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Walking Into the Wrong Cabin - 2
by Obsessive John (obsessive_john@live.com)
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In part 2, Sara's rape and abuse continue. Can she
escape John? (Mf, nc, rp, v, tor)
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Day 2
Her eyes opening, the pain clouding her mind Sara lay
restrained, one arm chained to the steel bed frame.
Moving it around, she attempted to shake off the ache
it had from being in the same position all night. Her
arm causing her chain restraint to make unwanted noise.
Jingling against the bed frame Sara, still terrified of
John's earlier threat to hurt her should she make to
much noise. Wrapping her hands around the metal bars
she tried to halt the vibrations in the metal.
The noise halting, the room is quiet again. No
footsteps or other activity detected by Sara's keen
senses. Feeling secure, Sara sat up in the bed, a sharp
pain quickly reminding her of her broken rib. Gritting
her teeth, Sara holding back the shouts she so
desperately wants to release. Taking a moment, the pain
dissolves. She starts looking around the desolate room,
hoping to find something to release her from her bonds,
a hairpin, possibly a forgotten key, anything.
Not seeing anything in the bare room, Sara looks at the
bed frame. Maybe I can pull the frame apart, she hoped.
Examining the crude welding and the rust buildup at the
ends of the bar that held her restraint, a glimmer of
escape revealed. Sliding the other side of the
handcuffs up the bar as far as they would go over the
rust and poor craftsmanship, Sara pulled. She struggled
more than she had ever in her life, both arms pulling
on her handcuffs putting her entire petite frame into
dislodging the bar and securing her freedom.
With a snap and a ringing that echoed through the room,
the bar popped free. Sara's handcuffs pulling out
loudly, metal sounding on metal. Full of hope, and fear
of discovery, Sara used the same technique to quiet the
ringing metal. Satisfied with the silence she hopped
down, landing on the floor with a small thud.
Opening the bedroom door without any noise was a task
unimaginably difficult for Sara. Every little squeak
was like booming thunder to her. Her long brown hair
dangling in her face, she concentrated on silence.
Think quiet thoughts she told herself as she finished
pulling the door wide enough for her body to slip
through. Peering around the corner of the doorway as
she moved, looking for any sign of her captor.
Pausing in the hallway she froze, trying to sense where
John might be. Was he asleep? Was he gone? Was he
waiting to grab her right outside the front door? She
analyzed both of these questions hundreds of times
within just a few short seconds. Fear being her main
motivation Sara decided her best course was to run for
it. If she could get out the door, she could run into
the woods and hide should John pursue her. Hopefully
she could get enough of a lead before he realized what
was going on.
Imagining a gunshot that would normally signal the
start of a race Sara ran. She ran faster than anyone on
the planet had ever run. She was running for her life
and gave it everything she had. The cabin's front door
rapidly approaching her, she reached it within three
seconds flat. A new record for trapped teenage girl
attempting to escape her rapist and his cabin, should
one have existed previously.
The door helping her speeding legs stop her body with a
thud, she gasped for air. Panicking she grabbed for the
door handle. Wrapping her hand around it twisting,
pulling, nothing worked. Using all her strength again
she pulled. "Why isn't it opening!!!?" She started
screaming to herself, while continuing to pull and hope
the door would spring free, allowing her escape.
Sara blacking out momentarily unsure what was happening
felt a lot of pressure against her back, forcing her
body tightly to the secured door. "Because it's locked
bitch." John spat at her as he held her firmly in
place. "Are you trying to escape? That's not very
ladylike to fuck and run like that. What kind of a
whore are you." John accentuated his point by rubbing
his crotch against Sara's bare ass. "I know you like
that bitch."
"SOMEONE HELP ME PLEASE!!!" Sara screamed as loudly as
possible. Her last resort as any small, weak woman like
Sara might rely on. Their are no strong men to protect
her today, she has only herself to rely on, and
screaming won't do the job this time. "PLEASE SOMEONE,
HEEELP!!!!!" Sara pleaded with the deserted forest
outside.
"There's no one around for miles stupid. I would have
though you knew that walking here. You are one dumb
bitch. Here, I'll do you a favor and show you, so don't
go around telling everyone I'm such a bad guy." John
laughed as he flipped the switch on the doorknob
unlocking it, and letting the door swing free. Grabbing
a large fistful of Sara's hair in his right hand and
twisting her left arm up behind her back in a chicken
wing hold with his left John walked his prisoner
outside.
Coming through the door, John walked her out into the
open away from the cabin. Sniveling Sara looked around
desperately hopeful that someone, maybe even a cop
would be outside looking for her. "THERE IS NO ONE
HERE, YOU DUMB FUCKING BITCH!" Suddenly full of rage
John screamed. Releasing Sara he threw her to the
ground in his anger. "You believe me yet cunt!?" He
questioned her. Kicking her in the stomach, the world
turning upside down, while she gasped for air. "I asked
you a fucking question!!"
Taking a few seconds to gather her thoughts brought her
another brutal kick to her stomach causing her to puke
up all the acid she had in her stomach built up from
the stress. "Ok bitch, have it your way. I think it's
time for a little fun, now that you've got me turned
on. A girl walking around naked like you are is just
asking to get fucked huh?" John licked his lips with
the words. Anxious to have his cock inside this girl
again, he grabbed the handcuffs still attached to her
arm and dragged her back in the cabin, leaving a small
trail of blood from the gravel tearing small pieces of
her flesh away.
Closing the door and locking it once more John pulled
Sara's defeated body back to the couch he first found
her sleeping body on. Letting her fall face first on
the cushions, her ass hanging off the edge, her knees
scraping the floor, and bent. Standing up, John took a
second to admire the girls body. His cock throbbing as
he admired her firm ass, its ass-cheeks parted slightly
as if it was begging to be penetrated.
Removing his shirt he let it fall on the floor. John
took a second and seemed unsure of what to do and
impatient. After a few long seconds John's hand went to
his waistband and pulled his handgun free. Walking to
the kitchen counter John laid the gun there. He moved
back in a hurry eager to have his prize, pulling at his
pants and underwear on the way back, fully naked upon
his return.
"That ass looks awful good bitch. I think I'll play
with that pussy of yours today however." John thought
aloud. Getting on his knees behind Sara and her
upturned ass he took hold of his rapidly hardening
cock. Stroking it up and down its length while he
rubbed his cock head along the length of her dry slit.
"Don't worry bitch, I'll be gentle." With those words
John roughly shoved his cock inside Sara's parched
hole.
Screaming in pain, Sara began to sob. "Please…please…it
hurts." John unfortunately for her was not listening.
He was struggling and enjoying shoving his cock deep
inside her tight, dry pussy. Feeling him bottom out in
her pussy brought Sara some unexpected pleasure when
she felt his cock roughly strike her cervix as a
battering ram might in the middle ages to a castles
gate while supporting troops demanding entry.
Ignoring the crying John let her have it. He grabbed
her slender waist with his hands for increased leverage
and slammed his cock inside her as hard as he could.
The thrusts at first were full of friction and
resistance, but it was not long before he could feel
the walls of her gripping tunnel becoming slick with
lubrication. Ramming his cock home inside this girls
loving tunnel John knew he was getting close to cumming
after just a few short moments.
"Oh fuck," moaned Sara. "Fuck me hard!" Sara losing
control of her body, always been a girl who thought
with her pussy. Pushing back at her warden, Sara wanted
his cock inside her as deeply as possible when he came,
forgetting that she was not on birth control and may
end up pregnant. Maybe it was that, or maybe she had
been beaten into submission and was giving herself
fully to John now, truly a whore.
"I knew you would like this. That's my little hooker."
John pleased by Sara's acceptance of the situation.
Thrusting into her pussy John could feel her vaginal
muscles squeezing his cock, trying to milk its cum into
her waiting body. Thrusting forward hard, meeting her
ass violently pushing back at him the two met in the
middle with a loud slap. Erupting in orgasm John shot
many thick ropes of cum inside her tight milking pussy.
Holding her body secure, he kept his cock inside her,
depositing his entire balls supply of cum.
Sara bent over, her face shoved into the couch cushion
feeling cum spraying into her womb, was lost in orgasm.
She could focus on nothing other than the pleasure, and
the wonderful cock inside her little pussy giving her
womb its stores of cum. "Yes, cum in me!" Sara groaned,
voicing her lust, while savoring every drop deposited
in her belly.
His cock having completed its job once again, John
pulled it from Sara's still quivering cunt. Standing up
John decided to let her remain where she was for a few
minutes to recuperate. It was apparent she was still
experiencing aftershocks from an extreme orgasm, and he
was pleased with her behavior. "Don't fucking move and
I may let you hang out here with me while I watch TV."
With that John went to the bathroom to get cleaned up
and find some clean clothes.
Sara, trying to control her body with its ass still
raised up in the air, helping the cum seep down inside
her. Her body didn't want to move but her mind said do
something! Reluctantly winning the struggle, and with
wobbly legs she was propelled to a standing position.
Her mind racing, her nerves tearing her mind in two. I
need to find a weapon, something so I can get away.
Maybe a knife!? Sara thought, stress and a torrent of
mixed emotions clouding her conscious mind.
Off balance, Sara went to the kitchen. For any outside
viewers she would have appeared drunk in the manner
that she walked. Every two steps she would lose her
balance and fall to the left or right almost coming
down to the floor. Finally after the struggle of her
lifetime she arrived in the kitchen. Immediately she
went for a drawer hoping to find a large butcher knife
she could use to defend herself with.
Then she saw it. A ray of light shone down on John's
handgun resting on the counter top where he left it.
Grabbing for it quickly she scrambled back to the
couch, hearing John's footsteps start to approach. As
silently as possible she reached her original spot and
slid the gun under the couch. She sat with her back to
the couch and legs stretched out in front of her with
the gun resting immediately behind her.
John entered the room feeling like a million dollars.
Hell ten million dollars. He just fucked this hot
eighteen year old girl, shot his cum deep in her pussy
and now he was clean and just feeling great. He was on
top of the world. "Good, I'm pleased that you're
finally listening to my commands. I'll let you watch
some TV with me for a while, while I figure out what I
want to do with you. You stay there on the floor,
that's where animals belong. On the floor." With his
feelings shared, John sat down, grabbed his remote and
turned on his television.
Sara having regained a lot of her composure was calm.
Somewhat uncomfortable sitting there naked with cum
running out of her pussy on the hardwood floor, but at
least he wasn't hitting her or raping her at the
moment. She had a hand behind her wrapped around the
grip of the gun. She so desperately wanted to pull it
out and shoot John, or point it at him hoping he would
let her go if he thought she would shoot him.
She wasn't sure however. Was the gun even loaded? Did
it work at all? She hadn't seen him actually fire it.
Maybe the safety was on and wouldn't fire. Not knowing
much about guns she wouldn't know where to turn the
safety off. What to do, what to do…She needed to test
it first. See if it would fire. She couldn't do it now
though, if it didn't fire he would hear the clicking of
the trigger and realize what she was up to, while
quickly taking it from her and likely beating her
senseless as well. She needed a plan.
The hours went by, the sun went down. Night greeted
them through the windows, while John gave his attention
to the television still. He flipped through the
channels landing on an adult movie channel, with a
woman on the floor with a large mans cock in her mouth
as she sucked and licked at it. Thank god for porn for
once. An idea having entered Sara's mind.
She could tell John was getting worked up as he watched
the female actress give the male in the movie a
blowjob. He had put his hand on her shoulder and was
slowly rubbing her body. Her peripheral vision giving
her a small view of the growing erection in his pants.
This was her time to act if their was one.
With the risk of speaking to such an unpredictable man
Sara knew she had no choice. Bending her arm she
reached back and put her hand on John's hand that was
massaging her shoulder, turned her head and looked him
in the eyes. With the most seductive voice she could
muster she stated, "I really love to suck cock. One of
my favorite things in life is having a strong man stand
over me as I sit on the floor with his cock pumping my
mouth. I love the taste of cum." She licked her lips,
as she stared at him while massaging her left breast
with her free hand.
Taken a little off guard by Sara's direct approach,
John was still enticed. His dick was rapidly becoming
erect while watching the woman on the TV while he
fantasized about doing just that to her young mouth.
"Yeah? Alright, I wouldn't want to keep you from
feeling my hot cum shooting down your throat." John had
never been more compliant which shocked Sara. As long
as he got exactly what he wanted he seemed to be in a
good mood.
On the floor John moved in front of Sara, his feet
apart on either side of her upper legs, the bulge in
his pants close to her face. "Get to work then bitch."
John ordered eagerly, swaying back and forth slightly.
Sara shakily bringing her hands up went for John's
pants, unzipped and unbuttoned them and with her small
hands pulled them down far enough so his cock sprung
free hitting her in the nose.
"Owe!" Sara yelled, more out of shock than pain. She'd
never been hit in the face with a dick before,
accidental or purposely.
"What the fuck bitch? You don't like my cock!?" John
became very angry then, taking her shout as a sign of
rejection in him. Bringing his heavy hand down he
slapped her across the face leaving a large red
handprint radiating with pain. Sara beginning to cry,
John was not impressed, his cock was hard he wanted it
sucked.
Wrapping his hands around her skull, his thumbs
dangerously close to her eyes, kept her stable and
brought his cock to Sara's mouth. Sara panicking after
the hard slap was forgetting her plan and began to
struggle. Keeping her mouth closed with a defensive
reaction to a foreign object trying to forcefully pry
into her mouth. Feeling John's cock-head rubbing on her
lips and occasionally spreading her lips to grind
across her teeth.
"Bitch, you're going to suck my cock, and do it nicely
or it'll be time to show you what happens to bad girls
who refuse their owners the pleasures of their tight
clasping throat." John spat, moving his thumbs and
letting them rest in her eye sockets. He pressed down
threatening to crush her eyes and causing much pain and
fear in little Sara.
Opening her petite mouth more out of threat of pain
that in remembrance to her plan she allowed his cock
entry. Doing her best to keep her teeth from his cock,
and trying her best to motivate her tongue to lick the
invading cock as it penetrated her mouth. It was hard
for her to know what to do, John's thumbs still pressed
into her eye sockets, blinding her.
"Oh damn, you're good." John proclaimed, face fucking
his convict. Getting into it, listening to the need of
his cock and its desire to release its cum down this
girls throat, John's thrusts went deeper and deeper
into this girl. John had never been deep throated
before and he decided now was the time. Pressing deeply
into her, his cock slipped down her throat bringing a
panicked struggling reaction from Sara as her arms
flailed. She couldn't breath he knew but didn't care.
Sara unable to breath with this man's dick forced down
her throat began uncontrollably flailing her arms, her
body threatening to go out of control and most likely
biting down on John's cock which would guarantee her
two crushed eyes, blinding her for life. Having no
other choice Sara knew she had to try the gun, this was
it. Reaching behind her she took hold of it. John had
her head securely held with his two large hands, his
cock down her throat having the time of his life.
Sara gasping for air on ever withdraw from her throat,
trying to hold back her gagging reflex, held the gun in
her outstretched arm between John's legs. The gun
pointed up towards John's upper back area. John making
some loud grunting noises she knew this was her
opportunity.
With a loud groan from John she felt cum shooting down
her throat, the boiling liquid rolling down her
esophagus to her stomach she pulled the trigger. BANG,
the noise stung her ears and the feeling of another
warm liquid poured on her feet. Temporarily blinded and
deafened she wondered if she hit him, was that blood on
her feet? John's hands came free from her head and he
slowly fell backwards onto the floor.
Recovering her sense, Sara took a second and breathed.
She had been light headed and afraid she was about to
pass out. "Just breath Sara", she told herself. As she
composed herself she examined the man's body. Blood
everywhere, and the entire left side of his head gone,
pieces of skull and brain littered the floor.
Disgusting.
Her legs weak, she was barely able to stand. Slowly
walking towards the door, trying to avoid the blood.
Flipping the lock open the door opened and she exited
hell. Many new feelings were present in this girl. Most
of dread, loathing, disgust, but their were a few goods
she wasn't quite ready to admit to herself. This man
had giving her such extreme pleasure when he fucked
her, something she never would have discovered on her
own.
Either way she was free now. Free to go back to
whatever life she desired. Sara was not a girl anymore,
she was a woman now having experienced true hardship.
Her life of innocence gone, and a new life created in
her from her captor. In the future months Sara would
decide to keep the child and raise it like a loving
mother. Determined to remember the man that had changed
her life forever.
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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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