J. Watson: Sally_s rape cure

"What do you mean?" Sally asked.

"I always get a little tip for my troubles," Duke said, winking at her.

"I don't have any money with me," Sally said. "But I can get you some."

"Money wasn't exactly what I had in mind," he said.

"What do you want?" Sally asked in a frightened girl voice.

"Maybe a little kiss," he suggested, "Yes, that sounds nice. Just a little kiss from those soft-looking lips. You wouldn't stop me from having a little kiss, would you? It's the least you could do for a ride."

Sally started to say no but it was too late. His strong arm went around her shoulders and he crushed her to his chest. His strength made her grow weak. His lips were brutal as they pressed against hers. She couldn't breathe and she couldn't think. Her head was swirling.

He released her for just a moment.

"Soften up," he said. "And open your lips. You're old enough to know how to kiss."

Then his lips were pressed against hers again. His tongue forced its way between her teeth and entwined with her tongue. She had never been kissed like that before. It wasn't gentle, begging kisses of the boys she had known. His kiss was urgent, demanding. He finally released her and allowed her to breathe again.

"I guess it's because you're young," Duke said. "You're sure not much of a kisser. But don't worry about that. Old Duke will teach you all you need to know."

"What do you want from me?" Sally asked.

She knew, now, that she wasn't going to be able to get out of the car easily. He wanted more than a few kisses and he was strong enough to take what he wanted.

"You know what I want," he said.

She started to scream but he clamped one strong hand over her mouth. He pushed her down on the car seat and slipped his hands behind her back while his fingers fumbled with the buttons on her gown. One by one he started undoing them.

She bit his hand and he jerked it away. He didn't seem angry. She beat at him with her fists but the blows were as if a baby's hands were striking him. He only laughed at her as he got all the buttons undone down her back.

"Now you just stop fighting," he said. "Fighting is not going to do you a bit of good."

He grasped her gown on top and pulled it down to her waist. For the first time a man looked at Sally's twin peaks encased in a dark bra. She had picked it out special because it was small and the dark outline showed through her yellow dress. It showed enough to be exciting. He seemed pleased by what he saw. He gave a whistle of appreciation.

"Now that there is a nice pair," he said. "I haven't seen titties like those in a long while."

"Please," Sally begged. "Please let me go won't tell anybody if you'll let rue go. I promise I won't. Just please let me go."

"Don't waste your time begging," he said. "I'm going to fuck you. You might as well relax and enjoy it. It'll be fun. And when I'm done with you, well, you won't want to tell anyone."

She blushed hotly. Again he kissed her. Again his hot, demanding tongue pushed into her mouth. This time he pushed it all the way to the back of her throat. She almost gagged. She thought she was going to choke before he released her.

"There," Duke said. "You're getting the hang of it. You're kissing a little better. Now let's take a real look at those twin beauties."

She felt horrified as his hand slipped behind her back and easily unclasped her bra. She felt as if any moment she would wake up from this bad dream.

He lifted her arms and pulled the bra off her. He gazed down at her naked breasts and he licked his lips in appreciation.

"What beauties," he said. "Magnificent! I bet they've never been touched by a human mouth."

He kissed her throat and then his wet lips trailed down her skin to her breasts. She felt a tingle as his lips touched her left nipple. His tongue came out and flicked at it teasingly. She couldn't believe what was happening. Her body was betraying her. She was feeling strange as his sucking lips took in some of her creamy titty.

Oh no, she thought. She couldn't be feeling anything. Sex was silly. She had never felt anything before. Then why was this man's lips making her respond?

His lips nibbled and caressed her soft flesh and she felt as if electricity were going through her body. She couldn't understand it and she couldn't control it. Between her legs she felt warm and wet.

He must have felt her trembling for he drew back.

"You're kind of feeling it now, aren't you," he said. "I knew you would. Most girls tell me that I really know how to suck a tit."

She hated him. She hated his smile. She hated his knowing eyes. She hated the mouth that once again kissed and sucked at her titty. She hated him, but she couldn't help the shivers of excitement that kept going up and down her spine.

She closed her thighs tightly together.

"Stop," she said. "Please stop."

But he paid no attention to her and his tongue kept caressing her nipple. He drew her flesh into his mouth until she couldn't see how he could get anymore. She couldn't understand how he could breathe.

His left hand rubbed against her side and then closed around the titty he was sucking. He squeezed it gently as his lips sucked. She couldn't control a groan of pleasure.

He moved his mouth to her right tit and he squeezed and kneaded her left like soft dough. It was too much for her to bear. She gasped in astonishment as the cavern between her thighs became wetter and hotter.

He kept rubbing her titty as he kissed her on the mouth again. This time her mouth opened almost before his lips touched hers.

She felt his hand going underneath her formal gown and rubbing her legs. Her stomach rippled in nervousness and excitement. His hand traveled upward until it was resting on her bare knee. That was as far as any boy had ever gone, but his strong hand went farther.

His right hand reached her thigh and started pinching her thigh and rubbing it. It sent waves of pleasure all over her. She tried to close her legs together to prevent him from going up any higher. It seemed like her muscles wouldn't respond. He pushed her thighs apart easily and his hand crept upward.

Finally she shuddered as his hand touched her panties. With one finger he started tracing the outline of her pussy through the thin panties. The last button on his shirt came undone and now his hot, bare chest was pressed against her soft and sensitive titties.

He rubbed his chest against her roughly and this made her even hotter. In the back of her mind she kept asking herself how she could act like such a depraved animal. Now could this man turn her on so quickly?

He pulled away and left her squirming on the seat. She watched with frightened eyes as he started to undress. He took off his shirt first. She saw the hard muscles ripple as he folded the shirt up and put it in the back seat.

He unbuckled his trousers.

"Have you ever seen a man's prick?" he asked.

She shook her head numbly.

He unzipped his trousers and pulled them off. She tried not to look at the hard bulge in his shorts but her eyes seemed to be riveted there.

"Put your hand there," he said.

He took her hand and pressed it to his hot hardness. Her hand was trembling as he made her rub up and down the long length of his shaft.

"Take off my shorts," he demanded.

She didn't want to but she was like a zombie following his command. With both hands she tugged his shorts down over his thick prick.

Again her eyes were riveted to the spot where his swollen member jutted from between his legs. It was the first cock she had ever really seen up close and it was fearful and exciting. She ran her eyes from the thick crown down to his hanging sac. The sac looked so heavy and full.

She didn't protest as he took her hand and placed it on his cock. He guided her hand to move up and down on the hard prick. She closed her eyes and tried not to think about what she was doing.