Then the inevitable happened. It always does. Miles from nowhere, lost and alone, and frightened, I got a fucking flat tire. I shouldn’t have been surprised. I wasn’t surprised. I was pissed off, though. What else could fuck up my day? I know, let’s test the cell phone out, call a garage? No way, José! I was out of range, out of fucking range. Fuck!
I pulled over into a small driveway, and parked my car as far off the road as safely possible. I didn’t want some local yokel screaming around the bend, crashing into me. Looking around though, I couldn’t find a suitable place to jack up the car to change the tire. I was sitting in a lot of loose soil, and even I knew that would be dangerous. The jack could slip too easily.
What to do? I didn’t know where I was, and I guessed I was probably at least 100 miles further north than I should have been, in country I didn’t know anything about. [As it turned out I was actually about 5 miles south of the highway I turned off from, but I didn’t know that at the time.]
I chose the path of least resistance. I started walking up the path to see who, or what, was up there. The path snaked through the dense growth, and within seconds I lost sight of my car, and the road. Fuck! I also needed to pee so badly, and wasn’t about to flash my cunt to the world either.
I choose to wear sensible driving clothes for my out of town driving trips, knowing I would check into my hotel prior to visiting the office, and I planned to shower and change before going to the office. I was wearing a comfortable halter top, and a loose pair of shorts. I had casual leather sandals on my feet. My body isn’t brilliant, nor is it bad. I am 47, as I said earlier, and I look well for my age. I am proportional for my height, weight ratio (only about 10 pounds overweight), apart from my tits – which are big, 38DD. I am proud of those tits though. No false tits – what you see is all me – my nipples are large, and dark, still perky, and sit high, my tits don’t sag too much, and I have a huge cleavage. Yes, I love my tits (and admit to sucking my own nipples any chance I get; that drives my husband wild, lol).
I have one vice though. I hate underwear. I don’t wear underwear. I never wear a bra, and that makes my tits even more special. They have never sagged much in spite of their lack of restraint, and I hate the “tightness” and sweatiness of panties on my cunt.
Depending on my moods, I will, and do, shave my cunt. Truthfully, my husband actually does the shaving as I sit back like a whore (loving every sordid moment). But lately I have wanted to see how hairy it could get, so we both agreed to let it grow out. My cunt hair is now long – well over three inches, and very thick (I guess shaving it regularly causes it to grow back thicker?). With my growing cunt hair panties now make me sweat all the quicker, and I cannot stand it. So I was “sans” panties and bra, wearing a halter top, my tits jiggling, and I needed to piss badly.
I kept walking, looking for any signs of life, and a discreet place to pee. Finally, I spotted a large tree, and ran to it. I looked around and couldn’t see anyone. So I stripped my shorts off, and squatted. Ahh. The instant relieve. Damn, I had no paper. My cunt lips were dripping and I had nothing to use. I looked around and saw some leaves. Ah well, beggars can’t be choosers, I thought, and wiped my cunt with some soft leaves. I redressed and continued up the path.
I was cursing my own stupidity, and stubbornness when I came to a clearing. On the opposite side of the clearing stood a neat little house. I was instantly cautious, and frightened. I know I took the path to find someone, but now that I had, I was beginning to regret my foolishness.
Suddenly, the door opened and a man came out. He wasn’t seven feet tall and four hundred pounds like you have nightmares about. In fact he was quite small, probably 5’ 7″ and off average build. He seemed harmless enough, as he made his way towards me.
“Hello,” he said. “Can I help you? Are you lost?”
“Hi,” I replied politely. “I’m sorry to disturb you, but I got a flat tire down on the road, and my cell phone won’t work. Do you have a phone so I can get some help, please?”
“Maybe I can help,” he offered. “I am quite good around cars.”
“No thanks,” I said, still wary. “I think I need to get a tow truck. The car is sitting on a lot of soft soil, and I don’t think it would be safe to try and jack it up there.”
I had no reason to suspect anything. He was charming, and soft spoken, and appeared very calm and friendly.
“If I could just use your phone, then I’ll return to my car,” I said cautiously.
“Oh, ok,” he answered with a smile. “Come in.”
I followed him into his house. The inside was as charming and neat as the outside. He indicated me to follow him through the living room and then kitchen, into another room, where I assumed the phone was. But when I got into the other room, he turned and hit me.
He hit me hard. He punched me. I couldn’t believe it. He didn’t knock me out, and I didn’t fall to the ground either. But I was shocked and momentarily stunned. Before I could react he hit me again. This time a huge swinging fist connected to my cheek. I went down . . . and out!
When I awoke I was in a room without any windows. The walls were rough hewn from soil, and supported by several beams. Was this a room of a basement, dug into the soil, or a room dug outside in the ground? There was a large light bulb burning in a socket, and I was naked. I was also tied to a big steel bed. My arms above my head, and my legs spread eagle.
I felt sick, and my whole head ached. I used my tongue to feel my lips, and was very surprised that I didn’t have at least a split lip. But my jaw ached something hellish. My tits also hurt, and I looked down and saw several red welts. What the fuck? A hand, A belt? What had happened?
Christ, my cunt was hurting too. What the fuck had that little bastard done to me? I couldn’t see, nor could I even isolate the pain I felt, but I knew he had been “down there” too.
The room, and the house was in total silence. I couldn’t hear a damn thing.
I knew immediately I was in serious trouble. No one, and I mean no one, knew where I was. I was probably 50 or more miles from my intended route. I was in an isolated part of the country. I was shit scared. I felt my bowels start to loosen, and was desperate not to soil myself.
I lay there sobbing quietly, wondering what was going to happen. The bastard. The weak bastard. The fucking weak little bastard. I was starting to get angry, despite my panic.
I lay there for what seemed forever, but must have only been a short time. I don’t recall passing out again, and I don’t think I hallucinated or anything like that. I knew there was no point yelling out,. Fuck, I was at least a half mile from the road, or further. I knew the whole area around the house was totally dense with trees. Why waste my energy? I would need all of my inner strengths for later on.
What could I do?
Suddenly the door opened and he walked in. He was naked and erect. Although small of stature, he possessed a huge cock. Easily 8 inches and thick. He was very erect.
He also carried a belt, and some fluid in a glass.
“Who the fuck are you, and what the fuck do you think you are doing?” I screamed at him.
At that he put the glass down, and raised the belt. The first stinging slap across my tits forced the breath out of my mouth.
“Shut the fuck up, bitch,” he snarled. “You’re Peter’s bitch now, and Peter says what goes. Got it?” he said as he whipped me a second time. My whole body ached, and I cried out in terror and pain.
He then walked over to me and pulled hard on my left nipple. He pulled the damned nipple so hard I screamed. His hand inched down over my belly to my cunt, and he grabbed a handful of my thick bush and yanked.
“Listen, bitch, Peter is gonna do you all and any way Peter wants, as often as Peter wants. Don’t even think bout anything else but Peter. Got it?” he snarled again as he slapped my spread eagle cunt hard.
He then started to jerk his cock off, and very quickly shot his seed all over my face. I closed my eyes and cried. But he wasn’t through with me yet. I felt his rough hands again and leant up to see him nuzzle into my cunt. I felt his hot breath on my cunt as he spat and licked and bit at me.
“Ah,” he said. “Peter sure do like to suck a wet cunt. Mmm you smell nice. Later Peter is gonna fuck you raw. You’ll love Peter and Peter’s cock. Now shut the fuck up, bitch, or Peter’ll rip your fucking tits off and make you eat them.”
And he was gone. But before he locked the door, he turned off the light. I was now lying in total darkness.
My tits ached. My cunt ached. My whole body screamed in pain. I felt his cum drip down across my face and try as much as I could, I couldn’t prevent most of it slipping into my mouth. I thought I would vomit, but I resolved not to, and simply licked up as much as possible. Hell, I had drunk enough cum to know it wasn’t going to hurt me (too much, I hoped).
What could I do?
Minutes later (I am sure it was only a few minutes, I am) he returned. Still carrying the belt, still naked, his cock still offensively erect. His knob was purple and every vein in his cock was bulging. He turned on the light and came straight to me. This time I was smart enough not to challenge him. I would try my hardest to be as acquiescent as possible. I didn’t know how, but I was determined to be docile at all costs.
He reached out with a surprisingly soft hand and stroked my left tit. He was very gentle, and I was relieved. But instantly he slapped my tit hard and it stung. He then slapped my open cunt again, and I cried out. As soon as I cried out he punched me hard in the stomach. This time I did vomit. Only flem, but I couldn’t stop it.
“You little bitch whore,” he said. “Peter will teach you.” Then he brought the strap down across my tits hard again. I felt the welts rise. My tits were screaming in agony, and I vomited again. Still only flem.
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