“You have no right to touch me!” Bringing my knee up, I manage to hit him in the balls. It winds him enough to give me the chance to shove him hard and squeeze past.
There’s no sign of another way out other than through the room he came from, so I aim for there, and hope it leads to an exit.
“You little cunt! Get back here!” he groans.
I make it into the room and see a fire exit on the other side. His footsteps are right behind me as I push it open so hard that I tumble out.
“Zack!” I scream, sprinting as fast as I can around to the front of the building. His car is there, but he’s still missing. Did something happen to him?
“Come here!” The man from inside stumbles toward me, one hand cupping his balls, the other outstretched to grab me.
My options are extremely limited. The car’s no longer viable. Without Zack I can’t leave on the road. The woods it is then.
Picking up my skirt, I circle the building and aim for the trees. If I’m fast enough, I can find a hiding spot and figure out my next steps from there.
The blood rushing in my ears has me losing track of whether or not I’m still being pursued, but I don’t stop running. Not until I come to a sudden halt by smacking face-first into something solid.
“There you are.” Zack smiles down at me, and wraps his arms around my shoulders like he’s embracing a long-lost love.
I clutch at his shirt, panic clear in my voice as I whisper, “We have to leave, now!”
Zack keeps on smiling at me.
“Why the hell are you smiling? What are you even doing out here? The guy back there is a total creep! You left me alone with him, you asshole!”
He grabs my chin, and runs his thumb over my bottom lip. “I never knew nuns had such dirty mouths. Is the rest of you this filthy?”
A twisted feeling starts up deep in my belly, and I force myself to fight it. Now is not the time to get lured in by this guy.
“Get off me!” I twist in his grasp, and he uses the movement to his advantage to spin me around, and pin my back to his chest. Something cold and sharp presses to my throat.
“Calm down, little sinner. Wouldn’t want Daddy coming down to smite you now, would we? I quite like the sound of doing that myself,” he purrs in my ear, and all the air whooshes from my lungs as he grinds his hard length into my ass.
My skin goes cold from fear, but my insides are as hot as hell.
I’ve always been a sinner, never good enough for anyone to respect. Not even myself. Any shred of dignity I was clinging to has been disintegrated by the shamefulheat brought on in my body by his touch. I didn’t think I was so bad that a tattooed stranger holding a knife to my throat could turn me on. Yet, here I am, in his grasp and damp between my legs.
Pressing his nose to the back of my head, Zack inhales sharply and sighs.What the hell? Is he smelling me?
I feel his cock twitch against me.
“You’re a pervert like all the others!” I fight against him, attempting to kick him, but no matter what I do he doesn’t budge.
With one hand still pressing the knife to my throat, he moves the other up to my breast and squeezes.
“No bra?” he asks, flicking his thumb back and forth over my nipple. I’m not about to tell him that they’re not allowed as part of my garb. He’d only ask more questions.
My nipples are embarrassingly hard from the cold night air and his stimulations. He pinches one between his fingers, making me moan, and my eyes flutter shut as the pain has my clit pulsing.
“Oh, I like that. I like that a lot,” he chuckles. “Do it again. Moan like a dirty whore for me.”
“Screw you,” I gasp.
A branch snapping stops his assault on my breast, and I open my eyes to see the long-haired man from the gas station watching us from between the trees.
“Looks like your repentance will have to wait. We have company.”
“Please, help me!” I call out to the man.
