My first attempt at some literotica! I usually enjoy writing sci-fi so this is a new experience for me and I had a great time writing it. Some things I fantasize about and things my boyfriend and I enjoy role-playing; nothing real. Please feel free to give some constructive feedback! I'd like to keep writing this and keep improving as I go.
Thank you kindly, and enjoy!
"Hey, need a ride?" The question came from behind as an old Jeep Cherokee pulled up alongside the road. I was on my way home from my ex-boyfriend's house a bit later at night than was advisable. Not my usual course of action, particularly while dressed only in a swim suit, but we had just broken up after a huge argument that ended with him throwing my backpack in the pool. My clothes were soaking wet.
"No thanks," I replied shortly as the truck matched my speed. I didn't even look over at first; just kept walking, still seething about my dripping backpack at my side and that stupid asshole I had thought I loved...
"It's late," the man said. "Looks like you're having a rough night. Sure you don't want a lift?"
I stopped walking and took a deep breath. I heard the Jeep stop too. I had so much anger rolling around in my brain and had every intention of taking it out on this guy until I turned to face him. It was dark, but I could make out that he was smiling. Although I could barely see his features I could tell he was attractive and had a friendly disposition.
"I'm really just asking," he said looking me in the eyes still smiling. "Where are you headed?" So many warning bells went off in the back of my mind, but I was getting cold, my feet were sore and I still had a good three miles to my house. What really did it though was the look of rage I could imagine on my ex-boyfriend's face at me climbing into another man's vehicle. I decided to go for it.
"I live on the north side of town," I said. "Do you mind?" I added holding up my dripping backpack. "It was thrown in a pool."
"Not at all, climb on in." As soon as I got in and shut the door he zoomed off, so I gave directions to my house. He nodded, but remained silent. I did too, until he turned off on a street going out of town.
"No, you were supposed to go straight there," I said looking over at him. He just chuckled and reached under the seat. A second later the barrel of a handgun was pressed against my ribs. "You're not going to tell me what I'm 'supposed to' do anymore, got it?" My breath quickened. I couldn't speak for fear. All I could think was
holy shit, I can't believe this is happening...
The barrel was shoved harder against my bare skin making me gasp. "I said, got it?"
"Got it," I replied quickly.
"Good." He smiled again, all traces of friendliness gone. We drove on in silence, but he started running the barrel of the gun over my mostly naked body. He kept his eyes on the road, but the barrel went down my leg to my knee, up the inside of my thigh and to my most private area where he started rubbing, my swimsuit bottom the only thing between the gun and my clit. I couldn't take it anymore.
"Stop!" I finally yelled, grabbing his hand to push it away. He easily took it out of my grip and slapped the top of my thigh with the flat of the gun. I screamed in pain and this time he put the gun to my temple. We were far enough out of town now that no one would see...
"What did I say about telling me what to do?" he asked angrily glancing at me briefly before turning back to the road.
"Not to," I gasped, clutching my thigh where a gun-shaped red mark was forming.
"That's right..." he said, and resumed violating me with the gun. He went all over; under my top to rub my nipples, up around my neck, down between my legs again...
