Drive-in Rape – Chapter 2

Disclaimer: Everything in this story is dark fantasy fiction. The story involves the rape of young girls and is marked as such. If that offends you, stop reading now.


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.