with dread.
Unexpectedly, the car began losing its momentum, the
accelerator not propelling the car like it should have.
"Please God, no, please don't break down!" Stomping on
the gas peddle was fruitless. The car coming to a halt
on the road side. "NOO, God DAMNIT! Great FUCKING
birthday for me!" She screamed at no one in particular.
Grudgingly getting out of her car, she walked around to
the front, managed to lift the hood and examined her
findings. Not having one clue how to fix a car, much
less what it was suppose to look like under the hood,
Sara gave up rather fast.
A mile down the road and still whining to herself, Sara
continued her trek. "The worst day of my life, on my
birthday!" exited her mouth, while a tear ran down her
face. It was starting to get cold; she had to wrap her
arms around herself to help keep warm. It wasn't very
helpful for her body temperature that she was wearing a
short light pink dress that came down only to her mid
thighs, while being supported by two thin spaghetti
sized straps, bra-less to accentuate her large pert
breasts that convinced everyone they somehow were able
to defy gravity, topped with large nipples that
appeared consistently firm, and only a pink thong that
matched her dress to cover her teenage pussy.
* * *
BOOM, the sky rumbled. A thick rain began falling from
the sky. Before Sara even understood what was going on,
it hit her. Soaking through her dress and plastering
her hip length brown her to her body. It seemed to take
seconds before she was dripping wet as if she had
falling in a lake. Her breasts easily seen through her
soaking dress, her nipples as if demanding attention
eagerly pushing through the fabric. Her pink dress
became transparent in no time at all, clinging to her
body. Continuing on, sobbing like a five year old
grounded from watching TV for the first time, she
walked still.
In a little less than an hour, much crying and worn
muscles Sara came to what appeared to be a drive way.
Pausing at the edge of it, she peered down the
suspected driveway looking for a house. With to many
trees to determine anything for sure she decided "Why
not, it's got to lead to something." After a quarter
mile and two twists in the path she saw it. Her
salvation, a cabin surrounded by trees. Although she
knew this was not the same one she was supposed to meet
her friends at she was pleased, and she would be able
to call for help.
Knocking on the front door Sara waited impatiently.
After a minute she persisted in her knocking. Still
nothing. "Damnit, where the fuck are they?" Trying the
door knob, she twisted. The latch releasing allowing
the door to swing open, she stood there looking through
the entrance curiously. "HELLO, IS ANYONE HOME?" she
yelled with an obvious desperation in her voice.
Silence was her only response. Maybe I can just go in
and use their phone and leave quickly before they get
back, she contemplated. Hesitantly stepping inside,
soaking the carpet with her still dripping body, she
scanned the room for a phone, nothing. Leaving a wet
trail behind her she went from room to room in her
search.
With no phone to be found, Sara ended up on the couch
in the living room. With no choice but to wait for the
occupants of this cabin she laid down. No way in hell
am I going back out there at night in the rain she
decided. Using one of her small arms as a pillow the
rest her head and did her best to get comfortable. Her
body still wet, this was a huge feat indeed. Trying to
fight off the sleep was a struggle that she quickly
lost. Her sensuous body going limp in this strange
cabin to dreams of her party, and Jeff between her
legs.
* * *
Pulling up to the front of his Cabin, John sensed
something was off. "Why is the fucking door open?" A
look of concern appearing on his face. Getting out of
his car, John approached the front door slowly. Drawing
his 9 mm handgun from the waistband of his pants, he
peered around the corner of the door, scanning the
room. Instantly noticing the half naked girl asleep on
his couch, he was very suspicious. What exactly is
going on here he wondered. Very displeased with his
sopping wet carpet, something this girl must be
responsible for. How old was this girl exactly? He
would have guessed about twelve had her breasts not
been so large. She must be very small for her age. She
couldn't have been more than 5'2'' and weighting no
more than 110lb's.
Starting towards this girl, gun in hand, aimed straight
at her face John was prepared. He needed to be ready in
case this was some kind of trap. Should others jump out
at him as he was taking the possible "bait", he would
shoot this bitch in the head and dive for cover.
Standing over her, gun ready to fire into her skull, he
kicked the couch below where her head rest. Watching
her open her eyes to his gun pointed at her pleased
John as the look of fear spread across her face. He
enjoyed making women feel this way, and it helped
reassure him this was not some kind of trap.
A panic previously unknown to young Sara, she became to
stutter. "P-please, please don't kill me." Tears
instantly appearing in her eyes and running down her
checks.
"Who are you and what the fuck are you doing in my
house?" John trying to remain calm asked her, he needed
answers.
"I-I'm sorry, m-my car broke down. I was stranded. Th-
this is the first house I found. I just needed a
phone!" a terrified Sara whimpered.
"Bullshit bitch. Who the fuck else is with you? Who
else is IN MY HOUSE!?" An increasingly angry John could
barely keep from screaming at this female.
"No one, I swear mister. Please don't hurt me." begged
Sara.
"Get the fuck up." A raging John grabbing her by the
throat, pulling her to her feet. His hand always felt
good wrapped tightly around a pretty young girls throat
denying her breath, but that would have to wait for
later. "Let's go cunt, lead the way. Lets make sure
we're alone." Jabbing his gun barrel roughly into her
back, she started moving forward.
Room by room they went. Most of the rooms bad minimal
furnishings and no where to hide. The search went
fairly smooth, Sara not struggling much followed John's
orders. They ended up in John's bedroom. Realizing she
was telling the truth John chuckled to himself. This
bitch was dumb enough to come into his home, the
biggest fucking mistake of her life, he thought to
himself while displaying a sinister smile to his sweet
victim.
Still crying Sara was unsure what was going to happen
now that they had search the entire place and this
scary man knew she was telling the truth. "Can I use
your phone to call my parents so they can come pick me
up? I promise I wont tell anyone about the gun, I just
want to go home. Please!"
Realizing his situation, it was easy for John to decide
what he wanted. "Turn around and face the bed" he
stated plainly.
"What? Why? No one is here, I'm all alone, I wasn't
lying to you." Sara babbled, truly confused.
Keeping his gun aimed at her, John brought up his free
hand and savagely slapped her across the face. "FACE
THE FUCKING BED BITCH!" he screamed with all the power
in his lungs. If there were people living nearby the
cops would have surely been called believing someone
was being murdered. Watching her face swell up red, and
tears again freely running down her face, she turned
around, facing John's bed with her back to him.
Examining her trembling body, the short pink dress,
still wet and translucent. Easily seeing her thong clad
ass through the material. John knew what this bitch
deserved.
"So you think its ok to come into someone's house
uninvited, and do what you want? Snoop around, sleep on
their couch? You fucking bitch, I hate trespassers."
"No sir, it's just that my car broke dow...." she was
cut off abruptly as John punched her full force in the
back, knocking her forward onto his bed. Gasping for
air, she struggled against the disorientation the blow
caused.
"Shut the fuck up bitch." This is what happens to
whores who trespass. Seeing her there on the bed face
down, her ass up in the air John went to her. "Don't
you fucking move or I will shoot you." With those words
John again used his free hand to tear her pink birthday
dress from her petite frame. He threw the shredded
remains across the room on the floor.
The matching pink thong followed, its thin straps
snapping easily under his strength. She was completely
exposed now, and still crying. That sweet little ass
still upturned in the air. In John's mind this girl
wanted to get fucked. How else could he explain her ass
angled upward like that as if it were waiting for a
cock to slide inside? He was going to give her ass what
it was asking for whether the rest of her wanted it or
not.
Setting his gun down on his dresser John proceeded to
get undressed. Letting his clothing drop on the floor
he moved towards Sara. Climbing on her body, he aligned
his cock with her ass.
Understanding what was happening Sara was panicking
like an animal faced with death. "Please, please don't
do this. Please don't rape me. Please I won't tell
anyone, please let me go." begged the pathetic girl.
Desperate to escape anyway she could. "I'll give you
money, anything you want" Her plea's did not help
however. She was greeted with yet another brutal hit to
her back. Cringing in pain she knew he had broken a
rib.
John's cock was hard from watching this tiny 100 lb
teenager try to fight him her tiny ass swaying back and
forth as if it were teasing him, taunting him to
penetrate it. He wasn't a large guy himself, fairly
average for a man of 32. This girl was tiny however, he
looked like a giant compared to her. He had enough of
her delaying; he thrust downwards into this girl,
pushing his cock towards her backdoor.
"Not in the ass, please mister. I've never let a boy in
there before. If you're going to rape me, at least do
it in my pussy!" she pleaded as she tried to swing her
ass away out of his cocks line of fire.
"Oh don't worry, my cock will see its share of your
pussy, and your mouth before I'm done with you." John
laughed out the words, not believing his luck in such a
sexy little girl being in his house. God must like him
a lot. Continuing to lower himself his firm dick had
found her anal entrance. It was hard getting it in
initially, but that's what he liked about it. No pussy
lubrication, pure skin on skin. He was loving this,
redoubling his efforts he kept pushing hard.
Holding himself up on his arms watching his dick slide
into her. She was struggling, her ass swaying back and
forth trying to dislodge his cock from her ass-hole.
Unfortunately for her, her struggles were increasing
the rate of penetration. The more she struggled swaying
her ass left to right helped his dick sink into her,
sealing her fate of being anally fucked and raped
simultaneously for the first time in her seventeen
years of life. Here and there John would notice a line
of blood. Her ass must be tearing a little here and
there from the girth of his cock entering her with no
lube. Thankfully for her the blood helped it slide in
with slightly less pain.
Sara was in eternal pain and fear. A searing feeling
coming from her ass. She was concerned she would need
stitches, and he would damage her intestines. However
she could not deny the pleasurable feeling as well.
This man's dick was so big, and hard. It seemed to hit
all the right places in her tight minute sized ass.
Rubbing along the inside, striking many nerves that
sent good feelings to her brain. Her mind receiving so
many signals didn't know what to think, was she being
raped or did she want it now, real confusion set in.
Her ass felt so full, his cock penetrating her depths
while being held down by his weight.
John having bottomed out in this slut's ass, began
slowly pumping her. The juices from inside her and the
small amount of blood proved enough lubrication to
allow a steady thrusting motion. Her ass sucking firmly
all around his cock. It was a constant tight but
squishy feeling. In would slide his cock, as he
withdrew her ass would act like a vacuum, suctioning at
his cock making it somewhat hard to pull out. Watching
his hard-on ram home inside her he watched the tight
ring of flesh that was her ass.
He withdrew his entire length and slammed it back in
with all his might causing a slapping sound. With his
full length inside her he lowered his upper body
holding tightly onto her, preventing her from moving.
His cock throbbing deep inside her anal canal, she
involuntarily started to spasm around his cock causing
cum to leave his balls, traveling its predetermined
course and erupting inside her colon.
Pump after pump his cock pulsated, squirting several
times inside her, mixing it's cum with the waste
gathered inside her. He shook on her, pushing even
harder into her, driven by that instinct to deposit his
semen as deeply as possible inside a female's body. His
efforts were not unappreciated. Unable to control it,
driven by physical pleasure, Sara thrust her ass up at
her assailant's cock, her body thoroughly loving the
feeling of a dick depositing its seed inside her
regardless of the body it was attached too.
As John finished dropping his cum inside this bitch, he
relaxed his grip. Standing he went to his clothes,
picking them up and taking his gun from the dresser he
exited the room closing the door behind him. It took
Sara a few minutes to understand that she was alone,
and she was able to compose herself. The crying
stopped, she figured that he was letting her go. He
left her alone in the room, that was her queue to
leave. Standing up, she picked up her shredded dress
and ran for the door. Throwing it open she started to
run out.
On his way back to the bedroom John noticed the door
opening and knew exactly what was going on. This bitch
thinks she gets to leave eh? Quickening his pace he
gets to her as she emerges from the room into the
hallway. "DID I SAY YOU COULD LEAVE BITCH!?!" the words
erupting in absolute rage.
Her words a jumble, struggling to speak. "I... thought
you were done with me," she whispered looking at the
floor, afraid to make eye contact.
Storming to her position John makes a tight fist and
rams it into her stomach, knocking her to the floor and
the wind from her lungs. Watching her gasp for air,
this again pleased John. He could not have such a
disorderly bitch running around wild in his peaceful
home. She needed discipline. Reaching down and grabbing
a large handful of her beautiful long brown hair he
drug her back to the room. Smiling as he listened to
her screams of pain the entire way.
Arriving in the bedroom once more, John stops near the
bed. Pulling some handcuffs from his pocket, he latches
one side around her wrist and the other to the thick
steel bed frame. "Get some rest, you'll need it for
tomorrow. Oh and keep quiet or I'll be using you as a
punching bag, if you understand my meaning." Closing
the door behind him John left the room. Finding his way
to his couch he laid down and fell asleep. He needed
his rest for what he was going to do to that girl
tomorrow.
Meanwhile Sara lay on the bed. Feelings of despair
running rampant in her mind. "I'm never getting out of
here alive.. Why the hell did my car have to break
down?" She cried silently, terrified of what
punishments awaited her should she make to much noise.
Exhausted, sleep took her as well. Tomorrow brought
greater suffering.
To be continued?
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This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author
does not condone the described behavior in real life.
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