She doesn’t respond to my statement, her breaths coming out in fast little huffs.

Reaching down, I cup her pussy, running my index finger between her folds. I bring the finger to my mouth to taste her sweetness. I need to know if she’s as innocent as she tastes.

“You have a cherry in there?”

Chapter 2

Cameron

His words make my skin prickle. What have I done? How did I agree to this? Seeing him in that diner felt like a beacon of hope in the night. He was so handsome and charming, and I thought he looked like a decent guy. Someone you would take home to your mom and dad.

Now we’re barreling down the highway and I have no hope of getting out of this situation. I just need to do what he says and keep him calm, but I’m terrified I’ll say the wrong thing and this will go badly.

“Answer me!” he barks out.

“Y-yes.”

My face turns bright red with mortification. I don’t know why I’m embarrassed to admit it. It’s not like it will help the situation either way, though it seems like he’s angry thinking about me shaving for someone. I just like the way it feels not to have anything down there. I don’t have much hair anyway, but this way it’s nice and smooth.

“Oh, fuck.” He almost says it like a moan.

I feel him start to pump the brakes and I get hopeful. Maybe if he pulls over I can make a run for it. I don’t care if I’m in the middle of nowhere, I’ve at least got to try, right?

“I can’t wait. I wanted to give you more time, but I can’t. Hearing you say that little cunt is fresh makes me need it now.”

“No! Please no! I promise I’ll show you whatever you want. I’ll obey. Please.” For a second I think about grabbing the wheel, but it’s a big eighteen wheeler, and who knows if I’d survive it. Maybe I should offer a blow job or something to keep him calm. I’ve never given one, but I’d give it my best shot to keep him from hurting me.

“Too late.”

I see the sign for a rest stop up ahead and I start to think. People. There will be people there. Then I realize it’s almost three in the morning. No way will anyone be there.

“I see what’s going through that pretty head of yours, Cameron. Nobody will be there to stop us. Don’t you worry, you’re all mine.”

The shiver that runs down my back is one of fear and anticipation. Knowing what’s coming isn’t making it any easier to comply.

Sly pulls into the rest stop and parks at the back, along the treeline. There are two other eighteen wheelers here, but they are parked on the off-ramp, which is really far away. If I got out of the truck and screamed, I don’t think they could hear me, let alone if I screamed while inside it.

As soon as the engine is off he’s on me.

“Please! Please!”

He snatches my wrists with both hands and pulls me to the back of the cab. I notice a door behind our seats. He yanks me through and turns on a soft light. The cab is small, furnished with a mattress and a dresser that’s bolted to the wall. It’s completely bare of anything else, and when I look back at the mattress, I notice the rope on the floor.

“No, no, no, no, no,” I beg, and pull away.

“I didn’t ask you for your permission, Cameron. I don’t have to. You belong to me now”

He pushes me down on the bed, and I start to struggle, kicking and pushing against him as much as my little body can. He’s twice my size and made of solid muscle. My efforts are useless and I tire quickly, but I still keep fighting.

“Don’t do this! Please stop. Please, Sly.”

I remember once being told that if you use your captive’s name, it can humanize them and help you to form a connection that makes them stop.

He leans down, licking my neck. “Oh fuck, sugar, say my name again. I want to hear it while I fuck that soft cunt. You legal or am I getting inside underage pussy? Doesn’t matter to me. You’ll be mine forever, so you’ll be legal at some point.”

“I’m twenty five.” I always get mad when people tell me how young I look, so my natural instinct is to correct him. Fuck, I should have just kept my mouth shut.

He straddles my stomach, pinning my arms down, my legs kicking behind him uselessly. “Twenty five and never had that cunt fucked? Jesus, Cameron, it’s like you’ve been waiting for me as long as I’ve been waiting on you.”

I try to struggle, but I’m wearing down fast. When he puts the rope around one of my wrists, I feel a jolt of adrenaline race through me. I reach out my other hand, slapping him across the face.

For a split second he’s shocked, but his shock is followed by a wicked smile. “Oh, I see, sugar. You want it rough.” I don’t have time to tell him no before he’s leaning down, biting my nipple hard through my dress.

“Ahh!” I cry out in pain, but then a small shameful part of me feels pleasure. That’s why I’m a twenty-five-year-old virgin. I’ve never understood my body enough to tell someone else to give me what I want. I had a boyfriend in high school whom I asked to spank me once, and he told everyone. I never made the mistake of asking anyone ever again. Feeling the wetness between my legs at Sly’s treatment makes me hate my body and its desires.

He finishes tying off my hands and then moves to my legs. I lie spread-eagle on the mattress, and he’s soon between my legs, looking down at me. Pushing up my dress, he exposes my most private parts, making me burn with embarrassment. He reaches up and pulls down the top of my dress to free my breasts.

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