Snowraven's Blog

I was out late one night walking the roads, my boyfriend and I had another fight. I couldn’t stay in that house any longer. I just needed a walk. I walked down the road, then down another, and another. Before I knew it I was a long way from the house, about 4 miles. I sighed as I was calmed down. The cool night air grabbed at my body, and I knew I should have grabbed a coat or jacket before I stormed out. Too late for that now, a stupid mistake, made in anger. I turned back, the direction of our home in mind. Grabbing my arms as I shivered. A few cars came and passed. I wished one of them would stop. Four miles from home on a cold night, and me without anything to protect me. I walked for about 5 minutes when I heard another car coming up behind me. I sighed knowing it too would pass me up, leaving me to the cold, then startled to realize it had stopped.

The van was gold, as a man stepped out. He was about six feet tall, maybe 200 pounds, long hair. He walked back towards me, a smile on his face. “Cold out tonight… want a ride?” I bit my lip wondering if I should accept this stranger’s offer. I’ve always been warned about hitchhiking, the wind picked up and I gripped around my chest, grabbing at my arms. I shivered as the stranger watched and slowly nodded my head. He walked back to his van with me, opened my door, I stepped up into the warm vehicle. I sighed relief as I smiled at him getting in on the driver’s side.

I sat there quietly not knowing what to say, my mind raced, but I tried to keep myself calm. I put my elbow up to the window and stared out at the moon. It was so beautiful. I jumped as he spoke, jarring me out of my trance. “Where are you headed?” I smiled a stupid smile, to be afraid of a voice, I shook my head and told him “home, but you can just drop me off at the old gas station.” He nodded and I went back to looking out the window. I couldn’t help but look at the man. He was actually pretty good looking. I wondered what he was doing out here in the middle of nowhere. He turned up the heat and smiled at me, his hand resting on my leg. My whole body tensed up, but I relaxed a little, crossing my legs away from him. He just stared at me. His eyes darted from the road to me, then back again.

“You know if you’re going to hitch a ride, you gotta pay the price…” He said rather calmly. I looked around nervously, unsure what to say. We turned a corner away from the direction of my home, and I started to cry, not knowing if I’d make it home. He turned down an old dirt road about a mile from where we’d turned, then pulled into an old abandoned lot. I shuddered as he shut off the engine. The man had changed in the short time I’d been in the car with him, before I knew it the back of his hand met my jaw, hard.

I gasped looking at him, holding my jaw, still crying. “Stop that, you know you want this, and you gotta pay.” I shook my head and he grabbed a handful of my hair. “You know you want this, or you wouldn’t have gotten into my van.” His voice was husky as he looked at me. “Hasn’t anyone told you pretty girls shouldn’t hitchhike?” I cried more, knowing what was about to happen. I slapped at him trying to get away, but he pulled me by my hair into the back of his van, a smile on his lips, and lust in his eyes.

The man grabbed at my breasts, barely hidden in my shirt, his right hand still wrapped in my hair. He pinched and pulled at my nipples hard then started to suck and bite them. I sobbed, “please don’t do this…. I don’t want this!” His left hand met my jaw once again. “Stop it, I’m giving you a lesson. You’ll think twice before hitching again!” His tone was demanding and strong, and I stopped crying, more afraid about if I’d ever get home again. I bit my lower lip, trying to hold in the tears as he slid his left hand up my thigh, his lips back on my nipples. My whole body shook, disgusted with what he was doing to me.

I looked around trying to focus on something, but the back of the van was empty, not even seats were there. I started to cry again and he laughed at me, grabbing something from under the driver’s seat. I screamed when I saw the rope. The man ripped off my clothes and grinned tying me up where the seat hooks were in the floor of the van. I struggled and he laughed again down at my now naked body. I shivered again, not sure if I was afraid or cold. The man assumed I was cold and reached up front to turn the heat up a bit more. I pleaded with him to stop. “PLEASE STOP THIS! I just want to go home…” I started to cry again and he slid a finger up into me. I didn’t want this, but my body was reacting to him. He laughed again, his finger slick with my juices, sliding another finger into me. As his fingers dove deeper and deeper into me he used his other hand to undo his jeans and slide them down. I closed my eyes just wanting this to stop. Again he slapped me. “Look at what a prize you’ve gotten girl!” I refused to open my eyes, when I didn’t I felt something hit my pussy. My whole body jumped as my eyes darted open. I saw him, he was hard, long, and thick. I sucked in my breath starting to wonder what he’d feel like. How could I be thinking this?

He climbed on top of me, grinning as he ran his rigged cock along my pussy lips. They ached for him, I wanted it. I bit my lower lip, pushing up against him, struggling to get him inside of me. He laughed down at me, then dove in. One… hard… thrust. I arched up as far as my restraints would allow and moaned loud. Oh he felt SO good. I felt totally filled, almost over stuffed. I clawed at the carpet in the van as I moaned louder and louder. My mouth filthy with slurs and curses. “Fuck me… just fuck me… show me why I shouldn’t hitch!” I hissed up at him. He obliged me, diving deeper in and out of my cunt. Making me feel like I was on fire… a fire that rested in one very wet place. He pounded harder and harder, biting into my neck as he rammed into my pussy, still screaming and moaning, I started to cum. My whole body arched up and I screamed as loud as I could. I bucked against him, matching his strokes the best I could, I cursed at him, telling him he was a bastard and a bitch, I spit up into his face and he slapped me hard across the jaw again.

I’m sounded by darkness. I feel nothing, I hear nothing. I wonder if it’s all been a dream. I start to sit up in my bed only to realize I’m not in bed. Something under me is hard and rough, scratchy on my naked flesh, and I’m tied down. My eyes dart around but I see nothing. Finally a light, the sound of a car door. I scream and I’m hit with a whip. “Make this easy on yourself… you’re mine now.” I sob, my whole body shaking… I’ll never see my home again.