Drive-in Rape – Chapter 2
Introduction:
Fun after the drive-in movies.
As I pulled out to the highway in front of the drive-in, I had a decision to make. Although it was fun ravishing my young victim in the generous back seat of the Buick, I wanted somewhere we could have more freedom of movement and where I could enjoy her screams and cries without worrying about any interference. Immediately I though of an old gravel road I had scouted for just this very purpose. It was about an hour out of town and went for some distance back in to a logging area. It was late in the evening on the weekend, so there would be no loggers there and any other person would be miles away.
I took my time driving to the turn-off and took the darker back-roads to minimize the chance that someone would see my cargo if she started to stir. Just as I was pulling in, I started to hear her rustle under the tarp in the backseat floor. My final destination was still some distance away over the bumpy gravel road and I needed to better secure my charge in case she was coming around from her drug-induced stupor. Maybe even arrange for a bit of eye candy for the rest of the drive.
Once I was out of sight of the main road I pulled the over and headed to the back door. Sure enough the little bitch had started to thrash and turn around and had managed to get out from under the tarp. As the dome light came on and I popped open the switchblade to cut her bonds she stared up at me, her eyes wide with horror. Probably with the idea that I was going to murder her right then and there then dump her by the side of the road.
She was starting to look more alert and I reached down to cut the ropes attaching her ankles together. I pulled the naked little teen out of the car and found that she was capable of standing on her own, although the sharp fresh rocks of the gravel road were clearly causing her bare feet pain. As she stood, I could see a little smear of blood on the inside of her thigh. Her lips were swollen where I had hit her face before and dried blood crusted one dimple. A big bruise was starting to form on her check.
Grabbing her bound arms, I manhandled her over the sharp gravel around the front of the car to the passenger door and pushed her onto the seat inside. As she positioned herself on the seat, her firm 15-year-old tits jutted out deliciously, made even more prominent by the fact that her elbows were bound tightly together behind her back. It was unlikely she would be able to bolt too quickly, but I took more rope from my stash in the glove compartment and fastened it in a noose around her neck. I ran the free end over the back of the car seat and anchored it to the seatbelt stays behind, pulling it tight so she had to lean her shoulder back to stop from strangling, causing her tits to jut out even more. I circled back to the driver’s seat and finally removed the rag stuffing her mouth. She could scream and wail all she wanted now and no one would hear her.
“Please, please, let me go,” she started as soon as I pulled out the gag and started the engine. “I won’t tell anyone, I promise.” Her eye pleaded with me as she said this.
Well, I was going to to let her go eventually, but not after several more hours of fun on my part. Might as well start now and get a bit of entertained during the drive. “Maybe”, I said, “but I had quite the evening planned.” I paused for a moment, as though thinking, “I’ll tell you what. Suggest one thing really perverted you will let me do to you, and I will let you go unharmed. What do you think? Its got to be really perverted. Something you wouldn’t do for your boyfriend.”
She looked over at me dubiously, her swollen lips working as she thought. “I could give you a blow job,” she tentatively offered.
“Shit,” I said, “All my girlfriends give me blow jobs. Since you are my girlfriend for this evening you would be giving me one anyway. Really, cunt, you have got to try harder.”
“Ok, ok. Let me think,” she cried. She screwed her eyes shut as she said this, obviously trying to think of something to placate the pervert that had been abusing her, but that was not too horrendous. While she was deep in thought, I reached over and caressed her perfect tits with the back of my hand. She stiffened at my touch and made a little whine. The bite marks I had left there from the abuse at the drive-in were developing nicely, with a few bruises just starting to form around them. I lightly shook and pinched one of her nipples as we drove.
Finally, she blurted out, “You can pee on my face.” I was actually quite surprised she came up with such a worthy idea.
“Now we’re cooking,” I responded cheerily. “It would look really nice seeing my piss flowing down your cheeks.” I paused for a few seconds while she looked at me hopefully. “But I tell you, I had a lot of fun shit planned for you and me tonight. Maybe we can spice it up a bit. If you let me piss in your mouth and you you promise to swallow every drop, I’ll let you go unharmed. Deal?”
She made a face when I made the comment about pissing in her mouth, but after a short pause punctuated by a nipple squeeze on my part, “Ok, ok, but please let me go after that.”
“Well, deal then.” I said as I reached over to the glove box to get a joint I had rolled earlier that day, then pushed the cigarette lighter in. “Want a hit?”, I asked as I lit it up. She shook her head yes and I placed it between her lips. She sucked on it greedily and the ashes on the end fell off and rolled between her naked breasts. When she finally exhaled she started to look visibly relaxed, perhaps with the thought that the ordeal would soon be over.
I was certainly not going to let her get off that easy and pushed in the cigarette lighter once again. When it popped out, I pulled out the cherry red lighter and held it under her left tit. “Nooo,” she wailed, “you said you would let me go.”
“Well, sure,” I replied with an cheerful chuckle, “but I’m bored and we haven’t had our little piss session yet. And I like hurting pretty girls.” (I had heard the latter in a porn roughie and liked the sinister sound of it.) As I said this, I touched the lighter briefly on the underside of her left tit. She screamed loudly when I did this, and started to blubber. “No, please, no, please, please.” she begged as tears streamed down her face. The lighter had left a slight circular brand on the upward curve of her perky breast. I replaced the lighter in its socket and reheated it to working temperature. Again I threatened her naked body with the cherry red device, in turn brandishing it in her face and at her sparse teen pubic mound. The slight scent of burning hair filled the car as I held it mere millimeters from her trim bush. As I did so, she no longer tried to plead with me, but merely wailed and blubbered as she tried to futilely pull away from the tormenting device.
Each time, just as the cherry red was fading, I touched it lightly to her naked flesh and each time she let out a satisfying shriek and begged me to stop. After about 10-15 minutes of this torment her body was covered with almost a dozen O-shaped welts. Each tit had two or three and I had marked her abdomen and thighs with a half dozen more. Most were probably only 1st or 2nd degree burns and would probably not leave permanent marks, but it was clear from her reaction as I stroked and admired my abuse that they were painful.
After a bit, we arrived at our destination. It was an old borrow pit the Forest Service had used when building the local roads and I pulled the Buick up by a tree near a small tepid pond that was left when they scooped out the gravel.
“Ok, my little friend. Lets finish our deal,” I said with great enthusiasm. I actually did have to go pretty bad from the beers I had consumed. Tweaking her nipple one more time, I got out and opened the passenger door and untied the noose around her neck from its anchor, then eased her out of the car on to her feet. Using the noose like a leash, I lead her to trunk where I pulled out a battery powered lamp that plugged in the cigarette lighter. I rigged it up and lit us up a nice little area between the car and the pond. I wanted to be able to fully appreciate the events I had planned.
I helped her kneel down in the sharpest gravel I could find and unzipped my pants. My cock was sticky and maybe the slightest bit bloody from my previous assault on the little bitch, and it was starting to get hard in anticipation of the events to come. “Open wide, cunt.” She complied and I jerked her head back by her long hair, her mouth a wide “O” beneath the tip of my cock. “OK, ready to be my toilet whore? Every drop or the deals off.”
I released my flow briefly and tried to stop it right away. Even so, the pressure was so great that I had mostly filled her mouth with my fluid. Her face in a grimace of disgust, the young bitch closed her mouth and swallowed the whole load down. “Good girl. Now some more.” I pointed my cock toward the back of her throat and let go with more pressure, then stopped again. This time she started to gag and cough, but was able to swallow most of it. Again I released. “Chug it, bitch.” This time I filled her mouth to the brim and when she closed her lips to swallow, continued to play my stream on her face and hair before I cut it off.
“OK, last one. Lets not miss any this time.” I shoved my half-erect cock deeper in to her mouth and let go. This time she did manage to get a good chug going and was able to keep up as fast as I streamed it down her throat. Even half-erect, my cock filled her mouth all the way to the back. As I finished, I grabbed her long and now piss soaked hair, shoved my cock as far as it would go and held it as the last drops of my piss were forced down her throat.
As I forcibly pinioned her mouth against my rod, she started to gag. I continued to hold it there until her chest and stomach began to convulse. Knowing what was to happen, I jumped back just as he proceed to regurgitate the whole mess, the liquidy vomit flowing from her mouth to coat her tits and stomach as I held her head back at arm’s length. She coughed and retched harshly as her stomach emptied out.
“Damm it, bitch. You were supposed to swallow it, not puke it all out on my tenni’s,” I yelled with mock anger. “So unless you plan on licking that mess out of the dirt, the deal is off. I guess we will just have to finish off the evening the way I had planned it.”
“No, no, please, no, no,” she stuttered and started to sob and cry uncontrollably, stilling coughing bits of vomit from her lips. I continued to hold her head for some time enjoying the tableau.
Although the results of my piss session were a bit more than I expected, I had parked next to the pond with the expectation that she would need a little bit of cleanup and to enable one of the other tortures I had in mind. I shoved her down in to the puddle of vomit and walked over to the car to strip down. As I pulled my t-shirt over my head, I heard a scramble from Julie’s direction. As the shirt cleared my head, I was greeted with the sight of my naked captive trying to run toward the hills, her arms still bound behind her.
I took my time dropping my shorts as her naked body was quite visible in the moonlight and her progress impeded because of the sharp gravel and stubble from the surrounding clear-cut. Naked but for my tennis shoes and with my now fully erect cock leading the way, I loped off after her. As I caught up, I slowed to better enjoy the sight of her frantic attempt at escape.
“Fucking whore. I’m going to cut off your tits as soon as I catch you,” I yelled ahead to increase her panic. The moonlight reflected off the sweat on her perfect teen bubble ass as she ran. Her legs and torso were becoming covered in shallow scratches and scrapes as she stumbled and fell through the low and thorny brush. After a particularly nasty fall, she finally came to a stop. She lay before me, bleeding from the savaging some of the blackberry bushes had given here, and sobbing as she gasped for breath.
I reached down and grabbed her by one of her nipples, pulling it out hard and pantomimed checking my pockets. “Shit, left the knife at the car. Guess you will have to wait a bit for your breast reduction surgery. Oh well, I’ve got plenty else planned first.” I pulled her to her feet and slung the exhausted little bitch over my shoulder and walked back to the pond. I waded out until the water was to my waist, and tossed my slave-for-the-night in to the water. Her head went immediately under and her legs thrashed, trying to get sufficient purchase on the bottom to right herself. Going to her, I slipped my knee under her back, grabbed her by her hair and raised her head so she could breathe again. She sputtered and gasped as I secured my hold until I had complete control of her position, her face and tits just jutting out above the muddy water. I ran my hands over her wet teen body, washing off the puke and blood that had accumulated from her earlier abuse. Finally we were clean enough to continue
“Ok, my little bitch. Lets see how long you can hold your breath,” I said as I slowly pulled her head below the water by her hair. She started wiggling a bit as I pulled her under. As the seconds ticked by, she started to thrash. At about 40 seconds, the thrashing became quite frantic, the flailing of her legs beating the water to a froth and I could barely contain her movement. At this point, I let her head pop back up above the surface. The little teen coughed and sputtered, gasping for air.
“Ok, ready for another one?” I asked as I started to pull her hair down again. “No, no, please no,” she begged. “I’ll do anything you wa…”, the latter drowned out as I dunked her again. The thrashing started anew. This time I held a bit longer. The trashing became intense, and I almost lost my grip before I finally let her come to the surface again. She resumed her cries for mercy offering me anything if I would just stop the dunking.
“So, anything?” I asked. “Yes, yes. Anything,” she squealed back. “Will you let me rape you in the ass?” “Yes, yes. Anything,” she repeated. “OK, but you have to beg me to do it.” Some seconds went by in silence, and I started to pull her under again, she sputtered, “Please, please rape me in the ass, please, please.” “Well then, if you want it so much, I guess I have no choice,” I said with a chuckle.
I stood up and holding the young teen by her bound arms, drug her over to the mud at the bank of the pond and dropped her face-first to the muck. Forcing her legs apart I positioned myself behind her. The wet twin orbs of her 15-year-old ass gleamed up at me and I massaged, slapped and pinched them as I took in the sight. I grabbed her hips and pulled them up so her rear was on her knees, then pressed her face hard down back in to the mud. Spreading her ass cheeks, I exposed her pucker and roughly probed it with my thumbs. It was tight and dry on the inside and I had a hard time forcing even one finger past her sphincter. She sobbed and squealed each time I did so. My massively engorged cock was certainly going to cause some damage.
I slowly humped her in her ass crack as I reached down to shove her face further in to the muck. Soon I could stand no more. I put a bit of spit on the end of my cock, then pressed the glans slowly but hard against her opening. Her ass was puckered tight as she tried to resist my attack. As my cock finally popped through, she screamed. I did not plunge right away, as I savored the tight ring around he tip of my penis. My little captive quieted down, but continued to pant quickly. She struggled to avoid the rape she knew was coming.
Finally, I renewed my grasp on her hips and shoved as hard and as deeply as I could. The 15-year old girl screamed at the top of her lungs and tried to buck away from me as my 8 inches buried itself in her dry, virgin asshole. She continued her screaming as I pulled out for the next stroke. Her anus clung to my cock and it looked as though I were tearing her insides out as I withdrew. Again, I jammed as quickly and hard as I could, eliciting more hight-pitched screams from the girl. As I settled in to my pumping the going got easier and slipperier, and my cock was tinted red from her blood. As I rode her, I slapped her ass hard and reached down to abuse her firm young tits. Eventually my weight and the force of my frantic pumping forced her flat in the mud. Holding her now muddy hair as a handle I pushed her face in to the mud, muffling her screams.
After what probably felt like eternity to the young teen, I finally came, collapsing on top of her. Once again for the evening I lay spent and relaxed, the full weight of my muscular body anchoring her in to the muck. Both our bodies where totally coated with it. I savored the sounds of her sobbing while I thought of what to do next. A little more recreational abuse on the girl and I should be good for one more pop.
Pulling my cock out of her ass, I stood and pulled the little bitch back in to the water to rinse the worst of the mud off our naked bodies. I slung her exhausted body over my shoulder, stopped by the car to get more rope and my knife, then carried her over to a nearby tree branch. She seemed unaware of her surroundings and was barely able to stand. I had to hold her up as I unbound her arms from behind her and rebound her with her arms in front this time, tossing the free end over a tree branch overhead. Picking her up off her feet, I pulled the rope as taught as I could before I tied it off. The little cunt hung with her toes just off the ground, the rope cutting in to her wrists.
I spun her body around in the light of the battery-powered lamp, admiring her beautiful taught body and the burns, cuts, scrapes and bruises I had inflicted upon it. Starting with her tits, I caressed her curves with my lips and tongue. Every so often I would nip down hard, leaving bite marks and drawing a bit of blood. This seemed to bring her alive a bit, and she screamed and kicked from the sharp pain. I licked and sucked my way down her stomach and abdomen leaving nips marks as I went. Finally, I was squatting before her teen slit. I probed my tongue between her outer labia and worked her little clit roughly with my fingers. As I did this, it started to became engorged from the attention. I continued the stimulation with my tongue while I reached up and gently tweaked her nipples. To my surprise, she actually seemed to be getting aroused. I had heard that ‘ludes lowered sexual inhibition, and I guessed I was seeing some of that now, since she was still pretty doped up. As I tweaked, the nipples became increasingly erect and her cunt was now quite wet. Whether from my saliva, arousal, or the cum and blood from my previous rape was hard to tell. Going with this, I gently stroked her inner thighs as I ate her. After some time she started to tense and convulse slightly in a way that could almost be pleasure.
Somehow this strange reaction aroused me yet again and soon I was ready for one last rape for the evening. Untying her arms, I carried over to the car and tossed her face up on the hood. Lifting her legs to my shoulders, I jammed my cock hard into her now slippery cunt. After two strokes or so, I switched to her bleeding ass and as I continued to pump, alternated back and forth between her ass and pussy every few strokes. Although not worthy of her earlier howls she still had enough energy to blubber and bawl each time I plunged my rod in to her asshole. She was no longer as tight she was in my earlier rapes, but satisfying none the less. As I raped her, she tried to push me away. Grabbing each arm above her, I pinioned her against the hood and continued my thrusting.
As I ravaged her, I bit down hard on her legs straddling my shoulders, tasting the blood from the previous abuses, or drawing new blood as my teeth dug in to her skin. Just as I was ready to cum, I slid her off the hood and made her kneel before me. I jammed my fingers in to her cheeks to force her mouth open and I came, blowing my load into her mouth and on to her face, painting it across her face using my shit and blood covered cock as the brush. I slapped her twice hard across the face as I finished and she slumped to the ground panting and sobbing.
At this point, I was pretty much exhausted. Time to dump my little captive. The naked sobbing young teen put up only token resistance I as retied her arms and legs as I had done at the drive-in and shoved a few more ‘ludes down her throat. Although she was not going to escape from the Buick’s trunk, I did not want her thumping around too much. I first thought I might just dump her in some random rough part of town, tied up and totally naked to let others have their chance at her. This idea had merit, but too much chance of not coming out in my favor.
Another idea occurred me. My dealer got his stuff from the head of a biker gang who went by the name of Max. In addition to drugs, I had heard that Max also ran most of the street walking operations in all the nearby towns, either as pimp or pimp boss. I had also heard that some of the girls were not necessarily in the whoring business willingly. I decided to go track Max down and see if he wanted to add another girl to his stable. It was a long shot, but my chances of getting out of this without ending up jail were otherwise pretty slim.
I got dressed and headed on back to town. I knew that the gang hung out at at a roadhouse at the outskirts of town in an old run-down industrial area. I figured I could dump her there if I did not find them. As I pulled up, I knew I had the right place from the rough looking sorts hanging out with the gang’s insignia. Left the car parked at the far end of the parking lot and made my way toward the entrance. I was starting to get a feeling how my victim felt. Some of the guys were eyeing my 18 year old ass and one blew me a kiss. I imagined myself, not at all fondly, getting cozy with this sort in prison if this did not work out as planned.
Inside, it was pretty clear which one was Max. He was at a back table on either side of him were two bitches with short mini-skirts and tight skimpy tank-tops. Your basic hooker outfit. He had his hand down the top of one of them and was groping away at her tit mercilessly. She looked a bit unhappy. Mascara running down her face from tears, a bit of a bruise or two forming on her face and one eye almost swollen shut, probably indicated she was not here for her own good time. Gang members formed a defensive perimeter. I was not going to get through that gauntlet without something to pay the price of admission. The abused cunt next to him gave me an idea and I headed back to the car to get my “ticket.”
As I opened the trunk, I could see that the ‘ludes had done their job and my own little teen whore was petty much out of it. She could just barely stand as I pulled her to her feet. I cut off her ropes and pulled an old torn t-shirt I had been using to wash the car over her head. It was pretty big, and just covered her petite body past her ass cheeks. It had been washed hundred of times, and the thin fabric clung to the points of her pert nipples. I took my knife and cut a few more holes in strategic places so that one tit hung through showing the bite marks and burns from her previous abuse. This, combined with her bare feet and all the other burns, cuts and bruises I had inflicted on her was quit appealing to a sexual sadist such as myself and, I hope, Max.
As I headed back toward the door the bikers outside began to take quite the interest. They began to hungrily surround Julie and me. “Whoa, whoa, this is for Max. I don’t think he would take too kindly to anyone hijacking his delivery,” I quickly responded. That seemed to have the desired effect and I was able to make my way in to the roadhouse. A few of the guys did sneak a grope at Julie’s ass and tits as we ran the gauntlet. She was at least somewhat aware of her surroundings as she squealed and clumsily tried block their abuse. As we entered, one of the guys split from the pack outside and steered my little hottie and me to Max’s end of the room.
“Well, well, what the fuck is this,” Max mumbled drunkenly as we approached his party. “She’s for sale, want to buy?” I said with false bravado. Max seemed to suddenly sober up and get serious and start to look a bit mean. “Word has it that you might be in the market for some fresh, but slightly used meat,” I improvised, never having actually heard such “word.”
“Maybe. ” Max seemed to soften up a bit and asked, “What’s the story.” I made up some cock and bull story about her being my cousin who said she had run away from home to get away from a sexually abusive father and had moved in with us, but it turns out she was a bit of a slut and when I took her up on offer she threatened to blackmail me for rape just as she had done with her father. “I got kind of angry and worked her over a bit,” I concluded. “Anyway, there’s no way we want this bitch around. And I was thinking that it would be to both our benefits to have such a devious little slut in more ‘capable’ hands where she won’t cause any more trouble. Not yet 16 too so lots of miles on her still.”
“Hmm, whatever,” said Max as he hungrily eyed my young “cousin.” In an attempt to close the sale, I grabbed the old t-shirt at the neck and ripped it down her chest fully exposing her slim young naked body to Max and his entire entourage. The drugged teen tried to clumsily cover her breasts and pussy, but I pushed her arms down roughly and reached round her to squeeze and cup her tits. “See, banged up a bit, but still firm and tight underneath.”
This seemed to settle it for him, “Hmm, 15. That is worthing something, but obviously not a virgin any more, and it will be a few weeks before the bruises mostly go away and we can put her to work.” “I’ll give you five hundred bucks.”
I was a bit taken aback by what seemed to be a huge number for an 18-year-old in the ’70s, but continued to act as though I knew what I was doing. “No, man. Shit, you can get that back in one night with this sweet young slut,” I improvised. “$1000.”
Max laughed a bit then said, “Maybe, but she sounds like she could be a pain in the ass. $700.” I decided to not push my dumb luck any more and accepted his offer, leading the naked teen over to the leering Max. Hell, I would have given her to them for free if it got my ass out of trouble. One of his minions peeled off the corresponding number of bill off a big roll of hundreds and passed them to me and I turned toward the door to leave.
As I headed out the door he yelled after me, “Pleasure doing business with you. If you have any more stock to send my way, feel free to drop by.” In fact I did so a few more times before I headed off to school that fall. With this much fun and $700 dollars in my pocket, I was hooked. I laid low the next week or two, but no Law Enforcement came knocking on my door. I still have all her clothing from adventure and even today, I force some of my more petite victims to wear the now bloody and cum covered garments. The dirty rag I used to muffle their scream is also still part of my rape kit and I always look forward to stuffing the filthy cloth into the mouth of one more victim.
I thought I did see Julie at a street corner off in another town where I was stalking for victims a few months later. She was in full hooker regalia so I guess this deal was a profitable one for Max. And Max certainly welcomed me with open arms when I brought him another sweet young thing from that very trip. I look forward to telling you that story in a future installment of my life’s adventures.
