Fulfilling a Lifetime Wish

A young teen meets with a man she meets online with dire consequences.

Chapter 1

Friday night had finally come around once more, and once again Heather had invited her best friend Natalie over. They had had a sleepover so many times in their lives that Natalie had practically become a member of the family herself, and vice versa. Now that they were both 18 and it was their senior year of high school, they were probably too old for such things. But that didn’t stop them. Oftentimes they weren’t even planned, when one of them would just fall asleep at the others house while watching TV.

This evening found the two teenage girls sprawled out on their bellies on Heather’s bed, a laptop open in front of them. Heather, a dark-haired brunette with long, wavy hair that normally framed her thin face but was currently pulled back in a ponytail, giggled as she watched her friend type. She was wearing a pair of dark blue pajama pants and a simple white tank top displaying a palm tree and the word “California” in cursive. She was almost flat-chested, and despite the shirt hanging low she showed only an inkling of cleavage.

They were on a website called the “Avocado Club” which was dedicated to the singer, Billie Eilish. Natalie was a massive fan, and had found the webpage one day while she was bored. Browsing through it, she discovered that there was a chat room feature built-in to the site and she had decided to check it out, because she was apparently more bored than she realized.

And as it happened, she had found several people in the chat room that she actually shared interests with. They didn’t just talk about Billie Eilish, either. She had made what she thought were legitimate friends there.

Finding friends wasn’t always easy for Natalie. She was a somewhat heavier girl, and she had worn dark, rectangular glasses ever since she was little. Her wavy hair was dirty blonde and shoulder length. Her face was round and covered in freckles, and was actually very cute. She had a beautiful smile and an easy laugh, but she had low self esteem and confidence, and as a result her circle of friends was small.

Currently Natalie was chatting with a boy she had met in the chat room, the one she knew only as MysteryMan21. She was dressed in a pair of pink, fuzzy pajama pants with the word “Sexy” written on her round ass, and a black tank top that displayed her much more ample breasts. Leaning forward on the bed her D-cup breasts dangled enticingly beneath her, and they jiggled as she typed and laughed at the screen.

‘So what are you and your friend doing at your sleepover? Sounds kinky,’ MysteryMan21 types across the screen. ‘Wish I was there!’

‘I bet you do,’ Natalie typed back. She looked at Heather and they both giggled again. ‘What would you do if you were with me now?’

They waited for his response, watching the other people in the chat have their own conversations. One of the other regular chatters joked that they should go into DM. Finally, his screen name flicked onto the screen once more.

‘Baby, I would just want to hold you, mostly. Just to feel you close to me. Maybe kiss you if you let me. If you wanted to go further, that would be up to you.’

The words sounded perfect, like they were designed to be exactly what she wanted to hear. Which of course they were.

Heather and Natalie giggled again and put their heads together, like long time friends will do. Then Natalie reached for the keys again and, under her moniker of NattyGirl18, she typed, ‘Do you want to go further with me?’

MysteryMan21 suddenly typed a single emoji, the sweating hot face.

“Oh no, he can’t get out of it that easy,” Heather laughed, then pulled the laptop around towards herself and began to type under Natalie’s name. ‘I want to know. We should go into private and you can tell me there.’

Natalie starts laughing and she smacks Heather’s arm. “Are you crazy? We don’t know anything about this guy, really. We…we shouldn’t…,” she looked embarrassed suddenly, her face turning red.

Heather shrugs. “We know he likes Billie Eilish. And he’s willing to admit it.” Natalie smacks her again. “I’m always guessing he’s 21 based on his name. Besides, haven’t you been talking to him for awhile now?”

Natalie nods. “Yeah, about a month. He’s really cool…” she trails off.

“And you’ve never been in a private chat with him?” Heather looks at her incredulously.

“Wellll…” Natalie starts, a grin on her face, now burning with embarrassment.

“You have? And you didn’t tell me?!” Heather exclaims, her eyes wide but a smile spreading across her face regardless. “You bitch!” She grabs a pillow and smacks Natalie with it, who is now laughing.

“Maybe once,” Heather looks at her again and Natalie shrugs. “Maybe two or three times. We talk dirty to each other, it’s hot. I didn’t tell you cause,” she shrugs. “I guess I thought you’d think it was weird or something.”

“Maybe a little,” she answers, and this time Heather shrugs. “But like you said it’s kind of hot.”

The screen flickers in front of them as other chats float by. MysteryMan21 doesn’t answer in the main chat, however, as a new pop-up suddenly blinks above the room indicating a direct message from him. Heather quickly navigates the cursor to it and opens the window.

‘I was hoping you’d ask that. I’ve been thinking about you all day,’ he has sent in the DM. This is followed by a heart and a flower bouquet emoji.

‘Did you touch yourself when you thought of me?’ Natalie types back, followed by a winky face, and both girls giggle.

‘A little hard to do at work. I was hoping you would touch me now,’ is the flirtatious response.

The girls giggle again, and they kick their legs behind them. This time Heather takes the laptop again. ‘That’s a little hard to do over a computer,’ she types, then grins.

There is a pause for a moment as MysteryMan21 seems to be thinking. The three dots appear and reappear multiple times, as if he was typing something and then changing his mind, unsure of how to say what he was thinking. Finally, his reply appears, shorter than they expected.

‘It’s too bad we can’t actually see each other. I bet you live really far away.’ This is followed by a sad face emoji.

The girls raise their eyebrows and look at each other. Suddenly they start to giggle again. Natalie turns the laptop back and prepares to type a response, still smiling. She is very pretty when she smiles.

‘I live in Willow Creek, IL,’ she types back, knowing there’s no way her small town will be anywhere close to his. But they are both shocked by his reply.

‘OMG, no way!’ MysteryMan21 has answered. ‘I live on the edge of Chicago. I know where that is!’

Natalie is speechless. That was impossible, there was no way that her and her secret online boyfriend actually lived so close to each other. A grin spreads slowly across her face as she stares at her friend, and Heather grins back.

“Ohmygodohmygodohmygod!” Natalie suddenly squealed in delight, all in a rush. She stood up on Heather’s bed and began jumping up and down on it, laughing. Her large, voluptuous breasts bounced up and down inside her tank top, unhindered by a bra. “I could actually meet my Mystery Man!” she laughs.

Heather looks doubtful. “I don’t know, Nat. Is it really a good idea to meet him already? He could be some weirdo or something.”

“Oh, shut up, party pooper. He’s super cool. He’s not a weirdo. Trust me, I know him.” Natalie jumps off her bed, hitting the floor a little hard. There is a thumping sound downstairs as someone is disturbed.

“You know him after talking to him online for a few days?” Heather asks with a raised eyebrow, but before Natalie can answer, there is a pounding on their door.

“Not so loud, girls, ok?” they hear Heather’s mom say quietly through the door.

“Sorry, Mom,” Heather says, and she gives Natalie a look.

“It’s ok. Think I’m going to bed. Your father will be up soon when he’s done with his work. Goodnight.” her mom says through the door, then her footsteps can be heard shuffling away.

“Night…” Heather says vaguely. Her mom’s message was clear enough - her Dad was working, so they needed to be quiet.

Another message appears on the screen. ‘We should make plans to meet in person somewhere. I can drive out there this weekend.’

Natalie’s eyes grow huge. It’s so sudden. She looks at Heather, who frantically shakes her head no. She makes a pained expression at her best friend, as if to say, ‘please?’ and Heather merely glares at her. She takes the laptop, turning it towards her, and prepares to respond.

“What are you going to say?” Heather asks seriously.

“I’m just going to tell him that I think it’s too soon,” Natalie says, and prepares her answer. She types quickly. Before Heather can grab it and yank it back, she hits Send and giggles.

Heather reads what her friend has sent to the strange man she just met online and scowls. ‘We should, I’ll DM you later.’

“You fucking idiot!” she scolds her. “Why would you do that? He could be some crazy psycho or something!”

“No he’s not…” Natalie laughs and waves a hand dismissively. “He’s a really nice guy.”

“So why do you have to DM him later, then? If he’s so nice why can‘t you talk to him now?”

“Because you’re being a bitch and won’t let me do it, so I guess I’ll have to make plans with him when you’re not around!” Natalie snaps. “Seriously, Heather, it’s not a big deal, shit…” She sits up on the bed, still holding her laptop. On the screen MysteryMan21 has answered her with the simple response “ok,” which seems to end it for now. She closes the chat window.

“So what are you going to do? You going to go home and make plans with him, then?” Heather argues. The fun of the chat room is obviously over as the two girls begin to lose their temper.

Natalie slaps her laptop shut and stands up. “Maybe I just will. I don’t need this crap.” She storms out of the bedroom carrying her laptop under one arm. She lives only two houses away, so going home for the night is a simple feat.

“Fine, go then! Get killed!” Heather says angrily after her. Immediately afterwards her father passes in the hallway outside, and he stops and peeks his head in.

“I see Natalie left,” he says calmly. Her father Brad is an average looking man, with plain brown hair combed to the side and a thin face. He wears a pair of wire glasses that make his blue eyes look larger, and his demeanor is quiet and shy. A thin man, he is nevertheless handsome in a very normal sort of way. “Probably cause you told her to get killed.” He smiles thinly.

“Oh, sorry, Dad.” she says, and sits up. “It’s just….girl stuff….” she trails off. “Natalie and I were fighting over this show we both like,” she finishes lamely.

“A show? You want to kill her over a show?” Her father looks at her knowingly. “If you say so, sweetie. Good night.” He closes the door again.

“Night, Dad,” Heather says, then lies back on her bed. She would have to get in touch with Natalie in the morning, before she did something stupid.

Thinking about how, she falls asleep.

Chapter 2

The next day, Heather sleeps in. It’s Saturday, and her and Natalie had been up a bit late the night before. She was concerned about her friend but she didn’t think anything was going to happen this early. She had a feeling that most internet stalkers did most of their stalking at night, and besides, she was still kind of mad at her.

Around 2 pm she finally heads over to Natalie’s house. She was sort of hoping her friend would come to her first, but no such luck. Now she was the one that had to go and beg forgiveness. And yet, she didn’t, because she still believed Natalie was making a mistake.

Natalie’s mother answered the door when Heather knocks, and seems surprised to see her.

“No, sweetie, she isn’t here. She went out earlier. I kind of figured you two were together, actually.” her friend’s mom says. She’s a very heavyset woman with short blonde hair. Today she is wearing what appears to be a Hawaiian muumuu.

“Do you know where she went?” Heather asks, suddenly nervous.

“Pretty sure she said she was going to the mall. That’s why I thought you two were going together.” Now Natalie’s mom sounds nervous as well.

“The mall?” Heather frowned. She wasn’t even sure where there was a mall nearby. “Ok, thanks. I’ll guess I’ll try calling her, instead.”

Natalie’s mom looks at her desperately, apparently clueless to such technology. She shakes her head, her eyes wide.

Heather opens her phone and quickly calls her friend, as she has done a thousand times before. She waits, listening to the ringing sound, until after four rings it is automatically picked up by voicemail. She hangs up without leaving a message and instead opens her texts. She sends a quick, ‘Hey, where are you? Your mom is worried’ to her friend, getting annoyed now.

“Well…?” Natalie’s mom asks, looking panicked.

“She didn’t answer. I’m going to keep trying though, plus I sent her a text.” The last thing she needs now is Natalie’s mom having a panic attack.

She paces for a minute in the driveway, Natalie’s mom standing there looking helpless and worried. Heather’s mind races, trying to figure out where her friend could have gone. She doesn’t have a car, so if she walked there it couldn’t be too far…

That’s when there is a notification sound on her phone, indicating an incoming text. She quickly opens it and reads the text her friend has sent back, her blood running cold. ‘Meeting my mystery man. Back later, don’t tell mom’

Heather shakes her head in frustration, and ignores Natalie’s mother when she suddenly squawks, “what?!” The text didn’t give any indication of where she actually went. Instead, it just said that she had gone off to meet a potential serial killer. She rapidly types her response. ‘Please tell me where. Just in case he is a psycho. Promise I won’t come now’

There is a long pause, and Heather begins to get frustrated that she isn’t going to tell her. Finally, there is a single word sent back in reply. ‘Cemetery.’

Ominous, yes, but it made sense. Their housing development was close to the local cemetery but not much else, so if Natalie was walking somewhere it was a logical landmark. It was also very large. Meaning Natalie could still be anywhere, with plenty of places to hide. Not to mention, if her mystery man was driving, there was a good chance he would simply pick her up and they would go somewhere else. She could be gone by the time Heather arrived.

“I think I know where she is,” she tells Natalie’s mom, and explains it to her. She seems relieved by the news. Of course, Heather leaves out the part about the internet predator.

“I’m going to walk over there and see if I can find her. We’ll be back later,” she tells the suddenly relieved mom. “I promise.”

She turns and rushes off, probably faster than she should have.

Chapter 3

When Natalie reached the cemetery, she had kind of hoped that she would see a car parked somewhere, either along the side of the road or even in the cemetery itself on one of the many small roads. But the place looks deserted, as dead as the residents that called it home. The sun shone brightly on the perfectly manicured landscaping, and twinkled in the small pond that decorated one corner. The headstones were in decent condition, many of them very old, especially in the back. But there was a groundskeeper that came at least once a week and the area was quaint and pretty.

Natalie walked along one of the paths, making her way towards the back corner where the pond was. There seemed to be a family of ducks paddling through it and she wanted to see the babies. Plus it was within view of the road, and would allow her Mystery Man to find her easily when he arrived.

She was wearing a summer dress that she usually saved for special occasions. It was fairly short, stopping just above her knees, and was decorated with large butterflies on a field of dark blue. A very colorful and happy dress, which seemed like just the thing right now.

Probably because she was happy. Forget what her stickler of a friend thought, she only lived once and she was tired of going through life without being kissed. Unlike Heather, she had never had a boyfriend, and now was her chance to change that.

As a result she had dressed up special for the affair, and had paid extra attention to her hair and makeup. The usually loose blonde hair was now pulled back over one ear with a clip, and there was a small braid hanging within it. She had put on a subtle touch of blush to even her skin tone, and a bit of gloss lipstick to make her lips appear plump and shiny. Her cleavage was displayed prominently underneath the thin lace of her dress, and she felt incredibly sexy. Her eyes shone underneath her black nerd glasses, and even these added to the sultriness in a ‘sexy-teacher’ sort of way.

As she reached the pond, the ducks all rushed over to her, quacking frantically. Obviously these were park ducks, accustomed to being fed bread and other unhealthy snacks from visitors. Natalie didn’t have anything to give them, and told them so apologetically. The ducks continued to battle each other for space regardless, until she finally moved on. As she walked along the path, the ducks kept pace in the water.

She was starting to wonder if maybe the whole thing wasn’t just some sort of a trick, after about an hour of walking around the cemetery. She had read many of the gravestones, had made herself sad by visiting the children’s section, and finally found herself back near the pond. There was a bench there, and she took a seat in it to catch her breath. During this time she looks at her phone, and answers her friend’s desperate texts.

Maybe it’s because she is preoccupied with it, but she doesn’t see the man with the gun that walks up behind her. The shadows came from almost directly above at this time of day, and the man was careful to keep himself positioned directly behind her. Before he gave her a chance to move, the gun was pressed against the back of her skull.

“Don’t turn around if you want to live,” he whispered menacingly. The voice was low and sinister.

Natalie froze. Her heart immediately started to pound in her chest, and her legs turned to jelly. She could feel the hard metal of the gun barrel pressing into the back of her head painfully, and she didn’t doubt that it was loaded. Whoever this was, she had to do what she was told or else.

“I want you to put this on your head,” the voice whispers, and suddenly a black cloth sack is dropped into her lap.

Natalie looks at the sack and nods weakly. She’s terrified at what this all means but knows that she can’t do anything to stop it. Despair begins to settle on her heart as she realizes that her friend was right. It was too dangerous to meet people that she met online. Only now she was afraid that she had learned the lesson too late.

The gun nudges her, telling her silently to hurry, and Natalie reaches down and picks up the sack. Slowly, hoping it doesn’t suffocate her, she slides it down on top of her head. The world goes black. She lets out an involuntary whimper as she realizes she is completely helpless now.

“Don’t make a sound or I’ll be forced to hurt you,” the sinister voice growls, and for a moment Natalie almost swears she recognizes it.

“…please…” she whispers despite the warning. But instead of hurting her, a hand suddenly reaches out and grabs a hold of her left breast. It pulls it out of her dress for a moment, exposing the nipple to the cold air, and begins to gently massage it, occasionally pinching. It grows hard, and she whimpers again, trying to resist the pleasure this for some reason gives her.

Without another word, her breast is shoved roughly back into her dress, and the hand grabs her by the arm. She feels herself being dragged across the park, and finds herself shocked that this can be done so openly in public. She knew she lived in a small town, but not an empty one. She considers screaming for help, but she also knows this will prompt her attacker to hurt her, and she has a strong aversion to pain.

The smooth grass that she feels beneath her feet quickly switches to rough dirt, and she can feel tree roots and sticks under foot. She realizes that her attacker has simply dragged her further away from the road, behind the pond and into the forest that surrounds the cemetery. So he isn’t shoving her into his car and driving her away to an unknown location. This is a huge relief to her, and she is extremely grateful that her friend at least had the foresight to ask where she was. And that she had gotten over her anger enough to tell her.

“This is far enough,” the voice whispers, and she stops. She doesn’t know how far into the forest they have walked, and when her attacker suddenly yanks the sack off her head, returning her vision, it is still unclear. There are trees on all sides, and no sign of the cemetery. In front of her is a small clearing, with a large log covered in moss off to the side. They are obviously pretty far in, and her heart sinks. Even if Heather comes to the cemetery, it seems doubtful that she will find her here.

Almost like he is reading her mind, the voice growls, “No one is going to find us here. Now give me your phone.”

Again Natalie could swear she recognizes the voice. Without turning around, she pulls out her phone and hands it behind her. Her assailant takes it without a word.

“Please,” she pleads. “Are you my Mystery Man? You were so nice, before. Why? Why are you doing this?”

There is a derisive snort behind her. “I’ve been wanting this for a long time. Years, even. Now shut up.”

She’s confused. How could he have been wanting her for years? But she isn’t given the chance to ask. Her Mystery Man suddenly slams the butt of his gun into her right shoulder blade, and a jolt of pain shoots down her arm. She cries out, and grabs her elbow. “Ahhhh…!” she whines, and starts to turn around, but before she can, she is shoved roughly to the ground.

Landing on her bad shoulder, Natalie stumbles and falls forward, almost hitting her face on a rock. She cries out again, and tries to roll over so that she can lift herself back up. Panic overcomes her as she realizes that her attacker is not messing around. She needs to escape. She tries to scramble to her feet, but the man suddenly grabs her by the hair and yanks her head back.

“Stop, now. This is only making it worse, Natalie.” The attacker calls her by name, and she goes silent and limp. She can see now that her assailant is wearing a mask of his own, only this one is a simple ski mask, like a bank robber. And how does he know her real name?

“Who are you? What do you want?” she says desperately, mostly because it seemed like the proper thing to say.

“I want you to do what I tell you,” the voice whispers. “Without argument. So I don’t have to end this by killing you and leaving your body here in the woods.”

Natalie whimpers at this threat, but she nods her head frantically. “I will,” she says quickly. “I’ll be good, I promise.”

“Good,” the voice whispers, quieter this time. “If you do what I tell you, I’ll finish, and you can go home unharmed.” Pause. “Mostly. Now turn around.”

Natalie can’t help the tears that begin to flow. She tries to hold them in and be strong, but her breath hitches badly and suddenly they are pouring down her face, staining her makeup. She turns slowly around, like she was told, and stands there looking at her attacker, her chest shaking and her arms crossed in a defensive gesture. Her breasts jiggle gently every time a sob racks her body.

“Please…” she chokes. “Please don’t hurt me. I didn’t do anything, I…I just want to go home…” her voice trails off, a sad whine that fades out at the end futilely.

“And you will, Natalie. After I’m finished.” The man says, and he moves towards the large, fallen log. She backs away from him as passes near, and hugs herself tighter, but he simply sits down on the log and crosses his legs. The gun is still in his hand, a Walther PPK .380 most commonly used in suburban homes for self defense. He looks down at it as if he forgot it was there, then he looks back up at Natalie.

“I want you to take off your dress.” he says matter-of-factly. “I want to see your body. I think you have a beautiful body underneath there and I’ve always wanted to see it.”

“Who ARE you?” she suddenly blurts, then quickly lowers her head, afraid she just crossed a line. When there is no retaliation and the man remains seated on the log, she looks up again. “How…how do you know my name?”

The man seems to chuckle, and he shakes his head. “It’s easy to find people’s real names online. I’ve been through all your social media accounts. I’ve seen your pictures on Instagram.” He pauses. “I love the ones of you on the beach a few years ago, wearing that blue bikini. I have them saved.”

Natalie lets out another sob, feeling more violated now than ever. So the man had been cyber stalking her for awhile. The thought was terrifying.

“And now, here you are.” he says, and spreads his arms in a wide, sweeping gesture, as if presenting her. “And I have you alone in the woods at gunpoint. And I want you to take off your dress.”

Chapter 4

Natalie’s body shakes harder as the sobs come faster, but she keeps her mouth clenched tight, trying to resist. The tears pour down her face from underneath her rectangular glasses. Moving slowly, still hugging herself with crossed arms, she reaches over and pulls the strap down off of one shoulder. She looks over at the man, who is watching her with quiet interest.

Trying to maintain control, Natalie reaches up to her other shoulder and pushes down the second strap. Physics dictates the dress should now be falling off of her, but she is holding it up herself with her crossed arms. She presses up on her large D-cups as she attempts to support it.

The man just looks at her as she stands there whimpering, her boobs jiggling with every sob, the fabric of her dress intertwined around her fingers. The top hem is starting to droop from all the motion despite her best efforts, and he can already see a generous amount of her breasts and cleavage.

“Let me see,” the man says softly, almost soothingly. “Don’t drop it all at once, though. Show me slowly.” Despite the mask she can see that the man is smiling. He has begun to breathe heavier as well.

Moving very slowly, her eyes squeezed shut and tears dripping down her cheeks, Natalie starts to lower her arms. As she does, she pulls the dress down with them, still gripping it tightly. The silky fabric slides silently over the pale, rounded globes of her large breasts, and one side catches on her firm nipple before popping loose and falling forward. It floats down over her arms, and now her breasts are completely exposed to the man.

They are large and only slightly sagging under their own weight, a masterful blend of fullness and firmness, and as the cold forest breeze blows over them she feels a shiver down her spine. Both of her nipples are almost painfully sensitive and erect, jutting out like twin plateaus from the slightly darker rosy skin of her areolas. The soft mounds of her breasts are perfect and unblemished, each one creamy white and smooth, and the creases that formed at the base of her cleavage spoke of the tantalizingly soft pleasures they offered. The man found himself mesmerized, lost in the voluptuous curve and swell of her beautiful breasts, unable to look away.

For her own part Natalie stood motionless, keeping her arms crossed in front of her most private area, the blue fabric still wound tightly in her hands. She could feel his gaze upon her skin, and her breasts tingled with the violation, making her feel vulnerable and helpless. She didn’t want to drop the dress completely, to give up that last vestige of modesty she clung to, and yet she knew it was futile.

The man stands up and walks slowly over to her, still holding the gun. Natalie stares at it and flinches instinctively away, her shoulders pulling up and her body twisting to the side. She pulls her arms protectively in front of her, and yet she still clings to the dress. Ultimately, all she accomplishes is to press her breasts suggestively together, making her pose even more provocative.

“Natalie, Natalie…” The man whispers as he draws close. He stops directly in front of her, and she begins to whimper. His hand reaches out for her like a claw, and she lets out a helpless groan of negation, “…nnnaah…!” as he pulls her arms away, letting her breasts drop and making them bounce. He gives them one last adoring look, before finally placing his fingers over the sensitive flesh and squeezing it gently.

She sobs harder, the tender flesh bouncing seductively in his hand, as he begins to move his fingers over the soft warmth of her delicate skin. He traces her nipple with the flat of his thumb, causing her to cry out, and against her own volition she feels herself pushing harder against his hand, her own body traitorously responding despite her disgust and terror. There is a tingling sensation suddenly in her loins that is almost pleasant, and she does her best to ignore it, refusing to acknowledge it.

“You are so beautiful, Natalie,” the man whispers, and the twisted attempt at a compliment makes her feel nauseous. “I don’t know why you’ve never had a boyfriend. I’ve wanted you from the day I met you.”

Natalie cringes as the man continues to massage her right breast, and she shakes her head in negation, confused by his intimate knowledge. “What are you talking about?” she whines through her tears. “I don’t even know you!”

The man pulls his hand away and just looks at her, seemingly trying to decide what to do. Obviously not a normal rapist, he didn’t seem very good at it, either.

Finally he lifts the gun and points it at her calmly. “I think you need to settle down. Remember, I’m the one with the gun here. And I will shoot you if I have to. But please, don’t make me do that.”

“Fuck you…” Natalie spits through her tears. She is crying openly now. “I don’t even know you…” Her voice has become small and childish, not really pleading anymore.

The man chuckles softly to himself. “Yeah, that’s kind of the idea. But we’ll get to that.”

Natalie lets out a sob again at these words, and pulls her arms up again. She succeeds in pressing her breasts together again.

“Drop the dress,” the man finally says impatiently. “Let’s do this already. I want to see you naked. Let’s go.” He waves the gun at her in a ‘hurry up’ gesture.

Natalie considers trying to run, since the man seems so foolish and easygoing, but at the same time she doesn’t trust him with that gun. Oftentimes the most reserved people were the most psychotic, and she intended to get through this alive.

Gradually she pries her fingers apart, releasing the dark blue fabric of the dress from her deathgrip. It falls to the ground with a gentle swoosh, rustling the leaves around it. She step out of it and kicks it to the side.

“The panties, too,” the man growls, and gestures at the pair of white cotton panties she wears. There is a small red bow on the front of them and they are trimmed in red silk. Sexy but practical, planned out for a meeting with a potential new soul mate. They hug the vaguely protruding pooch of her belly tightly, and he can see every sensual curve of her belly leading down to her groin. Her camel toe is wide and pronounced, the plump blossom of her pussy clinging to her panties in a dampened strip.

As she pushes them down slowly, leaning forward and letting her breasts dangle enticingly, she has to lift her legs, first one and then the other, in order to free the cotton from within the folds of her sex. “Please…” she sobs as she strips off the last remnants of her modesty. “Please just let me go. I don’t know who you are, but I promise…” and then the world disappears, replaced by a shimmering swirl of golden specks. The man has suddenly slapped her across the face, hard.

Her head rocks back and she almost falls, caught completely off guard by the blow. A hot sting spreads across her left cheek, and she places her hand over it. Her eyes water and she looks up at the man, a mix of anger of submission on her face.

“I’m pretty sure I told you to shut the fuck up,” he says, his voice sounding strained. He is obviously losing his patience.

“I’m sorry…” she whispers, now standing stiff in front of him. Her panties have been kicked aside and she is completely naked, her soft labial lips looking pale and cold between her legs. Her belly is round and protrudes just a little, certainly not the well-toned body of a supermodel, but rather the slightly pudgy protruding belly of an all-natural woman. It is this that he finds the sexiest about her. The fact that she is a cute, pudgy, normal looking girl that nevertheless has a gorgeous face and incredibly sensuous curves hidden under her usually baggy clothes.

“Natalie, you are amazing. Turn around for me, let me see your ass,” the man says, his breathing heavy now. There is a noticeable bulge in his pants.

Whimpering softly, Natalie turns in a slow circle, putting her body on display for this pervert. She closes her eyes as she does so, trying to shut out the world and the all the shame and humiliation it’s brought her. The man stares at her, eagerly drinking in her body, and his hand reaches up and begins absently touching the bulge.

“Now, you’re going to get a little dirty today,” he says kindly, almost apologetically. “I wish it didn’t have to be outside like this, but my options were limited. Maybe next time we can get a motel room.”

Natalie lets out a loud whimper at the thought of there being a next time with this pervert.

“Right now, I want you to have a seat on the log next to me.” He pats the spot to left. He actually makes a show of trying to brush off the dirt and other crud that collects naturally in the forest, as if that would make a difference. Offering her a clean seat on a dirty log.

She walks ever-so-slowly towards him, her arms wrapped around herself for comfort. She is still crying, and occasionally lets out a small sob. “…please…” she whispers once more, but he doesn’t answer. He just watches her get closer to him with her naked, teenage body, his breathing heavy and erratic.

She turns and begins to sit down on the log next to him, exposing her ass to him in the process. As she starts to lower herself, the bottom of her labia just visible between her legs, the man suddenly reaches up and spanks her. She cries out in pain and surprise as her ass cheeks jiggle, and she makes as if to stand up again. She turns her head and looks at him, the hatred burning in her eyes, but he growls “SIT” at her, fiercely, and in fear and surprise she plops her butt down quickly.

“Good girl,” the man whispers when she is sitting, seemingly trying to keep himself under control. His temper seems liable to break at any moment. He takes a deep breath and lets it out, and Natalie realizes that this man is more dangerous than she thought. He is speaking to her politely because he is trying not to lose control. If that does happen, she will most likely get hurt, and possibly even killed.

“Why don’t you sit back a little and spread your legs, Natalie. Let me see that pussy of yours.” He leans closer to her, speaking almost in her ear now. His voice is low and rich, almost melodic, and the way he is speaking to her, controlling her, is more of a turn-on than she cares to admit even to herself.

She obeys, trying to tilt her body back as much as she can without tipping over off the back of the log. She pushes out her chest, presenting her large, round breasts, her nipples dark and protruding. At the same time, she spreads her legs as wide as she can, ultimately bumping him on his own knee with hers as she sprawls next to him.

“Sorry…” she whispers when their knees touch, and she quickly yanks it away, but the man puts his hand on it and holds it there. Their legs are now pressed closely together, and he begins sliding his hand up her bare thigh, inching slowly closer to her shaved, plump sex.

“That’s ok, Natalie. I’m not offended. In fact, I want you to touch me more.” His voice is deep and soft, and he is speaking directly into her ear now. Between the sensual touch and the soothing tones of his voice, Natalie can feel her body betraying her. Her pussy grows damp and sensitive, the cool air sending excited shivers up her back, radiating outwards from her groin. Her nipples are also painfully erect, and she is nearly squirming with the need to pinch them.

His searching hand makes it to the top of her thigh, where her pussy is on display for him. With her legs spread her labia is parted slightly to reveal the pink flesh within, the tender inner folds glistening as they gently kissed each other, her clit a tiny pearl peeking out from the folds of it’s hood. The man’s groping hand stopped when he reached the top of her leg, and he leaned forward over her, moving his face closer to her groin as if he was trying to get a better view. He lets out a sharp intake of breath, as if he is stunned by what he is seeing, and he whispers, “…my god, Natalie…” softly.

There is something so tantalizing about what was happening to her, that Natalie didn’t know how she was supposed to react. She knew that this was wrong, that she was being abused and most likely raped. But at the same time, she was a young girl with out-of-control hormones who at 18 had never even kissed a boy. What was happening to her now was something she only fantasized about in her bedroom at night. Willingly, of course, with one of the boys from school. Not in this terrifying situation.

The man slips down to the ground, now crouched in front of her. He places one hand on each of her thighs, and then positions himself so that he is kneeling between her legs like he is about to begin praying. His eyes are locked on the plumpness of her mons, and the soft curves extending up to her round belly. He can see faint marks of razor burn and irritation on her nether regions, but her labia is otherwise pink and smooth and glistening with the evidence of her guilty arousal.

Natalie whimpers as the man’s face moves closer, and for the first time, she is seeing him really up close. He has nothing but a ski mask to protect his identity, and once she gets a good look at his eyes and remembers his voice it suddenly crashes in on her who her attacker is.

Mr. Nelson. Better known to her as her best friend Heather’s dad.

Chapter 5

“Mr…Mr. Nelson…?” she whines incredulously. “W-w-why are you doing this…?”

The man, more commonly known as Mr. Bradley Nelson, freezes. His eyes widen and he looks up at her slowly.

“Natalie…” he says quietly. He actually sounds embarrassed to have gotten caught. “I just…I…,” he stumbles. “I’ve always loved you, Natalie. And this is the only way I can have you. I’m sorry, I don’t want to hurt you.”

She sobs harder suddenly, the tears breaking free at this revelation. Her body shakes with her tears and her generous breasts bounce up and down.

“I guess there’s no more reason for this, then, huh?” he says, and suddenly pulls the ski mask off his head. His hair is tousled and there is sweat on his brow. “I’m almost relieved, I didn’t know how I was going to lick your pussy with it on. Plus it was really hot in there.” He pushes back his hair nonchalantly. He sounds almost jovial as he squats in front of his daughter’s best friend, who is now crying openly.

For a moment Natalie thinks that maybe everything was going to be ok, that maybe by discovering the identity of her attacker she had somehow rendered him powerless. That she had won some sort of battle of wits and would now be free to go.

But of course that was just a delightful fantasy. Mr. Nelson was in way too deep now, and there was no going back.

“Well, are you ready for that, Natalie? For getting your pussy licked?” he asks her soothingly, now dropping the original menacing façade altogether. “Cause that’s what I’m going to do now, ok?”

Still crying, she looks down at his face, so wide-eyed and eager to put his tongue on her vagina. The thought of it is both digusting and arousing. Besides the fact that this was her best friend’s father whom she had known since she was little…she peed from there. It always seemed so dirty and unhygienic, and she had told Heather that she would never let a guy do that to her. Now, it was about to be done to her whether she wanted it or not.

Without waiting for her to reply, Mr. Nelson brings his face closer, his nose brushing against her wet folds. He inhales deeply and closes his eyes, savoring her sweet scent, which is potent now from fear. “Mmmmm, Natalie…” he groans. “I think I’ve died and gone to Heaven. I’ve dreamed about this for so long…”

Natalie shakes her head quickly, her eyes still tight from crying. “Please, Mr. Nelson. I’m sorry. I’m so sorry. Just please don’t…”

He looks up at her. “Sorry? For what? You didn’t do anything wrong, Natalie. This is all me. I’m the pervert, not you. So don’t worry, ok? It’s me.” He nods at her reassuringly, as if somehow everything is better with this admission, like he wasn’t still about to violate her against her will. “Now just relax.”

She lets out a choked sob, understanding the depths of Mr. Nelson’s depravity. He openly admitted that he was being sick and perverted, and yet he did it anyway, as if he had no choice in the matter. It was like he thought he was acting against his own will.

She cringed as he began kissing her inner thighs, letting his tongue run over her soft flesh with every peck, inching his way slowly closer to her wet, velvety folds. He groaned softly to himself, obviously lost in the act, his breath hot on her cool skin. She kept her eyes squeezed tightly shut, simultaneously trying to shut out what was happening, and to let herself become lost in it, suddenly unsure of which one she was supposed to be feeling.

When his tongue finally touches her clit, she can’t help but let out a loud moan, “aaaaAAH…!” She wasn’t expecting the sensation to feel so good. His tongue was warm and wet on her cold skin, and he began swirling it gently in a circle around her sensitive nub. She felt his lips close over her pink entrance, felt the warmth of them and the faint prickliness of his five o’clock shadow, and her own breathing quickened. She hated that she was finding this so incredibly enjoyable, knew that she should be disgusted. She couldn’t believe that he seemed so eager to slurp up the juices her genitalia was producing, but he most certainly was. He was moaning with every pass of his tongue, now flicking it over her clitoris quickly. Every once and awhile he would let it slip down in between her hot folds, and he would lick up a generous helping of her vaginal fluid, swallowing it eagerly.

Natalie’s body responds despite her feelings of humiliation, her pussy growing wetter than she thinks it’s ever been. She gripped the sides of the log tightly and leaned back as far as she could, arching her back and giving him a better angle. As Mr. Nelson continued to lap eagerly at her forbidden fruit, she pushed up with her hips, grinding them deeper into his mouth. She couldn’t escape her situation, and so she had decided to simply succumb to it. While she didn’t truly believe Mr. Nelson would shoot her, he was also desperate and unpredictable.

And besides, the way he licked her pussy felt so good. She never imagined that it would feel like this, and now she understood why the girls let their boyfriends do it. Her breathing was growing heavy and she began squeezing her tits, pinching her nipples tightly before letting them go with a jiggle. She bites her bottom lip as she watches him rub his face in her mound, her hips moving in unconscious circles. “Please, Mr. Nelson….” she pleads, showing no indication that she is suffering. “…this isn’t right. You’re married.” She lets out a loud cry of pleasure afterwards, as if negating what she just said.

Running his hand gently up her thigh, Mr. Nelson slips his middle and ring fingers along the wetness of her slit, teasing her for a moment as he continues to suck on her clit. She is moaning openly now, grinding her hips against his face, and as he shoves his two fingers inside of her wet, velvety hole, she lets out a scream of raw, primal arousal. Mr. Nelson begins fucking her with his hand, scratching at her G-spot with his fingers. He moves slowly at first, gauging her tightness and caressing her cervix, but then he picks up speed as she begins to press down, urging him to fingerfuck her harder. He is happy to oblige, pressing his fingers tightly against her slick inner walls as he brings her to orgasm.

She begins by pushing on his head with one dirt-stained hand, trying to make him pull his tongue off her now overly-sensitive clit. She is moving her hips faster as his fingers continue to pump inside of her, and she knows she is about to cum. The tingling sensation in her groin is spreading out in waves more quickly now, making her entire body twitch, and then suddenly her climax crashes over her like a typhoon.

Natalie’s hips thrust upwards hard, grinding against his fingers as her spasming pussy suddenly begins clenching down tightly, caressing his fingers in waves. She feels her juices let go as her legs pull together, and she pours a hot flood of feminine orgasm all over Mr. Nelson’s probing hand. She can’t help but cry out, her whole body suddenly overwhelmed by the rocking sensation.

“Ooooh, fuck yeah….” Mr. Nelson breathes softly as he watches Natalie cum on his hand. He can feel her fluids as they pour out of her, and he does his best to dip his tongue into her slit, catching as much of the hot, salty liquid as he can. Making Natalie orgasm was, for him, like fulfilling a lifetime wish.

As the shaking begins to subside, her pussy clenches a few more times, the pink, glistening lips squeezing together involuntarily. The last few drops of cum dribble down to her asshole, and she whines gently. It’s almost a coo as she watches her assailant’s fingers slip in and out of her most sensitive area.

“Mr. Nelson, I…” she starts, then closes her eyes again as he continues to massage her pussy. “…you just made me…I can’t…” and suddenly the world explodes again, her vision spinning as she experiences a second orgasm, immediately following the first. Her pussy clenches without warning, gripping his fingers tightly with her lips as yet another hot flood of liquid gushes out over his hand. “Ahhhh…oh, my….ah, aahhhhhh…!” Her hips thrust violently upwards into his hand, her pussy clenching and unclenching as she rides out her climax. Her body shakes, every nerve ending tingling, her chest rising and falling rapidly. Then slowly, her breathing returns to normal.

Mr. Nelson pulls back, smiling up at Natalie. His fingers are still buried inside her nether regions, and he wiggles them gently as he talks. “You taste so delicious, like sweet honey.” He smiles, like he’s somehow still hoping for forgiveness after everything that’s happened. “Did you like that, Natalie?”

Without thinking, she slowly nods her head. Her eyes are still squeezed shut and her eyebrows are furrowed in pleasure, her body shaking from the double orgasm. She knows that she is being taken advantage of and should be resisting what is happening, but her desperate teenage body has been craving contact for so long. And it is Mr. Nelson, a man she has known for most of her life and has been like a second father to her. She trusts him - or at least, she did - but she doesn’t really think her life is in danger anymore. He may have his way with her…but killing her?

No, this was Mr. Nelson. He had been with them through countless camping trips and barbeques, had even helped her father build her treehouse in the backyard one year. He was virtually family.

Chapter 6

Heather found herself walking through the cemetery, and just like her friend, she was drawn to the small duck pond first. Just like with Natalie, the ducks all began to gather excitedly in front of her, quacking for food and nipping at each other.

She - like Natalie - found herself apologizing to the ducks that she didn’t bring them anything to eat. She was here to find her friend and needed to stay focused. Feeding the ducks was not on her agenda, and she scanned the rest of the cemetery as she walked halfway around the pond.

There was nothing in the distance for her to see but rows and rows of gravestones. The cemetery was extremely quiet at this time of day and she was pretty certain she was the only one there. Neither Natalie nor her “Mystery Man” were anywhere in sight.

She frowned, unsure of where to go. She began walking away from the pond finally, moving between the rows of gravestones, and keeping an eye out for anything at all. A car, a person, even an article of Natalie’s that indicated a struggle. Something that would at least let her know.

And then she heard it. It was faint, but fortunately for her the cemetery was very quiet. Somewhere in the distance, somebody had cried out, and she would swear the voice had sounded feminine.

She stood stock-still, listening, and when the wind carried the sound of another small whimper, fainter this time, she began running. It was impossible to pinpoint yet but she was certain that it had come from somewhere in the forest. Reaching the edge of the tree-line, she stopped and listened again. Now she was certain. Somebody was crying, somewhere in the forest.

She began moving slowly through the underbrush, trying not to be too loud as she made her way towards what she hoped was her best friend.

Chapter 7

Natalie’s shudders begin to subside, and she feels a single drop of fluid drip from within the quivering folds of her sex. Mr. Nelson, her so-called second father, flicks out his tongue one last time in an effort to catch it before he pulls his face back from between her legs. He slides his fingers out of her wet slit, leaving them curled as he does so, simultaneously giving her one last scratch and collecting as much as her female cum on his palm as he can. His whole hand is sticky with it, and there is a milky-white sheen over the two middle digits that were buried the most deeply inside of her. He pops these two fingers inside of his own mouth and swirls his tongue around, slurping up the forbidden fluid with a groan of pleasure.

“Mr. Nelson, please,” Natalie manages, her voice small and meek. “I won’t tell anybody we did this, but…please just let me go home. This isn’t right. And what about Caroline…I mean, Mrs. Nelson…you’re cheating on her, aren’t you?”

Mr. Nelson’s face turns stony, his gaze on her expressionless all of a sudden. It seems to cloud over at the mention of his wife’s name. “Don’t talk about her. I don’t want to hear her name again right now.” He speaks softly, almost a whisper, but there is a menace in his voice that tells her she should not have brought this up.

She quickly apologizes, her voice nothing but a squeak, as her heart starts to pound faster in her chest. But she has angered him now. He stands up suddenly, the bulge in his pants gone, and he begins unbuckling his belt.

“I think I know how to shut you up finally, Natalie.” His voice has turned low and cold. “It’s the perfect solution for making a woman shut the fuck up already. Not that Caroline ever fucking does it, probably why she’s always bitching at me….” His voice picks up tempo, his own complaining now turning into a diatribe. He finishes with the buckles and clasps on his pants and shoves them down roughly, wasting no time to include his boxer shorts as well.

“I need you to suck on it now.” He says levelly, his voice full of barely contained rage. “You just fucking accused me of cheating on my wife. You spoiled this beautiful moment we had together. And now I need you to fix it.” He takes a step closer to her, his large, hairy penis hanging limply in front of him. She can smell the sweat on his groin, can see the curly pubic hairs clinging to his wrinkled shaft. Her stomach clenches.

“I don’t…I don’t think I can…” she groans, her face a perfect mask of digust.

Without warning, Mr. Nelson suddenly slaps her again, even harder than before. Her head rocks back and she almost falls off the log. Fireworks explode across her vision and she cries out, her jaw suddenly throbbing from the blow. For a minute she thinks he may have broken it somehow.

“Don’t you dare look at my cock like that, Natalie. Like it’s some nasty piece of dogshit or something. Don’t you even fucking dare.” He takes his flaccid member in his own hand and begins stroking it roughly, trying to return some life to it. As he does so, he takes another step closer to Natalie’s place on the log. He is now between her legs again, only this time he is waving his semi-erect penis in her face as she blinks her eyes, still dizzy from the slap.

Despair begins to settle around Natalie’s heart once more, understanding finally that she is not going to get out of this completely unscathed. Mr. Nelson was terrifying her in a way that was completely foreign to her. She had never even really seen him angry - the worst he ever seemed to get was mildly annoyed with Heather. He normally was, by and large, a very laid back parent.

He did not seem laid back right now.

Grabbing her hair, Mr. Nelson yanks Natalie’s head forward, bringing her face closer to his fragrant, wrinkled member. He had managed to stroke enough life back into it that it was least partially aroused, and when he brought her lips up to it, and he felt the sudden sensation of her warm mouth pressed against it, a shiver of pleasure ran through it that made it nearly double in size. His jaw dropped as he watched her face, rubbing it back and forth over her mouth. Natalie kept her eyes squeezed shut tightly, a look of obvious disgust on her face that she tried her best not to show.

“Open up, Natalie,” he growled at her. “You’re going to suck my cock, right now. I need you to make it hard again.” She was horrified to hear the same tone in his voice that he would sometimes use with Heather. It was the voice of a father, the authoritative Dad-voice.

She shook her head in negation as he pressed his organ against her lips, but despite this feeble protestation she finds herself reluctantly opening her mouth anyway. Mr. Nelson takes the opportunity to press his cock between her lips, trying to force his way in. Natalie cries out, a desperate whine that is quickly muffled by his member, the warm flesh of his penis quickly growing in size as the intoxicating wetness of her young lips envelops it. Her cries become a long moan, a choked, “MMmmm…mmmMMMm…!” as she feels his cock sliding further in, until finally, she feels the tip hit the back of her throat and she can’t help but gag. Mr. Nelson shows her no mercy however, as he continues to cling tightly to her hair, holding her head in place, and Natalie’s stomach suddenly heaves and she leans forward, making a sick gagging sound.

Despite this upheaval he still refuses to remove his member from her throat, and he smiles as he watches the young teenage girl he has been lusting over for years choke on his cock. She lets out a strangled, gurgling sound as a sudden outpouring of saliva spills over her chin and onto the ground.

“That’s it, Natalie…,” he says softly, his breathing erratic as her lips glide up and down on his shaft, the sensation overwhelming. “You’re taking my cock like a champ. Look how big it’s getting…” He begins gently pumping his hips, his fingers still tangled in her hair as he slowly face fucks his daughter’s best friend.

It feels so good, and he has wanted it for so long, that he is having trouble holding back as he watches Natalie’s young, spectacled face bob up and down on his organ. He can feel the pressure building, feels the impending orgasm already, and knows he needs to make her stop. If he wants to continue this encounter, to feel Natalie’s tight young pussy wrapped around his cock.

And he is just about to do that, when his heart suddenly freezes cold.

“DADDY?!” he hears Heather scream behind him.

Chapter 8

Time seems to stand still as everyone freezes. Natalie’s mouth is still wrapped around Mr. Nelson’s very erect cock, his hand still holding her hair tightly. She lets out several quick moans when she realizes her best friend is there, and she tries to turn and look at her. Feeling renewed hope, she begins to struggle, slapping her hands against Mr. Nelson’s bare thighs in an effort to pull away.

“Heather…” The man says softly, looking at her with wide eyes. “You’re not supposed to be here, sweetheart. You weren’t supposed to see this…” He slides his cock out of his daughter’s best friend’s mouth as she watches, and suddenly Natalie makes a loud, unhealthy retching sound as she tries to gasp for air. Her stomach lurches a few times and she gags, doubling over.

“Dad…what are you…?” Heather says quickly, her mind still trying to process the shock of what she is seeing. Her father and her best friend are together in the forest, and she seems to be giving him a blowjob while completely naked.

Then she sees the gun, still in his right hand, and her heart stops. It was the gun her Dad kept hidden in his bedroom closet, and suddenly it all makes sense. The internet persona, the weird looks she sometimes saw him give Natalie, even the time she had woken up one night and found her father simply staring at them while they slept. Staring at Natalie, specifically. And now, he was apparently using the gun to rape her best friend.

“Heather, please! He’s forcing me, he’s making me…” Natalie tries to plead to her friend, but that is as far as she gets before her vision explodes yet again. Mr. Nelson doesn’t just slap her this time but directly punches her in the face, just below her left eye, and she is thrown backwards, her glasses flying off. With a blow this hard she finally does fall off the log, her legs swinging through the air as she crashes down in the underbrush behind her, her naked body receiving a multitude of small cuts.

“Dad…!” is all Heather can say, completely surprised by what she has just seen. Her mind reels with fear and confusion, and while the smartest thing she could do then is run, her feet feel stuck to the ground.

Heather’s eyes widen as her father suddenly turns on her, his face twisted in a terrifying mask of unbridled rage the likes of which she has never seen. He had gotten mad before, and she had certainly seen her fair share of trouble, but her father was always so reserved that even at his worst he simply spoke more sternly. The number of times he had actually raised his voice could be counted on one hand.

The thing that turned on Heather could not possibly be her father, because this thing looked beyond angry, and she felt real fear of him for the first time. His face was twisted in a demonic snarl, and she could see the whites of his teeth as his breath came in ragged gasps. He straightened up after punching Natalie off the back of the log, squaring his shoulders, and suddenly he quickly bullrushed his own daughter, slamming into her and knocking her to the ground.

Heather has no time react as her father tackles her, knocking her over backwards painfully. He lands on top of her, his eyes twisted with rage, and quickly grabs a hold of both of her wrists. He pins her to the ground, straddling her.

“You weren’t supposed to come here, baby girl,” he whispers menacingly, and Heather cries out, trying to break free. She is vaguely aware that her father is still pantless, and his rock hard erection presses painfully against her stomach. “This is going to change everything. I can’t come home, now…,” His eyes are wild with anger, and something else. Something darker.

“Daddy, please…,” she begs, but she can tell by the look in his eyes that he isn’t going to listen. She tries again anyway. “Daddy, this isn’t you. Please, I’m your little girl…stop hurting us. Let Natalie go…”

Her father pulls himself up, lifting himself off of her body, his penis still very erect and standing prominently at attention. To her surprise he extends a hand to her, and she nervously takes it, allowing her dad to help her to her feet. She looks at him, unsure of how to guage the look on his face, but when she tries to take her hand back his grip suddenly tightens.

“No,” he says. “There’s only one way out of this now, baby girl. Only one.” He begins to pull on her, dragging her forcefully back towards the log where Natalie is only just starting to regain conciousness.

Heather tries to resist but she is simply not strong enough to overpower her own father, and despite her best efforts, he pulls her over to a small tree positioned across from the log.

“Stand up against this tree, baby. I need you to wait against it until it’s done.” Her father’s voice seems to have regained some of it’s former composure again, and this worries her. The anger was scary but it at least made sense given the circumstances. His calm, relaxed monotone is somehow worse.

She tries to move so that she is standing near the tree, leaning against it with one shoulder, watching her father mistrustfully.

“No, I mean actually against it,” he says, and suddenly he slams her roughly into it. At first she hits her back painfully, but then he spins her around and slams her into the tree again, this time chest first. Her face is now almost kissing the tree, when suddenly her father roughly takes both of her arms and wraps them around the other side.

“Ahhh, Daddy…stop!” she cries out. “Why are you hurting me?!” But her father ignores her. Instead, he reaches down and pulls the belt out of his pants, and just as she realizes what he’s about to do he is already doing it.

He wraps the belt around each of her wrists, then pulls it tight. He does this for both her hands, creating a makeshift pair of handcuffs. Not taking any chances, he ties it himself after fastening the loops. She is now tied tightly to the tree with her arms wrapped around it. Her face is turned to the side, and unfortunately the side she is facing is the log and her friend, Natalie.

For her part, Natalie has begun to pull herself out of the bushes, finally waking up from the powerful blow Mr. Nelson had unleashed upon her. She moves slowly, her face already beginning to bruise and swell where he hit had her. She is vaguely aware of what Mr. Nelson was doing to his own daughter. Things were getting serious now, and she knew she had to react. Unfortunately the last blow had really knocked her senseless.

Letting out a scream, Heather begins yanking on her arms and shaking violently, trying to pull herself free from the tree. Unfortunately no matter how hard she tugs on the makeshift bonds her father constructed, it seems to pull the belt loops tighter, making it subsequently tighter on her wrists. She learns quickly that she has to keep movement to a minimum, because if she keeps on tugging on the loops her hands will completely lose circulation. All she can do is watch as her own father exerts his will over her best friend.

As she picks up her glasses and pulls herself back over the log, Natalie looks up groggily to see Mr. Nelson advancing upon her, his eyes set and his penis large and erect. She cries out, instinctively raising her arms up as she cringes from the approaching monster. “…please…” she begs weakly. “…don’t…I can’t…”

He reaches her, but instead of grabbing her he takes her hand and pulls her to her feet. She steps over the log, standing next to him, looking up at him through her muddy glasses like a puppy dog that is lost in the rain. She isn’t sure what he is going to do next, his mood shifting and unpredictable. She’s pretty sure that Mr. Nelson has lost his mind. “Please don’t hurt me…” she whimpers.

“Natalie, my love,” he says, taking her hands in his own. He was speaking softly again, his anger apparently forgotten. “They say it only hurts for a second.”

Natalie’s eyes widen as she realizes what he means, and Heather suddenly lets out a scream, “NOOOO! Daddy…don’t do this! What the fuck is wrong with you?!” she shouts from her position at the tree, and starts struggling again despite the bonds.

Mr. Nelson’s cock is still very firm and erect, and he pulls his shirt off over his head so that he is completely naked next to Natalie. He turns and looks at her, completely ignoring his daughter’s cries. “I want you to ride on me, Natalie, I want you to sit on my cock and fuck it. I want you to make yourself cum on me.” He smiles. “Cum for me.” His voice is soothing and deep again, the same seductive voice he used before, and Natalie suddenly feels a tingling in her loins.

Chapter 9

Heather screams again as she watches her Daddy take advantage of her best friend since childhood, a girl that he himself looked at as almost a second daughter. She had always suspected that he found her attractive, had seen the secret glances, but she never imagined he would take it this far. She had never even told Natalie about her suspicions, because it seemed so unlikely. Now, here he was, acting out his fantasies with sick abandon, apparently even willing to hurt his own daughter in the process.

Natalie lets out a loud sob as Mr. Nelson takes his hands back from hers, placing them instead on the voluptuous curve of her breasts. He begins moving them gently, caressing the soft flesh, letting his thumbs brush against the bud of her nipples and tracing lazy circles, bringing them to fine points. She inhales sharply through her teeth, the sensation making her jump, her body once again responding against her will.

After a moment of stroking, which seems to excite Mr. Nelson more than Natalie, he bends down and gathers up every article of clothing he can find. He then lies them all out in the dirt, creating a makeshift blanket for himself on the forest floor. He seems to have no regard for the clothing itself, getting Natalie’s dress in particular covered in dirt and leaves. After it is all arrainged, he lies down on it, remembering to pick up his gun again as he looks up at the sobbing girl.

Natalie seems unsure of what to do. She knows what he told her he wanted, but she can’t seem to bring herself to do it. Her eyes wander over his body, and while she felt some arousal earlier, now she still feels abused and tired and she just wants to go home.

“Do it, Natalie. Sit on my cock,” Mr. Nelson says, his voice sounding strained again. He gestures at his penis with the gun in his hand, as if for emphasis.

Whimpering, Natalie slowly puts one foot and then the other on either side of Mr. Nelson. She begins to lower herself slowly, her thick thighs squeezing his torso as her plump vagina slides down onto his hard shaft. It’s a tight fit, but she is a heavier girl and her vaginal canal has no problem stretching to accommodate his girth. A low moan begins to rise in her throat and slowly begins to grow, turning into a desperate whine. Her eyes flutter shut and her mouth drops open, her forehead crinkled as her pussy is penetrated for the first time. There is pain, and she clenches her teeth, but it is fleeting as she begins to gently twist her vagina in slow circles on his cock, letting it rub against her from inside. The sensation is not at all what she expected sex to feel like, but she finds that she likes it regardless. It might be again because of her size, but she finds that the pain passes very quickly, changing suddenly into rings of pleasure that radiate outward from her groin.

“Oh, Natalie….I’ve been waiting for this for so long….,” Mr. Nelson whispers. He is watching her body grind on his cock with a glazed expression, watching her large, creamy white breasts bounce and jiggle as she twists her body seductively above him. Every now and then their bare stomachs brush together, and he feels a shiver of pleasure up his spine.

Heather watches horrified, unable to break free of the belt, her hands now going numb from trying. Her father has not only cruelly positioned her so she can see what’s happening, but he is now raping her best friend directly in front of her. She can do nothing but look at Natalie’s face, watching it contort with pain and pleasure as she grinds herself upon her father. Heather begins to cry herself, not understanding what has happened to her dad to put them all in this position.

The only sounds in the small clearing where they lay is the wind through the trees, and the gentle slapping of Natalie’s considerable ass cheeks against his thighs as she begins to move up and down on it, having become accustomed to the feeling. She uses the blood from her own broken hymen as lube as she fucks Mr. Nelson’s hard cock. Her breathing becomes ragged and she starts to moan softly, her mouth hanging open. Once again Natalie has decided to just give in to the rape, secretly enjoying the abuse. Even the punch turned her on, though she doesn’t admit this even to herself.

“Aw, fuck….oh, shit, Natalie….” Mr. Nelson’s own breathing quickens as he feels his orgasm approach. As he suspected, finally fucking the love of his life in her virgin pussy was not easy to resist, and he was doing all that he could to hold back for at least a moment.

Natalie feels his cock start to throb inside of her, and she begins grinding again so that the head of it is pressing against her G-spot. Shivers race through her body as she feels her own climax approaching, no doubt brought on by his, and she begins to pant, “yes…yes…like that…yes…” as she bounces on his hard member.

Heather watches her friend enjoy her father’s cock, and the tears begin to fall faster. She shakes her head in negation, wishing she didn’t have to go through life now with this memory but knowing she is probably scarred forever. Natalie was actually enjoying herself, and she could see it when her orgasm became imminent.

Mr. Nelson suddenly starts grunting louder, and he begins thrusting upwards with his hips as he suddenly unleashes his seed deep inside of Natalie’s pink, plump pussy. He throws his head back and lets out a huge roar of pleasure, his hands on her thighs, one of them gripping her soft flesh and the other still holding tight to the gun, both of them gripping her hips and pulling her down harder.

The feeling of his hot semen filling up her vaginal canal causes Natalie to reach her own climax, and her pussy walls suddenly clamp down on Mr. Nelson’s cock as it fills her up. Her body siezes and contracts, milking his cock dry as she experiences her first vaginal orgasm, throwing back her head and letting out a wail of pleasure that breaks Heather’s heart to hear.

“Holy shit, Natalie…” Mr. Nelson gasps when he is finished. “We just came together, didn’t we? I felt…that was incredible…” he shakes his head, trying to describe it.

Natalie nods, her face now looking sad as she begins to climb off of him. She enjoyed it more than she should have, and she can see Heather crying as she was forced to watch. There’s going to be a lot of therapy born out of this encounter.

Mr. Nelson sits up halfway, looking at Natalie as she struggles to find her legs. He then looks at his daughter, sobbing against a tree where he tied her himself. He then looks down at the gun, still in his hand.

“I’m sorry, Heather, for letting you down in the end. You weren’t supposed to be here,” he says apologetically, as if it was somehow her fault for showing up. He then looks up at Natalie again. “And I’m sorry for ever causing you pain. I love you, Natalie. I’ve always loved you.”

And then, before anybody can react, Mr. Nelson suddenly puts the gun into his own mouth and pulls the trigger. There is a bang, smaller than one would expect, and with a quick spray of blood his body falls backwards onto the forest floor, dead.

In the approaching late afternoon light, the sun just starting to dip low in the sky, a pair of young, feminine screams ring out through the forest and then stop.