This story is pure fiction and all characters are over the age of eighteen. Can one horrendous experience destroy a marriage?
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Leanne was feeling mellow as she drove along the narrow winding road through the forest. It had been a tough week at a bush camp with twenty horny teenagers to control. As camp leader, she had four parents to assist, but as only one of them was a male, the boys were hard work.
She grinned as she thought back to the evening that the dad in the bunch hit on her. Using her best diplomatic skills, she avoided any unpleasantness without having to compromise her integrity. It did not escape her notice however, that the same father emerged from one of the female camp helpers' room at dawn the next morning.
A splutter from the car's engine brought her back to the present and she cursed silently for forgetting to refuel the car as she drove through the last village, even though she knew the tank was close to empty. Another splutter and she knew she needed to pull over, so she started looking for a spot between trees where she could pull off the narrow strip of blacktop.
Just ahead was a gap where she was able to steer the car before it finally sighed to a halt.
While fumbling through her handbag looking for her cellphone, she heard a car pull up behind her and breathed a sigh of relief. A young man in his late twenties emerged from the car with a big grin on his face.
"Looks like you've got a spot of trouble there ma'am," he smiled amiably. "Anything I can do to help?"
"Ran out of gas. Should have filled up at the last village but I had other things on my mind and completely forgot and drove straight through."
"That's too bad," he sympathised, stepping into the space immediately behind her, effectively blocking her escape from the open door of her car.
With a tinge of alarm in her voice, she said: "It's OK really. I was just looking for my cell to call roadside assist to bring me some fuel when you came along."
"That won't be necessary," he growled as he reached in and took her firmly by the arm.
"You're hurting me!" Leanne squealed as he dragged her from behind the wheel. Spinning her around easily in his arms, he pulled her back firmly against his chest and dragged her backwards away from the road and into the thick forest.
Leanne screamed in protest and tried desperately to kick backwards into her assailant's shins, but he was too quick for her, lowered his grip and dragged her along to negate the threat of a wild kick. Pushing her face first into the dirt, he drove a knee into her kidney and putting some weight over it, pinned her down to allow his hands to start lifting her skirt and reveal her panties.
"Now simmer down, lady," he threatened. "We can do this the easy way and you won't get hurt, or we can do it the hard way, but one way or another, you're about to be fucked. In fact, I rather hope you'll make a fight of it -- it's more fun that way."
The guy slipped off her shoes first and threw them into the bushes. "No point in leaving them for you to use as weapons," he taunted. Leanne wriggled desperately when he started to drag her panties down and realised that he was right. He was much bigger and heavier than she was and in good physical shape. There was no way she could prevent this from happening unless she was able to get a clean kick at his genitals, but the way he had her positioned, that was a long shot. She decided to play it smart.
Feeling the fight go out of her, he unzipped his slacks and his penis jumped out, red, angry and willing. With her arms still pinned beneath her body, he tried for some oral treatment first, but was surprised with the degree of fight left in his victim.
"You put that fucking thing in my mouth and I'll bite the end off it," she spat at him.
The back of his hand smashed against Leanne's cheekbone and she cried out in pain.
"Well?"
"I told you -- you put that thing in my mouth and I WILL bite the end off it," she repeated.
She was ready for the second vicious slap to the face and absorbed some of the impact by turning her face away, but it still caused her to cry out again and tears formed in her eyes.
"Ahh, fuck it," he mumbled. "I really only want a good screw and you're probably lousy at giving head anyway."
"You'll never know, Asshole."
That earned her another backhander and his attention then switched to removing what was left of her panties. As he rolled her onto her back, freeing her arms momentarily, he reminded her again that she could make this hard on herself if she refused to cooperate.
Her mind went back to her classroom advice to her students. The classes from the security mentor at the school, where they were advised that when faced with rape that was inevitable, it was better abandon resistance than risk the brutality that would certainly follow. It seemed so logical in the classroom. Why was it so difficult to accept when it happened in real life?
His fingers roughly probed her labia. Contrary to all those good rape stories, her vagina was bone dry. He spat into his hand, spreading saliva across her vulva, forcing the fluid inside her for lubrication. Positioning himself at her entrance and with his anger rising with frustration (why was this not going as he had imagined it?) he slammed his rock hard penis into her in one brutal thrust.
She screamed with pain at the intrusion, which seemed to pacify him a little, and he began pistoning into her, spreading his precum against her inner walls, and sparking a lubricating response from Leanne in spite of herself. Their coupling was grim. She was totally unresponsive, taking all he had to give without any physical reaction or comment.
With a bellow he emptied himself into her depths and apparently satisfied, stood up and looking contemptuously at his victim while he started drawing up his slacks.
"I knew you'd be a lousy fuck."
"You knew nothing, you freak," she spat angrily back at him, suppressing a grin when his wallet spilled out of the pocket of his slacks, spilling its contents over the ground. A business card fluttered towards Leanne's side and she quickly covered it with the remnants of her skirt while he was chasing bank notes which threatened to blow away.
Scrambling frantically after the fluttering banknotes, he finally gathered up the last of the wallet's contents, straightened himself up, buckled his belt and casually gave her a kick to the hip as he returned to his car and drove away.
As soon as he closed his car door, Leanne sat up and took a good look at the car he was driving, especially the number plate.
CHAPTER 2
Leanne was shattered. Her body ached all over. Her vagina felt as though she had been cleaned out with a stiff bristled brush. Her hip was swelling where the thug had kicked her as a parting gesture, and she was still stuck on the roadside with an empty tank.
Finding her cellphone, she dialled roadside assist and giving them her location, arranged for a fuel drop. Because she was on a country road, they said, it might be an hour or so before help arrived.
That gave Leanne time to consider her options. She wrote down the make and colour of the thug's car and also its number plate, and tucked it into her handbag, along with the business card that he failed to recover after it fell from his wallet.
Call the police? Call home? Call the school?
Some forty minutes later, without a single vehicle having passed by on the lonely back road, she was relieved to see the orange flashing light of the assistance van as it rolled around the corner. The concerned driver took one look at Leanne's dishevelled appearance and asked whether she felt alright.
Giving him some assurances, she watched as he emptied a fuel can into the car's tank, started Leanne's car for her and with a bemused expression on his face, waved her on her way.
While driving, a plan formed in her mind. The business card, if indeed it belonged to her rapist, gave his name, cellphone number and the company he worked for. That was a good start. Even if that failed, she was confident that he could be tracked by using his car registration.
With a fresh determination, she pulled off the road and picked up her phone. Scrolling through her address book, she found the number she needed and called.
"Sally?" she started. "I know it's late and I know I don't have an appointment, but this is really important and urgent. Can I come to see you right now? I'm driving home from a bush camp we've run for the past week and can be there in about fifteen minutes."
After a short pause, she started talking again. "Sally, you know I would not be asking you this unless it was serious." Another pause, then: "Thanks Sally. I'll be there in fifteen."
Fifteen minutes later she stepped gingerly into the doctor's waiting room. The receptionist, noting her condition, immediately jumped from behind her counter, took Leanne by the arm and led her into a vacant examination room, sat her in a chair and told her to wait. Within moments, the doctor walked in.
"Christ Leanne! What happened to you?" she said with concern.
"Long story, Sal. I was dumb, ran out of gas, and was raped by a goon passing by. I came straight here."
"Fine. I'll call the police."
"No Sal, please don't do that. There will be statements to make, invasive examinations, court appearances, and in the end, it will be his word against mine and he might well go free."
Sally nodded a begrudging acceptance. "So?"
"I'm still full of his sperm, Sally. Do a DNA test on it, please. Then check me out for STD's and pregnancy. I don't want any unwelcome presents on top of what he's done to me."
