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!"

To Be Continued