6 comments/ 81872 views/ 9 favorites Walking into the Wrong Cabin Ch. 01 By: Obsessive_john Day 1 Driving down the dirt road Sara fumed, "Where the hell am I?" It's been 40 minutes since she had seen anyone, on foot or driving. Plains and forest-land as far as the eye could see, not even cows in the fields like she thought was the norm in a backwater area like this. Re-examining the directions she received from her friend, Sara concluded she had made a wrong turn. She had just turned eighteen today, and so far it was not much of a "happy" birthday for her. The rest of the cheerleading squad had rented this prime cabin, and were throwing the biggest party of the year for her birthday. Beer, boys the whole shebang! Their was even this one boy, Jeff. He was suppose to be there and she really wanted to fuck him. Later that night after she had a few drinks she could play easy without looking like a slut, and convince Jeff to help her inside to her bed. After she had him alone, she would have his cock deep insider her pussy within a matter of minutes. All this was still a dream, unfortunately for Sara as she seemed to make no progress driving down this deserted road. "Please god, just a gas station, or even some hillbilly's house that owns a phone" she prayed aloud. It was starting to get dark, and was very cloudy. The last thing she wanted was to be lost out here in no mans land, at night in a storm. No sooner than those thoughts processed in her mind, had a strange sound started to emit from the front of her car, probably the engine she thought with dread. Unexpectedly, the car began losing its momentum, the accelerator not propelling the car like it should have. "Please God, no, please don't break down!" Stomping on the gas peddle was fruitless. The car coming to a halt on the road side. "NOO, God DAMNIT! Great FUCKING birthday for me" she screamed at no one in particular! Grudgingly getting out of her car, she walked around to the front, managed to lift the hood and examined her findings. Not having one clue how to fix a car, much less what it was suppose to look like under the hood, Sara gave up rather fast. A mile down the road and still whining to herself, Sara continued her trek. "The worst day of my life, on my birthday!" Exited her mouth, while a tear ran down her face. It was starting to get cold, she had to wrap her arms around herself to help keep warm. It wasn't very helpful for her body temperature that she was wearing a short light pink dress that came down only to her mid thighs, while being supported by two thin spaghetti sized straps, bra-less to accentuate her large pert breasts that convinced everyone they somehow were able to defy gravity, topped with large nipples that appeared consistently firm, and only a pink thong that matched her dress to cover her teenage pussy. * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * BOOM, the sky rumbled. A thick rain began falling from the sky. Before Sara even understood what was going on, it hit her. Soaking through her dress and plastering her hip length brown her to her body. It seemed to take seconds before she was dripping wet as if she had falling in a lake. Her breasts easily seen through her soaking dress, her nipples as if demanding attention eagerly pushing through the fabric. Her pink dress became transparent in no time at all, clinging to her body. Continuing on, sobbing like a five year old grounded from watching TV for the first time, she walked still. In a little less than an hour, much crying and worn muscles Sara came to what appeared to be a drive way. Pausing at the edge of it, she peered down the suspected driveway looking for a house. With to many tree's to determine anything for sure she decided "Why not, its got to lead to something." After a quarter mile and two twists in the path she saw it. Her salvation, a cabin surrounded by tree's. Although she knew this was not the same one she was suppose to meet her friends at she was pleased, and she would be able to call for help. Knocking on the front door Sara waited impatiently. After a minute she persisted in her knocking. Still nothing. "Damnit, where the fuck are they?" Trying the door knob, she twisted. The latch releasing allowing the door to swing open, she stood there looking through the entrance curiously. "HELLO, IS ANYONE HOME?" she yelled with an obvious desperation in her voice. Silence was her only response. Maybe I can just go in and use their phone and leave quickly before they get back, she contemplated. Hesitantly stepping inside, soaking the carpet with her still dripping body, she scanned the room for a phone, nothing. Leaving a wet trail behind her she went from room to room in her search. With no phone to be found, Sara ended up on the couch in the living room. With no choice but to wait for the occupants of this cabin she laid down. No way in hell am I going back out there at night in the rain she decided. Using one of her small arms as a pillow the rest her head and did her best to get comfortable. Her body still wet, this was a huge feat indeed. Trying to fight off the sleep was a struggle that she quickly lost. Her sensuous body going limp in this strange cabin to dreams of her party, and Jeff between her legs. * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * Pulling up to the front of his Cabin, John sensed something was off. "Why is the fucking door open?" A look of concern appearing on his face. Getting out of his car, John approached the front door slowly. Drawing his 9 mm handgun from the waistband of his pants, he peered around the corner of the door, scanning the room. Instantly noticing the half naked girl asleep on his couch, he was very suspicious. What exactly is going on here he wondered. Very displeased with his sopping wet carpet, something this girl must be responsible for. How old was this girl exactly? He would have guessed about twelve had her breasts not been so large. She must be very small for her age. She couldn't have been more than 5'2'' and weighting no more than 110 lb's. Starting towards this girl, gun in hand, aimed straight at her face John was prepared. He needed to be ready in case this was some kind of trap. Should others jump out at him as he was taking the possible "bait", he would shoot this bitch in the head and dive for cover. Standing over her, gun ready to fire into her skull, he kicked the couch below where her head rest. Watching her open her eyes to his gun pointed at her pleased John as the look of fear spread across her face. He enjoyed making women feel this way, and it helped reassure him this was not some kind of trap. A panic previously unknown to young Sara, she became to stutter. "P p p p please, please don't kill me" Tears instantly appearing in her eyes and running down her checks. "Who are you and what the fuck are you doing in my house?" John trying to remain calm asked her, he needed answers. "I,I,I, I'm sorry, m, m, m, my car broke down. I was stranded. Th th this is the first house I found. I just needed a phone" a terrified Sara whimpered. "Bullshit, bitch. Who the fuck else is with you? Who else is IN MY HOUSE" An increasingly angry John could barely keep from screaming at this female. "No one, I swear mister. Please don't hurt me" begged Sara. "Get the fuck up." A raging John grabbing her by the throat, pulling her to her feet. His hand always felt good wrapped tightly around a pretty young girls throat denying her breath, but that would have to wait for later. "Lets go cunt, lead the way. Lets make sure we're alone." Jabbing his gun barrel roughly into her back, she started moving forward. Room by room they went. Most of the rooms bad minimal furnishings and no where to hide. The search went fairly smooth, Sara not struggling much followed John's orders. They ended up in John's bedroom. Realizing she was telling the truth John chuckled to himself. This bitch was dumb enough to come into his home, the biggest fucking mistake of her life, he thought to himself while displaying a sinister smile to his sweet victim. Still crying Sara was unsure what was going to happen now that they had search the entire place and this scary man knew she was telling the truth. "Can I use your phone to call my parents so they can come pick me up? I promise I wont tell anyone about the gun, I just want to go home. Please!" Realizing his situation, it was easy for John to decide what he wanted. "Turn around and face the bed" he stated plainly. "What? Why? No one is here, I'm all alone, I wasn't lying to you." Sara babbled, truly confused. Keeping his gun aimed at her, John brought up his free hand and savagely slapped her across the face. "FACE THE FUCKING BED BITCH!" he screamed with all the power in his lungs. If their were people living nearby the cops would have surely been called believing someone was being murdered. Watching her face swell up red, and tears again freely running down her face, she turned around, facing John's bed with her back to him. Examining her trembling body, the short pink dress, still wet and translucent Easily seeing her thong clad ass through the material. John knew what this bitch deserved. "So you think its ok to come into someone's house uninvited, and do what you want? Snoop around, sleep on their couch? You fucking bitch, I hate trespassers." "No sir, it's just that my car broke dow...." she was cut off abruptly as John punched her full force in the back, knocking her forward onto his bed. Gasping for air, she struggled against the disorientation the blow caused. "Shut the fuck up bitch." This is what happens to whores who trespass. Seeing her there on the bed face down, her ass up in the air John went to her. "Don't you fucking move or I will shoot you." With those words John again used his free hand to tear her pink birthday dress from her petite frame. He threw the shredded remains across the room on the floor. The matching pink thong followed, its thin straps snapping easily under his strength. She was completely exposed now, and still crying. That sweet little ass still upturned in the air. In John's mind this girl wanted to get fucked. How else could he explain her ass angled upward like that as if it were waiting for a cock to slide inside? He was going to give her ass what it was asking for whether the rest of her wanted it or not. Setting his gun down on his dresser John proceeded to get undressed. Letting his clothing drop on the floor he moved towards Sara. Climbing on her body, he aligned his cock with her ass. Understanding what was happening Sara was panicking like an animal faced with death. "Please, please don't do this. Please don't rape me. Please I won't tell anyone, please let me go." begged the pathetic girl. Desperate to escape anyway she could. " I'll give you money, anything you want" Her plea's did not help however. She was greeted with yet another brutal hit to her back. Cringing in pain she knew he had broken a rib. John's cock was hard from watching this tiny 100 lb teenager try to fight him her tiny ass swaying back and forth as if it were teasing him, taunting him to penetrate it . He wasn't a large guy himself, fairly average for a man of 32. This girl was tiny however, he looked like a giant compared to her. He had enough, of delaying, he thrust downwards into this girl, pushing his cock towards her backdoor. "Not in the ass, please mister. I've never let a boy in there before. If you're going to rape me, at least do it in my pussy!" she plead as she tried to swing her ass away out of his cocks line of fire. "Oh don't worry, my cock will see its share of your pussy, and your mouth before I'm done with you." John laughed out the words, not believing his luck in such a sexy little girl being in his house. God must like him a lot. Continuing to lower himself his firm dick had found her anal entrance. It was hard getting it in initially, but that's what he liked about it. No pussy lubrication, pure skin on skin. He was loving this, redoubling his efforts he kept pushing hard. Holding himself up on his arms watching his dick slide into her. She was struggling, her ass swaying back and forth trying to dislodge his cock from her ass-hole. Unfortunately for her, her struggles were increasing the rate of penetration. The more she struggled swaying her ass left to right helped his dick sink into her, sealing her fate of being anally fucked and raped simultaneously for the first time in her eighteen years of life. Here and there John would notice a line of blood. Her ass must be tearing a little here and there from the girth of his cock entering her with no lube. Thankfully for her the blood helped it slide in with slightly less pain. Sara was in eternal pain and fear. A searing feeling coming from her ass. She was concerned she would need stitches, and he would damage her intestines. However she could not deny the pleasurable feeling as well. This man's dick was so big, and hard. It seemed to hit all the right places in her tight minute sized ass. Rubbing along the inside, striking many nerves that sent good feelings to her brain. Her mind receiving so many signals didn't know what to think, was she being raped or did she want it now, real confusion set in. Her ass felt so full, his cock penetrating her depths while being held down by his weight. John having bottomed out in this sluts ass, began slowly pumping her. The juices from inside her and the small amount of blood proved enough lubrication to allow a steady thrusting motion. Her ass sucking firmly all around his cock. It was a constant tight but squishy feeling. In would slide his cock, as he withdrew her ass would act like a vacuum, suctioning at his cock making it somewhat hard to pull out. Watching his hard-on ram home inside her he watched the tight ring of flesh that was her ass. He withdrew his entire length and slammed it back in with all his might causing a slapping sound. With his full length inside her he lowered his upper body holding tightly onto her, preventing her from moving. His cock throbbing deep inside her anal canal, she involuntarily started to spasm around his cock causing cum to leave his balls, traveling its predetermined course and erupting inside her colon. Pump after pump his cock pulsated, squirting several times inside her, mixing it's cum with the waste gathered inside her. He shook on her, pushing even harder into her, driven by that instinct to deposit his semen as deeply as possible inside a females body. His efforts were not unappreciated. Unable to control it, driven by physical pleasure, Sara thrust her ass up at her assailant's cock, her body thoroughly loving the feeling of a dick depositing its seed inside her regardless of the body it was attached too. As John finished dropping his cum inside this bitch, he relaxed his grip. Standing he went to his clothes, picking them up and taking his gun from the dresser he exited the room closing the door behind him. It took Sara a few minutes to understand that she was alone, and she was able to compose herself. The crying stopped, she figured that he was letting her go. He left her alone in the room, that was her queue to leave. Standing up, she picked up her shredded dress and ran for the door. Throwing it open she started to run out. On his way back to the bedroom John noticed the door opening and knew exactly what was going on. This bitch thinks she gets to leave eh? Quickening his pace he gets to her as she emerges from the room into the hallway. "DID I SAY YOU COULD LEAVE BITCH!?!" the words erupting in absolute rage. Her words a jumble, struggling to speak. "I... thought you were done with me" she whispered looking at the floor, afraid to make eye contact. Storming to her position John makes a tight fist and rams it into her stomach, knocking her to the floor and the wind from her lungs. Watching her gasp for air, this again pleased John. He could not have such a disorderly bitch running around wild in his peaceful home. She needed discipline. Reaching down and grabbing a large handful of her beautiful long brown hair he drug her back to the room. Smiling as he listened to her screams of pain the entire way. Arriving in the bedroom once more, John stops near the bed. Pulling some handcuffs from his pocket, he latches one side around her wrist and the other to the thick steel bed frame. "Get some rest, you'll need it for tomorrow. Oh and keep quiet or I'll be using you as a punching bag, if you understand my meaning." Closing the door behind him John left the room. Finding his way to his couch he laid down and fell asleep. He needed his rest for what he was going to do to that girl tomorrow. Meanwhile Sara lay on the bed. Feelings of despair running rampant in her mind. "I'm never getting out of here alive.. Why the hell did my car have to break down?" She cried silently, terrified of what punishments awaited her should she make to much noise. Exhausted, sleep took her as well. Tomorrow brought greater suffering. To be continued... Walking into the Wrong Cabin Ch. 02 Day 2 Her eyes opening, the pain clouding her mind Sara lay restrained, one arm chained to the steel bed frame. Moving it around, she attempted to shake off the ache it had from being in the same position all night. Her arm causing her chain restraint to make unwanted noise. Jingling against the bed frame Sara, still terrified of John's earlier threat to hurt her should she make to much noise. Wrapping her hands around the metal bars she tried to halt the vibrations in the metal. The noise halting, the room is quiet again. No footsteps or other activity detected by Sara's keen senses. Feeling secure, Sara sat up in the bed, a sharp pain quickly reminding her of her broken rib. Gritting her teeth, Sara holding back the shouts she so desperately wants to release. Taking a moment, the pain dissolves. She starts looking around the desolate room, hoping to find something to release her from her bonds, a hairpin, possibly a forgotten key, anything. Not seeing anything in the bare room, Sara looks at the bed frame. Maybe I can pull the frame apart, she hoped. Examining the crude welding and the rust buildup at the ends of the bar that held her restraint, a glimmer of escape revealed. Sliding the other side of the handcuffs up the bar as far as they would go over the rust and poor craftsmanship, Sara pulled. She struggled more than she had ever in her life, both arms pulling on her handcuffs putting her entire petite frame into dislodging the bar and securing her freedom. With a snap and a ringing that echoed through the room, the bar popped free. Sara's handcuffs pulling out loudly, metal sounding on metal. Full of hope, and fear of discovery, Sara used the same technique to quiet the ringing metal. Satisfied with the silence she hopped down, landing on the floor with a small thud. Opening the bedroom door without any noise was a task unimaginably difficult for Sara. Every little squeak was like booming thunder to her. Her long brown hair dangling in her face, she concentrated on silence. Think quiet thoughts she told herself as she finished pulling the door wide enough for her body to slip through. Peering around the corner of the doorway as she moved, looking for any sign of her captor. Pausing in the hallway she froze, trying to sense where John might be. Was he asleep? Was he gone? Was he waiting to grab her right outside the front door? She analyzed both of these questions hundreds of times within just a few short seconds. Fear being her main motivation Sara decided her best course was to run for it. If she could get out the door, she could run into the woods and hide should John pursue her. Hopefully she could get enough of a lead before he realized what was going on. Imagining a gunshot that would normally signal the start of a race Sara ran. She ran faster than anyone on the planet had ever run. She was running for her life and gave it everything she had. The cabin's front door rapidly approaching her, she reached it within three seconds flat. A new record for trapped teenage girl attempting to escape her rapist and his cabin, should one have existed previously. The door helping her speeding legs stop her body with a thud, she gasped for air. Panicking she grabbed for the door handle. Wrapping her hand around it twisting, pulling, nothing worked. Using all her strength again she pulled. "Why isn't it opening!!!?" She started screaming to herself, while continuing to pull and hope the door would spring free, allowing her escape. Sara blacking out momentarily unsure what was happening felt a lot of pressure against her back, forcing her body tightly to the secured door. "Because it's locked bitch." John spat at her as he held her firmly in place. "Are you trying to escape? That's not very ladylike to fuck and run like that. What kind of a whore are you." John accentuated his point by rubbing his crotch against Sara's bare ass. "I know you like that bitch." "SOMEONE HELP ME PLEASE!!!" Sara screamed as loudly as possible. Her last resort as any small, weak woman like Sara might rely on. Their are no strong men to protect her today, she has only herself to rely on, and screaming won't do the job this time. "PLEASE SOMEONE, HEEELP!!!!!" Sara pleaded with the deserted forest outside. "Their's no one around for miles stupid. I would have though you knew that walking here. You are one dumb bitch. Here, I'll do you a favor and show you, so don't go around telling everyone I'm such a bad guy." John laughed as he flipped the switch on the doorknob unlocking it, and letting the door swing free. Grabbing a large fistful of Sara's hair in his right hand and twisting her left arm up behind her back in a chicken wing hold with his left John walked his prisoner outside. Coming through the door, John walked her out into the open away from the cabin. Sniveling Sara looked around desperately hopeful that someone, maybe even a cop would be outside looking for her. "THERE IS NO ONE HERE, YOU DUMB FUCKING BITCH!" Suddenly full of rage John screamed. Releasing Sara he threw her to the ground in his anger. "You believe me yet cunt!?" He questioned her. Kicking her in the stomach, the world turning upside down, while she gasped for air. "I asked you a fucking question!!" Taking a few seconds to gather her thoughts brought her another brutal kick to her stomach causing her to puke up all the acid she had in her stomach built up from the stress. "Ok bitch, have it your way. I think it's time for a little fun, now that you've got me turned on. A girl walking around naked like you are is just asking to get fucked huh?" John licked his lips with the words. Anxious to have his cock inside this girl again, he grabbed the handcuffs still attached to her arm and dragged her back in the cabin, leaving a small trail of blood from the gravel tearing small pieces of her flesh away. Closing the door and locking it once more John pulled Sara's defeated body back to the couch he first found her sleeping body on. Letting her fall face first on the cushions, her ass hanging off the edge, her knees scraping the floor, and bent. Standing up, John took a second to admire the girls body. His cock throbbing as he admired her firm ass, its ass-cheeks parted slightly as if it was begging to be penetrated. Removing his shirt he let it fall on the floor. John took a second and seemed unsure of what to do and impatient. After a few long seconds John's hand went to his waistband and pulled his handgun free. Walking to the kitchen counter John laid the gun there. He moved back in a hurry eager to have his prize, pulling at his pants and underwear on the way back, fully naked upon his return. "That ass looks awful good bitch. I think I'll play with that pussy of yours today however." John thought aloud. Getting on his knees behind Sara and her upturned ass he took hold of his rapidly hardening cock. Stroking it up and down its length while he rubbed his cock head along the length of her dry slit. "Don't worry bitch, I'll be gentle." With those words John roughly shoved his cock inside Sara's parched hole. Screaming in pain, Sara began to sob. "Please...please...it hurts." John unfortunately for her was not listening. He was struggling and enjoying shoving his cock deep inside her tight, dry pussy. Feeling him bottom out in her pussy brought Sara some unexpected pleasure when she felt his cock roughly strike her cervix as a battering ram might in the middle ages to a castles gate while supporting troops demanding entry. Ignoring the crying John let her have it. He grabbed her slender waist with his hands for increased leverage and slammed his cock inside her as hard as he could. The thrusts at first were full of friction and resistance, but it was not long before he could feel the walls of her gripping tunnel becoming slick with lubrication. Ramming his cock home inside this girls loving tunnel John knew he was getting close to cumming after just a few short moments. "Oh fuck." moaned Sara. "Fuck me hard." Sara losing control of her body, always been a girl who thought with her pussy. Pushing back at her warden, Sara wanted his cock inside her as deeply as possible when he came, forgetting that she was not on birth control and may end up pregnant. Maybe it was that, or maybe she had been beaten into submission and was giving herself fully to John now, truly a whore. "I knew you would like this. That's my little hooker." John pleased by Sara's acceptance of the situation. Thrusting into her pussy John could feel her vaginal muscles squeezing his cock, trying to milk its cum into her waiting body. Thrusting forward hard, meeting her ass violently pushing back at him the two met in the middle with a loud slap. Erupting in orgasm John shot many thick ropes of cum inside her tight milking pussy. Holding her body secure, he kept his cock inside her, depositing his entire balls supply of cum. Sara bent over, her face shoved into the couch cushion feeling cum spraying into her womb, was lost in orgasm. She could focus on nothing other than the pleasure, and the wonderful cock inside her little pussy giving her womb its stores of cum. "Yes, cum in me!" Sara groaned, voicing her lust, while savoring every drop deposited in her belly. His cock having completed its job once again, John pulled it from Sara's still quivering cunt. Standing up John decided to let her remain where she was for a few minutes to recuperate. It was apparent she was still experiencing aftershocks from an extreme orgasm, and he was pleased with her behavior. "Don't fucking move and I may let you hang out here with me while I watch TV." With that John went to the bathroom to get cleaned up and find some clean clothes. Sara, trying to control her body with it's ass still raised up in the air, helping the cum seep down inside her. Her body didn't want to move but her mind said do something! Reluctantly winning the struggle, and with wobbly legs she was propelled to a standing position. Her mind racing, her nerves tearing her mind in two. I need to find a weapon, something so I can get away. Maybe a knife!? Sara thought, stress and a torrent of mixed emotions clouding her conscious mind. Off balance, Sara went to the kitchen. For any outside viewers she would have appeared drunk in the manner that she walked. Every two steps she would lose her balance and fall to the left or right almost coming down to the floor. Finally after the struggle of her lifetime she arrived in the kitchen. Immediately she went for a drawer hoping to find a large butcher knife she could use to defend herself with. Then she saw it. A ray of light shone down on John's handgun resting on the counter top where he left it. Grabbing for it quickly she scrambled back to the couch, hearing John's footsteps start to approach. As silently as possible she reached her original spot and slid the gun under the couch. She sat with her back to the couch and legs stretched out in front of her with the gun resting immediately behind her. John entered the room feeling like a million dollars. Hell ten million dollars. He just fucked this hot eighteen year old girl, shot his cum deep in her pussy and now he was clean and just feeling great. He was on top of the world. "Good, I'm pleased that you're finally listening to my commands. I'll let you watch some TV with me for a while, while I figure out what I want to do with you. You stay there on the floor, that's where animals belong. On the floor." With his feelings shared, John sat down, grabbed his remote and turned on his television. Sara having regained a lot of her composure was calm. Somewhat uncomfortable sitting there naked with cum running out of her pussy on the hardwood floor, but at least he wasn't hitting her or raping her at the moment. She had a hand behind her wrapped around the grip of the gun. She so desperately wanted to pull it out and shoot John, or point it at him hoping he would let her go if he thought she would shoot him. She wasn't sure however. Was the gun even loaded? Did it work at all? She hadn't seen him actually fire it. Maybe the safety was on and wouldn't fire. Not knowing much about guns she wouldn't know where to turn the safety off. What to do, what to do... She needed to test it first. See if it would fire. She couldn't do it now though, if it didn't fire he would hear the clicking of the trigger and realize what she was up to, while quickly taking it from her and likely beating her senseless as well. She needed a plan. The hours went by, the sun went down. Night greeted them through the windows, while John gave his attention to the television still. He flipped through the channels landing on an adult movie channel, with a woman on the floor with a large mans cock in her mouth as she sucked and licked at it. Thank god for porn for once. An idea having entered Sara's mind. She could tell John was getting worked up as he watched the female actress give the male in the movie a blowjob. He had put his hand on her shoulder and was slowly rubbing her body. Her peripheral vision giving her a small view of the growing erection in his pants. This was her time to act if their was one. With the risk of speaking to such an unpredictable man Sara knew she had no choice. Bending her arm she reached back and put her hand on John's hand that was massaging her shoulder, turned her head and looked him in the eyes. With the most seductive voice she could muster she stated, "I really love to suck cock. One of my favorite things in life is having a strong man stand over me as I sit on the floor with his cock pumping my mouth. I love the taste of cum." She licked her lips, as she stared at him while massaging her left breast with her free hand. Taken a little off guard by Sara's direct approach, John was still enticed. His dick was rapidly becoming erect while watching the woman on the TV while he fantasized about doing just that to her young mouth. "Yeah? Alright, I wouldn't want to keep you from feeling my hot cum shooting down your throat." John had never been more compliant which shocked Sara. As long as he got exactly what he wanted he seemed to be in a good mood. On the floor John moved in front of Sara, his feet apart on either side of her upper legs, the bulge in his pants close to her face. "Get to work then bitch." John ordered eagerly, swaying back and forth slightly. Sara shakily bringing her hands up went for John's pants, unzipped and unbuttoned them and with her small hands pulled them down far enough so his cock sprung free hitting her in the nose. "Owe!" Sara yelled, more out of shock than pain. She'd never been hit in the face with a dick before, accidental or purposely. "What the fuck bitch? You don't like my cock!?" John became very angry then, taking her shout as a sign of rejection in him. Bringing his heavy hand down he slapped her across the face leaving a large red handprint radiating with pain. Sara beginning to cry, John was not impressed, his cock was hard he wanted it sucked. Wrapping his hands around her skull, his thumbs dangerously close to her eyes, kept her stable and brought his cock to Sara's mouth. Sara panicking after the hard slap was forgetting her plan and began to struggle. Keeping her mouth closed with a defensive reaction to a foreign object trying to forcefully pry into her mouth. Feeling John's cock-head rubbing on her lips and occasionally spreading her lips to grind across her teeth. "Bitch, you're going to suck my cock, and do it nicely or it'll be time to show you what happens to bad girls who refuse their owners the pleasures of their tight clasping throat." John spat, moving his thumbs and letting them rest in her eye sockets. He pressed down threatening to crush her eyes and causing much pain and fear in little Sara. Opening her petite mouth more out of threat of pain that in remembrance to her plan she allowed his cock entry. Doing her best to keep her teeth from his cock, and trying her best to motivate her tongue to lick the invading cock as it penetrated her mouth. It was hard for her to know what to do, John's thumbs still pressed into her eye sockets, blinding her. "Oh damn, you're good." John proclaimed, face fucking his convict. Getting into it, listening to the need of his cock and its desire to release its cum down this girls throat, John's thrusts went deeper and deeper into this girl. John had never been deep throated before and he decided now was the time. Pressing deeply into her, his cock slipped down her throat bringing a panicked struggling reaction from Sara as her arms flailed. She couldn't breath he knew but didn't care. Sara unable to breath with this man's dick forced down her throat began uncontrollably flailing her arms, her body threatening to go out of control and most likely biting down on John's cock which would guarantee her two crushed eyes, blinding her for life. Having no other choice Sara knew she had to try the gun, this was it. Reaching behind her she took hold of it. John had her head securely held with his two large hands, his cock down her throat having the time of his life. Sara gasping for air on ever withdraw from her throat, trying to hold back her gagging reflex, held the gun in her outstretched arm between John's legs. The gun pointed up towards John's upper back area. John making some loud grunting noises she knew this was her opportunity. With a loud groan from John she felt cum shooting down her throat, the boiling liquid rolling down her esophagus to her stomach she pulled the trigger. BANG, the noise stung her ears and the feeling of another warm liquid poured on her feet. Temporarily blinded and deafened she wondered if she hit him, was that blood on her feet? John's hands came free from her head and he slowly fell backwards onto the floor. Recovering her sense, Sara took a second and breathed. She had been light headed and afraid she was about to pass out. "Just breath Sara", she told herself. As she composed herself she examined the man's body. Blood everywhere, and the entire left side of his head gone, pieces of skull and brain littered the floor. Disgusting. Her legs weak, she was barely able to stand. Slowly walking towards the door, trying to avoid the blood. Flipping the lock open the door opened and she exited hell. Many new feelings were present in this girl. Most of dread, loathing, disgust, but their were a few goods she wasn't quite ready to admit to herself. This man had giving her such extreme pleasure when he fucked her, something she never would have discovered on her own. Either way she was free now. Free to go back to whatever life she desired. Sara was not a girl anymore, she was a woman now having experienced true hardship. Her life of innocence gone, and a new life created in her from her captor. In the future months Sara would decide to keep the child and raise it like a loving mother. Determined to remember the man that had changed her life forever.