Jon Reskind
The abducted wife

CHAPTER ONE

Jane Brighton held the canoe paddle in her hands and stroked gently into the shimmering moonlit waters of Clear Lake. Overhead the dark sky glinted and swirled with countless stars, and behind her the light from Lakeview Lodge had receded into a mere pinpoint in the distance. She lifted her paddle into the canoe as her husband Bob's youthfully strong arms steered them towards a small clearing of beach surrounded by forest. The dark blue water lightened as they glided into the shallows, then Bob leapt out in front of the canoe, splashing into the water, and pulled the prow of the boat onto the sand.

"Bob, darling, you'll get soaking wet!" Jane cried out as her husband waded back into the water and extended a hand to help her onto the beach. "You'll catch pneumonia!"

Her peals of laughter pierced the late-night silence. Suddenly he tossed her over his shoulder, grasping his hand around her smoothly curving thigh, and carried her up to the beach. He stood for a moment with his wife splayed across his back, then he spun her around before spilling her wildly kicking body onto the white sand. Jane rolled over on her back, still panting and giggling, and looked up at the face of her husband. The young man sank down beside her and embraced her around her shoulders. Laughing, she pulled away, giving him a light kiss on the cheek, and handed him a large beach towel she had brought in her satchel.

"Thanks, honey," he grinned. "I'll just run back into the bushes and hang out these clothes until this stuff dries off a little."

Jane watched fondly as Bob Brighton's tall lanky form disappeared into the trees behind the inlet. She spread out a blanket on the sand and pulled her beach dress over her softly cascading blonde hair. Then she sighed and sank lazily onto her back, exposing her young bikini-clad body to the night air. She couldn't help gazing down at the length of her torso admiringly and feeling a deep sense of pleasure that she had so much to give her husband. The exposure of her tummy above the panties was smoothly flat and broken only by a feather strip of blonde down over creamily golden skin; her voluptuously full hips arched firmly against the ground and the rounded whiteness of her scantily covered breasts formed two perfect half-circles in the moonlight. Her body was youthfully lithe, yet womanly and full-formed, and she restrained herself, a strange feeling of wild abandon running through her, from taking off her swimming suit and surprising Bob when he stepped into the clearing.

God, he'd probably die of shock! she giggled softly to herself, realizing how much this vacation was transforming her.

Yes, things had really changed since she and Bob had arrived at the North Carolina lodge for their summer vacation. In a way, it had been a second honeymoon for both of them, and each day had been a new discovery of how they could relax and get to know each other. She hated to admit it to herself but this first year of marriage had been a trial and this trip was a sorely needed break in their routine. Bob had worked so hard at his new job and came home only weekends, and there just hadn't been the time, she reflected, for them to respond to the complete possibilities that the sudden intimacy of marriage offered them. And what she needed was time; she just couldn't warm up and give herself on the spur of the moment to a virtual stranger. Oh, there had been moments when she almost felt she could let herself go completely with him, but then her fear of being loved merely for her beauty had held her back.

Jane looked up from the sand toward the dense foliage, wondering where Bob could have gone. He must be gathering kindling for a fire, she decided, and she was grateful for this moment of solitude to reconsider all that had happened on this vacation. The first few days at the lodge had been a bit difficult when Bob, as usual, had wanted to do nothing but stay in their hotel room and make love; but after awhile they had begun to take walks into the woodland areas of the southern mountainous terrain of her childhood and she had sensed her heart slowly opening up to him. That was important to her – that though they had met at a northern college, he understand and appreciate her southern background.

Not, of course, that she was interested only in their emotional relationships, she giggled to herself, and her heart skipped a beat when she recalled one episode a few days before when Bob had stripped to his jockey shorts in a remote clearing in the woods, meaning to sun himself, but unwittingly exposing the outlines of his strong young penis to her and emotionally stirring her. Before either of them had realized it, they had begun kissing passionately. Her stomach had throbbed at the feeling of the steadily hardening bulge in his shorts, and soon their kisses had achieved a plane of demanding sexuality where only the real thing would suffice. She didn't understand it; she had never known that feeling before and she couldn't explain why it had happened, except that somehow out there in the clearing everything had seemed different. The sun had shone down on their tanned bodies, bringing out her own deeply sensuous feelings, and slowly awakening her. Making love before had seemed so utterly mechanical, but in that setting there was something pure and natural about pressing her hand against the long column-like bulge in his shorts and wrapping her fingers around the warmly pulsating hardness. She'd damn near lost her head entirely as he tenderly massaged her vaginal swell through her tightly fitting jeans, then slipped his hand suddenly down through the waistband into the moistly seething passage between her legs.

Now Jane looked up into the star-covered sky and recalled guiltily how she had suddenly refused him after those preliminary moments of lovemaking. He was right in demanding her to give in to him, yet she had found the sudden urgency of his embraces disarming and she had been afraid someone might see them. On second thought, she sat up, running her hands across the smoothly curving orbs of her breasts, with the intention of acting out her original idea of undressing for him, but her fingers had just undone the top of her bra's knotted string-ties at the back of her neck when she heard Bob's voice from the thicket behind her.

"Well, here we are, Adam and Eve again," he smiled at the casually loosened bikini top. He stood before her dressed only in his smoothly fitting swim suit, his arms clutching sticks of wood he had found in the brush.

In a few minutes a small bonfire was blazing in front of them. They stretched out on the towel, taking sips from a thermos of rum Bob had thoughtfully packed with their day's picnic, and Jane lay stretched out lazily beside her husband, her arms propped behind her head. She realized she had never felt so comfortable and peaceful in her life as she gazed down at their bodies glowing in the firelight, her half-done bikini barely covering the curving fullness of her breasts. A fish splashed in the water. The Milky Way, like a swatch of sequined cloth, so distant and indifferently beautiful, made her feel infinitely small and at the same time closer to her husband than she had ever sensed before.

"Baby, it's been so long since we've been able to be close together like this," she said with a soft tenderness in her voice.

"Yeah, it's real nice. And you took absolutely delicious tonight," he said slowly, glancing over at the deep cleavage between her rounded fully swelling breasts and the creamily soft flesh of her bare midriff.

Jane laughed, returning his gaze with a magnificent blue-eyed warm smile of her own, and nodded her head affirmatively. She wore her long honey blonde hair in a pony tail, and she knew he liked to see her this way, fresh and natural without any goopy makeup to mar her natural loveliness.

"Sometimes, I think our first year of marriage was kind of a trial. Do you know what I mean, Bob?" Jane searched deeply into her husband's eyes as she asked the question she had been afraid to mention before. But now she thought he might understand… "We went through so much. In some ways, I wasn't the perfect bride you'd thought I'd be."

She breathed a sigh of relief when Bob laughed softly at her subtle apology and pressed his hand gently over hers, and the couple lay together in silence for a long while before he spoke again.

"I only wish that I could have afforded to give this to you before."

Jane tilted her head towards her husband's tanned smiling face. She ran her hand through his shock of dark hair, then pressed a finger against his lips. The warmth of his body was all that she needed now, and anything they could say to each other seemed almost superfluous.

"Just think of all that corporation crap we had to go through back in New York. I bet old Fielding is roasting in the heat. Three accounts folding, another one on the rocks," he laughed, raising the thermos to his lips.

"Don't talk about that now, please Bob," Jane said, slowly raising herself on one elbow and turning her voluptuously formed body toward him. "It's absolutely perfect, being close to you like this."

"Well, being a salesman, if you will excuse the expression, is a bitch and the first couple of months working at R amp; S were a Goddamn strain on me."

Jane sighed and shifted her weight closer to her husband. "Well, that's all over now," she said after a moment. "It's just that you tried so hard to make it on your own. If you'd just swallowed your pride and accepted some of Dad's help, I don't think it would have hurt your dignity."

He chuckled and tossed the burning end of his cigarette at the water, watching as the sputtering ember struck the sand, then went out. "There's some things in life you want to do by yourself, I guess. Now that we're financially stable, I can look your old man in the eye. I've got a sense of self-respect."

"Dad always respected you," Jane firmly protested from where she lay stretched out on her side next to him. "He knew you worked your way through college. He understood how you struggled. But now that you've made it, why don't you relax a little?"

She breathed a sigh of relief when Bob laughed softly and, reaching around her waist, gently pressed his hands against the warmth of her back. "I'm trying to relax," he said, running his fingers down the length of her back and resting his hand just above the smoothly curving swell of her buttocks for a moment.

Jane lifted an arm and brushed aside a strand of silvery blonde hair that fell lazily across her forehead. "Don't worry about it," she said in a sympathetic tone. "We both had our problems and it's our business during the next few weeks to forget."

Bob nodded, indicating that he thought they understood each other. He raised himself from the blanket, moving to the fire that had dwindled to a few glowing coals, and Jane looked up at his tanned muscular shoulders and back, then dropped her eyes to the length of her barely covered body that was golden brown in the softly diminishing light. She could feel a warm sensation tingling in her breasts and sending tiny pulses of pleasure through her stomach into her groin when she thought of his body close to hers. She felt aroused at the thought of holding his hot thick cock in her hands and his strongly thrusting member pushing into her moistly flowering vagina, and she hoped that she would be able to give herself to him without any of the complications of their previous lovemaking.

"That log should go for a good two hours," Bob said with a professional air, spreading himself out beside her on the blanket again.

"It's a lovely fire," she said, straightening out her legs and laying the palm of her hand across the bareness of his chest. "I wish we could lie in front of it here all night."

"I'm glad you're comfortable," Bob said, his voice almost a whisper. "I mean, I've wanted to hold you and kiss you all afternoon."

Gone now were the misgivings Jane had suffered earlier at the thought of Bob making love to her out in the open like this, and she returned his first gently nibbling kiss with a soft brush of her lips against his cheek. She could feel his breath deepening now, and she sensed a building urgency in his movements when he arched his towel-covered waist toward the barely covered curls of her vagina. Suddenly, she found her hands drawn irresistibly to the small of his back, and she pressed the bareness of her stomach tightly against him as he kissed her with mounting fury, flattening and spreading her lips open until she uncontrollably splurged her tongue into his mouth.

She pushed towards him and his hands commenced to explore her body, caressing the full swelling outline of her breasts above the bra. He pulled the light covering material of her bikini top away with a snap of his finger on the flimsy clasp and the quivering orbs of her breasts were caught in the sudden grasp of his hands. She felt the tingling points of her nipples spring up; then he sucked one gently while his hands prowled over the delicately curving arch of her ribs down to the smooth plain of her belly, brushing the soft nylon-covered pubic hair until she prickled between her legs, pushing between her panties and spraying the moistly parting lips of her vagina open as he pressed his mouth upon her own. She groaned against him, unable to contain herself as she writhed on his fingers.

"My darling… Bob," she whispered in growing passion.

He continued the movement of his fingers and hands coursing down the smoothly curving flesh of her full upper thighs. Suddenly, he pulled open the towel and tossed it from his waist and she heard him breathe deeply as the cool summer night air rushed over his completely exposed body. She felt a hard fleshy protuberance press enticingly against the small strip of cloth between her legs, and she wrenched back for an instant when the blunt pulsing head of his cock touched her bare inner thighs.

"Open your legs," he demanded, grinning excitedly down at her.

She jerked when his fingers thrust the tightly clasping band of her bikini panties below her writhing thighs, and he continued the pressure of his fingers of his other hand into the softly swelling lips of her cunt. Slowly she felt herself responding to the strength of that hand and the directness of his command. She inched one leg a tiny bit apart from the other and suddenly she felt a warm dampness seeping out from the glistening, hair-lined slit up between her lips. Her eyes flicked to his hands lying between her slightly spread thighs and she gazed down at the sweep of her long gradually rounding lower body, feeling momentarily aroused by the vision of her own young nakedness. Her whole body had taken on a kind of majestic sheen that was highlighted by the flickering glow of the campfire, and she marveled at the sight of the high-set round breasts that were placed closely together, leaving room for the narrowest valleys running between their magnificent firmness.

He too had caught this glimpse of lust-inciting nakedness, and the sight of her full voluptuous body prone before him brought him to a fever pitch of excitement. He felt the length of his cock pulse out, jerking expectantly as he ran his hands down her smoothly curving thighs, and he eased against her so that the hot bulbous head of his cock lay directly on top of her blonde, hair-covered little cuntal furrow. Then, almost instinctively, he began to move, thrusting one leg over her splayed out thigh. He ground his warmly pulsating hardness into the tiny pleasure center of her groin, feeling a quick rhythmic response as she arched her smoothly uplifting buttocks to receive the swollen head of his cock between her legs. Damn, she was warming up for him now, he thought, hoping that he would not lose control of himself as he had on other occasions. It was just that he got so Goddam excited, and could hardly keep himself from fucking into her as though he were some kind of mindless machine with no will of its own.

"Oh, yes, that's good. You're so gentle, darling," Jane breathed beneath him. She moved her hand down to the concave arc between their barely touching thighs and ran her fingertips across the velvety sac of his balls and up his rapidly hardening shaft until he thought he would explode with lewd excitement.

Jane reached up and squeezed the hotly throbbing head, moving her hand over its distended ridge and feeling the warm lubricating fluid seep out and moisten her fingers as she continued jerking him into further erection.

"God, that's good," he moaned and thrust his hand over her jerking fingers, pushing his hard fleshy instrument against the wetly quivering lips of her vagina. She could feel the tip flick slightly as it parted the warmly swelling outer flanges, and she jerked back, startled, with the first upward pressure he exerted between her legs.

"Oh God, Bob, you feel absolutely huge," she cried out, clasping her hands around his rigidly tensed buttocks and urging him on with digging fingers to push completely into her.

He lay outside of her for a prolonged moment, feeling her thighs slowly parting upward and raising themselves slightly toward his hips. Then she writhed beneath him, suddenly wanting the full throbbing length of his prick inside her warmly waiting pussy. Yes, she enjoyed this as much as she had loved anything in her life, and it seemed as though the last few weeks had prepared her for this precious instant and she should abandon her prudish ideas and give herself to whatever he wanted to do to her.

"Oooooh," a long lewd groan escaped from deep in her throat and then she moaned. "Go and do it, Bob. Oh God, it feels so good."

She grasped her hand around his expectantly poised cock and marveled at how enormous it was. She had always been aware of its size, but tonight his large male organ seemed particularly massive and the feel of the hotly throbbing prick expanding in her squeezing hand delighted her. She wished he'd push his hips forward and bury it within the tightly clasping passage of her warm cunt at this very moment! Instinctively, she began massaging the sperm inflated member, rubbing the skin tantalizingly back and forth, but she jerked back again in shock as his body seemed to transform itself into a band of steel tendons that were poised to rip her womb asunder.

"Janie, let me turn around darling, so you can suck my cock, please," he suddenly gritted down at her through tightly clenched teeth.

Jane reared back from his body pressed sidelong against her and looked at his passion-contorted face with utter shock and confusion. She just couldn't believe his request, it seemed too impossible to be true. A short while before she had expected to be eased into lovemaking with a few kind words and some soft gestures, but now he was acting like a wildman and talking to her as though she were nothing more than a lowly prostitute.

"No, Bob!" she cringed, detaching her hand from his heavily menacing erection.

"Please," he breathed out a long disappointed whimper that broke off on a note of irritation.

"No, I couldn't… I just can't. Please make love to me like you were doing before."

"You mean, 'fuck you'," he said with a bitter almost violent ring in his voice and began grinding the head of his hardened prick against the exposed walls of her still warmly dilating cunt.

"Nooooo… g-gentle like you were before," she stammered and her body flinched a useless quarter inch away as he slid his cock down the small forested valley formed by her seething wet furrow until the blunt head of his member was pressed directly on top of the tightly quivering mouth of her vagina. Despite her protesting will, she could feel her hot swollen vaginal lips – whose softly pulsating edges were damp with her own lust juices when he had kissed and toyed with her body only moments before – part slowly and throbbingly like the opening of a flower, leaving her temptingly small cunt mouth completely exposed and vulnerable to him. There was nothing she could do, her body lay open and ready for him. Yes, she thought with a feeling of mounting exasperation and bitterness, he had aroused her – but only so that he could complete his animalistic rape of her body without meeting any resistance. In distaste and detachment, she watched Bob, his eyelids hooded with lust and his nostrils quivering in anticipation, wrap his hand around his stonehard cock as he steadily wormed the blunt bulging head around and around the narrow rim of her small elastic opening; then suddenly with a slight forward jerk, it popped wetly up inside.

"Aaaargh," she whimpered in pain as he heaved deeply and pressed forward, lodging his heavily burgeoning cock a firm quarter of an inch into the narrow clinging channel. Beads of sweat broke out on his upper lip and his eyes focused in a mindless stare on the moonlit tips of her full breasts that sloped out lushly to the sides of her deeply heaving ribcage. With a look of arrogant self-satisfaction, his gaze traveled down to the curve of her waist and over her smoothly flattening abdomen, down to her full widely parting thighs, then back to his long fully erect cock pressuring like a battering ram into her openly spreading vagina. Suddenly, his lips curled with the faint lewd smile of a sadistic conqueror bending over and about to torture his fallen victim.

"Please… please be like you were before," she said, tears spilling out of the corners of her closed eyelids.

His response was an oblivious low animalistic groan that accompanied another effort to plunge his hardened cock deeper into the tightly resisting channel. She felt the blunt tipped end pressurize in slowly but steadily, bringing with it a searing pain that increased the flow of tears streaming silently down her cheeks. The tight moistly clasping walls of her cunt jerked and convulsed around the painfully probing head as though her young body, having a will of its own, was still unsure whether it wanted to suck him in further or force him out. He burrowed gradually in deeper and a wave of unexpected pleasure flashed through her abdomen as his lowering pelvis made its first tingling contact with her soft blondly curling pubic hair. Jane's mind reeled with confusion as she recognized that same warm aching his gentle lovemaking had aroused in her earlier. She felt her womb flower open and her pink stiffening nipples throb as they brushed against the hair on his chest. But then, her eyes flashed open in sudden unexpected pain when, without any prior warning, his hand closed suddenly on one of her ripe succulent breasts.

"Oh God, you're hurting me! Stop!" she hissed, her eyes fastening in disbelief on his harshly clenching fingers as he kneaded the soft resilient breasts with hands he no longer controlled. His palms circled over tight fists of flesh, causing white bloodless ridges to protrude painfully from between his straining fingers. His head dropped to the young budding nipples and chewed hungrily while he held her down with one strong hand, grinding her hips painfully into the sand, and ran the other greedily up and down, under and over the lushly swaying contours of her now violently resisting body.

"Gonna fuck you, gonna fuck you," he muttered incoherently, as though he hadn't heard her at all.

"Oh God, nooooo!" she pleaded through tortured lips as he bit hard at the lewdly stiffening nipples.

She tried to resist, to pull her body out from under him, but in his madness he held her wildly kicking body firmly to the sand. She was imprisoned there by his hands digging into her waist and his heavy stone-like chest weighing upon her breasts. Her face contorted with terror and her head began thrashing from side to side, spilling her long blonde hair out onto the sand in all directions.

"Oh God, oh God, please. Pleeeease. Let me go," she pleaded, her blue eyes flashing wide in disbelief that this was being done to her by her own husband. "No please, no, no, no," she mumbled on when his frantic pawing continued until her sounds became nothing but incoherent mumblings and whimpers.

"Goddamit, I'm going to fuck you good just once if it's the last thing I ever do in my life," Bob came out of his frenzied passion long enough to spit out at her in violent anger. "I'm sick of your little girl ways."

"No. I just…" Jane began and then her mouth fell slack, as though she were too stunned to get the words out.

Yes, he wanted to fuck her until his heavily skewering cock pinned that hot teasing little ass of hers deep into the ground. He was being a little rough, his crazed mind roared on in his lust, but by God she had it coming to her. He had fought with her the entire year of their engagement and then another year of their marriage besides, all over the simple fact that she never really let herself go with him. She hadn't listened to him, and refused to even discuss their problem with him in her naive idea that "one only discusses more elevated matters." Sometimes she would respond to him at first – as she had this evening – but she always drew back into herself at the last minute. That was the part that drove him completely crazy. Jesus, he had come so close to igniting that young delicious body so many times and had been left in frustration so often that his control had been completely destroyed. He just couldn't stand it any more! Well, she was legally his and he was going to take it like he wanted it for a change whether she liked it or not.

Slowly, he pushed the blood-filled head of his cock between the inwardly sucking lips of her cunt and with a groan shoved it forward so that he could feel the warmth of her curling blonde pubic hair tickling against his naked hardness. The tightly clasping elastic rim of her pussy resisted for a moment, then gave away before the hard cruel pressure as the ridge of his cock slipped up into her like a pursuing snake-head. The pain was harsh and she moved spasmodically for an instant beneath him, but he watched without sympathy while she flinched, emitting a long low groan from deep in her throat. He enjoyed that, he liked hearing her moan in pain, and he meant to repay her for each fucking hour they had wasted in aimless walking and idle conversation in the woods. When they could have been screwing like bunnies back in the hotel room, she had been demanding that he court her like a new girlfriend. Christ, he had waited an entire year for this time together, and now that he had her he was going to run the show, and she would damn well accept it even if she didn't like the idea of his semen-bloated prick stuck all the way up into her prissy little belly.

He shoved again, delighting again, delighting in her deep whimpering groans – but suddenly he could wait no longer. He rammed forward like a pile-driver, sinking the tip of his heavily burgeoning penis all the way back into the deepest recesses of her wetly clinging vagina, flicking the head of his prick at the end of each plunging movement. Damn, despite her faults, that hot pussy of hers felt delicious; he could feel his balls slap against her nakedly clenched behind as she burrowed her rapidly squirming buttocks harshly into the sand, attempting to escape the cruel sudden impalement. Her legs jerked out wide on either side of his long tensed body, her heels digging helplessly into the ground.

"Bob! Bob! Noooo, noooo!" she screamed, her face contorting in pain, but with each jerk of her writhing torso the huge head ground more deeply into her. She flexed her muscles tightly together attempting to ward off the huge plunging cudgel; but the throb of her internal sinews seemed to incite it more and it plowed its way deeper and deeper into her vainly resisting passage, the walls of her cringing young cunt clasping around it like a Vaseline filled glove.

Bob flexed the invading pole against her moistly clinging walls, expanding it inside her, and watched her from above with a lascivious grin on his lips. He wanted her to be aware of every inch of his presence, to insinuate his greater strength on her resisting consciousness until it was so firmly imbedded on her inner mind that she never forgot it. He could see his success in her face. Her features were contorted with pain and her lips curled back from her teeth, pleading incoherent whimpers coming from deep in her throat. Her arms shot out, palms against his hips, in a useless attempt to hold back the blunt head jerking against her womb like a hot crushing fist.

He'd never fucked her this deep, he gloated to himself, but now this proud little bitch of a wife was going to get it like he should have done it to her long ago. His head reeling with his own power, he withdrew the deeply imbedded instrument until only the blunt tip of the head still rested in her helplessly quivering vagina. He smiled maliciously at the look of relief and hope that swept over her angelic looking face. Then, without any prior warning, he rammed forward from the tip of his toes, banging his cock against her womb with every ounce of his bitter strength. He wanted to destroy the bitch in his wife; he wanted to crawl up inside her and fill her with his own emotion that was rapidly changing from anger to wild uncontrollable passion.

He could feel the heat already building in his balls as he looked down at the full throbbing length of his member slithering out of her helplessly exposed vagina. Then he could hear the wet flat smack of flesh on flesh as her crotch was smashed by his belly. All thoughts of anger and vengeance rapidly dissolving, his body dropped down heavily on her, mashing her full ripe tits tightly against his chest. He locked his mouth over hers, thrusting his wet tongue deep in her throat and stifling her low animal groan that seemed to form there as from a great distance. His hands pushing against the backs of her fearfully trembling thighs, kept her locked in a vulnerable position as he began to move steadily in and out of her. Reaching around beneath them, he forced his hands between the ground and the resiliently flexing cheeks of her ass, cupping them in his spread fingers and palms, pulling the white rounded cheeks apart until his fingers accidentally made contact with the tight small outline of her anus.

It was then that he had gone mad. He grunted heavily and just began to fuck her, ramming in and out of her like a crazed animal, his hands pushing her knees far apart and his groin slapping hard against her pinkly exposed crotch. His straining fingers moved across her flatly squashed buttocks and the smoothly curving fullness of her inner thighs, pulling and pawing at the yielding flesh… Then he was digging his rigid fleshy column all the way down inside of her violently struggling belly, feeling the warm wet walls of her pussy wrapped smoothly and pulsating tightly around it. He ground his hands painfully into her asscheeks and lifted her groin up to him, the only thought in his mind now that of spewing the hot sticky cum building in his balls and racing madly down the length of his cock deep into that wet warmly clasping receptacle up between her wide-held legs.

"Christ! I'm cumming!" his own voice came from afar.

And then he felt his whole being jerk as though he had been stuck with a pin, and his hips writhed tight against her groin as his cock erupted in the warm wet interior of her cunt and his hot thick liquid squirted into her like the rush of raging water through a small storm drain. His cock softened and oozed in a soft mass of flesh, yet he could still feel the last droplets of cum trickling deep up inside her flooded belly from the head of his rapidly deflating cock.

And then that was all.

He rolled off of her, his consciousness returning, and confronted his limply spread-eagle bride. Her face ran with tears and her usually apple-pink cheeks were pale with outraged pain and humiliation as she raised her eyes to the sky.

"I guess I got carried away," he sat up and looked hopefully at her, trying to make a joke of it.

She didn't answer. His stomach sank as he saw her lips twist in a bitter smile.

"I hope I didn't hurt you."

Silence.

He had never seen anyone look so defeated or exhausted, and it frightened him. He picked up the towel and began massaging it tenderly over the wet streams of his cum shining in the fire-light in thin white trails down her legs. It was almost worse when she didn't flinch or suddenly jerk his hand away, and he threw the towel into the bushes, a terrible sinking feeling of guilt sweeping over him.

"It'll never happen again. Really, it won't. I promise."

No answer.

He stood up and looked down at her a moment, then walked into the bushes to get his clothes.

Jane pulled herself up to a sitting position and methodically pulled her bra, bikini panties, and shorts over her bruised body. Every muscle in her torso and legs trembled when she stood up and surveyed the tussled blanket where the brutal rape had taken place only moments before. She turned slowly from the dwindling campfire and began walking down the darkened beach. Bob was still in the bushes, probably smoking a cigarette and drinking rum until he gained his composure and returned to make more apologies about how he had acted. But it was all so useless, she said to herself as she walked toward a promontory of rock that stood out a few hundred yards from their campsite. Their vacation was now utterly destroyed, and there was nothing either of them could do to change the cold facts: she had tried being responsive to her husband's advances, but he had failed to treat her with the gentleness that a woman really enjoyed. The rest was ugliness and vicious brutality, and right now she dared not even think about it. She would walk ahead of him, taking a short cut through the woods and she'd be in bed before he returned to the lodge.

She turned up a narrow footpath and climbed a hillside into the woods. She had been on these trails many times, and tonight with a full moon she'd have no trouble finding her way back to the lodge. The forest was quite spectacular this evening with shafts of silvery light dappling the tree trunks and bushes, and Jane suddenly realized how the solitude of these North Carolina woods could bring a person back to the simple realities of life. She'd been raised in a small country town not very far away from here, and she had always found her return after several years away an invigorating experience. Although Bob enjoyed fishing and hunting somewhat, it was always difficult for him to unwind in a quiet setting and, unimportant as this might have seemed, it was yet another difference between the two of them that bothered her. He was a man of action and reveled in the fast hectic pace of the city, while she considered herself more passive and introspective by nature.

She stood at the hilltop and looked down the long ledges of shadowed rock toward the water. The lake was still and all signs of the beach campfire had disappeared in the darkness. Turning and lighting a cigarette, she gave one last thought to Bob, then moved off through a thicket into the woods. Tears welled in her eyes and she smiled and shrugged to herself at her foolishness. Yes, she was crying and she was enjoying it, and she repeated a line of poetry to herself about the woods and darkness that increased her sadness but made her feel warm and good.

The shapes of trees and bushes along the path grew dim as clouds covered the moon, and she stumbled along, missing her step, then regaining her vision as her tears dried. The line of trees and sprawling boulders became confusing to her for a moment – then she saw that she had made an incorrect turn in the darkness, and she wheeled around, trying to retrace her steps. She stopped again, looking up and sighting a sharp sloping hillside and a line of jagged pine darkening the horizon to her left.

She was lost.

She paused, looking down through a break in the thick undergrowth and scolded herself for her self-absorption. She had done a lot of hiking before and she had known that even familiar areas could become a confused maze of unrecognizable landmarks in the dark; but tonight, in her anger, she had let her mind stray from the immediate task of returning to the lodge.

She began walking down the hillside back to the lake, but after some minutes she became aware that she had wandered into a rocky gully with rims of rock jutting along its sides; she had trouble with her balance, falling from time to time onto her knees as she struggled toward the valley below.

After several hours of half-stooping and crawling, she finally reached the base of the gully. Here, the land flattened out and the dense cover of trees thinned to let in enough moonlight to make out the tops of hills and the tree line above her. She bit her lips half in anger, half in fear, and for the second time that night she fought off a flood of tears. God, Bob was probably half-crazed about where she had wandered off to, and if he was angry with her at this moment she couldn't see any real reason to blame him. Now that she had been lost for half the night she became frightened not only for her immediate safety, but wondered if she would be able to trace herself back to the lake in daylight.

Daylight came and she was still no closer to the lake than she had been that night. Her feet and legs ached and a gnawing in her stomach reminded her that she had to have something to eat. Earlier she had drunk some spring water and had eaten a handful of blackberries, but that had only stimulated her hunger. The sun rose and burned down through the branches, pounding steadily into her head. She tried to keep a straight path, guessing that the lake was to the East, and she followed the trajectory of the sun as much as she could across increasingly rough countryside. By mid-afternoon she realized that she had misjudged the direction of the lake. Her hunger was more insistent now, and she sensed that she was weakening. She slipped and fell more often, rising up more slowly each time, and still she followed the sun, assuring herself that at least she wasn't retracing her steps.

Then it began to grow dark. She stumbled on, following the sun as it settled into the hills, falling then rising up and plunging on mindlessly into the dusk. The tendons in her calves ached and her rib-cage heaved painfully as she pressed her last ounce of energy into climbing the hill in front of her. At the top she had a good view of the surrounding woods, and she lowered herself to the ground and gazed down into the darkened valley below. No familiar landmarks – no signs of civilization. She bent over, lying on the leaves and clutched her stomach, trying to force back the tears. Then suddenly she was asleep.

She awoke at dawn, aching with a hunger that had grown more intense during the night. Now she had to find food – it was no longer a matter of merely making her way out of the woods. She descended the hill and struck out across the valley floor towards a stream she had seen from the hilltop. The sun was already warm on her back and she realized that soon it would be quite hot. At the stream she ate some berries and attempted, without success, to catch some fish in her hand. Then she moved on, slapping her face from time to time to keep alert.

She rested again that afternoon and woke up at dusk. She continued walking and half-stumbling in a daze of exhaustion and hunger into denser forest. A few hours after sunset the moon rose and illuminated the landscape so that she could see more clearly where she was. She broke through some low brush and walked quickly toward a space of meadow that opened up along the edge of another stream. Up ahead, shining out of a clump of trees, she thought she saw a light. Probably a rock reflecting the moonlight, she thought, and continued on, immersed again in self-pity and deepening hunger.

Some moments later the light appeared again through a stand of trees at the far end of the valley. She felt a chill race over her body as she worked up the courage to approach whoever was camped out there in the darkness.