I realized he wasn't kidding. At all.
I started to cry.
"Oh shit…" he said, annoyed. "You're going to stain my new seat covers. Damn! I just put the fuckers in… look, would you get the fuck out of my car? I'm getting tired of this."
He reached into the car and grabbed me by the wrist. "You're going to have to learn that when I say something, you stupid slimy cunt, you'd best do it, and the first time I say it, too!"
He pulled.
I started to pull back.
He pulled harder.
I pulled back harder.
"Oh, I see. You don't want to get out huh? That leaves you with one option."
And with that, he jumped in on top of me.
"Johnny," I screamed, but it was already too late.
His hand was starting to creep up my thighs, and I felt his fingers pressing against my panties.
"Lord, now don't that feel nice," he said, "all wet, and juicy… you must have known I was coming and got ready, huh?"
He stuck his fingers underneath my panties then, pulling the crotch piece off my cunt lips.
"Look at that, would you? I've never felt a pussy that was, hotter or wetter. Say, are you a virgin? Or what?"
I couldn't believe it was happening to me.
There was a sharp burst of fear plowing through my body, like the blade of a sword, and it felt like it was cutting my guts out.
I couldn't move.
I couldn't think… and I couldn't react.
All I could do was feel… feel his fingers scraping over my cunt… feel my clit throbbing and aching…
I felt a pressure inside my body, and although I wasn't thinking well, I was worried.
I paid it no attention though.
I figured that if it was in my cunt, and I was afraid, well, naturally I was afraid of rape.
Right?
Well, his fingers started to spread my pussy lips, and soon, they were snaking right up into my cunt hole.
I felt the muscle around the rim closing in real tight, but there wasn't anything I could do to keep his fingers from entering me… he was much much stronger than I was.
Back in the days before he started doing drugs, Johnny had played football for the team, and now, even though his coordination wasn't worth the effort for him to even go out for the team, his muscles were still well-developed… and like I said, he got in a lot of extra practice beating people into the dirt and all.
Well, he wasn't going to have to beat me into the dirt.
I felt that big meaty arm of his clamp around my neck and start to squeeze, and decided right then and there that the scars from rape would heal a lot faster than the scars from death, so I went all limp, letting my muscles sag and relax, and he just moved right in, piling his fingers up into my cunt.
I groaned from the pain, but I stopped fighting him.
I knew that I wanted to live, and at that moment, I didn't trust him to let me, if I fought him, that is.
He pulled my dress up, and then, gripping the waistband of my panties, he pulled real hard on it, just yanked as hard as he possibly could, and I felt the material tear.
I felt another burst of fear… at least I thought it was fear, but the truth is, I was too worked up and hyper-charged with adrenalin to know what I was feeling, to know what I was thinking, to know what was happening to me.
I just felt my nerves alt starting to explode, all through my body, and I felt my muscles starting to twitch, and to jerk, and I just knew that I was going to be in for one rough time.
I didn't know how rough… but I figured that he was going to beat me, and make me bleed, and I suddenly had weird thoughts about a trial, and I saw me staggering into a police station, and I saw the local cops sitting around, laughing at me, saying things like, "You're sure now, little lady, that you didn't give him the tiniest bit of encouragement…?"
And then, I felt Johnny's hands on my thighs, lifting them up off the car seat.
I was crying.
"Please… just be gentle… don't hurt me… please… don't hurt me."
He reached his hand down to my mouth, started to squeeze with his fingers, and he said, "You don't worry about a thing, Baby. I'll take care of you. Old Johnny and his cock'll take real good care of you."
He laughed then, a sharp, harsh, nasty laugh, and stuck his fingers into my cunt again.
"I think you done had your cherry popped, didn't you?"
I didn't say anything, but any fool could have figured that out.
"I guess old Clyde got a chance to dip his wick after all, didn't he?"
Johnny was talking about Clyde Potter, my very first boyfriend, and I thought for a while that he'd be the only man I'd ever love.
But then he went away to college, and so to getting even, I stopped loving him.
I guess I showed him.
But now, I was wishing that it could be Clyde's fingers up my cunt instead of Johnny's.
Clyde was gentle, and he really knew how to take care of me.
He could make me come almost every time, and he never hardly shot off too quick.
That's what I was thinking at the time, anyway.
But Johnny, he was being just as rough with me as he knew how.
Two fingers… three… stuffing them up into my hole and then spreading them apart as far as he could possibly stretch my hole.
I felt tissues that I'd never even known about sending out sharp signals of pain.
I started to cry.
Real hard.
"Damn," muttered Johnny, "all over the seat covers again."
"Well to hell with your fucking seat covers," I yelled at him.
That seemed to take him by surprise for just a second but then I heard him laugh in the darkness.
"Yeah… that's what I like. A woman with a little fight in her. Come on, Darling! Yell at me again."
I said nothing. In the pale glow of the moonlight, I could see him grinning like a cat… or a skull.
I didn't know which, but neither one was anything I wanted to be around.
He suddenly slapped me on the side of my thigh.
"Come on, Darling," he said again. "I want to hear you get pissed off. Yell at me a little. Let's see a little spunk!"
He slapped me again.
"You piece of shit," I said, but I said it softly, not yelling.
"There you go," Johnny cried, enthusiastically. He forced me over on my side and gave me a hard slap on my naked ass.
"You stupid asshole," I yelled.
"Hey hey!!! That's what I want to hear."
He slapped me again.
It was starting to hurt.
He stuck a couple of fingers back in my cunt again, and slapped me two or three more times on the ass, each time hitting me harder and harder.
"Stop it. stop it!!!" I yelled.
"No… you stupid cunt. I'm not going to stop it. Not until I'm good and ready."
There was something in his voice that I heard then, something that I hadn't heard before.
It turned my blood to ice and made all my muscles go rigid from fear.
He sounded like one of the most dangerous people I'd ever been in contact with.
I realized then that he was crazy, and that I was in danger.
I didn't want to die.
But I knew that I was hopelessly defenseless against him.
He slapped me four or five more times, each one solidly applied to my ass cheeks, each one stinging like flames, and each one hurting me bad, so bad the tears were spurting from my eyes.
"Stop, Johnny," I said again, and again… I don't know how many times I said it, begging him. He completely ignored me. He was a sadistic beast.
And then, I heard the final sound, the one that I'd been dreading the most.
I heard his zipper coming down.
He pulled his cock out.
Even in the dim light, I could see the shape of the thing. It was huge. It was a monster.
"Oh… my… God…" I said, astounded.
I realized that I had about thirty seconds of life left… and then my body would be split wide open, ripped from my cunt right up the middle… and I'd bleed slowly to death…