Green eyes flutter open, dazed, and focus upon the closest object they can see. A singular pebble lying on the cold concrete. The rest of the world stays fuzzy behind Lacy's gaze.
A man stands in the distance at the fire, a low red glow being poked at, the rod turning red at the end. A smile burned into his face, his amber eyes feasting on the heat.
Green eyes flutter open, dazed, and focus upon the closest object they can see. A singular pebble lying on the cold concrete. The rest of the world stays fuzzy behind Lacy's gaze.
A man stands in the distance at the fire, a low red glow being poked at, the rod turning red at the end. A smile burned into his face, his amber eyes feasting on the heat.
Trying to nurse the crimson gash in the back of her head, she sees the heavy ropes biting into her flesh. Looking down, the silhouette of her modesty makes her cry. The clean edges in the dry mud, and the memory of the strike, and the puddle, the taste of mud in her mouth. Scanning the room with wild eyes, she spots the door, left open and waiting.
"Hi Lacy." The voice made her shriek, craning her head back to see the muddy boots and the dirty jeans. Her clothes are in a pile beside him. Allowing her to exist and hope, he checks the color on the metal, then thrusts it deep into the glowing coals. Grabbing the scraps of the tiny cheerleading outfit, he throws them in the fire. The last thing to disappear is the college ID. Now black and shriveled. With a breath he turns his attention to his prize.
They lock eyes for a moment, his pupils now swallow the light. Quickly her emerald eyes look at the exit again. "It's open. Can you make it?" His fingers dance at his side, balling into fists over and over, as he hungrily scans her body.
Wetting his dry lips, he squats down and runs his finger up her arm. "Please let me go." Meeting her collarbone, he starts to trace a line in the hard mud down to her soft breasts. Her eyes shut tight, trying not to swat at him. Trying to play dead, until a shiver runs down her body. Goose pricks infest her skin as her hard pink nipple rests between his rough fingers, being twisted back and forth.
"I... I can... I can give you... what you want," she said between sobs, avoiding his eyes.
"Look at me." Turning her head back to him, she looked into those cold eyes again, seeing the face she mocked hours ago. His clean jawline only making those eyes more pronounced. He smiles hearing the words as she does, almost in unison.
“Get away you pervert.”
“Yeah creep.”
Then the act that sealed the deal. A glob of spit from the cheerleader. His finger goes to the spot where it landed, hours before.
"I'm sorry, you... you scared me. I cou–" He brings his finger to his lips silently, and goes back to tracing her body. Running down her tight stomach, mud flakes away. She quivers and twists her face as her body jerks from her sobs. His finger runs along each side of the blonde triangle shaved above her pussy, before he reaches the tip. Quickly her hands knock his finger away before he can touch it.
"What do I want, Lacy?" He stands and looks down on her. Sealing her eyes shut, hating every second of her decision, she brings her knees to her chest. Displaying her sensitive flesh. Vomit almost reaches her throat as her body protests the offer her brain decided.
He leers at her plump pussy sitting proud between her bound legs. His thumb beats against his leg. He thinks for a moment, smiling at her surrender. His thumb stops as he notices her clit poking out hard between the white lips.
"What's that?" He squats back down and presses on the nub lightly. Then running his finger down the center, collecting evidence of her arousal. She shivers, feeling his fingers invading her and mocking her body.
"I don't want this... I DON'T!" The sudden shout startled the man. Seizing the opportunity, she places a kick to his chest. He gasps for a moment, the air leaves his lungs, he falls back and steadys his breathing while she places her hands to the dirty floor, and she gets to her feet.
Bound, she starts to hop. Tears breaking free from her chin with every thud. Sitting with a smile on his face, his eyes watch her feet as her left twists under the right, and she crushes her big toe, collapsing.
"No! Please! I'm sorry!" Curling into the fetal position, her body racks with sobs. Her knees touch her shoulders and heels to her ass, trying to protect herself. Looking at her now with a smile that comes nowhere near his eyes, he takes off his boots and stands.
"Cute." Her cries turn into soft whines hearing his jeans swish with each step. His cock testing the threads of his old jeans. Reaching her he stares down for a moment. With a simple tug he grabs her ankles and stretches her body out. Now defenseless, she tries to thrash her body around. Throwing her arms above her head, her elbows dig into the concrete over and over trying to escape.
The sharp surface tears at her flesh, leaving red lines from her struggles, until her eyes turn glassy. Resigning herself, she lays her arms flat above her head, face against the floor, determined not to satisfy his hunger. She goes limp.
Her legs hit the concrete with a dead thud, toes bust into the stone, with a small wince. The sound of metal clanking fills the room as her resolve starts to falter. Then his hot skin presses against hers. His knees pin her thighs together.
A hard slap cracks against her ass. With a yelp, tears fall down her nose. Licking his fingers, he places them between her legs. Her body jerks when she's touched. "Just do it!" The only mercy she can think, quick and dirty. Pain she can hold onto.
The scream barely registers in his ears as he starts to part her wet lips, and with two fingers he makes her hole yield to his touch. "Stop it please, don't do that!" Placing his other hand under her stomach, he makes her lips pout outwards and delivers a punishing strike. A scream tears through her vocal cords before he rams his fingers back into her.
Moving in circles, he massages her insides, juices coating his fingers. Her smell fills the air, the musk and sweat collide against the smoky cider burning feet away.
Stroking the rough patch of skin inside her, tears pour from her face, while her body jerks against her will. Feeling her walls tighten, he removes his fingers. Sitting up, his hand goes to his shaft, the large head, hot against her wet hole. Slowly he guides it in. Her mouth opens as he sinks it in, making her feel every inch.
Both of his hands go to her belly, propping her up slightly as his rhythm steadies, into long patient downward thrusts. His eyes close tight, moans escape his lips as he feels her clench tight on him. "Fuck you!" With the rhythm accelerating, her hands start hammering on the floor. "No! Fuck, not this, fuck, NO!"
With a smile on his face, he delivers three more hard thrusts, brushing deliberately against that spot. Coaxing it, then her toes curl and her heels touch his ass. Nails dig into her palms and her face presses hard against the floor. "God! Fahhhh GAHHHH!" Liquids erupt from her pussy, collecting in a puddle between her thighs.
Sinking his cock to the hilt, she gasps as the thrusts coax every last drop of cum from her cunt. Grunting, he yanks his cock free from her strangling grip and leaves her laying there with a slight twitch. "I... hate... fucking... hate you." She whimpers out slowly between breaths.
He glances to the fire. "It's getting hot." He wipes sweat from his chest as she parts her thighs to let her cum fall and soak into the stone. "My turn." Her eyes widen, and her body comes alive, tired muscles protesting as she tries to crawl away. A hard foot stamps on her thigh. She screams out and goes flat again. Her body jerks with exaggerated motions as she sobs again.
"Please, just let me go! I won't tell." His hands land on her cheeks as he spreads them open. Her tiny hole winks at him as she thrashes. "No, fuck you! No! No! Please, God, NO!" With no gentleness he presses the head against the hole. The tip parting it slightly, as she squirms, throwing her tantrum.
"Relax." He starts to swirl his head around in circles on her clenching pucker, while she rocks her body back and forth, screaming.
"Okay." With his entire body weight he leans into the hole. Like the iron in the fire, her hole burns hot. The shaft sinks in halfway, the ring strangles his cock. He feels the muscle spasm against him.
He starts to thrust, pulling out to his head and falling into her. Uncontrolled thrusts toying with her pain. Breaking her will, she returns to the jerking state squeezing his cock with every breath. His thrusts start to find rhythm, his shaft collecting more slick red lubrication each time it pulls out.
Grabbing her hips and digging his thumbs into her lower back, he starts to grunt loudly. His balls slap against her wet lips as her body scrapes against the floor with each thrust. Glassy eyes return as her resistance fades. Pushing himself over the edge, he delivers three hard thrusts into her bowels before he buries himself all the way inside. His salty cum burning her torn tunnel.
His hand strokes her face while he rests inside her. Her face twists and her stomach retches. Feeling dirty and used. She brings her arms back under her chest and cries into her bound hands. Pulling out, he stands and witnesses the break, the soft sobbing. His cock leaking spent cum on her back, smiling.
Stepping back into his boots, his heavy steps move away from her and back to the fire. The handle of the rod, almost too hot to hold. Pulling it from the coals, he admires the heavy stamp, glowing red.
Walking back to her without ceremony, he places the back of his boot on her back, alerting her of the red-hot iron in his hand.
"NO! FUCK!!! NO!" Her body squirms and her legs kick, but his foot keeps her lower back still. With a solid press her skin sizzles, smoke rolls to his face, and the smell of burning flesh fills the air. Her vocal cords fray with a scream that only a wounded animal could make. When the iron is removed, her eyes close and her body goes still. Pink cum leaks from her hole, swollen and puffy, and a new puddle of piss spreads across the floor beneath her.
Squatting down, admiring the mess, he traces the stamp, "R-A-P-E-D" across her lower back. Dropping the hot iron to the floor, he cuts her ropes, puts his pants on, and walks into the world, driving her car away from the abandoned farmhouse.