J. T. Watson
Sally_s rape cure

CHAPTER ONE

"Let's go down by the river and park, huh, Sally," Bill Stokes suggested. Sally Ryant sighed. It made no difference to her where they parked as long as he got his foolishness over with in time for her to make the dance early. Long ago she had decided that parking was simply an ego trip for the boys. They could go back and tell their friends that they parked with this girl or that girl, and then they would lie about how far they had gotten.

Sally had no intention of letting anybody get very far with her. A few kisses that she felt it was her duty to give, and then on to the dance. It wasn't fear that made Sally contemptuous about sex. Sally didn't give a damn about what people thought about her or her morals.

The truth was that Sally just wasn't interested in sex. She found the groping and panting distasteful and she only put up with it because she wanted to date Bill.

Bill was one of the more handsome boys in school and it made Sally feel good to be seen with him.

It was getting near seven when Bill parked the car in a little grove of trees down by the river. Sally was impatient to get the kisses over with. She wanted to make her grand entrance to the dance.

Immediately Bill pulled her into his arms.

Why did boys have to be like this? Sally asked herself. She knew that boys considered her sexy and she didn't really mind being thought of that way. She was a pretty, brown-haired girl with a full, lush body. She knew her bright blue eyes and her innocent expression made boys and men look at her with more than casual interest.

But why couldn't boys just be satisfied with looking? Why did they have to get so groping?

Now Bill kissed her hard and tried to push his tongue between her lips. Sally quickly drew her head back and gave him a look of disgust.

"You know I don't like that," Sally said. "Come on, Sally," Bill said, "loosen up a bit."

"Loosen up," Sally repeated his expression. "I bet you'd like that. You'd like for me to loosen up a bit. Well, I'm not that kind of girl."

Sally slipped over to her side of the car and gave Bill a look of anger. Her looks of anger were calculated to bring even the strongest boy to his knees. Bill was no exception.

"Awww, Sally," he said. "You know I didn't mean anything."

"You know I'm not like those other girls you date," Sally said.

"I know," he said.

"Then why are you always trying to paw me?"

"Gee, Sally," he said. "All I wanted was a few kisses."

"Liar," Sally said. "I know what you want. I know what all you boys want. Well you're not going to get it from me."

She stormed out of the car and walked down to the river, still pretending anger. She was not angry enough to step into any mud or anything that might stain her pretty white shoes. She was still thinking about her entrance to the dance.

She knew, with a smug satisfaction, that it would only be a minute before Bill would come after her. He would beg and plead with her to get back into the car and finally Sally would be persuaded. Sally might have been young, but she already knew how to wrap a man around her finger.

She heard footsteps behind her and she prepared herself for the look she was going to give Bill. She turned around and her look changed into one of surprise.

"Hello," a man said.

It wasn't Bill but a tall, dark man. He was a man who looked in his forties with dark curling hair and bulging muscles. He wore a pair of tight faded jeans and a cotton shirt that was open halfway down the front. She could see more black curly hairs on his chest. He also wore a big cowboy hat and scuffed cowboy boots.

She saw immediately that he was a man used to hard work. There was nothing soft about him. His huge hands were scarred and rough-looking. He had the stubble of two days growth of beard on his face.

"You're not Bill," Sally said stupidly.

"No," the man smiled. "I'm not."

"Who are you?"

"The name is Duke," he said. "And I must say that you're about the prettiest filly I've laid eyes on in a long while."

"But I was expecting Bill," she said. "He's up there in the car."

"You must mean the fellow I saw driving away," Duke said. "He looked awful mad."

Sally was stunned. Bill couldn't have left her. Not Bill. She knew him too well. She knew how he would act when she got mad at him. He wasn't supposed to leave.

Then she realized that he might have found courage enough to leave but he would certainly be back. He wouldn't be able to just drive away. He wouldn't dare leave her out here for very long.

"I wonder what you could have done to make that fellow so mad," Duke said. "Did he try to get fresh or something?"

"None of your business," Sally said.

She was used to using her icy tone of voice on a boy. Usually the boy would just crumple up under that tone and allow her to have her way with anything she wanted. But Duke was no boy and he didn't tremble. He only smiled at her.

She tried to push her way past him and his strong fingers clamped around her wrist.

"Now I'm trying to be civil," Duke said. "Maybe I can help you."

"I doubt it," Sally said.

Sally tried to sound brave but she was growing afraid for the first time in her life. She could handle boys easily enough but this man was something else. She'd heard stories about young girls and men who found them alone. She felt a little weak in the knees.

"I'm just going to walk up to the highway," Sally said. "I'm sure to see someone I know who'll give me a ride."

"That sure is a long walk to the highway," Duke said. "You're sure to get them white shoes and the pretty yellow dress all covered with dirt. Why don't you let me drive you up there. My car is parked just over there."

Sally could feel her heart hammering fast. She didn't want to go to his car. She didn't want to go anywhere with him. She could feel his dirty eyes creeping down the front of her gown and wished she'd picked out a formal that was not quite so low-cut in front.

She tried to pull his wrist from his hand but he held her easily.

"Now don't be in such a hurry," Duke said. "Just relax. You act like you're scared of me. Why, I wouldn't hurt you. I'll just give you a lift up to the road."

"Please," Sally said, "let me go."

She had not said please to anyone since she was ten years old, but she was really getting scared. His strong, masculine odor was making her uneasy. This was not a boy that she could order around. This was a man who would have his own way. She wanted to get away from him.

"Now you're coming with me," he said. "I'll take you up to the highway."

She saw that there was not much use in trying to get away from him. Maybe if she acted like she was relaxing he would just give her a lift to the highway and that was all. Maybe that was all he really did have in mind.

"Okay," she said. "Just up to the highway."

He released her. She followed him up the bank to his car. She had expected his car to be something old and junky but it wasn't. He had a plush new Cadillac parked in a grove of trees not far from where Bill had parked earlier. He opened the door for her and allowed his hand to brush against her shoulder suggestively. She decided to say nothing about it for fear of making him angry.

The seats were soft and cushiony and the front seat had plenty of room. It was a welcome change from Bill's cramped car.

Duke got in but he made no move to start the car. He simply sat and stared at her.

"You sure are a pretty girl," he said.

"We should start for the road," Sally said.

"Well," Duke shrugged his shoulders, "we'll get there sooner or later."

"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.

"Open your eyes," he demanded.

She was forced to open her eyes as his prick seemed to grow and quiver between her grasping fingers. A little drop of white appeared on the end and she jerked her hand back.

"That's all right," he said. "I'm ready for some serious business."

Now he jerked her gown up from the bottom and bunched it around her waist. He jerked off her panties and caressed her soft asscheeks for a moment.

"Virgin pussy," he whispered. "There's nothing I like better."

He pushed her legs open wider and inserted one finger into her vagina. He rubbed it around until his hips started moving in time to his finger. Then he stretched out against her body with his hard prick rubbing against her legs. She felt a little wet spot where the tip of his cock touched her.

"Don't worry," he said. "You're going to like it."

He pressed his prick against her vulva. She realized that she was really going to get fucked. He wasn't going to have any sudden last minute show of mercy. In a minute she was no longer going to be a virgin.

She could feel the head going into her pussy. The head of his cock stopped just inside her pussy. He kept moving in circular movements so that his cock rubbed all over her pussy walls.

He pushed and she felt a pain as his prick pressed against her hymen. He pushed again and his blood-filled prick tore through her virgin pussy walls and entered her cunt. He went into her deeply. She felt his heavy balls resting against her asscheeks.

"Ohhhh," Sally groaned.

"Be still," Duke said. "Just rest a minute. You'll start feeling good in a few minutes."

She felt like she'd never feel good again. His hot, swollen prick stretched her insides. She felt as if he had torn her apart. She felt as if movement would kill her.

Then the hot wetness started again. Her eyes blinked open in shock. She felt her hot pussy dripping juice. She had once used her fingers on herself but she'd gotten nothing out of it. She had never had feelings like this.

He started to fuck her. He entered her with a deep, hard stroke and then he withdrew until only the tip of his cock rested inside her. He would wait a moment and then plunge once more into her wet moistness.

"Ahhhhh," Duke moaned. "Tight. So tight. I love tight pussy."

He kept fucking her until she felt hot spasms of delight going all through her body. She didn't know what was happening but she was starting to love it. She threw her arms around his shoulders and pulled him closer. His hard chest pressed closer to her titties.

Her body was catching fire. Something was growing in her, something like an explosion. She didn't know what it was, and then she realized that she was fixing to have her first orgasm.

"Mmmmm," she moaned.

She was ready for his deep stroke again when he pulled out of her. She protested loudly.

"What do you want?" he asked. "Tell me and I'll put it back in."

She thought he was crazy. He had made her like this. He knew what she wanted. Then she understood that he wanted her to say the words, to say things she'd never before thought of. She shook her head. She had been humiliated enough. She couldn't go that far. He was cruel to be doing this to her. He'd raped her and brought her to the brink and now he was holding back.

"Beg me," he said.

She shook her head again. She felt like she was going crazy. Her muscles were spasming in her legs. She wanted that fine, sturdy cock in her pussy again, but she just couldn't give in that much.

Then he started that circular movement again, just at her pussy entrance. It drove her mad with desire. She couldn't stand it any longer.

"Please," she begged him. "Please!"

"Please what?" he asked. "You sweet young pussies know the words. Tell me what you want."

She had never before used a dirty word. She'd seen them written on bathroom walls. She'd heard other girls use them. She'd even heard teachers utter an occasional damn or hell. But she had always tried to keep from saying things like that. But she knew she had to give him what he wanted, and she needed that huge cock inside of her, filling her and stretching her cunt walls.

"Oh please," she said. "Put it in me. Do it to me. Fuck me!"

She heard herself saying the word and she was excited by it. She almost climaxed then and there. His stiff prick filled her again. She felt a tickle in her cunt and then she screamed. Her nails dug into his back as the pleasure overwhelmed her.

"Oh!" she said. "Oh! What's happening to me? Oh what are you doing to me? Oh Goodness!"

"Feel it, baby," he urged. "Feel that hot cock inside your pussy. Feel it move your ass."

She moved against him hard and screamed. Her hot juices flooded his cock and dripped onto the seat. Her body writhed with animal pleasure. She could hear her own voice crying for him to stroke her deeper and deeper.

"Oh dear Lord!" she cried.

Her head seemed to explode and her eyes grew teary. He continued to fuck her as long as she trembled and cried beneath him.

He waited until she stopped trembling and then he withdrew his cock. She looked at him in puzzlement. She knew that boys had to come before they were satisfied. She knew little about cocks but she knew she had felt nothing inside of her. What was he doing now?

She looked down at his swollen prick covered with her juices and with the blood of her virgin pussy. Duke took her hand and guided her to stroke him as she'd been doing before.

"I want you to see it," he explained. "I want you to see your first cum."

She watched his cock grow and quiver beneath the touch of her fingers. She couldn't tear her eyes away. Then he exploded in a hot stream of white that struck her thighs and her belly. Great gobs of white that kept spewing from the end of his hot cock. She felt her hands get sticky from his white love juice but she didn't take her hand away. She kept stroking him until his cock quit spurting.

Then he was finished. He sighed and fell back against the door.

"Okay," he said. "That's it."

"What?" she asked.

"That's it. You've had your fun. Now get dressed and get out."

She looked at him in disbelief. He had started to dress again. He was pulling on his shorts and trousers. She realized, with a shock, that he had never even taken his cowboy hat or his boots off.

"You heard me," he said. "Get dressed and get out. I've no more time for you."

Sally pulled on her panties and buttoned herself back into her bra and gown.

"Your boyfriend should be back soon," Duke said. "You know how it is, don't you darling. Old Duke has to travel on. But don't you worry. I might pass this way again. You be good, now."

She got out of the car and watched him start the motor. He gave her a grin and he pulled the car out of the grove of trees and drove away. She watched until he had vanished around a corner in the road.