And, up until six days ago, I had enjoyed 112,453 uneventful miles.

I'm driving home late from work after a great day shooting a layout for a department store ad campaign and I'm sitting at a red light when, BLAM! This little '88 Honda smashes into the rear of my car!

"Shit!" I yelled and then undid my seatbelt to get out and do the insurance thing with the asswipe who blemished my baby. I'm getting out of the car just as the Honda goes screaming by, nearly taking my door off. "No fucking way!"

Yep, no pissy little Honda is gonna get away from the pinnacle of German technology. The chase was on and I caught up with the little piece of shit in a heartbeat. The driver clearly panicked and floored it until we were doing sixty on the narrow residential streets.

Knowing that I was in control of the situation, I laid back a bit and let the Honda take the lead, figuring a cop would catch it before too long. The Honda nearly ate it taking the turn into the park and, again, I had no trouble following. Now I hit the high beams and the driving lights to distract the other driver. It worked! I saw the hand go up to adjust the rearview mirror just before the little car missed the turn and sailed over the embankment and into the duck pond. My lights caught the splash of water, as the Honda became a submarine.

I stopped and got out my flashlight and smiled in triumph as I walked to the edge of the pond just in time to see the Honda go under. The headlights stayed on briefly before the electrical system shorted out. The pond now darkened, I looked around to see where the driver was and it took a second before I realized that the driver was still in the car.

"Asshole, serves him right."

I turned to walk away and let justice take its' course when I heard a gasp of air as the driver broke the surface of the murky pond.

"Help me!"

It was a woman!

"Can you swim to shore?" I yelled, "It's not far! Come on, you can do it!"

Did you think for one second that I was going to jump in to save her and ruin my best suit?

She about made it to shore when she passed out and slipped under. Crap. So I waded out and got my hand on her collar and dragged her to shore. The flashlight revealed a nasty bruise on her forehead so I figured that she had banged herself on the steering wheel. Well, at least she was still breathing. My next inspection of the little criminal revealed a very muddied cheerleader outfit over a nicely shaped body.

A lot of gears spun around in my head in a very short time. I should call for an ambulance and then report the hit and run to the cops. And then I could fight with her insurance company to pay for the damage to my car. Or...

I picked her up and carried her to my car where I strapped her into the passenger seat. Then I headed for home.

"What the fuck am I doing?" I thought to myself out loud.

"Ohhh, it hurts..." my passenger mumbled, shocking me a bit.

"It's okay, you're safe and I'll have you at the hospital soon, okay?"

"Yeah..." and she allowed herself to slip back into unconsciousness.

When I got home I got changed out of my suit and tossed it in the laundry bag for the next day before I went to visit my guest.

The clothes were so filthy that I decided to just cut them all off of her and then I carried her to the shower. I got the water started and then I stripped down and carried my charge into the cleansing stream. She was limp the whole time that I was washing the mud off of her to reveal a very cute, red-haired young lady of about eighteen or nineteen. I guessed at about 5'2" and maybe 110 lbs. and nicely proportioned. After a thorough wash I dried her off and even brushed and blow-dried her short hair before putting her into my bed.

I went back to the bathroom and picked up her clothes and took those to my pottery kiln and dropped them in. In just a few hours even the ashes of the clothes would be burnt away. I was being careful to cover my tracks.

Now I went back to my bedroom and retrieved a few of my toys from my armoire. After another few minutes I had my toys in place and my charge was neatly restrained and secured to the bed. Then I covered her up and left to sleep on the couch.

I intended to savor the coming events like a fine wine.

The first scream came out of my room around seven the next morning. I casually walked to the door and opened it to find an enraged little redhead waiting for me.

"Let me go, you fucking BASTARD! Who do you think you are to tie me up like this? My father will fucking KILL YOU when he gets his hands on you!"

I just stared at her, slightly amused.

"What are you smiling at? Let me go or I'll fucking kill you myself!"

I laughed a little louder.

"Stop it and let me go...NOW!"

She was obviously very spoiled and very used to always having her way. Well, that was about to change.

"Those are big words from someone who hits other people's cars, runs away, gets caught, and is now tied up naked in my bed."

It was enjoyable watching her bitchy anger turn to fear in just the time it took to speak a sentence. Her eyes went wide, her skin flushed whiter and paler than it already was, and I could see goose bumps appear on her exposed arms.

"Ah, not so angry now? Don't you want to tell me how much trouble I'm in?"

"Just let me go and I won't tell anyone, I promise. Please."

Wow, from a tiger to a kitten, just like that.

I walked toward the bed as I spoke, "First you need to learn a lesson in humility and second, you need to pay me for the damage you did to my car when you hit it."

She screamed when the fear of what could happen overcame her. I hate screaming so I struggled with her for a few moments, listening to her phony pleas for mercy, before I got the gag into place.

"That's better."

I undid the chain that held her left foot and pulled it around to the side of the bed. As I pulled it tight her ankle came up to her butt and then just over to the side. I repeated the procedure with her right foot. The result was her legs were spread wide, leaving her very temptingly vulnerable. Her blue eyes were wide with fear, much different from the other women who had willingly placed themselves in her same position so many times before.

As much of a thrill as it is to play at rape, I found myself electrified at the thought of doing it for real, and I also found a little irony in the fact that my victim had chosen herself by first victimizing me. In a way, I was restoring balance to the yin and yang of the universe with what I was doing.

"Ah...yes...that'll do." I picked out another toy from my armoire and tied it in position and then switched it on. The vibrator that I had strapped against her pussy randomly pulsed, vibrated, and varied in intensity and, having enjoyed great success with it in the past, I trusted it to keep my captive company for now.

So then I went off to work and came back for lunch to feed my little prisoner and attend to her needs. When I entered the room I could see the tears on her face from the tortures of the vibrator. I first escorted her to the bathroom and made her do her business right in front of me while still gagged. Then I secured her back in the room.

"You can have some food, but one rule, do not speak at all or you'll regret it. Understand?"

She nodded.

After she was fed and I had gotten a little juice into her I put the gag back in place and then got her back into position. She didn't fight me as I put the vibrator back where it belonged and then left it on a higher setting.

Back to work I went, doing some of my best artistry in years as I anticipated the night to come.

When I got home I found my captive writhing in the middle of what had to be only one of many orgasms she had been through that day. Her eyes were closed and her breath stopped and then gasped with the action of the little toy in her crotch. She didn't notice when I slipped up and increased the setting on the vibrator to its' highest setting.

I was rewarded with the sight of the little tart almost having a seizure with the severe orgasm brought on by the little toy.

Her eyes slowly opened as the vibrator was removed from her body. The sheet under her butt was a mess with the wetness from a long day of sexual arousal and release. And her scent was just magic to me. I had to have her.

Her eyes widened as I undressed. When I was finally naked she began to beg as best as she could with the gag in place. I kissed her cheek and then kissed both of her beautiful nipples and then caressed her areoles until they sprang into swollen arousal.

This would be good.

I walked to the end of the bed and slowly climbed on. She looked at me between her knees as I approached and I could see her fear. I could taste it. I could feel it.

She flinched as my finger reached right up and probed her pussy lips and played with the bright red hair. She was so wet from the attention of the toy that it was no trouble to slip a little bit of my finger into her warmth. She mumbled a bit with alarm as I pinched her clit from the inside and outside.

"This is going to be good."

I couldn't deny myself any longer. I crawled up onto her and let my cock prod her soaking crevice. Her head flailed and she was clearly saying 'no' through the gag. She began to buck underneath me in a futile attempt to stop me from my goal. The head of my cock easily slipped in between the swollen pussy lips and poked a little way into her body.

She was screaming into the gag now.

I got into a push-up position over her and began to thrust my eager cock into her lovely pussy and then her screams abruptly stopped as I pushed up against a barrier.

"That's why you're so upset... you're a virgin, aren't you?"

With visible relief she nodded 'yes'. I pulled out of her body for the moment and she was clearly relieved beyond measure.

"Well, I guess you should have thought of that before you fucked up my car!"

Before she could begin to fight me again I drove my cock deep into her body, crashing through her virtue the same way she crashed into my car. Her eyes went wide with shock and then she screamed with the pain of her violation.

I answered her scream with another thrust into her body. Every one of her screams I answered with a thrust of my cock, and every thrust of my cock was answered with a scream. It was delicious. Even when she realized that my thrusts were timed by her screams, she still screamed.

She was the absolute best fuck of my life. She was giving me power and pleasure and pain and I ate it up like a starving man.

Another thought occurred to me.

"Have you ever thought about what would happen if you ever got pregnant?"

Her pussy clenched tight around my cock as she tried to get me out of her body. Her eyes communicated an even deeper fear as she fairly thrashed about underneath me, impaled on my cock like a gigged frog.

"No, you never thought about it?"

I started to hump her deep and hard, in slow, torturous strokes.

"Better start thinking about it!"

I drove my cock right up against her womb as the pressure in my balls blew stream after stream of my potent sperm into her young, tender body. I pulled back and slammed it home again with each gout of my cum. It was magnificent.

My young captive was silent now; the tears ran down her face as she dealt with the humility of her conquest and her possible future. Her expressive eyes were now closed, not wanting to see the man who had taken her finest treasure away from her.

I, on the other hand, enjoyed the glow of the incredibly satisfying release with my cock still buried in her no- longer virgin pussy.

She had a lot to pay for and she had many more lessons ahead before her debt to me was paid. And as I relished the thought of teaching them to her I felt my cock swell up with a renewed need.

She screamed into the gag as I began to pump her pussy again with my swelling cock. I smiled and planned my next lesson for my little prisoner.

The End