Chapter 4
"Where the hell have you been?"
Carol had pounced on her sister as soon as Cindy had walked through the door. Cindy was hanging onto Brad's arm and Brad looked nervous. Carol knew she was making a fool of herself. She knew that everyone in the place was watching her but concern about her sister had made Carol anxious.
"Out," Cindy said.
"Out where?" Carol asked. "I want to know where you've been."
"I don't think you have to know," Cindy said.
Cindy didn't want to make her sister angry at her but Cindy had had just about enough of Carol's motherly attitude. Cindy felt that she had grown up a lot in the past hour. She had learned that Carol's views about sex were definitely not her own. Cindy was through being one of the teasing twins.
Carol slapped her sister.
It surprised everyone in the place. It even surprised Carol. She had never lost her cool before. She had always been in complete control of every situation. She was confused by Cindy's attitude and she had lost control for just a moment.
"Don't do that again," Cindy said, "or I'll scratch your eyes out even if you are my sister."
Cindy and Brad pushed by Carol leaving her trembling in fury. She knew that a lot of the kids were laughing at her. Of course they wouldn't do it out loud, but they were laughing. They were glad to see Carol knocked down off her high horse for a change. Carol knew she had always been snobbish toward everyone and she had no friends that would be sorry for her.
Carol had needed no friends as long as she had Cindy. Carol stalked angrily to her sister's table. She was going to make another attempt to save face.
"I asked you a question," Carol said.
Cindy looked at her sympathetically.
"I know how you feel, Carol," Cindy said softly. "But it's really none of your business. Why don't you sit down and let Brad bring you a beer?"
Carol was facing a new strength in her sister that she didn't understand. She turned her anger on Brad. He had been listening to the conversation and now he made a movement to get out of his chair.
"You just sit still," Carol said. "I want to know where you took my sister."
Brad looked nervous. He still wasn't used to confronting Carol. Carol had ordered him around for too long. He and Cindy had already talked about what they would say but he found himself ready to apologize.
He almost did but Cindy gently elbowed him in the side. He turned his head and she gave him a look of sympathy and warning. He understood. Cindy wanted him to stand up to her sister. He felt warm toward Cindy in a way that he had never felt toward Carol. He realized that Cindy was his new girl.
"like Cindy said," Brad said loudly. "It's none of your business."
His voice was harder then he had intended and a hurt look came into Carol's eyes. He almost softened but he remembered that he had often seen the look in her eyes when she wanted something.
"Do you want a beer, Cindy?" Brad asked.
"Sure," Cindy said. "Get me another."
Brad left the table and Carol finally understood. She had lost her sister and she had lost her boy friend in one night. Cindy was giving Brad something that Carol couldn't give. Carol wondered what and then her eyebrows raised as she noticed how rumpled Cindy's cheerleading outfit looked.
"Oh God!" Carol gasped.
Cindy patted her sister's hand.
"It's all right, sis," Cindy said softly. "We all have to grow up sometime."
"Oh no," Carol groaned. "Oh no."
Cindy reached for her arm but Carol tore out of her grasp. Tears were stinging in her eyes as she headed for the door. All she could think of was that she wanted to get away from there. She wanted to get home, to cry her eyes put in the privacy of her own bedroom.
She didn't notice Nick watching her with his dark, angry eyes. Nobody noticed him getting up to follow Carol out of the door.
Carol wasn't thinking about how far home was. She wasn't thinking clearly at all. She was only wondering how her sister could do such a thing? Her own sister. How could Cindy steal her boy friend and then humiliate her in front of all their friends? How?
All of a sudden she realized she had gone too far. She was standing in the dark and there was a little spray of light rain touching her face. She knew Cindy wouldn't allow her to stay out in the rain very long. Cindy would send Brad after her and then Carol would start working to get her status back. She knew she could still twist Brad around her little finger. He was still her boy friend. She reasoned that Brad would come to his senses quickly, but she could help him if she could just get him alone.
"That's it," Carol said. "I'll get him alone. I can get him to promise anything if I can get him alone."
She saw a car coming and she started walking again. She was going to act mad, like she hadn't cooled off yet. That would teach Brad a lesson. She would make him beg to take her home. She would make him and her sister pay for the humiliation she'd just gone through.
The car pulled up beside her and she risked a glance to see if Cindy was with Brad.
Her heart almost stopped. It wasn't Brad. It was Nick. He was grinning at her.
"Need a ride?" he asked.
"Get away from me," she said. "I don't want anything from you."
"You're going to get wet," he said. "I can manage," she said.
He drove past her and she breathed a sigh of relief. There was something about Nick that greatly disturbed her. It was almost as if she didn't trust herself to be alone with him. Probably it was because she knew she couldn't handle him as she handled other boys. She wouldn't be able to tease Nick. He was the type who took what he wanted.
She saw his car turn around and come back toward her. She stopped. She had a sudden impulse to run but she controlled it. After all, there was nothing to be afraid of. He wasn't going to drag her off a street. But she did wish that Brad and Cindy would hurry.
His car stopped a little in front of her and he got out. He walked around his car and sat down on the fender. He had taken off his shirt and he wore tight jeans and his T-shirt. She felt a nervous shiver go up her back.
Somehow her feet didn't give way as she walked toward him. She tried not to look at him as she walked past.
"You should pull your nose down some,-" he said. "You're liable to drown."
"Why don't you jump in a hole somewhere," she said.
"You said that one time before and I told you that I intend to. In just a few minutes. Yours will do, I'm sure."
She felt disgust rise to her throat. She turned on him and her eyes blazed fury.
"You're a stinking animal," she said. "I wouldn't let you touch me if you were the last man on earth."
"I am the last man," he said. "Or haven't you noticed? There's nobody else out here."
Her stubborn pride forced her to keep walking even though she knew she shouldn't. She was in the dark. There were no streetlamps to guide her. She couldn't even see the lights from the hamburger place.
"Get in the car," he said.
"I'll never go anywhere with you," she said. "I told you that."
"But I'm not giving you a choice," he said.
She looked around in panic. If she screamed there would be no one to hear her. There were no cars on the road. She might be able to outrun him but she didn't think so.
"Make it easy on yourself," he said. "Get in the car."
"Forget it," Carol said.
"Then we're going to have to do it the hard way. It might be more fun that way."
He stood up. She looked at him closely for the first time and saw that he was as big as Brad and stronger-looking. He probably could force her to get into the car. Her knees felt weak. She reached into her purse and tried to find something that she might use to fight him. He noticed her movement.
"Won't do any good," he said. "I'm going to put you in the car."
She was backing up, searching frantically for something to use.
"Stay away from me," she said. "Stay away!"
Her fingers clutched her hairbrush. It was one of those hairbrushes with a steel handle and she knew it would hurt. She had struck Brad with it playfully and had drawn blood. The end was sharp and could do a lot of damage. She brought it out of her purse and pointed it at him.
"If you touch me," she said. "I'll cut you so bad that no girl will ever look at you again."
He smiled. He stepped toward her and she swung her hairbrush-knife at him. He stepped back and she missed by inches.
"You're a foolish kitten," he said. "Playing with knives could get your arm hurt."
He came toward her again and she swung again. She dropped her purse as she backed up. She felt a wall behind her and she risked a glance over her shoulder. There was an old stone wall there. She could go no farther as she backed against it.
"Now I could take that thing away from you the hard way," he said, "but that would involve a lot of pain and I don't want to damage the merchandise. I've got plans for you. Why don't you make it easy and hand that thing to me."
"I'll cut you first," she threatened.
He came in close and she jabbed at where she thought he was. She missed by inches. Somehow he had his hand on her wrist and a pain shot through her arm. She dropped her hairbrush. He picked it up and stepped back. She was rubbing her wrist where he'd hurt her.
"This is fun," he said. "Let's play again."
She couldn't believe it but he was handing the brush back to her again. She closed her fingers around it and jabbed at him again.
She was thinking, that he was a fool. He was crazy to give the hairbrush back to her. Now she really would cut him. He would not get her brush away again. She jabbed at him as he came close. This time she got the point into his T-shirt, ripping it, but then he wasn't there anymore.
His hand was on her wrist suddenly and this time he bent it back. More pain went through her shoulder. She dropped the brush to the pavement again. He stepped back again. He was still smiling.
"Pick it up," he said. "I'm having a good time. . You want to try it again?"
"No," she said.
"Then get in the car."
He had broken her will to resist. It was such a little thing just getting into his car. She would get in and he would take her home. She would tell Brad the next day and Brad would work him over.
She rubbed her wrist as she got into his car. His car reeked of beer and wine. The seats were uncomfortable. He got into the driver's seat.
"Sorry I had to hurt you," he said. "But maybe you'll know better next time. I could have torn your arm off if I'd wanted."
"Why didn't you?"
"I told you," he said. "I didn't want to damage the merchandise. I have other plans for you."
She let him gloat. He would know better the next day when Brad finished with him. Nick wouldn't be bothering any more girls on lonely streets. A smile of satisfaction came to her lips when she thought of what Brad would do to him. Perhaps she would be able to watch. She would like to see Nick so humiliated.
She didn't speak to him as he started the car. She only hoped nobody saw her in his car. That would really give the kids something to laugh about. She watched the passing buildings until it was time for him to turn the car into her street.
"Letting me out on the comer will be fine," Carol told him.
"Who said anything about letting you out? I told you that I have plans for you."
She felt fear clutch at her. She reasoned that he couldn't be really serious.
"Let me out," Carol said coldly.
"It's not going to work, kitten," Nick said. "I've seen how you order guys around. It won't work with me. With me, it's me who does the ordering."
"Where are you taking me?"
"Now you're getting the idea," he said. "I'm taking you to a place I know. A place where we can be alone."
Carol really was getting afraid now. She remembered how easily he had taken her hairbrush, his taunting smile as he'd handled her as a man handles a baby. He could do anything he wanted with her if he got her alone.
"Please let me out," she said.
It took a lot out of her to say please. It was always the boys who were saying please to her.
"That's it," he said. "I like to hear you beg. I like to hear you beg me."
"I'll beg you," she said. "When hell freezes over. Now let me out of this car."
He laughed loudly and his laughter chilled her. She couldn't think of anything else to say so she remained silent as he drove them past the city limits. She had no idea where they were going, but she didn't like the direction. Past town there was nothing but miles and miles of empty country.
"My family will be missing me," she finally said.
"It won't matter."
"You mean . . . You're going to kill me after you . . . "
He laughed again. "Kill you!" he said. "My God! Of course I'm not going to kill you. I meant that you'll be home in a couple of days and you'll think of something good to tell them."
"You're not afraid that I'll tell them you kidnapped me," Carol asked.
"No," he said. "You won't tell anybody that."
She knew he was right. She couldn't stand the shame of going through a court trail, of having to accuse Nick of doing things to her in front of a jury. She couldn't ever do that.
"Move over here beside me," Nick said.
"No," she said.
"Do it," he warned. "Or I'll stop the car and make you. It might hurt you a little bit."
Again she remembered how easily he had taken the hairbrush away from her. She rubbed her sore wrist. He had the strength to do anything he wanted. She slipped over closer to him in the seat. He put his hand on her knee.
"I've always liked those cheerleading costumes you wear," Nick said. "That's the only reason I come to the games. To see you flash your ass."
She shuddered at his rough language.
He ran his finger up farther on her thigh. She pushed his hand away.
"Don't do that," she said.
She was surprised when he made no more attempt to touch her. She was feeling a little satisfied as he turned the car off the road and onto a dirt road. She could handle him. He wasn't that much different from the boys she was used to. He was a little rough but that made no big difference. She could still handle him.
"What's up here?" she asked.
"My family's cabin," he said.
She asked no more questions as she saw the small cabin come into view. He parked the car out front. He even helped her out of the car.
"Come on," he said.
She resisted.
"This has gone far enough," she said. "Now I want you to take me home. Right now." He laughed at her again.
"You're a precious one, kitten," he said. "Always giving orders and expecting people to jump to the sound of your voice. I'm not taking you home."
"Then give me the keys," she said. "I'll drive myself."
He grabbed her arm and pulled her toward the house. She jerked her arm from the steely grasp of his fingers. She felt a little disgusted at his touch.
"Don't touch me," she said. "Your hand makes my skin crawl like it touched a bug or something."
This time he quit smiling. The eyes went ugly and she thought he was going to strike her.
"So I make your skin crawl?" he said. "You're a hard girl, Carol. You make a guy hot, but then you turn him off. You're hard, but I don't care. I want you anyway and I'm going to have you. Tonight."
"You'll never touch me," she said.
His arms were around her before she could stop him. She felt weak as he pulled her against his chest and his hard lips bruised down on hers. She beat at him weakly as his hands stroked her back. He released her.
"I'm going to fuck you," he said. "Tonight."
He took her arm again and pulled her once more toward the house. She didn't resist. He took a key from under the mat and opened the door. He pushed her into the kitchen.
"The bedroom's in back," he said.
"Please," she whimpered.
"The bedroom, goddamn it," he said.
He pushed her in the small of her back and she went forward. There was nothing else she could do. He pushed her again as she reluctantly entered a j small bedroom.
"This is my parents' bedroom," he said.
He left her and went into the bathroom. She thought about escaping, but somehow her legs wouldn't move. She was too afraid of him to move. He came back from the bathroom and handed her a flimsy black nightgown.
"I want this to be right," he said. "Put this on. After you wash some of the sweat off you. I don't want you smelling like a damn football player."
"Nick," she said.
"Get the fuck in there," he said savagely.
He pushed her into the bathroom and he shut the door behind her.
"Now get undressed and cleaned up," he said. "And put the nightgown on. And hurry up. My cock is hard and I may have to come in there and help you."
The thought of him helping her made her strip off her clothes very quickly. She got into the shower and ran the hot water over her. She hardly knew what she was doing except that she had to keep doing what he told her until she could think of a way out. Any way out.
She had been in the shower long enough for the water to get cold when he started banging on the door.
"Out here, goddamn it," he said. "Hurry or I'll come in and help you."
There was no putting it off any longer. She put the black nightgown on and studied herself in the mirror. Her long blonde hair was wet and stringy but the nightgown made the other parts of her body look luscious.
"Oh God," she moaned.
She knew what was going to happen when she walked out that door. She knew enough about sex to know that it was going to hurt. She had prepared herself for it someday, when she would give it to her husband. She had not prepared herself for anything like this. She felt tears sting her eyes.
"Get the hell out here," Nick roared. She swallowed nervously and opened the door. Nick was lying on the bed. Her eyes blinked open wide as she saw that he was completely naked. She tried to keep her eyes from dropping to his crotch but she couldn't help herself. His blood-filled cock rose up between his thighs. She shut her eyes but then she had to look again. This was what she had been afraid of. This was what she had teased boys into having and then wouldn't give them anything to help.
"Oh my God," she groaned.
"Isn't it beautiful? Most girls tell me it is."
"It's horrible," Carol said.
"You'll learn to like it before you leave here. Now come over here. I want to look at you in the light. I've waited a long time for this moment."
Carol walked slowly to the center of the room. Nick licked his lips as he explored her almost naked body. Damn, Nick thought, this was what he had been waiting on. All that luscious body and all his. So she didn't like cocks. Well she would learn to like them. He would teach her what a joystick was for.
"Come closer," he said. B
He was made even more excited by the look of pain on her face. She was his for the taking and he knew it. He knew that he could make her do anything he wanted. It gave him such a sense of power and lust that he couldn't control it.
"God," he said.
She came close enough for him to touch. He put his hand to her trembling thigh.
"You're a sweet piece, kitten," he said.
"Please let me go," she begged him.
"I will," he promised. "Right after I teach you some things. Some things you'll enjoy."
"Let me go," she said. "Please let me go."
"Sure, baby," he said.
But he wasn't letting her go. He was reaching for her and pulling her into the bed beside him. He was kissing her. His hard lips pressed down on hers and his tongue pushed at her mouth.
She tried to turn her head away. He slapped her and took hold of her hair. He pulled her face back against his and his hungry lips touched hers.
She wondered why he had made her wear the black nightgown for his hands were going under it too quickly. She felt his hands pushing apart her thighs.
"Oh God," she said, struggling against his strength. "Don't make me do it. Please don't make me do it."
He was beyond hearing her. He took her hand and pressed it against his spear of hot flesh. She jerked her hand away as if she had been bitten.
"No you don't," he said. He grabbed her hand again and twisted her wrist until she groaned in pain. "You're going to touch it. When I let go you're going to feel it. You're going to love feeling it. You're going to know what kind of prick will soon be in you."
"Please," she said.
"Touch me, goddamn it," he said.
He pressed her hand back to his prick and this time she left it there. She didn't know what he wanted her to do but she tried to move her hand the way he wanted. In a few minutes he had her stroking him with the rhythm he desired.
"That's it," he groaned. "Ahhhhh."
"You bastard," she said. "You filthy bastard."
"I wanted to wait," he said. "I wanted it to last for a while. But I can't wait."
"Stop," she pleaded. "Please don't do this to me. Please don't!"
She cursed him again as he pushed apart her thighs and lowered his weight on top of her. She bit his shoulder and he yelled but he didn't stop. She shuddered as she felt his hard pole probing at her thighs.
She tried to push him off but he was just too strong and too heavy.
"I'm going to fuck you," he said. "Just relax and enjoy it."
"I hate you, you bastard," she cried. "I hate you. Let me go!"
His prick head was pressed against her virgin cunt and he started to rotate his hips to get it past her virgin lips.
She screamed and bit him again. The pain was almost too much to bear. It hurt. God, how it hurt. He pushed again and his prick went partly into her. His prick stopped at the second obstruction of her hymen.
Tears were streaking her cheeks as she struggled against him. She knew in a moment she would no longer be a virgin. She knew there was nothing she could do but she continued to struggle.
"God," she cried. "Please stop. Please don't hurt me. Please don't."
"I ain't going to hurt you," he said. "I'm only going to make you feel good."
"You bastard," she moaned. "You dirty, filthy bastard! I'll kill you for this! I'll kill you, you bastard!"
He only laughed as he pressed his prick harder against her. She felt her hymen pop and she felt his big shaft tear into her virgin cunt all the way to his balls. It was over. She felt his heavy balls resting against her ass-cheeks.
"Shit," he said. "I knew you'd be nice. I knew you'd be tight! Shit!"
"You fucking bastard," she groaned.
She could sense how turned on he was. He started driving his cock in and out of her with a violence that she didn't know a man was capable of. His big prick bruised her. She wondered what all the fuss had been about. This was doing nothing for her except disgusting her. She wished he would get it over with.
"Jesus," he moaned. "Jesus, this is better than I ever expected!"
She wondered if it had been any different for Cindy that evening. Had Cindy enjoyed it any more than she was enjoying it? Surely not. It seemed a cold, disgusting way for two people to behave. Rutting like animals.
"Ahhhh God," he moaned. "Ahhhhhh God! Oh, it's killing me!"
She felt his prick release his hot load into her cunt. She remained as still as she could as spurt after spurt entered her cunt. She was really disgusted now.
"Are you finished?" she asked. "Will you get off me now?"
She thought he would be angry, but he wasn't. He didn't move from her.
"Not yet," he said. "I'm going to make you feel hot first."
"Just get off me," she said.
She expected his prick to shrivel. She knew very little about the actual act but she expected him to go soft after he had finished. He didn't.
"Get off me," she said again.
"No," he said. "I want you to feel it. I got carried away and it wasn't much fun for you. But it will be. Don't worry. It will be."
"You disgust me," she said. "You're an animal.
Why don't you get off? Haven't you had what you wanted?"
"Partly," he said. "But I also want to hear you beg for my cock."
"That'll never happen," she said.
"It might," he said. "Once I get you used to it. You'll be like a junkie then. You'll need a little cock to get through the day."
"You bastard," she said.
She tried to wiggle out from under him but she was still impaled on his thick rod. She wished he would get soft like he was supposed to. He started fucking her instead of getting out of her. This time he didn't fuck her as violently. It was a steady, deep stroke.
"Stop that," she said. "Stop that."
She didn't really expect him to stop and he didn't. He kept driving his cock into her with a steady rhythm. He cupped her titties with his hands and massaged her nipples until they grew hard.
And then something happened.
She couldn't understand it but a slow feeling of mounting pleasure started creeping through her body. He sensed that she was beginning to respond and he cupped her titties again. He squeezed them hard as his deep and powerful thrusts continued to violate her cunt.
She sensed that she was loosing the battle and she tried again to weakly push him away. He wouldn't move and she gave it up.
"Please stop," she cried, but she was responding to him with the same violence that he had shown earlier. She didn't understand it, but she was beginning to like the things he did to her. She arched her back and pulled him inside her even more. Little gasps of pleasure started escaping her lips.
She could feel his sweat and she knew he was abusing her in a way that she should hate but she could feel nothing but the hot fires of passion that kept growing in her. She arched her back again so that his prick was rubbing against her clit at each deep thrust.
"Ummmm," she moaned. "Ummmmm, God!"
He began fucking her faster and faster. She responded with an equal rapid violence of her own, almost thrusting her hips up to meet his every stroke. She tightened her arms around his back and kept pushing her hips up, wanting to draw every inch of that delicious prick into her.
She exploded in the fires of her first orgasm. It was more wonderful than she could have ever imagined anything could be. She realized what was so exciting about sex.
A moment later Nick exploded into her and load after load of hot cum entered her cunt.
"That's fine," he said. "I knew you'd come around. I knew you'd get hot for me."
She lay there as her orgasm passed and she realized what she'd done. Fury and shame rushed over her body. She turned her head away so that she wouldn't have to look at Nick.
"I hate you," she said. "You bastard, I hate you!"
"Well you'd better get used to me," he laughed. "We're going to be here for awhile."