Author Topic: "RUNAWAY" Chapters 1 - 24 & new Chapter 25 (Oct 14) by brokenwing  (Read 6803 times)

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March 20, 2018, 11:05:42 PM

Offline brokenwing

WARNING!    You must be 18 or over to read these stories of rape and non-consensual sex.  This particular story features characters under the age of 18.  If you do not like such stories, please stop reading. This story is all fiction. Any resemblance to real places, people, or events is purely coincidental. If you do not understand the difference between reality and fantasy, read no more. Rape is a heinous crime and the penalty is many years in prison. The people who commit rape are despised everywhere.  This story is one of pure fantasy.


"RUNAWAY" by brokenwing

Chapter 1  "Taking A Beating"


Sammi worked really hard to establish her life on her own as a runaway thousands of miles from  her mom, Rachel, and her mom's latest boyfriend Roger.

It had not been easy traveling across multiple states with limited money she had earned babysitting.  It didn't take her long to realize it also wasn't easy to find even the most basic job without any type of identification or a birth certificate. She didn't know if her mom had reported her missing but not wanting to take a chance she took the first name of her beloved childhood dog, Sammi, and thought herself clever to take the sir name Shepherd.  Sammi was a chocolate lab but she had never heard of anyone with the last name Labrador so why not have a last name with the same initial as her fictitious first name and one she could easily remember and hopefully quickly learn to respond to, so Sammi Shepherd she became. 

Her real name was Holly, but she knew she needed to learn not to respond to that name should anyone be sent to find her.  She went so far as to make an audio recording of her name and set the recording to go off unexpectedly and work on ignoring the sound of her own name.

It took every ounce of her courage to make the decision to escape the physical and sexual abuse at the hands of her mother's most recent boyfriend Roger. 

It still was difficult without any form of identification and especially since she ran away at the age of fifteen to find ways to make money all while trying to get as far away from home as she could get.  She managed to get to the bus station by making the full five mile walk.  She had saved just under $500 in cash but she knew she could not spend all of it on a bus ticket because she also needed money for food. 

She bought a bus ticket that would get her three states away from home for just under $200 and to a city that was on three major interstates helping to hide the direction she headed should her mom or the police discover the bus she had taken.

From the bus station she walked towards one of the three interstates and with a lump in her throat she put her thumb out to hitch hike for a ride.

She was surprised that she didn't wait very long before an eighteen wheeler tractor trailer stopped to pick her up.



Joseph Johnson was 58 and had been a long haul truck driver since he was 23.  Over the years he had grown more cautious about who he was willing to give a ride to because it was not as safe to pick up even women because on occasion even they might pull a knife on a truck driver to steal his cash.

He made the decision that day to stop because of the size of the young woman standing on the side of the road in the black t-shirt with colorful screen print and black skirt with blue and purple designs on it.  He got a chuckle off the high top sneakers she was wearing with both purple and white shoe laces. 

When he was around her age, girls would not be seen in sneakers and a skirt.  But he watched the small girl climb up into the cab of his truck.  At just barely five foot tall Sammi appeared younger than her age of fifteen.  Besides her petite appearance Joseph was struck by her dark brown hair and the contrast of her her blue grey eyes.

"Where ya heading" Joseph asked watching the girl climb into the cab pretty sure she had either never done so before or if she had she only had a time or two.

"West" Sammi replied and he shrugged and shook his head at the lack of specifics but nodded agreement, motioned for her to take a seat and once she was safely seated he put the truck into gear and pulled back onto the highway.  He also was surprised at the small size of the bag she was carrying and was pretty sure she had brought little with her.  He continued and introduced himself, "I'm Joseph Willis from Pigeon Forge Tennessee."

"Hi, I'm Sammi...Sammi Shepherd" she replied trying to sound confident in her made up name and intentionally not saying where she was from. 

Joseph nodded at her answer, also noticing that she didn't say where she was from.  But he knew a young woman like her wouldn't be hitch hiking if there wasn't a reason so he accepted her answer at face value and said, "West it is" and he worked the large eighteen wheel monster back up to highway speed. 

He was traveling with a full load and almost blew past the hitch hiker not wanting to risk her trying to rob him or worse try to hijack his load.  But her tiny size, her clothing and lack of much of a bag with her told Joseph he was pretty safe picking her up.  That was unless she was trouble of a different type.  The one thing he was pretty sure of was that she was naive to the ways of the highway.

The first several minutes of the ride Joseph could tell Sammi was tense and on edge and in a way he was glad to see that as he didn't think the young woman had any idea of how to stay safe on the highway so he put his favorite country and western CD on and quickly began to sing along with the music he had heard many times.

Sammi was startled by movement from behind her in the cab when suddenly a grey haired dog shoved his head and body forward giving her a good sniff and making her jump up off the seat quite a bit.  It gave Joseph quite a chuckle and he quickly said, "No need to worry about Ol' Jack, he's too old, slow and friendly to hurt a soul."

The grey blood hound gave Sammi a good sniffing and Joseph continued, "You're sitting in his normal seat.  That is when he's not catching Z's in back."

Sammi could not only see the grey fur on the blood hound but also lots of silver fur around his face letting her know he was likely an older dog.  Within seconds of sniffing all around her body his snout was in her face and he was licking her face and she couldn't help but laugh.

Joseph couldn't help but shake his head, the old blood hound could befriend any female within minutes and was already half on Sammi's lap. 

Sammi seemed to relax with the help of the music and the attention of Ol'Jack and Joseph continued to navigate the heavy truck down the highway.  He couldn't help glance over at the young woman sitting in the cab with him.  She was uniquely lovely with her contrasting brown hair and blue grey eyes but he couldn't help worry about how young she might be.  He didn't need any problems should a highway patrol officer pull him over and start asking questions.

As Sammi sat petting the old friendly dog and the country and western music played in the background her mind couldn't help but think about why she was riding in a tractor trailer with a complete stranger.

Holly's mother's latest boyfriend Roger had only been living in their apartment for a few months before he started watching her and she was pretty sure some of her bras and panties had disappeared from her dirty laundry hamper when she later went to run a load of laundry later. 

Shortly after that day when she though some of her undies had vanished one evening while preparing dinner minutes after her mom arrived home from work Roger raised his voice at Holly for slopping spaghetti sauce on the stove while cooking.  When he barked at her in the loud tone of voice she replied, "I'm sorry!  It's not like I did it on purpose."  But before she got the last word out of her mouth his right hand slapped her left cheek hard enough to make a loud slap sound followed quickly by him shouting loudly, "Don't talk back to me young lady."

For a second the room was quiet but then he stepped to her mom, kissed her on the cheek and asked her, "How was your day?"

For a moment she thought her mom would defend her and tell him not to touch her, but she just responded to his question as if she didn't see or hear the slap saying work had been stressful and she didn't really want to talk about it.  He gave her mom a hug of compassion and it was like the slap across the face never happened.

The next evening he was watching a game on the TV and Holly walked by him too slow texting on her phone with her mom sitting on the sofa reading a book and he grabbed her by the wrist, pulled her towards him and hit her twice hard on the butt and a third hit on the back of her bare upper thigh since she had on short shorts. 

Once again the room was silent for a moment but he broke the silence demanding, "You're not see through like glass.  Don't Lolly gag in front of the tube when I'm watching a game."

She looked at her mom hoping for a reaction but her mom acted like she heard nothing and kept her eyes on her book.  So she just stormed out of the room angry her own mother didn't defend her.

Two days later before her mom got home she came home from school and dropped her book bag on the floor and tossed her jacket over the end of the sofa.  This time, with just the two of them home he bolted in her direction, grabbed hold of her first by her hair and then by the back of her neck, pushed her towards her jacket yelling for her to pick it up and hang it up in the closet.  She did as she was told and picked up her jacket and he the forcibly pushed her half bent over towards the closet.  She turned the knob on the closet door, opened it and he pulled her standing straight up by the neck. 

She hung the jacket up on a hook in the closet.  The moment the jacket was hanging in the closet he yanked her out still with a hard grip on her neck.  He then pushed her towards her backpack.  The moment they were next to it his other hand swung and hit her on her lower belly below her navel causing her to bend over and knocking the wind out of her lungs.

"Pick up that fucking backpack" he commanded.  It took her a moment to gather her composure, no one had ever hit her before in the stomach or anywhere.  But she dug deep and somehow found the strength to pick up her backpack.  The moment she had it in her hand he pulled hard on the back of her neck bringing her once again upright.

Then he pushed her hard towards the stairs, up to the second floor and her bedroom.  He guided her fully into her room walking her to the desk and pointed at it and said firmly, "There is where you place your backpack when you come home from school.  Put it there!"

The moment she set it on the desk he shoved her towards her bed.  When they were a foot and a half away he faced her towards her bed raised his food and planted it squarely on her but half kicking her and half shoving her to the bed.

Her thighs hit the mattress hard and her forward energy made her fall and collapse on her bed with a grunt.

He simply turned and walked out of the room.  It was not the first time nor the last that he physically assaulted her until the day she ran away.


March 21, 2018, 07:13:07 AM
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Offline gscmar64

Finally a new story that has my mouth watering in anticipation!

March 21, 2018, 12:29:32 PM
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Offline brokenwing

Chapter 2  "Reason To Run"


The sound of Joseph's question broke Sammi's memory flashback, "Ready to get something to eat?  There's a good diner up here a bit with plenty of parking."

"Sure" Sammi replied noticing she was hungry and letting her mind wander to the question if the place was expensive? 

Only a few minutes after making the suggestion Joseph pulled the big rig off the interstate and into the truck stop diner.  Before getting out of the truck himself, he instructed Sammi how to safely crawl down from the cab of the truck. 

As the two walked from the truck to the diner Joseph realized how short and petite Sammi stood.  They both went to the washroom first then met in a booth to dine together.  Sammi was careful in what she chose to order very well aware of her limited money.  Joseph ordered a T-Bone steak and a baked potato.  He told her she should order more then a salad as this diner had good food but she declined.

For the first several minutes Joseph just talked small talk about the diner and weather and area.  He was relived that while speaking softly Sammi was at least engaged in the conversation.  Especially when he brought up Ol'Jack, she lit up and even smiled, it was obvious she liked dogs.  He used the opportunity to ask if she ever had her own Pet dog.  Sammi shared about having a dog when she was little but revealed living in apartments kept her mom from being willing to have a pet any time recently.

He then decided to see if she might talk about more personal things.  He decided to jump in with both feet.  "You seem like ya got quite a few bruises.  Is that why you're out here hitching rides on the highway, or are ya just really clumsy?"

For a moment her eyes dropped, she tilted her head down and shifted uncomfortably in her seat.  He voice grew even softer when she replied, "Clumsy I guess."  She tried to put a fake smile on her face, but now that Joseph had seen her genuine smile when talking about Ol'Jack he was confident he could tell the difference.  He thought about his question and was frustrated that he gave her the easy alternate answer asking if she was clumsy.

"No one should lay their hands on a pretty young lady like you..." he paused to choose his words more carefully, "...on anyone.  Some of them bruises look like hand prints from being grabbed or held."  Again Joseph was upset with himself for not being more strategic with his words."  He decided to be more direct, "No young man got any right to lay his hands on ya."

Once again he paused and thought carefully about his words and then added, "Nor your Pa neither.  Especially a little thing like you.  Can't imagine you're much of a whirling dervish."  Then he decided to try to lighten the mood, "Although I'd imagine you move a bit slower then Ol'Jack."

He was relived that tease seemed to work and while still looking down she at least put a little smile on her face.  The waitress stopped by and refreshed his coffee.  When she did he ordered an order of French fries.

"They got the best fries here, even Ol'Jack likes them" he joked but also having noticed she ate every bite of her salad hoped she might eat some of the fries.

He tried to keep the conversation light over the next several minutes sharing some of the trouble his dog had gotten him into and sharing funny stories of the dog passing gas in the cab of the truck.  Once again he managed to get her to relax and he was happy and relieved when she started eating some of the fries.

Joseph couldn't help notice that despite the bruises and her petite frame, Sammi was a very attractive young woman.  For such a petite female she had ample breasts.  Her long brown hair was pretty and those grey blue eyes could catch any man's attention.  He waist was tiny but her hips nice and round.  He felt a bit guilty for noticing but it was lonely being a long haul truck driver. 

If he hadn't seen the bruises and the fact that he did not guess she was even over the age of eighteen he might have considered giving his old sex tool some exercise.  But he was not the type of man to take advantage of a female running away from trouble.  He just hoped Sammi's trouble didn't find her while she was with him.

When they were close to finishing their food Joseph excused himself and went over to the counter and spoke with Donna the waitress.  Sammi had noticed that he and Donna seemed quite familiar with one another so she thought nothing of him going to talk to her.

He came back, finished his cup of coffee, suggested they both take one more restroom break and then hit the road again.  When she came out from using the bathroom she tried to pay Donna for her salad but Donna said it had already been paid.

When he came out, Sammi tried to give him the money, but he wouldn't take it and joked that he bought her dinner since she had to take care of Ol'Jack.  She tried a few more times but Joseph wouldn't take the money. 

They climbed back in the truck and headed out on the highway once again.  Joseph teased her that she should take a turn driving.  But when she seemed to take him seriously and said she'd try he asked to see her commercial driver's license which she of course did not have and tensed up when he thought maybe he was asking to see her ID.

But he quickly got her relaxed and laughing saying that Ol'Jack had tried to get behind the wheel one time but he was lucky the blood hound couldn't reach the pedals and see over the dash. 

Once again he started up the melodic country and western music and after getting food in her belly Sammi started feeling sleepy and began to doze off and started to drift in and out of a dream of more of what Roger did to her...

The physical abuse only continued to escalate and Holly was pretty sure she heard her mom crying a couple times as well after hearing them argue.  She was pretty sure Roger was hitting her mom too.  But her mom was the one who had to make the decision to kick him out or call the cops but that didn't happen.

Her mother's new boyfriend had only been living in their apartment a little over a month when things escalated more.  It happened one night after her mother had made a romantic dinner for her most recent live in boyfriend.  She cooked an Italian meal and even had purchased and opened a bottle of wine.  Her mom sent her to her room early with a plate so she could be alone with him. 

Not too much time passed before she heard their voices getting louder apparently in an argument.  She turned on some music to drown out the arguing.

The music helped some and the noise seemed to die down and eventually she got tired, got ready for bed and turned off her lights getting under the covers.  When she turned off her music she thought she heard her mom crying but it either didn't last long or she was mistaken and after not hearing anything more she eventually drifted off to sleep.

She was startled awake by tremendous weight landing on her body and a firm hand over her mouth.  It was aggressive and brutal and snapped her quickly out of a tight sleep.  His pure weight alone was overpowering much more then any play wrestling match with friends even with a few of her guy friends.  He pinned her body underneath him so much easier then she ever could have expected.  Her own covers made it easier to restrain her arms and legs from fighting him off.

His hand left her mouth long enough to slap her hard first from left to right, then back hand from right to left and then a third slap like the first again. 

He punched her hard with his other fist in the chest knocking the air from her lungs.  She wondered if his intent was to kill her.

Within moments he somehow managed to get under the covers with her and she could feel his flesh rubbing against her flesh.  His legs were hairy and she realized he only seemed to have on  underwear.

She wasn't even sure how he managed it other then intense pain from what she thought were his knees and likely one hand but in a matter of seconds she felt her own legs forced open wide.

She was pretty sure she felt him seem to kneel hard on her right thigh muscles and she realized she pushed her left thigh and knee wide as she felt first one, then two and then a third hard punch on her left thigh muscle after which out of instinct and desperation to stop the rapid hard punches she pushed her own leg as wide as she could as several more punches pounded her inner thigh.

Her arms made feeble attempts to push him off her but just pushing them up towards him seemed to emphasize the pain in her chest muscles where he had punched.  When she attempted to cry out for help the base of his hand shoved up hard on her chin forcing her mouth to close so hard and fast she bit her own tongue causing her to taste sone blood.  The hit to her jaw left her a bit woozy and she realized this wasn't like some movie where the girl magical shoves the guy off her body.  Roger was over six foot tall and in pretty good shape other than a beer gut but he had to easily weigh more then two hundred pounds and likely more then twice if not three times her weight.

She wasn't sure if it was the sound of the fabric tearing or the unfamiliar pain of the hard pull of the fabric tight into her skin but she felt her panties digging into her flesh before they finally were pulled hard and fast out from around her hips and harshly from between her legs. 

With her legs wide and the burn of the torn panties harsh on her hips and legs she knew she was about to be raped.

But it was like he wanted to give her time to think and anticipate what was about to happen because she didn't immediately feel the pain between her legs she knew would be coming.

Instead she first felt him punch hard into her stomach and then into her right breast three times and then into her left breast three times.

Only after punching both breasts did she then feel him tug her nightshirt up hard.  Unlike her panties that only had about an inch of material on each hip her nightshirt had a seam on each side from under her arm all the way down to her waist.

It was only then with the intensity of his actions that she realized there was no longer a hand over her mouth.  Instead his hands would thrust down hard onto her breasts before digging his fingers like claws into the shirt and breast flesh.  She then would feel a harsh pull on both her shirt and her breast flesh.  Each pull lifting her upper body up off the mattress but the weight on his legs on her thighs kept him from lifting her fully off the mattress.

"Notice my girl despite how loud you are groaning your mother is ignoring you, she doesn't care what I do with you, but you already knew that" he said in a cruel voice.

He continued alternating between hands not letting go until the shirt allowed her breast to pull free from his grip only because his legs pinned her lower body to the mattress. 

Only after doing this five times to each breath did she realize the fabric was beginning to tear. 

Only after a dozen punch then pulls on each breast did the fabric tear enough to begin to expose her breast flesh and she of course hadn't wore a bra to bed.  She only realized this when on the next punch on her left breast when his fist pulled up it no longer pulled on the flesh of her full breast but was now focused pinching directly on her Areola and nipple.  She only realized it was exposed as there was no longer material between his hand and her flesh to slide free.  His fingers pinched her nipples hard and only seemed to release when he chose.  The moment he released her left nipple he did the same to her right.

She had never been punched or knelt on like this before, even play wrestling had never come close to anything like this.  Her body felt pummeled and brutalized and under complete assault.

He repeated the intense pinch and pull multiple times to each nipple.  Despite the intense pain she was shocked to feel the most intense sensitivity and hardening in each nipple like she could not imagine.  Even between each pull her nipples and areolas remained hard puffy and engorged with heightened sensitivity. 

She was shocked that she wasn't sure how many times he had done it when she realized it was now his mouth alternating from one nipple to the other. 

Only when she felt the wetness that she thought was blood did she realize it was his mouth and the wetness his saliva.  Despite the intense ache in her thighs, breasts and nipples it was sending sensations deep into her body that she had never experienced.  Only then did she realize she had tossed her head back, closed her eyes tight and was squirming, struggling and writhing beneath him. 

His mouth would suck as much of her young breast flesh into his mouth as he could and then hold tight.  After doing this to each nipple several times he began to carefully close his jaw letting his teeth press against the swollen firm flesh. 

The first few times he was careful to not break the skin but tried to tighten the bite as much as he could without doing so.

She couldn't say for sure but it was only then that she realized he was rubbing her sex and it was soaking wet.  She could feel wetness being smeared all around between her legs all over her sex, thighs, hips and her lower belly.

She was terrified at her next sensation as she felt his teeth begin to scrape from outside her Areola down towards the nipple.  The first few times he did this while his teeth scraped over the oh so sensitive flesh it felt more like the sensation of someone scratching an itch hard on her back except on her breast and Areola.  But as his teeth reached the base of her nipple they tightened to the hardest pinch she ever had experienced or imagined.  It hurt intensely when his teeth tightened, but he held tight for what seemed like a long time so that when he released the bite, her nipple hurt more then when he was biting.

She hated him and hated herself even more when she felt intense anticipation for him to do the same to her other breast and nipple and he did not disappoint. 

As he continued to do this another time to each breast she was pretty sure he was biting a little harder and she was sure his teeth held longer each time.  But she did not fear the bite, it was the release of the bite that caused more pain.  Once again she was unsure how many times he had done it but she realized at some point he had started pinching her other nipple while his teeth bit the other.  She wasn't sure what he was using as the pinch felt far more intense then fingernails could cause and unlike his mouth that felt warm it felt cool and metallic.

But it did intensify the sensations throughout not only her breast and nipples but throughout her entire body.  Just as she didn't think it could get any more excessive he started gripping the base of her breasts with his hands and squeezing hard.  That hurt even more yet increased the sensation to the extreme.  She couldn't really even describe the sensation but it was like both breasts were being trapped and pinched in a heavy door at the same time.

Despite the almost unbearable pain she had never felt any sexual stimulation in her breast or nipples other than her own timid caress. She had barely kissed a boy she liked let alone had any type of rough sexual play.  Now her bare breasts were being squeezed, pulled, pinched, sucked and bitten and even though terribly painful her breasts felt more stimulation then she knew they could feel. 


March 21, 2018, 02:33:18 PM
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Offline Jed

Always a delight to see a new story by brokenwing!

March 21, 2018, 05:03:04 PM
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Offline brokenwing

Chapter 3  "Escalation From Physical to Sexual Abusse"

Sammi sat straight up in the truck passenger seat and felt herself trembling.  Both Joseph and Ol'Jack were looking at her.  "You okay" Joseph asked then continued, "You were talking and groaning in your sleep but you looked tired so I didn't want to wake ya."

Sammi just nodded affirmation that she was okay but then thought about her dream and what she might have been saying and asked, "What was I talking about?"

"Not much of nothin I could understand" Joseph replied but enough ya woke yourself up.  He continued, "Why don't ya go stretch out in the sleeper back yonder it's as good a mattress as in most road side motels and ya look pretty tired.  Ya probably haven't gotten much shut eye since ya hit the road anyway."

Sammi thought about Joseph's offer.  He certainly had not tried anything yet, but of course with what Roger had done and how creepy some of her mother's previous boyfriends had seemed she was a bit hesitant. 

Almost as if he could read her mind Joseph added, "I'm sure Ol'Jack will be happy to keep ya company if' he doesn't stretch out and take up too much of the bed space and stretch out them legs of his.  Hell, your his friend now, he wouldn't let a soul hurt ya, even me, watch!"

Joseph reached across and swatted Sammi on the knee ONCE on his second play swat Ol'Jack had a hold of Joseph's hand and was growling.

"See what I mean?  I'm surprised I got a hold of ya the first time.  Ya pet that damn dog, can't no one hurt ya.  If I really tried to hurt ya, he'd tear my arm up if not bite it off.  He ain't as fast as he used to be but no ones taken nothin from my truck since he sleeps in here.  Only bad thing when he's sound asleep he's a bit hard a hearing.  Now why don't cha crawl on back there in the sleeper, change into your nightie if you want and get some shuteye.  Ol'Jack will keep ya safe."

Sammi contemplated the idea for a couple minutes but the idea of changing clothes, she was wearing the same clothes she was wearing when she boarded the first bus over three days ago, sounded really good as well as stretching out to sleep rather then just slumped down in the front seat.  She looked at the dog that had been riding next to her almost the entire time she was in the truck.  She looked down at him and quietly asked him what he thought.  Ol'Jack just looked in her eyes like he understood.

Just to make sure she asked, "Are you sure it's okay?" 

"Of course.  Otherwise I wouldn't have suggested it" Joseph answered. 

Sammi thought about for another minute, thinking about how Roger treated her, pretty sure there was no exit out of the back of cab of the truck.  Once again she looked at Ol'Jack, "Okay thank you.  I'd like to very much."

Sammi carefully crawled behind the curtain into the back of the truck taking her small backpack with her.  Ol'Jack quickly followed.  It looked nicer back there then she thought it would.  She asked Joseph's permission to use the linens on the bed and he quickly agreed saying they were clean, he had not yet slept there since he picked up his load. 

Sammi happily turned back the blanket and sheet.  The bed looked so inviting and she quickly got out clean clothes to put on.  She kept looking to the front of the cab to see if Joseph was looking back but he wasn't.  She quickly changed into fresh panties, gym shorts and a tank top , she had a plastic bag in her back pack for the dirty clothes and placed them in the bag.  She then crawled under the covers once she'd removed her shoes.

The cool clean sheets felt great on her skin.  The moment she laid still in the bed Ol'Jack crawled onto the sleeper on top of the blanket lying down next to her.

She pet the dog a few minutes and then rested her head on the pillow.

It wasn't very long before exhaustion kicked in and she quickly fell asleep.

Despite her exhaustion it wasn't very long before the horror of things at home flooded into her mind again and she started dreaming about what he had done that night.

Immediately the memory of him on top of her in her bed was vivid in her mind as if it was once again happening.  Suddenly the physical pain snapped her mind back to the realization of why he was in her bed, he was there to rape her.

It felt like a knife had been thrust inside her between her legs, regardless of her wetness the stretch of her vagina and sudden harsh tearing of her hymen was the harshest pain she had ever felt.

The brutality and physical assault on her breast had for a few minutes shifted her thoughts away from the reality that he had come into her room to rape her but other then anticipating the word she realized she had no understanding of what rape meant.

While she knew sex between a male and female, that is intercourse, was a male sex organ penetrating the female sex organ.  She could not have imagined it could feel so much like being punched or kicked between her legs.  She could not fathom that people did this out of love.

One thing she knew for sure, what he was doing to her now was not coming from a place of love.

She was horrified by the depth of pain she felt as well as the painful stretch.  Without thought she realized she pushed her own knees higher and wider trying to ease the pain between her legs, but he just took advantage of that forcing more of his body deeper inside her. 

For the next few minutes she was unaware of any other sensations in her body other then the sensation of each thrust he made feeling like a punch inside her between her legs and the powerful sensation of the tearing of the flesh of her hymen. 

She had no idea that he was enjoying her assault more then he had any other.  Her small size, age and inexperience allowed him to control and manipulate her like he never had any other person before her.  This motivated him to put every ounce of his strength and energy into every thrust, punch, grip and squeeze of her body. 

He realized he had to slow the pace of his thrusts or he would explode inside her quickly and not allow him to subject her to an assault she would never forget.  So after his first several hard fast thrusts he slowed the pace to delay his own orgasm.

It was then that he noticed that she had moved her legs higher and wider, he assumed in an effort to lesson the pain he was inflicting inside her.  But by doing so the back of her knees were in reach of his hands.

From discussions with her mother he knew she had previously taken both dance and gymnastics lessons.  He quickly decided to see how far he could test and push the flexibility of those activities.

He first made sure to get a firm grip on both legs. Once he was sure he had a good grip he slowly worked to force her calfs, ankles and feet higher and closer to her ears. 

Unlike before, he didn't want to force her legs up too quickly but wanted to find their limit and then work to increase and intensify the stretch and pain. 

As he had hoped he managed to work he ankles closer to her shoulders.  As he began to feel the resistance of her flexibility he would hold her legs firmly against their own resistance and then once again thrust his hips and cock in hard long thrusts.  After doing this a few minutes he realized she could grip and hold her own calves.

He first had her hold one and then the other leg and once he realized she would do as told he began to use his hands to first squeeze her hips and thighs and eventually increased the squeeze and then began to press his knuckles against her hips and thighs. 

He then once again began to grab and squeeze her breasts with his hands. 

He once again moved his hips in a steady stroke and would alternate slapping her face, punching her breasts, squeezing her breasts and then added hitting her hips and thighs.  He fought desperately to pace himself wanting to maximize the physical assault to her body as he raped her.  He even made a point to stop thrusting his hips to delay his orgasm.

It excited him like never before to know that her first sexual experience was the horrifying sexual  and physical assault he was inflicting on her now.  He was overwhelmed with the desire for her to assume what he was inflicting on her was typical sex. 

He even came to the realization that she may not have been kissed very much and he decided he wanted her to even associate the basic kiss with the pain and control he was forcing upon her.

He moved his mouth by her ear and commanded her, "Kiss me!"  Then he moved his mouth to hers.  When she hesitated he punched her in the side knocking the air from her lungs.  He gave her a moment to get her breath back and then once again said in her ear, "Kiss me!"

It took one more punch to one of her breasts before the next time he put his mouth on hers for her to open her mouth.  When she did he thrust his tongue in her mouth.  He forced a hard French kiss on her mouth and increased the stroke of his cock inside her to slow long strokes.  He also decided to intertwine his fingers in her hair and forced his mouth hard on hers while pulling her hair and holding her face firm to his.

After a few minutes of this he let go of her head and hair with his hand but continued to push his face hard to hers.  Then his hands went to her breasts again.  He started squeezing the entire breast and then worked towards pinching and squeezing the nipples, all while kissing her mouth and moving his cock in her pussy. 

Finally he couldn't resist anymore and increased his tempo trying to focus on kissing her mouth hard and squeezing and pinching her breasts and nipples as hard as he could while thrusting his hips for full aggressive strokes and as hard as he could.  He tried to focus his mind on pressing his tongue deep inter her mouth, groping and squeezing her breasts from the base until reaching the nipple where he worked to squeeze his fingers as tight as he could all in an effort to limit his focus on the pleasure to his cock in hopes of delaying his own eruption if even just a few seconds longer to prolong the sexual assault.

His focus on the hard kiss and pinching and squeezing her breasts seemed to work and he lasted much longer then he could have hoped.  But he couldn't hold back his own climax forever and he finally felt his body release his fluids into his girlfriend's daughter.

With his ejaculation he felt the energy draining from his body as he now did focus on his last few strokes trying to squirt ever drop of his cum inside her.  He did his best to manage every additional stroke he could until he felt the hardness leave his cock. 

As he felt the energy drain from his body he tried to make sure his hips, legs, knees and elbows were sitting somewhere on her body he hoped would continue to cause pain or at least discomfort.

He even forced himself to push one last hard kiss to her mouth and even efforted to give her tongue a quick bite. As he felt his energy drop even more he moved his mouth to her ear and said very softly, "You are mine now.  You belong to me to do with whatever I want.   Your mom knew I was coming to your room to use you and even despite your loud groans from our love making never even knocked on your door.  I know this was your first time and it was very, very special.  I don't want you to ever forget what your first time was like, how incredibly hard your nipples got or how wet you were between your legs anticipating me being inside you.  You even opened your legs wider for me because you couldn't wait to feel me deeper inside you."[/color=pink]


March 21, 2018, 06:38:13 PM
Reply #5

Offline gscmar64

Love how you use a different color to signify her memories kind of like when the screen fogs over on a TV show or movie. Now her psychological rape begins!

March 22, 2018, 11:44:06 PM
Reply #6

Offline brokenwing

Chapter 4  "Tonight It Was Special"

Sammi wasn't sure what woke her, a noise, movement, the dog or just the horror of what Roger had been doing to her, but she was suddenly wide awake.  She realized she heard snoring and thought maybe that's what woke her.  She sat up and poked her head forward through the curtain.  For a moment she was terrified, Joseph was leaning far back in his seat, head back, sound asleep and his hands not even on the steering wheel.  Out of terror she pushed up onto her knees looking through the windshield when she then realized the truck had pulled off the highway.  She could see in the distance tail lights whizzing by but they were obviously parked.

She once again sat back down on the mattress and had to smile that Ol'Jack had only lifted his head watching her.  She laid back down petting him and taking a deep breath.  This was far from the only night that she couldn't stop thinking or dreaming about Roger raping her.

It made her nauseous to think about the things he did that night and over the next few weeks until she built up the nerve to runaway. 

Before he moved in with her and her mom, Holly, her old real birth name, would never have thought of running away.  While she had never been street wise she had heard enough about the dangers for a teenager on the run.

She worried that she was putting herself in greater danger by leaving home but as long as she stayed at home he was free to do with her what he wanted to do.

She hated her own mind but even as she laid there on the mattress petting the dog she couldn't stop thinking about that night.

For just a moment she though her horror was over.  He had done it, he raped her and worse raped her unprotected and shot his fluids inside her body.  But somehow it wasn't enough for him. 

He couldn't resist rolling onto one side of her and putting a hand between her legs and shoving the fingers of his hand inside her sex.  Between her own fluids and the fluids he had ejaculated inside her even he was surprised by how wet she was there.  He couldn't resist moving his fingers in and out pushing his hand hard at her sex.  He loved the look of horror on her face but even more loved the look of terror and surrender.  While her eyes stared back at him pleading for him to stop she did nothing to resist. 

He had never seen the look of resignation in another person's eyes before, that is until that moment.  He started speaking softly, "You belong to me and will do whatever I want, when I want."

He decided to try one more show of power and control and commanded her in a stern voice, "Open your mouth!"  To his delight she did and he quickly pulled his hand from between her legs and held it over her open mouth.  He continued, "Taste our fluids together, yours and mine!" 

She was horrified as the moment his hand moved into her line of sight not only could she see his cum and likely her fluids she also saw her own blood.  But before she could move away his other hand punched her in the stomach making her groan in pain and open her mouth wide.  He quickly pushed his hand into her mouth and pushed deep. 

He immediately whispered in her ear, "Bite my hand and I'll break your jaw and it will have to be wired shut for weeks."  Even as he was saying that he moved his hand in and out of her mouth hard and fast over and over enjoying when it made her gag. 

He had never seen, other then in porn when gagging a girl would create the thicker stringy saliva but his movements were fast and aggressive enough and as he pulled his hand almost out he saw the thick stretchy spit stick to his fingers.  He intentionally pulled his hand out and up making the thick saliva follow his fingers onto her upper lip, under her nose and even onto her nose. 

Within seconds his hand was back between her legs and he pushed it hard back inside her.  He stroked his hand in and out several times as hard, fast and deep as he could force it then once again after several strokes into her pussy he once again brought his hand to her mouth.

"Suck it clean" he instructed then added, "And if I so much as feel a tooth scrape my hand you'll be eating through a straw for months."

This time he held his sticky hand over her face holding it there a few seconds until some of the fluids oozed off of his hand onto her face.  It made her nauseous to not only see the fluids, his cum, her wetness and her blood, but she could also smell the fluids and she struggled to not vomit when he once again pushed his hand into her mouth. 

He loved the look of horror and disgust on her face.  He had never seen anything like it.  Roger had been physically abusive to not only a couple of his girlfriends before but also to his two ex wives.  But this was the first time he raped, well at least if you didn't count drunk or passed out as non-consensual.  But he had not come anywhere close to the the violent, degradation, control and sexual assault like he just had with Holly. 

He once again moved his face by her ear and started trying to degrade her more, "Look and feel those lovely nipples slut they're still puffy and poking hard."  As he said this for the first time he didn't pinch them hard instead he used the pad of his fingers one on each side of her nipples and rubbed and gently pulled on them.  "They're still fully hard, you loved me hurting you."

Roger was spent but this was something he never had the opportunity to try a total head fuck.  He used a little more energy and moved his face to one of her nipples.  But this time rather then pain he wanted to see if he get her to feel guilt.  He licked and sucked on the nipple.  Even he was a little surprised her nipples, areolas and breasts had responded as much to what he did to her. 

She was both sore and sensitive.  There was enough soreness it still hurt some but his lips sucking much more gentle this time sent sensation deeper into her being.  She wasn't alert or experienced enough to resist her body reacting and she pushed her shoulders back and arched her back.  She realized it pretty quick and so did he.

He swirled his tongue firmly around the nipple held in his lips.  He then moved his mouth to her other nipple even though it required him to move farther over her body. 

It was strange to him, because he enjoyed knocking woman around as much as he loved sex.  It was a power trip.  But even he thought he was a strange man.  He wasn't into beauty or pretty or even necessarily thin.  He was into desperate, like Holly's mom Rachel, women who struggled with money, self esteem and loneliness. 

But as he was lying there and his hand brushed over her stomach he noticed her skin was so soft.  He took a moment to look at her body her shirt still on but shredded.  He could see bruises that he put on her earlier.  He rubbed his hand softly over her belly and let one of his fingers slide down into her innie belly button.  Then he slid his hand to a place on her tummy where he could see a bruise forming and pressed slowly yet firmly on the bruise until he heard her groan.

He then moved his hand over one of her breasts.  For fifteen her breasts were full especially for a girl so petite and thin.  Once again he felt the softness of her skin and passed his fingers over her nipple one at a time letting them flick the nipple. 

He decided to work on the the head fuck, "Look at your tits little girl, you love the attention."  His eyes then passed over her breasts looking for the darkest bruise he could find.  Once again he moved a finger over the bruise and pressed on it until she reacted and groaned.

He then moved his fingers to her nipple and used every ounce of his finger strength to pinch that nipple as hard as he could. 

"They're so hard Holly, you're sick, you're turned on by the pain" he said but almost with a question in his statement wondering if she might actually be at least slightly turned on by what he was doing to her.

Then he moved his hand down between her legs, but this time once again his intention was to degrade her more by hating her own bodies reaction.  First he once again pushed two fingers inside her and said, "You knew why I came to your room Holly, yet you barely fought me.  You were even waiting for me to push inside you here Holly.  Do you realize you never told me stop or no? 

His finger carefully stroked her clit.  Normally he didn't try or even care if he gave the woman he was with pleasure but he liked fucking with Holly's head.  And because of her age and lack of experience he was hopeful he at a minimum was putting some doubt in her mind.  He had punched, slapped, pinched, pulled, prodded and raped her body but that didn't change that it was a sexual act.  That at least to some of it her body responded.  He understood that the human body reacts even under horrible circumstances but would his girlfriend's fifteen year old daughter understand that.

"You're a dirty slut Holly.  Your body loved what I did to you.  You're likely more sick then your mom.  She likes it rough too Holly.  But not like you.  Despite the fact I raped and violated you, your body is still responding to what I'm doing.  It feels nice Holly, doesn't it?"

He then stopped rubbing her, leaned down and kissed her softly on the mouth, "Good night Holly.  Tonight was special.  I hope you never forget it.  I know I won't.  But not to worry, I'll see you tomorrow, and the next day and the next.

With that, he got up off the bed, licked off his own fingers tasting her fluids on them and left her alone in her bedroom. 


March 23, 2018, 07:38:38 AM
Reply #7

Offline gscmar64

Damn! what I wouldn't give to view your mind as you sit there typing this! The images running through must be horrific at times!

March 26, 2018, 10:04:19 PM
Reply #8

Offline brokenwing




Chapter 5  "Meeting The Belt"

Sammi looked around the cab of the truck.  She felt like she was going crazy.  She could hardly sleep or let herself daydream without thinking about what Roger had done to her.  She questioned if she did the right thing running away because that meant leaving her mom with him.  She hadn't directly seen it but heard noises from her mom when alone with Roger behind closed doors.  The noises sounded like hitting, crying and sometimes pleading.

But her mother was the grown up.  She could have kicked him out or called the police.  Holly didn't know what else to do.  Every day she spent with him things just seemed to get worse and what was even harder with each day's passing she found she was resisting him less.  Not only was she making less effort to fight him off but slowly more often she just did what he wanted. 

The more often she found herself just doing what she was told the less of a human being she felt like.  But it was daunting choosing whether or not to run away.  While her mom wasn't the best mom she had always been there for Holly when she needed her.  But she seemed in denial when it came to Roger.  How could her mom not see what he was doing to her and her daughter.

Holly thought about going to the police herself but she wasn't sure her mom would admit the truth and if she sided with him she was pretty sure things would get exponentially worse.  And what she felt more was the longer she was where he could use her the more of herself she surrendered to him and she felt like she was losing who she was.  She didn't even feel normal when she was around her friends.  She felt like an older dirty sexual slut.

So here she was somewhere on the interstate in a tractor trailer with a complete stranger and his old dog.  She felt safe now then she had felt the last several weeks.  She heard Joseph still snoring and wondered if he stopped driving because he was just too tired.  She felt guilty that he was slumped back in the drivers chair while she was lying in his bed.

All her thoughts about Roger kept her from going back to sleep so she just sat there awhile petting the dog.  Suddenly she heard Joseph snore loud and then groan and the snoring stopped, then he groaned, "Uh Shit!" 

Joseph was stiff from sleeping sitting up.  He couldn't help feel mad at himself for always being willing to help others to his own suffering.  And once again he did it to himself.  He took a look back at his sleeper and just about scared himself to death when he saw wide open eyes looking back at him.

"Hi" Sammi said with a wave of her hand. 

"You're not sleeping" he replied.

"I was but woke up from a dream" she replied. 

"We're at a rest stop with a rest room, probably ought to let Ol'Jack do his thing too.  Need to take a bathroom break" he asked Sammi?

She nodded.

"These old rest stops aren't the cleanest.  They usually have showers but I know a better truck stop down the highway where we can eat breakfast too in the morning.  I wouldn't Doddle in the bathroom these rest stops can have some characters."

The idea of taking a shower sounded amazing to Sammi, it was now the fourth day since she ran away and got on the first bus.  But she had no reason to distrust Joseph.

Joseph put a leash on Ol'Jack, "Why don't ya take him in with you and he'll keep you safe, and then meet me outside the bathroom and we can let him do his thing.  He's not always the fastest" he added with a chuckle.

Sammi had to pull her shoes back on then the three of them crawled out of the truck and headed to the rest rooms.  Joseph checked the ladies room first and there was no one in there so he sent Sammi in and Ol'Jack went with her.  Joseph hurried into the men's room and did his business.  He was cautious as an old guy in a military green jacket was hanging out, if not camping in the men's room.

When Joseph finished he waited for Sammi outside the ladies room, he didn't have to wait long.

Sammi stared at the shower it was so tempting to take a shower and clean up but she thought it best to trust Joseph.  She met him outside the rest room the minute she exited. 

The two of them walked Ol'Jack along a path besides some trees.  Sammi found it funny because Joseph had been right the old dog took his time doing his business.

It felt strange being out there in the middle of the night with the old truck driver and his old dog.  But she felt more at ease with them then she had the last few weeks with Roger.

Finally Ol'Jack did his business and they were headed back to the truck.  Joseph had to help the dog get into the truck and assisted Sammi as well.  Watching her crawl up into the cab he couldn't help notice her smooth shapely legs visible in the short gym shorts.  Her bottom looked round and full and her waist tiny.  He had done his best to not look at her breasts because of her youth and nice boobs were his soft spot. 

He got up in the truck behind her.

"Why did we stop" she asked?

Joseph picked up his log book, "Regulations.  I can only drive so many hours and then have to rest.  It'll be another three hours before I can drive again."

"Why don't you try to lie down again and get a bit more sleep" he suggested.

Sammi replied, "You're the one driving why don't you take a turn.  You didn't look too comfortable in the chair."

Joseph thought about chivalry and sacrificing for women but he realized he was getting too old for that.  He agreed without an argument, "Ok."

With that he crawled into the sleeper.  Once he looked settled Sammi decided to throw caution to the wind and also crawled into the sleeper but on the front edge of the mattress. 

The minute she was there Ol'Jack joined in and crawled in next to her but more on the floor then mattress.  Sammi couldn't help but laugh and heard Joseph do the same.

With that proximity Joseph could smell the girl lying inches away from him.  She definitely had a scent after days of not showering but she definitely didn't smell like a man. 

Her long brown hair hung right in front of his face and he couldn't help notice her femininity.

He lost his wife a little over five years ago and other then an occasional hook up with a lot lizard Joseph had not been with a woman in quite a while.  It didn't help that he knew by now Sammi wasn't a truck stop lot lizard.  But he knew she was young and running from something. So he did his best to push her out of his mind.

But he couldn't help but take advantage of some of the passing head lights from oncoming traffic on the other side of the highway to light up Sanmi's shape enough for him to admire her natural feminine curves. 

Only inches from her he couldn't help wonder what it'd feel like to at the least wrap his arms around her and hold her.  He felt his loins stir but made himself close his eyes and try to ignore the young woman lying next to him. 

Ol'Jack kept squirming around trying to push more on the edge of the mattress pushing his body against Sammi.  As tiredness worked more into her being, Sammi moved back just a bit to give the dog a bit more space.  The third time she inched back her hips made contact behind her.  The only thing behind her was Joseph.  She started to panic but reminded herself that she had pushed back into him and he wasn't like Roger.

Joseph was almost asleep when he felt a warmth push against his groin.  When he opened his eyes Sammi was closer to him and obviously up against his body at hip level.  He drew a long slow inhale with his nose and he could smell the feminine smell of woman's hair.  He forced himself to lie there still.  He couldn't drift off to sleep right away and questioned his own thoughts when he felt the young woman once again push back against him.  He debated forcing his own body harder against the wall of the truck behind him but he knew he was almost against it already. 

Ol'Jack's limb pushed harder against Sammi so she pushed her hips and this time even her shoulders just a tiny bit further back until most of her torso was against Joseph's.

He tried to clear his mind and focus on his breathing so he could just go to sleep.  But Joseph couldn't help be reminded how nice it felt to have a woman next to him in bed.  He almost let out a laugh when he felt Sammi's bare feel touch his lower leg.  They were like ice, just as his wife's feet used to be.  He smiled to himself and just told himself to enjoy the moment and not read anything extra into it. 

Sammi managed to sleep about and hour and a half before waking feeling a man behind her.  It took her a moment to realize where she was and that she was safe but doing the mental gymnastics to realize she wasn't at home in her bed, and in danger had her fully awake.

Before long she was once again thinking about what happened after the night Roger raped and took her virginity.



Holly didn't get much sleep the rest of that night but was startled when she heard her door knob rattle and open.  Her entire body tensed till the moment she heard her mom's groggy voice, "I heard the two of you had a good time last night.  Wish I could've been there too but I was just so exhausted from work I guess but I'm glad you and Roger are trying to get along, he really cares about you, ya know."

It only took seconds for those words to sink in before Holly felt a heat flash rush through her and actually gagged, retched and managed to grab her trash can and threw up.

"You okay honey?  You sound like you're not feeling too good.  I'll let Roger know to look in on you.  I think he's making breakfast if you want sone.  He's definitely got coffee on."

With that her mom left her room.  Holly couldn't help wonder what he told her they had done.  Certainly he didn't tell her they had sex?

Holly felt filthy, not just from the bit she threw up but from what he did to her.  She got out of her bed, found her robe and went to her bathroom to shower.

While the water was getting warm she made the mistake of looking at herself in the mirror.

Just 24 hours ago, when she last brushed her hair and put on makeup, a fifteen year old, pretty happy high school student looked back at her in the mirror.  She wondered about how to fix her hair so her girlfriends would think she looked cute and if the boys might notice and think just maybe she looked hot.  She wondered if she could push the envelope on the school dress code so she might be noticed.

But it wasn't the same girl looking back at her in the mirror now.  She swore she could see some of the fluids of sex, her own saliva and even maybe her own virgin blood on her face.  She thought she looked older than her mother.  She would have swore she aged twenty or more years and the girl looking back at her in the mirror looked like a filthy slut.  She let the robe strap loose and as the robe started to open she couldn't help but gasp at the black and blue marks on her chest.  She was pretty sure she hurt worse then she looked.

She looked like someone else in the mirror, like a filthy monster.  For just a moment her mom's words from this morning echoed into her mind, "I heard the two of you had a good time last night."

Holly felt herself begin to cry and tried to fight it off as long as she could while she got into the shower.  The moment she was under the water she let the tears flow.  She felt like she couldn't get the water hot enough to wash away the filth.  Even without the mirror she was stunned to see the bruises on her breasts, stomach, pelvis and thighs.  She realized she was very sore all over her body.  Despite her soreness she kept washing her breasts, stomach, legs and most of all between her legs over and over.  No matter how much she washed between her legs it seemed like more sticky fluids and blood came out.  Again and again her mom's words echoed in her mind, "I heard the two of you had a good time last night."

She kept washing and crying until she felt herself shivering because the hot water had run out and she was now taking a cold shower.

She knew she needed to try to pull herself together so she struggled to get her composure and turned off the water.  She felt ashamed that she saw a bit of blood flow down the bathtub drain along with the water. 

She grabbed her towel from its normal towel rod and started drying her body.  She brushed her wet hair just pulling it into a ponytail with no interest or desire to blow dry it or willingness to style it.  She brushed her teeth, longer then normal thinking about his hand pushing in her mouth with their body fluids.  She struggled not to get back into the shower.

She returned to her room noticing the linens had been changed and the night shirt and panties she had warn last night were no where to be seen.  She quickly dressed in a conservative boyshort panties and matching bra, denim shorts and a plaid button down shirt.

Reluctantly she headed to the kitchen.  Roger was seated at the dining table, and her mom looked like she was ready to head out of the door to work as she finished placing what she wanted in her purse. 

Roger got up from the table, walked over to the stove, put eggs and sausage from the iron skillet onto a plate and walked over to where Holly was standing by the coffee pot, put his arm around Holly's waist and said, "I fixed some breakfast." 

Rachel walked to her husband gave him a quick kiss goodbye while his arm remained around her daughter's waist, "Have a great day honey" he said as she headed to and walked through the door closing and locking it behind her.

With the sound of the car starting, Roger took a firm hold of her ponytail with his other arm around her waist.  He pulled hard turning her head fully back with her face looking up at the ceiling.  He forcefully pushed his mouth to hers and jerked hard on her ponytail over and over until she opened her mouth for him.  He shoved his tongue deep into her mouth.  He kissed her more hard then passionate.  She squirmed a little but with his arm around her waist and his hand holding her hair she thought better then to resist.  He continued to kiss her long, hard and deep enjoying forcing a kiss on her.

After he had kissed her hard three times he kept his arm around her waist but picked up her plate carrying it over to the table.  He set the plate on the table, sat on the chair himself and pulled her onto his lap.  He then took a fork on the table picked up some food off her plate and put it to her mouth.  She thought about resisting, but of all the things to resist, letting him feed her didn't seem the right one to get hit over.

So he did exactly that feeding her bite after bite.  But after one bite he unbuttoned the top button of her plaid blouse.  Two bites later and he unbuttoned another button and two bites latter a third and then finally a fourth button of her blouse was unbuttoned but the bottom two were still buttoned.

He then reached inside her shirt pushing his hand in the cup of the bra.  He then worked her left breast out from the cup of the bra.  He then did the same to her right breast reaching his hand into the cup and working the breast out from the cup. 

Once he had them both out he tugged at the material of the bra somehow tightening it so her breasts wouldn't slip back into the bra.  He then softly said, "Doesn't that feel better now?"  Immediately his fingers started playing with and pulling on her nipples.  The way her bra was tugged under her breasts it actually pushed them up and together.

Still on occasion he would get food on the fork and lift it to her mouth.  She still reluctantly ate what he fed her.  "Look how nice and hard these pretty nipples are already.  You love the attention.  It's very apparent."  She felt ashamed as indeed her nipples were puffing and hardening and hardened even more when he first pulled one nipple into his lips and a few minutes later the other.

What shocked her even more at one point he took the fork he had been feeding her with and poked the prongs of the fork into her right nipple.  He did this several times switching from one nipple to the other.  On the second time poking it into her right nipple she protested, "Please don't!"  But in response to her protest he jabbed the fork hard into the pink Areola.  After doing that to one breast he jabbed the fork hard into the Areola of the other breast. 

He did it twice more to each breast then asked, "What did you say?"

"Nothing" she replied.  But that apparently wasn't the right answer.  He again stabbed the fork into the tender Areola two more times.

"You said PLEASE" I liked that part.  ""NOW SAY IT AGAIN" he shouted.

She started crying but her breasts already hurting quite a bit even through her crying she said pretty loudly, "PLEASE."

He went back to more lightly poking the prongs of the fork at her nipples first one then the other then told her, "Good girl."

His voice now shifted very soft, "Remember you belong to me.  You do what I want when I want."

He then asked her a bit louder, "Have you had enough breakfast?"

She was still crying so she just shook her head yes. 

He smiled and used her ponytail to pull her up off his lap, he then told her to clear the table and wash the dishes.  He stayed just a foot away from her and when she was washing the dishes he told her, "Use your tits to scrub the plates and silver wear."

It was humiliating but she did what she was told.  It felt so incredibly demeaning.  She had never used her breasts for anything like that and made her feel so very self conscious.

When she had finished he walked her out of the kitchen but when they got to the den he stopped her behind the sofa and turned her facing the back of the sofa.  He then reached around her waist and unbuttoned her jean shorts.  He tugged then down just above her knees and then did the same to her panties.  He quickly gave her butt cheeks a quick smack.

She then heard him unbuckle his belt, she heard the belt pull out from his pants and felt his jeans touch a couple places down the back of her legs.  He placed the belt over the back of the sofa to her right, put his hand on the back of her neck and bent her over the back of the sofa her upper body supported by the sofa cushions.

Within moments she knew then felt was about to happen, once again he started raping her.

There was nothing gentle or loving about it.  He simply lined up his cock and shoved it inside her as hard and deep as he could.

The first several strokes his only focus was on moving his hips and on his strokes.  But she should have known he wouldn't do it that simple.  Sure enough he placed a hand on the base of her back then he used her pony tail to pull her upper body back up towards him forcing her to arch her back.  Once she was doing so he reached his arms around her upper body taking hold of her breasts.  Immediately he began squeezing them hard from the base of the breast and then working towards the nipple while his hips kept a steady stroking motion until his fingers were pinching her nipples.

He did this a several times but then slowed his strokes.  To her horror she then heard him lift the belt.

She was shocked with what he did next.  He swung the belt over her shoulder from behind.  The contact with her shoulder stung a little but even though the strike on her shoulder didn't hit extremely hard the belt coiling around to the front of her body seemed to accelerate and hit harder.  It only took him three swings before he had the length of belt to swing measured correctly and the end of the belt would complete the swing snapping on her nipple what felt like exceptionally hard. 

It only took three times before she couldn't stand it and she bent back forward over the sofa.  But it only took him one swing of the belt folded in half onto her back leaving a very red welt and him commanding "Up" to get her to once again arch up. 

When she did as she was told he stroked his cock three times, stopped and then swung the belt the tip once again smacked so hard on her right nipple.  She let out a loud cry.

Once again he stroked his cock in and out of her pussy several times using his hand on her shoulder to arch her back fully again and then once again the belt swung over her shoulder the tip striking perfectly on her left nipple.  She let out a scream.

It excited him so much he looped the belt around her throat pulled her hard back to him and fucked her as hard and fast as he could.  He lost complete control and didn't realize she couldn't breath.

For a few seconds her life flashed before her eyes and she was sure she was going to die right then right there.  She thought of the pet she had as a little girl, her best friends at school, her mom, her gran who she loved till she passed two years previous. 

Fortunately before she passed out the belt let go and he pulled it from around her neck, pulled his cock from her body and leaned his body against the sofa. 

He had an amazing orgasm.  This girl was different from any woman he'd ever been with.  He hoped she'd be his forever.

Exhausted he guided her up to her bathroom and ran a bath for her.  When it was full enough he told her to get herself cleaned up and left the room.


March 27, 2018, 02:55:14 AM
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Offline Jed

Nice job brokenwing, itís good to see you writing again.

March 27, 2018, 01:24:23 PM
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Offline gscmar64

OMG! you've just improved your writing! keep it up and even Vile8r is going have to read to see how a story should be presented! ;)

March 28, 2018, 10:58:38 PM
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Offline vile8r

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Chapter 2  "Reason To Run"


The sound of Joseph's question broke Sammi's memory flashback, "Ready to get something to eat?  There's a good diner up here a bit with plenty of parking."

"Sure" Sammi replied noticing she was hungry and letting her mind wander to the question if the place was expensive? 

Only a few minutes after making the suggestion Joseph pulled the big rig off the interstate and into the truck stop diner.  Before getting out of the truck himself, he instructed Sammi how to safely crawl down from the cab of the truck. 

As the two walked from the truck to the diner Joseph realized how short and petite Sammi stood.  They both went to the washroom first then met in a booth to dine together.  Sammi was careful in what she chose to order very well aware of her limited money.  Joseph ordered a T-Bone steak and a baked potato.  He told her she should order more then a salad as this diner had good food but she declined.

For the first several minutes Joseph just talked small talk about the diner and weather and area.  He was relived that while speaking softly Sammi was at least engaged in the conversation.  Especially when he brought up Ol'Jack, she lit up and even smiled, it was obvious she liked dogs.  He used the opportunity to ask if she ever had her own Pet dog.  Sammi shared about having a dog when she was little but revealed living in apartments kept her mom from being willing to have a pet any time recently.

He then decided to see if she might talk about more personal things.  He decided to jump in with both feet.  "You seem like ya got quite a few bruises.  Is that why you're out here hitching rides on the highway, or are ya just really clumsy?"

For a moment her eyes dropped, she tilted her head down and shifted uncomfortably in her seat.  He voice grew even softer when she replied, "Clumsy I guess."  She tried to put a fake smile on her face, but now that Joseph had seen her genuine smile when talking about Ol'Jack he was confident he could tell the difference.  He thought about his question and was frustrated that he gave her the easy alternate answer asking if she was clumsy.

"No one should lay their hands on a pretty young lady like you..." he paused to choose his words more carefully, "...on anyone.  Some of them bruises look like hand prints from being grabbed or held."  Again Joseph was upset with himself for not being more strategic with his words."  He decided to be more direct, "No young man got any right to lay his hands on ya."

Once again he paused and thought carefully about his words and then added, "Nor your Pa neither.  Especially a little thing like you.  Can't imagine you're much of a whirling dervish."  Then he decided to try to lighten the mood, "Although I'd imagine you move a bit slower then Ol'Jack."

He was relived that tease seemed to work and while still looking down she at least put a little smile on her face.  The waitress stopped by and refreshed his coffee.  When she did he ordered an order of French fries.

"They got the best fries here, even Ol'Jack likes them" he joked but also having noticed she ate every bite of her salad hoped she might eat some of the fries.

He tried to keep the conversation light over the next several minutes sharing some of the trouble his dog had gotten him into and sharing funny stories of the dog passing gas in the cab of the truck.  Once again he managed to get her to relax and he was happy and relieved when she started eating some of the fries.

Joseph couldn't help notice that despite the bruises and her petite frame, Sammi was a very attractive young woman.  For such a petite female she had ample breasts.  Her long brown hair was pretty and those grey blue eyes could catch any man's attention.  He waist was tiny but her hips nice and round.  He felt a bit guilty for noticing but it was lonely being a long haul truck driver. 

If he hadn't seen the bruises and the fact that he did not guess she was even over the age of eighteen he might have considered giving his old sex tool some exercise.  But he was not the type of man to take advantage of a female running away from trouble.  He just hoped Sammi's trouble didn't find her while she was with him.

When they were close to finishing their food Joseph excused himself and went over to the counter and spoke with Donna the waitress.  Sammi had noticed that he and Donna seemed quite familiar with one another so she thought nothing of him going to talk to her.

He came back, finished his cup of coffee, suggested they both take one more restroom break and then hit the road again.  When she came out from using the bathroom she tried to pay Donna for her salad but Donna said it had already been paid.

When he came out, Sammi tried to give him the money, but he wouldn't take it and joked that he bought her dinner since she had to take care of Ol'Jack.  She tried a few more times but Joseph wouldn't take the money. 

They climbed back in the truck and headed out on the highway once again.  Joseph teased her that she should take a turn driving.  But when she seemed to take him seriously and said she'd try he asked to see her commercial driver's license which she of course did not have and tensed up when he thought maybe he was asking to see her ID.

But he quickly got her relaxed and laughing saying that Ol'Jack had tried to get behind the wheel one time but he was lucky the blood hound couldn't reach the pedals and see over the dash. 

Once again he started up the melodic country and western music and after getting food in her belly Sammi started feeling sleepy and began to doze off and started to drift in and out of a dream of more of what Roger did to her...

The physical abuse only continued to escalate and Holly was pretty sure she heard her mom crying a couple times as well after hearing them argue.  She was pretty sure Roger was hitting her mom too.  But her mom was the one who had to make the decision to kick him out or call the cops but that didn't happen.

Her mother's new boyfriend had only been living in their apartment a little over a month when things escalated more.  It happened one night after her mother had made a romantic dinner for her most recent live in boyfriend.  She cooked an Italian meal and even had purchased and opened a bottle of wine.  Her mom sent her to her room early with a plate so she could be alone with him. 

Not too much time passed before she heard their voices getting louder apparently in an argument.  She turned on some music to drown out the arguing.

The music helped some and the noise seemed to die down and eventually she got tired, got ready for bed and turned off her lights getting under the covers.  When she turned off her music she thought she heard her mom crying but it either didn't last long or she was mistaken and after not hearing anything more she eventually drifted off to sleep.

She was startled awake by tremendous weight landing on her body and a firm hand over her mouth.  It was aggressive and brutal and snapped her quickly out of a tight sleep.  His pure weight alone was overpowering much more then any play wrestling match with friends even with a few of her guy friends.  He pinned her body underneath him so much easier then she ever could have expected.  Her own covers made it easier to restrain her arms and legs from fighting him off.

His hand left her mouth long enough to slap her hard first from left to right, then back hand from right to left and then a third slap like the first again. 

He punched her hard with his other fist in the chest knocking the air from her lungs.  She wondered if his intent was to kill her.

Within moments he somehow managed to get under the covers with her and she could feel his flesh rubbing against her flesh.  His legs were hairy and she realized he only seemed to have on  underwear.

She wasn't even sure how he managed it other then intense pain from what she thought were his knees and likely one hand but in a matter of seconds she felt her own legs forced open wide.

She was pretty sure she felt him seem to kneel hard on her right thigh muscles and she realized she pushed her left thigh and knee wide as she felt first one, then two and then a third hard punch on her left thigh muscle after which out of instinct and desperation to stop the rapid hard punches she pushed her own leg as wide as she could as several more punches pounded her inner thigh.

Her arms made feeble attempts to push him off her but just pushing them up towards him seemed to emphasize the pain in her chest muscles where he had punched.  When she attempted to cry out for help the base of his hand shoved up hard on her chin forcing her mouth to close so hard and fast she bit her own tongue causing her to taste sone blood.  The hit to her jaw left her a bit woozy and she realized this wasn't like some movie where the girl magical shoves the guy off her body.  Roger was over six foot tall and in pretty good shape other than a beer gut but he had to easily weigh more then two hundred pounds and likely more then twice if not three times her weight.

She wasn't sure if it was the sound of the fabric tearing or the unfamiliar pain of the hard pull of the fabric tight into her skin but she felt her panties digging into her flesh before they finally were pulled hard and fast out from around her hips and harshly from between her legs. 

With her legs wide and the burn of the torn panties harsh on her hips and legs she knew she was about to be raped.

But it was like he wanted to give her time to think and anticipate what was about to happen because she didn't immediately feel the pain between her legs she knew would be coming.

Instead she first felt him punch hard into her stomach and then into her right breast three times and then into her left breast three times.

Only after punching both breasts did she then feel him tug her nightshirt up hard.  Unlike her panties that only had about an inch of material on each hip her nightshirt had a seam on each side from under her arm all the way down to her waist.

It was only then with the intensity of his actions that she realized there was no longer a hand over her mouth.  Instead his hands would thrust down hard onto her breasts before digging his fingers like claws into the shirt and breast flesh.  She then would feel a harsh pull on both her shirt and her breast flesh.  Each pull lifting her upper body up off the mattress but the weight on his legs on her thighs kept him from lifting her fully off the mattress.

"Notice my girl despite how loud you are groaning your mother is ignoring you, she doesn't care what I do with you, but you already knew that" he said in a cruel voice.

He continued alternating between hands not letting go until the shirt allowed her breast to pull free from his grip only because his legs pinned her lower body to the mattress. 

Only after doing this five times to each breath did she realize the fabric was beginning to tear. 

Only after a dozen punch then pulls on each breast did the fabric tear enough to begin to expose her breast flesh and she of course hadn't wore a bra to bed.  She only realized this when on the next punch on her left breast when his fist pulled up it no longer pulled on the flesh of her full breast but was now focused pinching directly on her Areola and nipple.  She only realized it was exposed as there was no longer material between his hand and her flesh to slide free.  His fingers pinched her nipples hard and only seemed to release when he chose.  The moment he released her left nipple he did the same to her right.

She had never been punched or knelt on like this before, even play wrestling had never come close to anything like this.  Her body felt pummeled and brutalized and under complete assault.

He repeated the intense pinch and pull multiple times to each nipple.  Despite the intense pain she was shocked to feel the most intense sensitivity and hardening in each nipple like she could not imagine.  Even between each pull her nipples and areolas remained hard puffy and engorged with heightened sensitivity. 

She was shocked that she wasn't sure how many times he had done it when she realized it was now his mouth alternating from one nipple to the other. 

Only when she felt the wetness that she thought was blood did she realize it was his mouth and the wetness his saliva.  Despite the intense ache in her thighs, breasts and nipples it was sending sensations deep into her body that she had never experienced.  Only then did she realize she had tossed her head back, closed her eyes tight and was squirming, struggling and writhing beneath him. 

His mouth would suck as much of her young breast flesh into his mouth as he could and then hold tight.  After doing this to each nipple several times he began to carefully close his jaw letting his teeth press against the swollen firm flesh. 

The first few times he was careful to not break the skin but tried to tighten the bite as much as he could without doing so.

She couldn't say for sure but it was only then that she realized he was rubbing her sex and it was soaking wet.  She could feel wetness being smeared all around between her legs all over her sex, thighs, hips and her lower belly.

She was terrified at her next sensation as she felt his teeth begin to scrape from outside her Areola down towards the nipple.  The first few times he did this while his teeth scraped over the oh so sensitive flesh it felt more like the sensation of someone scratching an itch hard on her back except on her breast and Areola.  But as his teeth reached the base of her nipple they tightened to the hardest pinch she ever had experienced or imagined.  It hurt intensely when his teeth tightened, but he held tight for what seemed like a long time so that when he released the bite, her nipple hurt more then when he was biting.

She hated him and hated herself even more when she felt intense anticipation for him to do the same to her other breast and nipple and he did not disappoint. 

As he continued to do this another time to each breast she was pretty sure he was biting a little harder and she was sure his teeth held longer each time.  But she did not fear the bite, it was the release of the bite that caused more pain.  Once again she was unsure how many times he had done it but she realized at some point he had started pinching her other nipple while his teeth bit the other.  She wasn't sure what he was using as the pinch felt far more intense then fingernails could cause and unlike his mouth that felt warm it felt cool and metallic.

But it did intensify the sensations throughout not only her breast and nipples but throughout her entire body.  Just as she didn't think it could get any more excessive he started gripping the base of her breasts with his hands and squeezing hard.  That hurt even more yet increased the sensation to the extreme.  She couldn't really even describe the sensation but it was like both breasts were being trapped and pinched in a heavy door at the same time.

Despite the almost unbearable pain she had never felt any sexual stimulation in her breast or nipples other than her own timid caress. She had barely kissed a boy she liked let alone had any type of rough sexual play.  Now her bare breasts were being squeezed, pulled, pinched, sucked and bitten and even though terribly painful her breasts felt more stimulation then she knew they could feel. 


WOW< brokenwing! ONLY you could describe a sexual assault so graphically! I'm loving this story and your selection of Sammi as the girl!

March 28, 2018, 11:10:55 PM
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Offline vile8r

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OMG! you've just improved your writing! keep it up and even Vile8r is going have to read to see how a story should be presented! ;)
Can't disagree with you there, gsc! I'm taking notes already!

March 28, 2018, 11:14:56 PM
Reply #13

Offline vile8r

So great to see a new saga from you Brokenwing! Love all the flashbacks and how the tension is slowly building inside the cab of the truck as the old trucker is slowly succumbing to his temptations. This is gonna be GOOD!

March 29, 2018, 05:21:16 PM
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So great to see a new saga from you Brokenwing! Love all the flashbacks and how the tension is slowly building inside the cab of the truck as the old trucker is slowly succumbing to his temptations. This is gonna be GOOD!


It's already good, damn she's verging on Ultra Fantastic with this one!

March 31, 2018, 12:39:27 PM
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Offline brokenwing

Chapter 6  "Discipline"

The intrusion of sunlight into the tractor trailer cab was pretty quick as the sun began to rise as it did most days when the skies were not overcast.  When Joseph woke for a moment he was startled, just because he was not used to having someone else in his bed.  But as his mind awoke he couldn't help take in the sight, scent and sound of the young woman sleeping next to him.

Joseph had not slept in close proximity with a woman since his wife's passing several years previous.  He had hooked up with a few lot lizards but it was just for quick sex and he wasn't sure he could even remember their names.

He wasn't sure how young, this young lady was but he was sure any man would find her attractive.  He of course had not been with a young woman sexually or even physically in years but it wasn't hard to remember how attractive their smooth skin, tiny waist, wide hips and full perky breasts looked and drew a man's eye.  Sammi was definitely attractive and he took a few minutes to take in her youthful beauty with his eyes.

Normally, the moment he woke with the sun, he would double check to make sure he had rested the legal requirement of hours and if so he would immediately get behind the wheel, start up his tractor trailer and get back on the highway.  But at least for a few minutes he let himself enjoy the beauty of the young woman. 

Not to his surprise his faithful companion heard him awake and lifted his head.  Joseph couldn't help laughing when he watched Ol'Jack stick his snout right in Sammi's face and give her a great big lick across her face.  It of course startled her immediately awake.  For a short moment she was annoyed to have been waken so suddenly and that Joseph was laughing but quickly she couldn't help laughing too as Joseph was laughing with a full belly laugh.

"Does it to me every day.  When he's ready to get up, and needs to do his business he makes sure to get ya up" he said still chuckling, then continued, "We should take him for a walk."

Technically Joseph knew he could just take Ol'Jack for a walk himself but he couldn't help like the idea of watching the young woman walking around.  Quickly the three of them got out of the truck and Ol'Jack made a trot towards the grass.  Sammi was holding the leash and Joseph followed behind watching his dog pull the attractive girl behind him.

Once Ol'Jack did his business they headed to the rest stop bath rooms to do the same.  It was like most mornings, cool and in just the gym shorts and t-shirt Joseph was able to notice the natural shape of Sammi's perky breasts and hardened nipples.  He couldn't help ask himself with her obvious development she certainly couldn't be all that young, could she?

They all got back into the truck, Joseph in the driver's seat and they headed to the truck stop with the good breakfast place Joseph had mentioned yesterday.  The thought of a good hot shower sounded amazing to Sammi.

They drove for a little under two hours before he skillfully pulled the large truck off the interstate.  Sammi was pretty sure it must be good because the number of trucks there was more then she could count easily. 

She asked Joseph if they could shower before eating, because she really wanted and needed a shower.  He asked her to give him a minute and he'd check on the availability of the shower facilities.

Joseph went into the office but he was feeling hungry more then wanting a shower, but to please his passenger he inquired about the shower facilities.  The only thing available for the next few hours were motel rooms the private showers were booked.  They had one he could get right away for an hour so he took it.  He paid the bill and got a key and headed back to where Sammi was waiting and suggested they get their bathroom supplies, clean clothes and hurry while there was availability. 

Sammi of course had never been to a truck stop before so she had no concept of what to expect.  She followed him back to his tractor trailer and he quickly grabbed a mid sized bag, obviously often used with all the necessities as well as fresh jeans, boxers, western shirt and socks that he tossed into a smaller bag.  She grabbed her small backpack with everything in it she had brought with her.

She then followed him as he made his way around the side to the motel with several rooms until they came to room 123 where he stopped, took out the plastic key ring with 123 on it with the metal key attached.  He unlocked and then opened the door and stepped through into the room.

Up till that moment Sammi was at easy and simply following the lead of the long time long haul trucker.  But as she stepped into the doorway of the hotel room and the queen sized bed came into her vision the world slowed to a crawl and her heart rate seemed to double.

At first Joseph didn't seem to notice Sammi stop in the doorway of the room.  He simply walked to the vanity outside the bathroom and started getting his deodorant, toothpaste, toothbrush, shampoo, soap and razor out of his bag.  But when he turned he saw the door still open and Sammi standing frozen just in the doorway.

He continued his thought not sure if something was wrong, "I'll go first so you can take as long as you like, I'm usually quick in and out.  He opened the bathroom door with shampoo and soap in hand and glanced back at Sammi, "Sammi are you okay?"

Sammi heard the words still everything seeming slow but she forced herself to nod.  Finally she tried to calm herself and moved through the doorway.  It took even more courage to close the room door behind her.  The moment she did Joseph went into the bathroom, closed the door and started the water running.  The sound of the water running immediately brought her thoughts back to Roger.

For the second time in less then 12 hours Holly found herself washing the fluids of sex from her body.  She felt dirty and degraded like never before.  Her mother was at work and she was at home alone with him.  The words her mom said, "I heard the two of you had a good time last night" came back into her mind, then as if everything in the world was fine her mom left for work leaving her alone with Roger. 


She wasn't even finished rinsing off all the soap before she heard the bathroom door open and then close.  Suddenly the shower curtain was pushed open quickly and Roger stood there with a strange look in his eyes and his belt in his hand.

"You walked around this apartment with such short shorts and tight shirts and sometimes without a bra.  I knew you wanted me.  That day you walked in front of me watching the game, you wanted me to look at you instead of the game didn't you Holly" he asked in an intense tone.

She shook her head no vehemently but to her horror he grabbed hold of her by the throat and by one wrist.  He quickly sat on the edge of the bathtub, pulled her down onto her stomach over his knees, with her knees and lower legs barely touching the bathroom floor and slapped her bare bottom hard quickly five times with his hand.  "Your mom didn't care at all when I spanked you.  She didn't say a word and later that night she told me you were a brat and needed some discipline.  Do you Holly?  Do you need some discipline and to be punished?"

As he asked her he slapped her bottom five more times.  He wasn't hitting deep but was slapping almost the exact same place multiple times.  He seemed very into what he was doing again, this was so much about power and control and it invigorated him.

"Tell me Holly.  Tell me you deserve to be spanked and I'll just spank you five more times now" he demanded.

But she shook her head no, which is what he hoped she'd do and he spanked her butt ten more times trying to hit the same reddening hand prints.

He reached under her and found one nipple which he rubbed, pulled and pinched until it was once again hard.  He then spanked her butt ten more times.  Then he reached further under and rubbed, pulled and pinched her other nipple followed by ten more spanks.

"Holly tell me you deserve to be punished like this the next three days and you'll bare your bottom and lay over my lap willingly and I'll stop spanking you now" he stated.

"No" she replied. 

Roger smiled and then used twisted logic, "I knew it Holly, I offered to stop and you told me no."  He started a steady spanking not too fast, not too hard but making every effort to strike the same place across her butt.

After six hits she tried to roll off his lap but he held her firmly and kept spanking. 

"Your mom watched me spank you and said nothing, but she knows you need this Holly.  You need discipline, you deserve to be punished.  Do you want me to stop spanking your butt Holly" he asked?

She had been crying for the last several spanks so she nodded.

He grabbed firm hold of her and flipped her over onto her back still over his lap.  The minute she was on her back he spanked directly on her right breast five times and then the same on her left.

"Tell me Holly you will voluntarily bare your bottom and bend over my lap for the next five days for twenty spanks each day" he asked?

She shook her head NO not thinking of what the consequences might be. 

"Holly you are a whore.  You are a pain slut, you liked it when I hurt you.  You did everything you could do to get my attention.  I'm going to show you how dirty a girl you are.  But I'll make you a promise, if your body doesn't respond to what I do, I won't touch you ever again.  But if your dirty, slutty body responds then as I told you before you will do what I want whenever I want."

With that he picked up his belt.  He first took the smooth leather and carefully slid it closely over her right nipple.  The gentle friction made both nipples ever so slightly start to harden.  When she wiggled and squirmed he swung the belt hard and hit her across her belly by her navel.

He then carefully slid the smooth leather belt over her left nipple.  The contact and friction caused the nipples to harden more and the Areolas began to puff up as well. 

A wicked grin came to his face as he saw her body starting to respond.  He lifted the very end of the belt and brought it down enough to sting her right nipple twice and her left nipple twice immediately after.  Her nipples turned red, filled with blood and pushed up fully hard.

He then took the belt and slid it between the lips of her sex between her legs.

He then brought the belt up to her face and rubbed it over her lips smearing the wetness from her sex onto her mouth. 

"This turns you on you dirty little pain slut, I know you don't want to accept it but it's who you are Holly" he added and then used the belt and tapped just a bit more firm on each nipple five times, but this time he used a little longer bit of belt letting more leather stroke the pale globe of her breasts, as well as her puffy pink areolas and hard nipples. 

He then set the belt beside him for a moment and moved his hand between her legs gently but firmly rubbing his fingers at the top of her sex on her clit.  He rubbed there a few seconds then pushed his fingers into her wet sex. 

"Your getting so wet again Holly, taste your juices again for me Holly, as he said this he brought his wet fingers to her mouth.  When she didn't immediately open her mouth he just wiped the stickiness on her face.

"Dirty, filthy pain slut, who's own mother wants to be punished, who needs and wants to be punished" upon finishing saying that he skillfully flipped her once again over on her stomach and within seconds was spanking her bottom over and over with the belt but slow deliberate strokes pausing between them.  Letting the sting from each sink in.  You need discipline Holly.  Your mother's been too busy to notice but I'm going to teach you discipline Holly.

After the fifth hit he asked her softly, "You want me inside you again Holly.  Just say YES and I'll stop spanking you and give you what you've wanted since I moved in with you and your mom."

When she didn't say yes he brought the belt down on her bottom again, paused, then again, then another pause, after the sixth hit with the belt hard over both butt cheeks she screamed, "YES."

The moment she did he lifted her to her feet, still completely nude from the bath, shoved her hard face first against the wall and thrust his now very hard cock inside her. 

"This is what you wanted the minute your mom first brought me home Holly.  And I promise I'm going to take it any time I want, every time I want" he said grunting hard as he raped her against the wall only a short time after raping her over the back of the sofa.

One time between strokes he pulled her away from the wall long enough to pull the belt over her breasts and tighten it behind her back trapping her breasts under the one inch wide leather belt directly over her nipples.  The minute he had it lined up he once again shoved her against the wall.  He pulled the belt as tight as he could through the buckle and cinched it as tight tugging the end the opposite direction. 

He even managed to find a rhythm of shoving her hard against the wall with his hips then jerking with both hands back on the belt on the out stroke.

Her grunts, cries and squeals told him it hurt and exited him like never before. 

"This is what you want Holly, what you and your mom know you deserve, this is very special Holly" he grunted into her ear realizing for the first time in his life how much he enjoyed controlling and hurting his sexual partner.  It was an arousal like he had never experienced before and he knew he wanted more. 


As Sammi stood there all but frozen Joseph took a quick shower, which was the norm for him as to him time was money especially in the middle of drive time.  While Joseph showered Sammi fought her own inner fears.  Was Joseph another predator like Roger?  Why did he get a a room with a bed.  She felt every ounce of her being on edge.  She heard the water running and struggled to push memories of the things Roger did to her out of her mind. 

She was startled back to the present when the steady sound of water running turned off with the squeak of the bathtub faucet.  She then heard the shower curtain rings scrape across the shower rod.  Joseph was singing one of the country and western songs he had played in the truck just a tiny bit off key. 

Suddenly she heard the bathroom door knob turn and the door open and steam escape the bathroom into the motel room.  She held her breath, tensing her entire body in preparation of being physically attacked like Roger did so many times. 

But in an almost singing tone Joseph sang out, "Your turn." 

He walked into the room quickly but not on a direct line towards Sammi.  He only had a towel wrapped around his waist so his upper torso was bare as were his legs.  Her body was tensed as tight as could be but he didn't get within three feet of her.  She was alarmed that he was coming at her but he carefully sat on the corner of the bed to give her room to pass to walk to the bathroom.  She was hardly breathing waiting to be grabbed, pinned on the bed and raped but it didn't happen.

Her thoughts and fears were interrupted by Joseph's voice, "Are you going to take a shower Sammi?  Are you okay?"

His questions helped to snap her mind to the present and she took a moment to compose herself then answered, "Yeah."  The idea of not being in the bedroom with any man was appealing to her.  She managed to force herself to grab her bag and head into the bathroom. 

Once inside and with the door closed she took a minute to pull herself together.  "Breath, Holly, breath" she told herself, "You're okay.  He's not trying to hurt you.  He's not like Roger."

It didn't feel any different then when she walked into the motel room doorframe, her thought processes were running so slow.  She had to force herself to think about what she was supposed to do and what to do next.

"Turn on the water.  Get the shampoo and soap.  Take off your clothes" she told herself.  Taking off her clothes was the most difficult.  It felt like she was preparing herself for Roger.  It took her several minutes and she kept looking at the bathroom door ready for Roger to burst through. 

Finally after undressing very slowly one article of clothing at a time she managed to get fully undressed and managed to step into the bathtub under the shower.  The hot water felt good.  Like she had been doing the last few weeks she pushed the temperature as hot as she could stand without burning her skin.

She wasn't sure if she hadn't lost her mind, because now having gone several days, since running away, without having sex she still felt like she could feel sex fluids washing out from between her legs.  She still felt filthy and disgusting.  For the next several minutes her mind lost focus on her anxiety and simply focused on washing the filth from her body. 

After scrubbing her body very red and even sore, she realized that maybe at the motel it might not run out of hot water which lately had been her clue to end her shower.  Finally, after making her body sore and even drawing some blood between her legs she finally decided to stop washing.  She turned off the shower overhead and then turned off the water.  The moment she turned off the water she heard Joseph's voice call out once again asking if she was okay. 

"Yeah...I'll be right there" she replied.  She dried her body with the towel thoroughly and then wrapped the towel around herself.  Nervously she opened the bathroom door.

While she had been showering, Joseph had more then enough time to get completely dressed, brush his teeth and shave.  He looked a bit younger clean shaven. 

Most of the time Joseph had looked at and seen Sammi she was either sitting or lying in his truck. 

He couldn't help notice her small, petite, feminine body wrapped only in a towel with her long hair still soaking wet.  Standing there in her bare feet she was more then a foot shorter then him.  With no makeup she looked quite young.  But even wrapped in the towel and without a bra he could see plenty of cleavage from her breasts. 

Joseph wasn't thinking clearly and it had been quite some time even since his last lot lizard.  He was nervous and unsure but wanted to at least try, he walked up directly to Sammi, turned her shoulders gently so her body was facing his.  He then very carefully and gently put two fingers under her chin and tilted her face up to face him.  He gently slid his hands around her waist on her lower back gently pulled her to him, tilted his head slightly and slowly pushed his lips to hers, kissing her softly.

For a few moments Joseph thoughts was focused inside his own mind.  He hadn't kissed a lot lizard, he hadn't wanted to kiss anyone since his wife passed.  But something about this girl was different, not the type of woman he met at truck stops, or the type of woman looking for a trucker to pay her bills and take care of her, her kids and her pets while he was on the road.

While his wife, up until the point she got cancer stayed in decent shape, but Joseph hadn't wrapped his arms around a woman with a tiny waist, full breasts and hips since he was a young man himself and that was a long time ago.  He wasn't sure he had ever held or kissed a more soft feminine woman in his life.

But his thoughts were interrupted when he realized Sammi was trembling hard as if she were ice cold and shivering.  She had opened her mouth to accommodate his kiss and that excited him incredibly.  But her body was trembling more then he ever felt another person tremble.  Joseph opened his eyes to see Sammi's eyes wide open.

He immediately broke the kiss and gently let go of her but slowly to make sure she didn't fall.

"I'm sorry" Joseph said and immediately stepped further away from Sammi towards the motel room door.  He then took the room key out of his pocket, set it on the edge of the desk, said, I'll wait for you in the cafe, whenever you're ready."  She stood there frozen in shock.  He had no idea but she was waiting, sure she was about to be raped yet she didn't move or try to run away.  Instead she just stood there waiting, ready to be used.

With that he turned and walked out of the room pulling the door closed behind him.



March 31, 2018, 04:57:20 PM
Reply #16

Offline gscmar64

Loving ever letter of this story. Especially her reaction to Joseph kissing her!

April 02, 2018, 11:11:15 PM
Reply #17

Offline vile8r


April 05, 2018, 03:41:24 PM
Reply #18

Offline brokenwing


Chapter 7  "Dirty, Filthy Slut?"

It was almost more of a shock to Sammi that Joseph walked out of the room then if he had just forced her to the bed and raped her.  It took her a few minutes to rationalize her thoughts.  As she did the realization of her learned expectations overwhelmed her with emotion and she started to cry. She took for granted that any man that would embrace and kiss her would also intend to fuck her. 

As she thought about the kiss she realized he puckered and placed his lips gently against hers.  In full anticipation of a hit or punch like Roger would have done it was her who actually escalated the kiss by opening her mouth.  But Joseph didn't aggressively shove his tongue deep into her mouth or even push his mouth hard to hers.  He softly held and kissed her.  And yet like a frightened animal she shivered uncontrollably. 

Being alone in the hotel room, the fear mostly passed that she was about ho be raped.  Sammi realized that she had freaked out projecting onto Joseph the things Roger had done.  She felt sick and it made her throw up.  Even though she had been away from Roger for multiple days she realized he was constantly in her thoughts and that realization was horrifying and depressing. 

She coached herself to pull it together.  She needed to get dressed and brush her teeth and get out of the motel room with her stuff and get to the cafe.  Hopefully Joseph was still there if he hadn't just up and left her behind.  He certainly had no reason to wait for a hitchhiker.

She tried to hurry but even now life seemed to be moving slow.

Joseph sat in the cafe sipping on his second cup of coffee.  When Sammi hadn't made it when he had finished the first Joseph cursed himself for making the decision to kiss her, "Stupid old man.  Why would you ever believe such an attractive young woman would want a kiss from an old road warrior like you" he muttered to himself. 

As he was getting to the bottom of his second cup of coffee he decided he should go ahead and order his breakfast.  It was time to face the fact that attempting to take advantage of the moment to kiss a young woman only wearing a towel very well may have sent her away from him as fast as she could get.  He considered the possibility that he very well might not ever see her again. 

Only a few minutes after the waitress brought out his food he was relieved to see Sammi come into the cafe.  She quickly looked around until she spotted him.  The moment she did she quickly walked over to the booth where he was seated and sat down across from him.

She was wearing dark blue denim shorts and a light blue top with spaghetti straps that showed the skin on her shoulders, collarbone and arms and the shorts were short and allowed him to see her legs. 



"I'm sorry for taking so long to get ready" she said apologizing still seeming a bit nervous.

Joseph felt like a rejected teen boy and quickly apologized himself, "I'm sorry, for the...uh...kissing you.  I shouldn't have been so presumptuous...."

She interrupted him by placing her hand on his.  "It wasn't your fault, it was..." She started to say but stopped and instead pointed to a dark bruise on her upper arm visible with just the spaghetti straps.  She looked down ashamed of how she responded to the kiss unable to make eye contact with him.

It took Joseph a minute to pick up on what she had started to say and the fact that she pointed to a bruise. 

This time he took a minute to take in what she was saying and he thought back to the motel room and her trembling when he embraced and kissed her. 

Finally he put it all together looking at the bruises on her arms, neck, and upper chest and thinking about her trembling with the kiss, he asked, more of a statement then a question, "Someone really did a number on you, didn't they?"

Sammi continued to look down, shame filling her emotions but she managed to nod.

"I'm sorry" he said. 

Sammi shrugged but their conversation was interrupted by the cafe waitress, "What'll you have young lady?"

"One egg, and toast, please and an orange juice" Sammi replied.

Once the waitress stepped away Sammi took a deep breath and very softly said, "The kiss.... It was...the nicest kiss I've ever had."  She kept her eyes down at her hands wringing them nervously on the table.

Joseph let out a sigh and really took a moment to think about what Sammi said.  He took a minute to really look over the girl who he picked up hitchhiking.  As he examined her exposed flesh visible above the table and not covered by her shirt he slowly became more aware of the number of bruises on her arms, shoulders, chest and neck. 

Then his eyes started to show a softness as he thought about the words she said, "The kiss.... It was the...nicest kiss I've ever had."  He couldn't help question what that might have meant.  Had she ever been in love and had a boyfriend?  Did he abuse her?  Who put those bruises on her?

The waitress brought Sammi's food and placed it in front of her then stepped away again.  He decided to put himself out there a little, "I haven't kissed anyone like that in quite a while..."  He paused quite a while then continued,  "...since my wife, who I lost a few years back" he said with sadness in his eyes.

"I'm sorry for your loss" she replied!

"I probably didn't deserve her anyway.  I was gone all the time while she raised our two boys.  She did an amazing job and always was there at home waiting for me.  But when she needed me most, when she got cancer, I couldn't face it and kept taking loads across country."  He paused and looked down at his hands, "I couldn't stand watching her suffer in pain.  She faced most of it without me."

Sammi realized he was exposing his grief and regrets and she put her hands on his.  She replied softly, "I'm sure you did the best you could.  And the bills couldn't have been cheap."

"They weren't" he replied. 

Joseph then shared a bit more about his sons and how well they were doing as he and Sammi both ate their breakfast.

Suddenly out of nowhere a booming male voice said loudly and approached the booth where they were sitting from behind Sammi, "Joseph Johnson, how the hell have you been?"

"Ben, Ben Jones, how long has it been" Joseph replied getting up from his seat and the two men first shook hands and then shared a masculine embrace. 

"It's been a long time, since Chicago, I think it was" Ben said as once again Joseph took his seat.  Then Ben took a long look at Sammi, looking her up and down and then quickly sat on the same side of the booth with her, sliding right next to her and putting his arm around her back, placing his hand on her bare shoulder and pulling her tight against him and then asked, "Where'd you pick up this sexy little lady?"

Sammi's face was reflecting the discomfort and anxiety she was feeling as Ben rubbed his hand up and down her shoulder. 

It took Joseph a minute to think of how he wanted to answer the question and to get Ben to back off, "She's my niece.... So ya'd better show her some respect or you'll have to answer to me " Joseph added.

While looking at Sammi, not keeping eye contact with Joseph, Ben slid his hand partly down Sammi's arm, then onto her back until it was below the table where Joseph couldn't see it.  He slid his hand around her waist feeling her there and then brought his hand out from around her to Joseph's relief and the manner in which Joseph was looking at him softened.

"She's quite a lovely young lady, Joseph" Ben said and then suddenly Sammi felt his hand touch her left knee the side to which he was sitting on.  Once his hand was on her knee he slid it up and down her thigh feeling the smoothness of her leg very slowly.

Prior to Roger moving into the apartment with Sammi and her mom, if a guy had made an unwelcome advance towards her she would have pushed his hand away and told him to stop.
But for the last several weeks, Sammi had been conditioned to not react or respond negatively to a physical advance because if she did, Roger would have quickly hit or punished her.  So as Ben carefully moved his hand up and down her thigh, Sammi sat there frozen, not doing or saying anything to resist. 

Ben took Sammi's lack of resistance as an acknowledgment that his hand rubbing and feeling her thigh was okay.  When she didn't resist or even move much at all he continued to rub farther up her left thigh and then very carefully slid his fingers on the inside of her thigh all while making random chatter with Joseph about one truck stop or another. 

As the two men talked about old times Ben worked his hand up and down Sammi's thigh while slowly shifting his fingers more towards the inside of her thigh.  As he got higher up her thighs they were pressed together but Ben didn't take that as discouragement instead he worked his hand down towards her knees until he could get almost his full hand on the inside of her leg.  Then slowly yet firmly he started working his hand higher.  As his had met the resistance of her thighs being pressed together he would flex his fingers over and over. 

He even began to change his hand from flat to curved working to get her legs to separate.  For several minutes Joseph did not notice Sammi's eyes shift down to the booth seat beside him and almost look glazed over.  Ben's first attempts to work her thighs open met resistance but as he used more strength bending and flexing his fingers, to his delight at the pressure of his knuckles into her right thigh, she opened her knees just a bit wider. 

The moment she did Ben worked his hand higher between her legs finding them touching again.  Once again he bent and flexed his fingers and while the first time him pushing his knuckles into her right thigh was by chance, the second time he pressed his knuckles into her thigh and felt that trigger her to widen his knees, he struggled to hide his delight.

He now more aggressively worked the technique while trying to participate in the conversation with Joseph.  Once he discovered the right technique his old friends, "niece" shifted her knees wider and wider.  To Sammi's horror, without hesitation, once Ben managed to get her thighs to open several inches at the knee, he slid his open hand all the way up between her legs till the side of his hand brushed against, first the inside hem on the denim shorts and then, with only a bit more pressure, the side of his hand made contact between her legs at the crotch of her denim shorts.

When he got his hand there, for a few minutes he stopped moving his hand, just letting it sit and feel the warmth between her legs.  Ben took a few minutes to ask Joseph questions that would get him to reminisce about old times and get him to work to search his memory.

Once he pulled Joseph into the conversation he firmly but slowly moved his hand just a little up and down against Sammi's crotch.  He couldn't resist being a bit more bold and first pushed out on her right thigh and then pulled on her left.  He felt invigorated that while her legs didn't remain as wide as he had pushed and pulled, they did remain wider then they had been before his action.

Her legs were wide enough that this time rather then using the side of his hand, Ben was able to force his fingers down from her pubic bone between her legs still over the denim fabric.  Once again he rubbed slow and firm as Sammi sat there frozen, staring at the opposite seat of the booth.

Ben worked his hand further down between her legs to the point his fingertips were working to push under her against the seat of the booth. 

Ben had to regain control of his emotions when Joseph looked at his watch and said, "We need to get going we are running far behind schedule."

Ben quickly encouraged, "Joseph we haven't seen one another in quite a while, I'm sure your lovely niece is enjoying these stories of old times.  Can't you stay just a bit longer?"  As he asked this he pressed and moved his fingers over where he thought her sex was covered by the denim.

Joseph stood up and said, "No, I'm sorry we really need to hit the road" and then picked up both checks and headed to the register.  Ben took the chance to rub between her legs as effectively as he could and then asked, "Are you sure you don't want to come with me?  We could have a great time together.  I uh...have plenty of cash.  I just dropped a load.  I can spoil you much more then old Joseph."  He turned his head to watch Joseph at the register while rubbing his hand firmly between her legs up and down as quickly as he hoped would feel good and convince her.

Sammi was relived when Joseph finished paying the checks and started heading back to the booth.  Ben kept his hand there and stayed seated until Joseph was almost at the table and asked Sammi, "Ready to go?"

Ben tried to answer for her by saying, "Sammi wants to travel with me to Dallas." 

For a moment Joseph had a look of surprise in his eyes but Sammi quickly replied, "I'm ready to go, I...uh...promised to walk, feed and pet Ol'Jack.  Excuse me" she said standing up as much as she could being inside the booth bench from Ben.

Not to risk trouble Ben stepped out of the way but asked, "Are you sure little lady?"  And deliberately put his hand on her ass as she walked by him.

"I'm positive.  I made a promise" she replied confidently and the minute she was clear of Ben she headed straight to and out of the door of the cafe. 

Joseph was a bit taken a back first by Ben's statement that Sammi wanted to go with him to Dallas, then for a moment relief that Sammi wanted to keep going with him but also surprise how she all but stormed out of the cafe.

Joseph quickly told Ben goodbye and then hurriedly followed behind Sammi.  She was almost at the truck when he caught up to her.  The minute he caught up he carefully put his hand on her shoulder to stop her, "Are you okay" he asked?

She stuttered and replied, "Yeah I...uh need to walk...Ol'Jack before we hit the highway."  He looked at her and could see her face was full of emotion if not even on the verge of tears. 

Joseph looked at her face but her hand twice tugged on the locked door of the truck.  He thought about trying to ask what was wrong or to console her but he too had before had an emotional time where the best medicine was walking Ol'Jack.

So he held his questions and unlocked the truck and lifted the dog down grabbing his leash, "Don't be too long we really do need to hit the road" he said.

"Ok" she quickly agreed and hurried off to the nearest patch of grass letting Ol'Jack do his business.  Joseph got in the truck and started it up turning on the A/C to cool the cab some. 

She wasn't gone long before she was back.  Joseph got out and helped Ol'Jack into the truck and then Sammi.  He did notice she had very nice smooth legs as she got into the truck but also took a moment to notice the number of bruises on her legs. 

He readied everything, like a pilot would do in an airplane cockpit, like he liked it and she buckled her seatbelt but when he put his hand on the gearshift to start the truck rolling he heard the click of her seatbelt and she quickly pushed her body towards him, put her hand on his hand on the gearshift and pushed her face to his.  Her eyes closed and her face tilted to the right and her lips met his.

It took Joseph a moment to realize she was intending on kissing him but the moment he realized what she was doing he gently slid his arms around her and leaned further back in his seat gently guiding her to follow him.  The first kiss was actually several short quick closed lips kisses.  But as he wrapped his arms around her and started kissing back the kisses changed from short quick pecks to longer deeper kisses until once again she opened her lips letting him kiss her even more passionately. 

He was careful to gently pull her at least partly onto his lap.  He was quite surprised by the kiss but after the motel room he couldn't deny he was relived and happy with it.  To the most part the kiss was gentle and loving not hot or steamy.  It lasted several minutes and he let Sammi make the decision when to end the kiss.  When she did he gently put his hands on both sides of her head and gave her a playful kiss on the forehead, nose and chin.  "You made an old man blush" he said smiling then asked, "Ready to hit the road now?"

She nodded her head, then got off his lap and back on the passenger seat.  Even before she could get her seatbelt buckled Ol'Jack came up to her quickly and licked her face.

That started Joseph in one of his belly laughs and he joked, "I guess he didn't want to be left out" although he struggled to think being caught completely off guard by the kiss.

Sammi sat back in her seat, happy to have the old dog half pushed onto her lap.  He mind too was spinning.  She felt guilty for how she reacted to Joseph's kiss in the motel room and needed to make that right.

But at the same time she was overwhelmed by what had just happened with Ben.  What had she done that would encourage him to be so emboldened to do what he did?  But an even bigger horror in her mind besides not knowing what she did that made him take the action he did was the intense shame she felt for doing nothing to stop him. 

Not only had she not done anything to stop him she let her legs widen for him.  She let him touch higher and higher on her thighs and did nothing when he pushed his hand onto her sex. 

She stared out of the huge windshield first at the exit of the truck stop parking lot and then at the highway as Joseph skillfully navigated the huge truck once again on the interstate.  But no matter how much she tried to focus on the road, or more importantly to try to think about the nerve it took for her to work up the courage to kiss Joseph, even as she pet his faithful companion, Ol'Jack, there was something no matter how hard she tried she couldn't push out of her mind, the all consuming physical sensation between her legs. 

So many degrading, humiliating words Roger said about her seemed to be substantiated by her bodies response to what Ben had done.  "Dirty, filthy, turned on, slut and maybe even pain slut?"  Ben wasn't gentle, that was for sure.  He shoved his hand directly on her sex as firmly as he could with Joseph there.

She felt tears well up in her eyes as once again she couldn't push more memories out of her mind of her time with Roger.

It was the first weekend day after Roger had raped her for the third time.  A Saturday morning when Holly stayed in bed late not wanting to be around Roger or even really her mom.  She could hear them talking and then heard the phone ring.  Just less then an hour after that phone call her mom came to her door, knocked and then opened her door.  "Holly, I have to head to work, they're short, so I have to go in" her mom said.

Holly felt sad and nervous both but reluctantly told her mother to have a good day at work.  To her surprise for a while Roger didn't bother her.  She even took her shower without incident and was able to catch up on some homework. 

About midday she heard the doorbell ring.  She heard Roger's and another male voice talking.  Then she heard the volume on the TV pretty loud and they were obviously watching a game.

Just as she was thinking things were going to be okay Roger came to her room and asked, "Aren't you going to be civil and come out and meet my friend Dale?"  When for a moment she made a face of frustration and hesitated to get up from her homework Roger grabbed hold of her hair pulled her head back and said, "What I want, when I want, remember?"  He then pushed his mouth to hers kissing her very hard.  There was nothing tender loving or kind about the kiss but with his hand still tightly holding and pulling her hair, Holly didn't hesitate to open her mouth their teeth bumping as his tongue thrusted deep in her mouth.  It wasn't about passion but a reminder of his power and control.

Holly was clear it was more then a request so she followed Roger back out to the den and he introduced her to Dale.  Dale was watching the game so he only seemed to give her a moment of his attention. For a second Holly had the hope that she might be able to just go back to her room.  But just as she was about to do so Roger asked her if she would help him in the kitchen, but to communicate that she had no choice he grabbed her by the elbow and walked her in the kitchen. 

He guided her to the kitchen and asked her to help him get lunch ready.  She did as she was asked and helped him with a variety of foods including sliders, chips and cheese dip as well as vegetables and dip.  He also prepared margaritas in the blender and then had Holly help him carry the food to the den.

Once everything was placed on the coffee table, Roger told her to take a seat.  He got three glasses out and poured margaritas into all three glasses.  He then had her serve a glass to Dale, himself and herself.  The two men watched the TV and ate their sliders, dipped chips into the cheese dip as well as vegetables into the dip. 

Holly tried to be cautious with her drink but Roger now and then would catch her eyes and tell her to drink.  As her glass grew lower he would pour more margarita into her glass.  Not being used to drinking alcohol Holly was felling pretty relaxed after a glass and a half.

As she was close to finishing her second margarita, Roger started talking about how good her tits looked.  He dominated the conversation with that topic despite a good game on the TV.

Before long he insisted that Dale should feel her tits.  Normally she would have resisted as much as she could but under the influence of two margaritas and with the three of them all a little intoxicated it didn't take Roger very long to convince Dale to feel the firmness of her tits through her shirt and bra.  And shortly thereafter Roger insisted she sit in Dale's lap and let him touch, explore and play with her tits.

The most humiliating part for Holly was that it didn't take long before all the attention to her breasts and nipples caused her nipples to harden and became visible to Dale.

What she didn't expect was for Dale to not only pay attention to her breasts but before long he got more daring and moved his hand down between her legs and began rubbing between her there through her spandex leggings and panties.  Dale used the fact that he had Holly sitting on his lap to get one of her legs on one side of his leg and her other leg outside his other.  With the thin spandex and nylon panties it didn't take much contact for Dale to create friction and stimulation on her sex.

That combined with his attention to her breasts and hardening nipples soon left Dale finding dampness on the fabric between her legs. 

Despite feeling very buzzed on now her third margarita Holly felt very ashamed when Dale told Roger, "The little slut is soaking wet down here.  She loves being touched."

Even through the shame and humiliation of the stranger touching her there, noticing and drawing attention to the fact she was wet Holly felt very relaxed from the third margarita, and was unaware that Roger had added a few ounces of  Everclear 190 proof alcohol to her third drink and showed no resistance as Dale pushed her legs wider and wider.

Roger just laughed and loved how red Holly's face turned at Dale's attention.

With the alcohol in her system she felt powerless to resist the stimulation to her body.  With her legs wider apart Dale managed to really focus on her labia and clitoris through the thin fabric.

Dale suddenly laid Holly on her back with one of her legs on each side of him.  Roger decided to  join them on the sofa and sat by Holly's head.  He grabbed hold of her arms and pulled them over her head to keep her from trying to push Dale's hands away. 

Roger then decided to be clever and grabbed hold of her shirt pulling it up from her waist as he got the shirt to her chest he grabbed hold of her bra as well, pulling it up without unfastening it first.  He pulled her shirt and bra over and behind her head then used them to hold her arms over her head.   He then moved his legs on top of her shirt and arms trapping them where they were all but immobile.

Her breasts were now fully exposed to both of them.  Dale couldn't resist feeling the soft flesh of the young woman on the sofa rubbing his hands on her tummy and then getting more bold and rubbed her bare tits.  Her nipples responded to the attention getting hard.

His next question surprised her and even caught Roger a bit off guard, "She's got a lot of bruises on her, what did she do, have a bad fall?"  Roger took a moment to think about an answer but what he said scared her even more, "She likes to self injure herself.  He mother says she's been doing it for years and she likes the endorphin rush from the pain. 

Roger then said to Holly, "Don't ya baby?"  But before he even finished his question to her he slapped her cheek pretty hard and gave her a stern look.  That look communicated enough to her even intoxicated and she simply nodded her head in agreement.

Dale for a few more minutes took his time feeling and rubbing her exposed flesh and even bent down over her and first kissed then sucked on each of her nipples.  Even as he did that his left hand was between her legs his thumb rubbing mostly on her clit.  Her nipples and areolas responded to the warm wet attention puffing and hardening fully. 

Holly felt terror and shame.  Here she was on the sofa, not only with her mother's boyfriend Roger who had already raped her three times but also now he had invited a friend over, had gotten them all intoxicated with margaritas and was now on the sofa with her shirt pulled over her head with her arms trapped under her head by her shirt and his legs.  Her upper body, namely her breasts were exposed for both men to see and do with what they wanted.

Having just sucked her nipples Dale wasn't sure where the line was for Roger so when he sat up he hooked his fingers into the hem of her spandex leggings and while keeping eye contact with Roger tugged the leggings down her hips an inch and then smiled at him.

When Roger didn't object he pulled a little farther.  Again with no objection he tugged again this time going three inches lower.  He then took that opportunity to rub the freshly exposed bare flesh lower on her tummy.  He was delighted and excited by the softness of the flesh and dying to know if eventually he would find hair. 

Holly was in full panic mode now.  Even in her intoxicated state she knew this grown man, the friend of her mother's boyfriend who she had just met today, should not be seeing or touching her bare skin, anywhere, not rubbing her shoulders, not touching, rubbing, kissing or sucking her bare breasts nor should he be tugging her pants down exposing more and more of her lower tummy all the way down to her pubic bone.

But what could she do?  The man who had already raped her three times had her arms wrapped in the shirt he pulled up and behind her head and had his legs on her arms and the fabric of her shirt.  All while his friend was pulling down her pants and panties.  He was sitting between her legs with one of her legs on his right the other on his left.  Should she try to lift her legs and try to kick him away.  She thought about the physical and violent way and Roger had raped her. 

So far she had only had her hair pulled and her face slapped.  But if she started to resist might Roger escalate the violence.  But the alternative meant she did nothing but lie there and let the two grown men do whatever they wanted to her body.  If she did nothing, didn't resist, didn't say stop or no, didn't that mean she consented to what they were doing.  For now she chose to do nothing to resist.

Once again Dale looked into Rogers eyes, when again there was no objection from Roger he hooked his fingers again in the waistband of the leggings and this time pulled the most he had pulled up till that moment.  The front of the leggings pulled down enough to even expose the top of her sex.  Dale rubbed his fingers over the pubic bone in search to feel for stubble since his eyes saw no hair.  He was pretty sure he could feel the shortest bit of stubble but he didn't stop there.

With the top of her sex exposed he rubbed his thumb there on the clithood and it took only the slightest bit of movement of the flesh to get the little pink nub to show.  "You like this very much baby don't your?  You've been waiting for me to rub here haven't you? He asked looking in her eyes while she couldn't help but move her hips and her breathing grew heavy.

Unlike Roger who had been cruel and brutal with her Dale seemed to know how and where to touch her in a way that all but drove her crazy.  He made her feel sensations she never felt before.

But this wasn't with a boy she met at school, in her grade and liked.  This wasn't two teens experimenting together.  This was a man who knew where and how to touch a woman all while her mother's boyfriend used his body and her shirt to trap her arms over her head.  She had never met this man before, she had not agreed to him touching her body.  His was sitting between her legs at mid thigh blocking her from closing her legs. 

Ever so slowly he used his fingers to inch the hemline of her leggings and panties lower.  Then for the first time he gently added a bit of pressure on his finger forcing it to push between the lips he spoke in just above a whisper, "So nice and wet."

Roger was having an internal debate trying to decide if he wanted to offer Holly to his friend.  He watched as his friend again and again inched the leggings and panties down exposing more of her pussy.  The more he exposed the more he rubbed.

Suddenly in a soft tone Roger suggested, "Why don't you pull then down to her ankles?"

It took Dale a moment to realize what Roger meant but when he did he smiled and then said to Holly, "Sweetheart lets get these things out of our way. 

Dale with confidence put his hands under her knees, pulling her legs out from each side of his body.  He pushed her knees up in front of him, once there he quickly grabbed hold of the hemline of her leggings and tugged them down her thighs to her knees.  But Roger quickly took advantage and grabbed the leggings at her knees and pulled her legs towards her upper body.

Quickly Holly cried out, "No, no no!"  But Dale was quick to react to her protest and his fingers went again to her sex and he tried to calm her saying, "It's okay honey just relax, let me make it feel nice again.

Roger was surprised how much this was exciting him.  He was careful how he pulled on the spandex not wanting to pull it off but he did work it closer to her ankles to allow knees to open some and more important to allow him to pull her ankles higher towards her face.  "Be a good girl" he said slapping his open hand on one of her thighs more to sting then anything but as a reminder that he'd hurt her.

As Roger continued to pull her ankles higher towards her face Dale kept rubbing her clit and vaginal lips and spreading the wetness her body was making.

Holly was in a horror of panic, things had gone from bad to worse now she only had her shirt and bra on her arms behind her head and her leggings and panties around her lower calves and ankles, most of her body exposed to her mother's boyfriend's friend a man she had just met that day, making her feel sensations she hardly understood.

While it felt very strangely good, it also felt dirty and filthy and she felt overwhelming shame. 

She felt such shame even with the intoxication because what his fingers did between her legs felt so powerfully good. 

Her mind was so caught up in her emotions, shame and humiliation and with her legs pulled up towards her face she didn't see or anticipate what was happening but suddenly she felt an intense pain between her legs as a Dale pushed his cock inside her.

Her crying intensified as the realization she didn't give him permission to pull her onto his lap, feel her boobs, rub between her sex, touch her bare tits or vagina and she definitely didn't want him inside her.  But none of that mattered because at that moment in time his cock was working deeper and deeper inside her body on every stroke as her mother's most recent live in boyfriend  sat on her arms trapped under her bra and shirt and held her legs up by the spandex leggings and panties she had been wearing that were now bunched around her ankles. 

Regardless of the fact she didn't want this, there was nothing she could do.  She was helpless to do anything to stop them.  She felt his cock move in and out of her over and over.  She mistakenly looked at Roger's face and saw an evil sadistic smile on his face. 

Holly couldn't help sobbing and tears poured from her eyes but she struggled most to push thoughts out of her mind because unlike with Roger every time he raped her and caused her intense pain all the stimulation Dale had given her body, her breasts, nipples, pussy lips and clitoris had done something odd inside her body and his quick deep strokes inside her felt more intense yet different then anything she had ever felt.

She desperately willed for it to stop and to be over because with every second it continued on every out stroke her body fiercely craved for him to push back inside her. 

While Roger's passion was inflicting control and pain on his partner, Dale's passion was on foreplay and giving pleasure to woman.  But Dale was not a handsome man so he didn't have the opportunity too often especially since his divorce to have sex.  While he normally wouldn't have considered hooking up with a woman he had just met, he couldn't remember ever being with a woman as young or attractive as he was fucking now.

He allowed himself to not question the odd control his friend had on this much younger woman and chose to ignore the multiple bruises on her body because she was the hottest female he had ever fucked.

Holly for a moment felt anger at Dale when she felt his hands grip hard on her hips and lift her butt and lower back off the sofa and even more anger when she felt Roger pull her ankles closer to her shoulders, but when the next few strokes managed to allow Dale's cock to push even deeper inside her she felt a strange need to clench deep inside her sex and a strange powerful release came with each stroke.

Dale had only managed to ever get one girlfriend prior to his wife to achieve orgasm during intercourse and his wife never did but he was 90% sure that he felt a familiar spasm and much more wetness inside of the cunt his cock was now inside.  He only lasted two more strokes before he had his own orgasm and exploded inside the young woman he had just met that day.  He managed four additional strokes before his cock softened and he then collapsed onto the tiny girl in front of him. 

Roger let go of her ankles and strangely stroked her hair and whispered, "Such a dirty filthy slut you are who can't get enough sex.  You loved this."

Dale was drained and didn't want to move for a couple minutes but his natural instinct was to be kind to his sex partner so he stroked her shoulder and arm and the side of his face.  He wasn't the type of man, nor handsome enough to find women to have a one night stand.

When Dale finally got up off Holly and pulled his pants back up, he stepped away to the bathroom.

The moment Roger heard the door close he slapped her ass hard three times saying softly, "Dirty, filthy slut.  I know you wish he fucked you harder, I know how turned on you get when it hurts.  But don't worry, we'll do it again soon.


Sammi's mind was startled back to the present by Ol'Jack pushing his head into her lap.  She hadn't pet him in a while.  She gave him the attention he wanted scratching him behind his ears and looked up out the windshield her mind thinking about the event earlier that day that reminded her of Dale, Ben putting his hand between her legs in the cafe. 

She couldn't help think how much shame she felt because what Ben did in a way felt good and reminded her of the sex with her mother's boyfriend's, friend Dale who she just met that day.

April 05, 2018, 05:15:53 PM
Reply #19

Offline gscmar64

Love how you weave new moments to past memories as if they define her current personality!