Day 1
Driving down the dirt road Sara fumed, "Where the hell am I?" It's been 40 minutes since she had seen anyone, on foot or driving. Plains and forest-land as far as the eye could see, not even cows in the fields like she thought was the norm in a backwater area like this. Re-examining the directions she received from her friend, Sara concluded she had made a wrong turn. She had just turned eighteen today, and so far it was not much of a "happy" birthday for her.
The rest of the cheerleading squad had rented this prime cabin, and were throwing the biggest party of the year for her birthday. Beer, boys the whole shebang! Their was even this one boy, Jeff. He was suppose to be there and she really wanted to fuck him. Later that night after she had a few drinks she could play easy without looking like a slut, and convince Jeff to help her inside to her bed. After she had him alone, she would have his cock deep insider her pussy within a matter of minutes.
All this was still a dream, unfortunately for Sara as she seemed to make no progress driving down this deserted road. "Please god, just a gas station, or even some hillbilly's house that owns a phone" she prayed aloud. It was starting to get dark, and was very cloudy. The last thing she wanted was to be lost out here in no mans land, at night in a storm. No sooner than those thoughts processed in her mind, had a strange sound started to emit from the front of her car, probably the engine she thought with dread.
Unexpectedly, the car began losing its momentum, the accelerator not propelling the car like it should have. "Please God, no, please don't break down!" Stomping on the gas peddle was fruitless. The car coming to a halt on the road side. "NOO, God DAMNIT! Great FUCKING birthday for me" she screamed at no one in particular! Grudgingly getting out of her car, she walked around to the front, managed to lift the hood and examined her findings. Not having one clue how to fix a car, much less what it was suppose to look like under the hood, Sara gave up rather fast.
A mile down the road and still whining to herself, Sara continued her trek. "The worst day of my life, on my birthday!" Exited her mouth, while a tear ran down her face. It was starting to get cold, she had to wrap her arms around herself to help keep warm. It wasn't very helpful for her body temperature that she was wearing a short light pink dress that came down only to her mid thighs, while being supported by two thin spaghetti sized straps, bra-less to accentuate her large pert breasts that convinced everyone they somehow were able to defy gravity, topped with large nipples that appeared consistently firm, and only a pink thong that matched her dress to cover her teenage pussy.
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BOOM, the sky rumbled. A thick rain began falling from the sky. Before Sara even understood what was going on, it hit her. Soaking through her dress and plastering her hip length brown her to her body. It seemed to take seconds before she was dripping wet as if she had falling in a lake. Her breasts easily seen through her soaking dress, her nipples as if demanding attention eagerly pushing through the fabric. Her pink dress became transparent in no time at all, clinging to her body. Continuing on, sobbing like a five year old grounded from watching TV for the first time, she walked still.
In a little less than an hour, much crying and worn muscles Sara came to what appeared to be a drive way. Pausing at the edge of it, she peered down the suspected driveway looking for a house. With to many tree's to determine anything for sure she decided "Why not, its got to lead to something." After a quarter mile and two twists in the path she saw it. Her salvation, a cabin surrounded by tree's. Although she knew this was not the same one she was suppose to meet her friends at she was pleased, and she would be able to call for help.
Knocking on the front door Sara waited impatiently. After a minute she persisted in her knocking. Still nothing. "Damnit, where the fuck are they?" Trying the door knob, she twisted. The latch releasing allowing the door to swing open, she stood there looking through the entrance curiously. "HELLO, IS ANYONE HOME?" she yelled with an obvious desperation in her voice. Silence was her only response. Maybe I can just go in and use their phone and leave quickly before they get back, she contemplated. Hesitantly stepping inside, soaking the carpet with her still dripping body, she scanned the room for a phone, nothing. Leaving a wet trail behind her she went from room to room in her search.
With no phone to be found, Sara ended up on the couch in the living room. With no choice but to wait for the occupants of this cabin she laid down. No way in hell am I going back out there at night in the rain she decided. Using one of her small arms as a pillow the rest her head and did her best to get comfortable. Her body still wet, this was a huge feat indeed. Trying to fight off the sleep was a struggle that she quickly lost. Her sensuous body going limp in this strange cabin to dreams of her party, and Jeff between her legs.
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Pulling up to the front of his Cabin, John sensed something was off. "Why is the fucking door open?" A look of concern appearing on his face. Getting out of his car, John approached the front door slowly. Drawing his 9 mm handgun from the waistband of his pants, he peered around the corner of the door, scanning the room. Instantly noticing the half naked girl asleep on his couch, he was very suspicious. What exactly is going on here he wondered. Very displeased with his sopping wet carpet, something this girl must be responsible for. How old was this girl exactly? He would have guessed about twelve had her breasts not been so large. She must be very small for her age. She couldn't have been more than 5'2'' and weighting no more than 110 lb's.
Starting towards this girl, gun in hand, aimed straight at her face John was prepared. He needed to be ready in case this was some kind of trap. Should others jump out at him as he was taking the possible "bait", he would shoot this bitch in the head and dive for cover. Standing over her, gun ready to fire into her skull, he kicked the couch below where her head rest. Watching her open her eyes to his gun pointed at her pleased John as the look of fear spread across her face. He enjoyed making women feel this way, and it helped reassure him this was not some kind of trap.
A panic previously unknown to young Sara, she became to stutter. "P p p p please, please don't kill me" Tears instantly appearing in her eyes and running down her checks.
