He was half in, half out of the car. He leaned down, nuzzling and kissing her breasts through her bra. Her arms were crushed behind her back. He pressed his lips on hers, their breaths mingled, their tongues touched, and his hand found her crotch, rubbing up and down. Sliding his hand through the leg opening of her panties, he slipped his middle finger in, toying with her slit but not penetrating it. She shuddered with the shock of a new sensation. His breath was hot and shivery against her ear.
“Say I promise,” he said. “Promise me you’ll do everything I tell you to—and I mean everything.”
“I promise,” she murmured from a fear-constricted throat. He kissed her some more, hot and wet, his tongue delving in. He slid his middled finger up and down all the warm delicate flesh, then he pushed in to the first knuckle. He wriggled it, and then moved it up and down, and a little deeper in. He worked it all the way in.
“Shit,” he said, breathlessly. “I was hoping this little thing was intact.” He kept his finger planted deeply inside her. “Are you still a virgin? Have you just been fingering yourself?”
He moved his hand around more aggressively. He was looking down at her heavily, his mouth open. “Mine’s not your first cock is it, girl?”
She strained and groaned. He was starting to hurt. She felt a pinching pain inside her.
“Are you a virgin?” he asked again.
She shook her head.
“You slut,” he said. “It’s a shame, but I guess you’ll stand more fucking than if you had been a virgin. Did you lose your virginity to your boyfriend?”
She nodded, holding her breath from the intense discomfort.
“Have you been with anyone else? Don’t just nod and shake your head, fucking answer me.”
“No,” she said.
“Does your boyfriend make you come?”
She hated that he was asking her all these questions. “Yes,” she said.
“I bet only half through, right? I bet nothing releases inside, and you stay all tense and unsatisfied.”
She squirmed and complained and he eased up a bit, just a bit.
“I’m going to be shoving something else in there,” he said as he pushed a second finger into her, “and I’ll bet you’re going to love it. We’ll get rid of these clothes first, eh? It’ll be better that way.”
He dragged her out of the car, and she suddenly panicked. She knew if he got her into that house she was dead. She started struggling, screaming no no! He threw her against the bonnet of the car, and pinned her facedown. He grabbed her bound wrists, pushing them up towards her shoulder blades. She screamed, then dropped her head to the bonnet, sobbing, and choking on her own breath.
“Do you want to fight me?” he said. He bumped his knee into her backside, then did it again, and again, making her cry out with each one. “You going to fight me? You going to fight me? Huh? You going to fucking fight me?”
“No!” she cried. “No!”
He kept kneeing her backside, till it was bruised.
“You want to fight, bitch? Huh?” He slapped the back of her head.
Tears streaked her cheeks, and she begged and pleaded for him to stop. He let her lay against the car, catching her breath. Then he grabbed her hair and tilted her head backwards, grinding his crotch against her backside, insinuating what he was going to do to her.
“You’re all alone out here, girl. Nobody can hear you. It’s just you and me. Break your promise—fight me—try to run—try anything—and I’ll beat this hot ass of yours till you’re bleeding all over.”
He pulled her upright, and turned her so she faced him. He pushed her against the car. He kissed her some more, hot and wet, and his tongue plunged into her mouth. He leaned in on her, stooping a bit so his hard prick pushed against her crotch, all the while mashing his mouth hard onto hers. His hands went over her breasts, grabbing them, squeezing them.
“Look what you’ve done to me,” he said. He took her hand, and made her feel him through his jeans. “You made it this way, you’re the one who’s going to fix it.”
He put his arm around her slender waist, and drew her against him. She was tense and squirmed, but she didn’t fight him. His mouth had found a very sensitive spot under her left ear, which he nibbled and sucked. His other hand went wild over her ass, grabbing and squeezing. He felt her up with complete abandon, as if only now feeling the freedom of knowing he could do anything he wanted with her. He was sighing and making appreciative "mmm" sounds. He pushed her blouse open and put his hand all around her breasts.
“Come here, come here,” he whispered, urging her closer. His hands were cupping and feeling her breasts. Then he bent down to bite and kiss them through her bra. She stood motionless, wanting to push his head away, but her hands were fastened.
He dropped to his knees, hugging her waist, moving his face over her warm, flat tummy. He untucked her blouse from her waistband and kissed around her navel. She sucked in her stomach involuntarily, and went a bit off balance. Holding her steady with one of his arms, he stuck his tongue into her navel. The sensation was intensely irritating and she bit her lip.
She was completely helpless. She couldn’t believe how she could just let it happen. She just stood there as if she were a child being molested.
His hands passed up and down her body, feeling the curves of her hips and thighs, and all the way around to her backside. It excited him to feel her panty lines through her skirt. He kept passing over them, and trying to pluck the elastic bands.
He glanced up at her with drugged eyes. They seemed to be asking her if she was enjoying it. He pushed her skirt all the way up, until it was bunched at her waist. She had very nice legs, smooth, slender, cleanly shaved. He spent a few moments running his hands up and down them, enjoying them.
“Your panties match your bra,” he said, touching the blue strips that ran through the black fabric. He ran his hands up the back of her legs, and pinched the soft fleshy bits of her bottom. He kissed the inside of her thigh, and nuzzled his face into her crotch. He inhaled deeply, rubbing his mouth and chin against her intimate regions. He was groping her ass fiercely, first through the fabric, then sliding his hands under the elastic, squeezing the firm flesh of her buttocks. She waited obediently while he took off his shirt.
He pulled her panties aside at the crotch, then slipped his tongue in a bit and wiggled it a little, just because he could. She tensed up and gave a small whine. His hands slid up the sides of her hips, under her bunched skirt, and found the waistband of her panties. He hooked his fingers into them, and pulled them down her legs to her ankles. He pushed his face right back into her crotch, sticking his tongue out and licking her pussy lips. He cupped her ass cheeks, pulling her against him, as he licked his way to her clitoris and lovingly titillated it. She held her breath, moving uneasily. He took a hand off her ass, and gently passed his finger along her slit and between its half-opened lips; then he pushed it in, until it could penetrate no further into her. He continued to lick and suck, as if he was trying to make her come.
The irksome sensations became unbearable. She began to tremble slightly, and spasmodically squeezed her thighs together to shut him off. He wiped his mouth with the back of his hand, looking up at her. He reached up and gave her face a short slap. It made her lip sting. He tugged at her panties around her ankle, and when he tapped her leg, she alertly lifted her foot. He slipped her panties off one ankle, then the other. She was still wearing her heels, and her skirt was bunched up around her waist, displaying her lovely legs.