She had been in such a rage that she left the house wearing a pair of tight black jeans, a black spaghetti strapped tank top, and a pair of black slip-on sandals. It was only after she had got a few blocks away from the apartment that she realized that she only had $4.55 and a half a pack of cigarettes on her, but she wasn't going back for anything else. Not today, not ever!

Instead, she walked to the side of the highway and stuck out her thumb. It didn't take long for someone to stop for an attractive woman. It was a man driving a Chevy Blazer. He was maybe 30, muscular, dark brown hair and eyes, rugged, cute. He asked her if she needed a ride in a friendly enough manner and instantly she felt drawn to him so she accepted.

"Where ya headed?" he asked.

"I dunno," she replied, "anywhere...any fucking where but here!"

He smiled and looked her over. She looked nice. Long blond hair, blue eyes, big tits, and a tight ass.

"So why's a pretty thing like you standing on the side of the road, crying, trying to hitch a ride this evening with nowhere to go in mind?" he asked as he got back on the highway.

Melissa tears fell as she poured out her heart to the stranger.

The man listened and offered her a bottle of Jack Daniels that he had under the seat. She took it and drank some. They shared the bottle as he drove the highway half listened to her rambling on about her life.

The other half of his mind was thinking about having her. Having her in the worst possible way, he laughed to himself. She was like many of the others, young, pretty, great body, confused, and vulnerable. Just what he needed, and soon he would be giving her just what she needed, but didn't know she needed, not yet...

They had driven around for about an hour or so and she was feeling a good buzz, he could tell. He listened to her ramble for a while longer, while he wondered what her pussy looked like and how wet and sore he was gonna make it when he used her for his pleasure. He would fuck her like she'd never been fucked before, and when he was done with her she'd never be satisfied any other way...he would own her ass. He thought.

Finally, he interrupted her and offered to let her stay at his place. And since he'd been so kind, on top of the fact that she had no where else to go, she accepted.

With that he took off for his cabin in the woods, miles from the nearest neighbors or town; he liked it that way. It was a nice cabin, very modern, comfortable... he wasn't hurting for money...he could afford to spare no expense.

Finally they were driving down the long wooded road to his cabin while Melissa continued to ramble; having taken perhaps just a few too many sips of Jack Daniels.

He was getting more, and more excited as he glanced over at her.

She was sitting with her back to the door of the Blazer with her left foot propped up on the seat. Her legs were open. He could look between them and see how the jeans fit very snugly in the crotch. If he raised his eyes just a bit he could see her big tits rise and fall as she spoke.

She complained that every boyfriend she ever had was an asshole, especially the one she'd just left, that her job at "Joe's Place" sucked, that her parents sucked for being a couple of drunks. That her brother was a shithead for leaving her to contend with them ten years ago when she was thirteen and had never come back.

Yep, she was confused, more than confused - fucked up, he thought. And soon he'd fuck her up...and down...on the kitchen table...and anywhere else he wanted to do it. She seemed almost unaware that they had come to a stop after he pulled into the garage and opened his door. "We're here," he announced interrupting her. She mumbled "okay." And he was already on his way over to the passenger door to help her out of the truck.

She slid out and leaned against him to catch her balance. He could feel her tits brushing against his arm as he helped her stagger to the door, knowing that very soon he would have her out of that shirt and those tight jeans. He grinned. He knew that she'd fight some, they usually did, but he was hoping that she wouldn't be in any shape to fight for long.

He opened the door and pushed her ahead of him, letting his hand rubbed against her ass briefly. She really didn't seem to notice any more than she had noticed the fact that the door could only be accessed by entering a security code, from the outside or once inside. Once they were inside he grabbed her wrists and pulled her to him, surprising her. She stiffened and resisted as he pressed his body against hers, trying to kiss her. She may have had too much Jack Daniels, but she knew that she'd just met this guy and despite the fact that he seemed so nice, she wasn't about to instantly fuck him. She pushed him away as he moved his hand from her waist up to her tits.

"Cut that out!" she shrieked.

He was grinning and leering at her now, as she backed away. Suddenly she was very nervous, as he lunged towards her yelling, "Come here honey." She resisted his efforts to grab her wrists and pull her to him so he pushed her up against the wall. He pinned her there, pressing his body up against hers hard as she yelled, "No!" several times.

Gaining the upper hand, he covered her mouth with his and kissed her hard, probing between her lips with his tongue as his hands moved to her tits. She tried to squirm, to get free, to push his tongue out of her mouth. Then she felt his hands grabbing at her big tits. When he stuck his hand down the front of her shirt she bit down on his tongue hard.

Now he was pissed.

"You fucking bitch!" he yelled as he slapped her face and grabbed the front of her shirt, ripping it open. She stood there in shock, holding her cheek, feeling the sting that his violent slap had caused.

Gathering herself, she cried angrily, "You fucking bastard!"

He tried to slap her again but she quickly shoved him away from her, unpinning herself from the wall. She tried to run for the door. He laughed and let her. She grabbed the door handle trying desperately to open the door, not realizing that it was futile.

He was right behind her, she could feel him as she beat her small fists on the door and cursed it as though this would make it magically open for her escape.

Of course, it didn't and she threw herself against the door in tears as she felt his hands grab hold of her again.

"You ain't goin' nowhere, bitch," he snarled. "There's no way out and even if there was, where ya gonna go? We're miles from any damn thing."

And she knew he was right. She vaguely remembered all the miles of woods they had driven by to get there.

He pressed his body against hers, grinding his lower body against her ass as he reached his hands up to her tits. He squeezed them and began pinching her nipples as he whispered in her ear, "You're mine now, bitch! You can't leave and I can do any fucking thing I want to you and I will. And you can fight me all you want if it will make you feel better, but in the end I'm gonna win. I'm going to fuck you, to use you, to treat you like the fucking slut we both know you are. And you know what? Before I'm done, you're gonna love it, beg for it, need it. You'll be willing to be my filthy little slut!"

Melissa gave up in despair and she rested her forehead against the door, sobbing quietly.

He began kissing the back of her neck, biting her here and there, as she shook her head, crying, "I'm not a slut and I'll never be your slut! Never!" She said this as she felt her nipples harden. "You might as well stop," she added, "I'm not going to give in!"

He laughed and said, "Bitch, you don't have to give in and give me what I fucking want!" I'm more than willing to take what I want from you. I don't mind it at all. In fact, I find that some of you horny bitches like it when a man takes what he wants. It turns you on. Is that the way it is for you, baby, do you like to play rough? Does your pussy get all hot and wet thinking about how I could throw you to the floor, pull your pants down, and force my big hard cock into your wet horny pussy and make you come as I give ya a good pounding? Does that thought turn you on? I bet it does!"

Melissa wiggled and squirmed, but he was pressing against her with his full weight. She could feel his hard cock as he pushed it against her ass. She winced, crying out louder as he pinched her nipples harder.

"Stop it! I want you to stop this, you sick bastard! You really are fucking crazy if you think that I want this!" she screamed.

He kept laughing coldly as she protested. And it made her feel helpless and demeaned. She was finding the energy to fight again.

He moved his hands between her legs and worked it into her crotch, pressing up on it, and pushing her ass out so he could grind his cock against it. "I sure hope you love a good stiff cock up your ass because I sure got one for ya," he laughed coldly again.

She was feeling more humiliated and angrier by the minute. She put the palms of her hands against the door, using all of the strength she could find, and pushed back, surprising him. He let go of her crotch to try to push her back up to the door, but she managed to get away. She didn't get far before he caught her though. He managed to grab the back of her shirt and in the process got a handful of her hair.

He yanked her back to him and hissed, "Alright, bitch! You don't want to cooperate I'll have to make you cooperate!" He dragged her kicking and cursing down the hallway to his bedroom, watching her big tits heave as he did so, growing more excited with each step. In the bedroom she was screaming wildly and inco- herently now. He slapped her face, pushed her down on his bed, and told her to, "Shut the fuck up!" He yanked her arms and pulled her to the top of the bed as she kicked and screamed helplessly. Let her use up all her energy, he laughed.

He reached between the bed and the wall, pulling out a thin chain with two wrist cuffs attached to it. He quickly fastened the cuffs on her wrists as she kept up her struggling.

"You mother fuckin' pervert! You freak! Get these off of me!" she yelled wildly.

He laughed and ignored her as he reached down and finished tearing her shirt off. Her tits were big and firm, her nipples were swollen and hard. And they were his now, he thought excitedly, as he grabbed them roughly.

She sobbed, breathing heavily, and moaning as he played with them roughly. He pulled and squeezed her tits, pinched her nipples, and then covered them with his mouth. He kept sucking them harder until she could feel him using his teeth, biting on them. And she was becoming aware of how wet her pussy was getting. She hated admitting this to herself, but her body was involuntarily responding to what he was doing to her. She still shrieked and squirmed, but she was not fighting as quite as hard now.

He moved one hand down her belly and found the button on her jeans, popping it open, lowering her zipper, and working his hand further down, towards her pussy.

It felt so good, though she wished it didn't. She couldn't believe how he was turning her on. She tried to suppress this thought as he stopped sucking and biting on her nipples.

He saw her body quivering and shaking. He heard how she was moaning. He knew it wouldn't be long now. She might have one more burst of energy to resist him with, but she was enjoying it, he could tell. After this she would be willing to do anything to please him. This thought made him smile and his cock grew even harder.

He quickly pulled her tight jeans and tiny pink panties down. Her pussy looked even better than he had imagined, he thought, as he spread her legs. It was shaved, except for a small closely cropped patch of blond pubic hair just above her slit. It was pink, bright pink, and shiny. Oh she was wet. This fucking whore definitely wanted him, he knew it beyond a doubt now. She obviously liked a good, hard, nasty fuck and he was gonna be more than happy give it to her.

"No!" she screamed, "No goddammit stop! Stop right now goddammit ... please!" She pleaded repeatedly, weakening each time. He laughed as he put his hand between her crossed legs and managed to rub her pussy.

She kept yelling though her tears as she felt him shove three of his fingers into her pussy deep and hard. She told herself to keep resisting, but she knew it was over. Her screams grew weaker, her body was so tired, and she felt him remove his fingers and spread her legs.

The next moment she felt her body tense as the head of his hard cock first pushed against her opening, then penetrated her. He made her take it all at once. One violent thrust and he was deep inside her moist opening. Her pleas for him to stop could not be heard as he began pounding away at her. "Oh yeah, bitch!" he said nastily. "You like this, don't you? You love having your pussy pounded by my hard cock, don't you, you little fucking slut? You like being fucked like a whore! After tonight you're gonna be my fucking whore to use any way I want for as long as I want you, aren't ya now?" he laughed.

She lay there, her body moving with each thrust as he humped away at her. He had won, she was his. She cried at this realization even as she began to moan with pleasure. "I'm not!" she moaned as he pulled out and rolled her over on her knees and elbows. He grabbed her hips and pressed his cock against her asshole. He smacked it as she sobbed and tried to pull away, but he forced her.

She screamed. He knew it had to hurt her, but he could tell that she liked it too. He was going to make her come, he could feel it.

She began fucking him back as hard as he was giving it to her, unable to resist any longer.

He grabbed her hair as he rammed his cock into her ass harder. "Don't tell me you don't like this, bitch," he hissed. "I can see that you do. Whores like you always love this shit and that's what you are, aren't you?" He yanked her hair a little harder when she didn't respond. "Say it bitch! Admit that you love it! Say it now, bitch!" he demanded twice.

She broke, she finally gave in tearfully to him. "Okay," she cried, "I do like it. I admit it. I am a whore, nothing but a nasty fucking slut! Are you happy now?" She was panting as she thrust back at him with each penetration.

Melissa could feel herself get ready to come as he pounded her asshole faster. As she her orgasm began to rush through her body, she surrendered. She gave him all the power over her that he wanted and needed, that she wanted and needed him to have.

"YES, yes, I'm your fucking whore!" she shrieked as she came. "I'm nothing but your nasty fucking slut, someone you can use however you want and whenever you want because I'm yours, all yours...for as long as you want!"

Hearing this was all he needed. Control was as im- portant to him as sex and these words where like a dream to him. Several more hard deep thrusts into her asshole and he exploded wildly. He could feel his come filling her interior, ever nook and cranny of it as her body shook from the pain and the pleasure.

Afterwards, both of them fell to the bed exhausted but very sated. They lay there together covered in sweat, breathing heavily, heat radiating from every inch of their bodies as they came down from their intense sexual high. Then slowly they drifted off to sleep.

And Melissa stayed with him of her own choosing after that night. She wanted him so badly she never even thought about trying to escape from his cabin.

The End