Adele was very proud of herself. She couldn't have been any happier than when she looked into the mirror that afternoon and saw the new coat her husband had bought for her. It was a beautiful mink and though he really couldn't afford it on his salary it was something he wanted to do for her.
She brushed her red hair back over the collar of the coat and studied herself.
"You're beautiful in it," her husband said.
"I know that," she replied. "But we really can't afford it, darling."
"Sure we can. I can borrow money to pay for it and it's something you deserve."
He got close to her and his lips tried to find hers.
"Not in public, darling," Adele said, glancing around at the few dozen customers in the shop.
He accepted her refusal as part of her shyness.
The truth was that Adele could hardly stand for him to touch her. At limes he seemed like such an old and ugly man, a man she had married only for security and for very little else. She was a poor girl from a poor family and the only thing she'd ever had were her looks. She could have probably married any one of a dozen young men, but she chose to be the second wife to the graying principal.
The reason was simple.
Adele didn't like sex. She had discovered that about herself every early in life. It was kind of strange that a woman who was so attractive to men was so cold toward them, but she didn't question her impulses.
She knew she had to give him what he wanted and she did so seldomly and reluctantly.
He took her lack of passion as a sign of good breeding, and he didn't force himself on her as a young man might have done.
Adele was very proud of herself for having chosen such a husband.
"Oooooh," Adele said. "It does feel so good on me. I'll make everyone in town jealous."
"Yes," he said. "You deserve to make them jealous."
He tried to get close to her again, but she brushed him away.
"Quit that," she said, laughing. "I'm going to have it wrapped up and sent to the house. It's too hot to wear it this afternoon."
"Maybe we could both go home," he said.
It was obvious what he wanted. Adele shrugged. It had been a long while since she'd let him have his pleasure and the mink coat was pretty. He looked so horny that it would only take a few minutes anyway.
But she was always the practical one.
"You have to go back to work," she said. "I'll be nice to you this evening."
The intent of her words left him rubbing his crotch. Adele smiled at her husband and winked at him.
"Now don't you be late," she said.
The look on his face left no doubt that he would never be late.
Adele had a little more shopping to do before she went home. She loved to shop. It had always been one of her favorite pastimes. As she was leaving the lingerie shop, she didn't see the truck pull out behind her.
She was halfway home before the truck began blowing its horn.
She pulled over a little so that the truck could get by. The truck didn't pass, but the driver kept honking at her. It made her angry. She thought it was probably some boy flirting with her. Well, she would teach him a lesson.
She pulled her car to the side of the road and stopped.
The truck pulled to a stop behind her.
"What the hell are you trying to do?" Adele asked, climbing out of her car.
She saw the beefy, red-faced man and her blood ran cold.
She slipped back into the car and turned the ignition. The car started, but then the man was beside the car. Before she could change gears, he reached in and grabbed the key.
"Don't be in such a hurry, Mrs. Saunderson," he said softly. "You've got no place to go in such a hurry."
"What do you want?" she asked. "Who are you?"
"Name's Rebus Turner," he said. "And I think you know what I want."
She screamed very loudly. He reached across the seat and gave her a slap on the side of her head. She was stunned. No man had ever struck her before.
"Now don't you scream," he said. "Scream and I'll hurt you."
Immediately she started screaming again. This time he struck her hard. Her head went back and tears burned her eyes. She could feel his hand bruising her shoulder.
"Stop," he said. "I mean what I say. One more scream and I'll really start hurting you."
She was petrified. She stopped screaming.
He smiled gently at her. "That's better. Now just get out of the car."
"Where are you taking me?"
"Don't ask questions. Just get out of the car."
Adele climbed out of the car. She was aware of his eyes looking hotly at the amount of thigh revealed by her sliding skirt as she got out of the car. She quickly tugged her skirt back down into place.
He reached inside the car and pulled the hood latch.
"Well just leave the hood open," he said. "In case anybody who knows you sees the car. They'll think you just had some mechanical trouble and some nice person has already given you a lift."
"My God!" Adele said. "What are you going to do to me?"
"You'll find out," he said softly. "If you really don't know already."
He took her arm and pulled her to his truck. He opened his door and pushed her up into the cab. His hand brushed against her buttock and her ass felt good and firm.
Adele was thinking quickly. She was remembering all of the stories she'd heard about women getting raped. Stories about horrible mutilations kept flashing through her mind. Women who fought their attackers got hurt, so she wouldn't fight. She looked closely at the man who now climbed into the cab.
He was big and he was dressed like a farmer. His hair was short and his face was hard. His muscles bulged from beneath his cotton shirt. A few black hairs circled above the neck of his shirt. She could smell his sweat.
"You're going to kill me, aren't you?"
"Don't know yet," he said.
They rode in silence for a while. Adele could feel her heart pounding so loudly she thought he could hear it. She kept tugging nervously at her skirt.
"Please," she said. "My husband doesn't have a lot of money but he'd pay it somehow, no matter what you asked. All you have to do is let me call him."
"Don't want your money."
"What do you want?"
"Hell," he said. "You're a good-looking woman. You're the kind of woman money can't buy."
He turned the truck off the road. They were in a clump of trees that couldn't be seen from the road. He turned the ignition off.
"Get out."
She climbed out of the cab. He waited a few minutes before he got out. He made a sweeping motion with his arms.
"You can run if you want to. That would make it more fun. Much more fun."
She looked around. The road was not far off. She might have a chance of finding someone to help. Also the woods were dense and she might be able to hide. Or maybe there would be homes hidden by the woods. God, if she could only move. But she knew her trembling legs wouldn't carry her very far.
"Run," he commanded. "Run, and make it more fun."
She tried for the road. He caught her in two strides and flung her to the ground. She was crying. She slowly got to her feet. Her new stocking were mined and dirty.
"Why don't you run some more?" he questioned, taunting her. "Come on and run."
"Please!"
"Please what?"
"Please don't hurt me. I'll do anything you say, but please don't hurt me. I don't want to die! Oh God, don't kill me! I don't want to die!"
"You'll do anything I say?"
"Anything," she promised. "But please don't kill me."
"Beg me," he commanded her.
She fell to her knees. She clutched him around the waist. She was sobbing as she spoke.
"I'm begging you," she said. "Please don't harm me. I'll do anything you say. Anything. Only please don't hurt me."
Rebus looked down at the beautiful redhead on her knees. Her tear-streaked face, her red hair all messed, her lipstick smeared, her dress torn, turned him on more than he had ever been turned on before. He knew he wanted this woman, wanted to stick his cock into her hungry cunt.
"Get up," Rebus commanded.
Once again she climbed to her feet. She was watching him with expectant eyes, ready to jump at his command.
"Strip," Rebus commanded.
She had never been naked before any man but her husband, but she wasn't shy now. She pulled her blouse over her head and released the catch on her bra. She had never been particularly proud of her tits. They were not large, but they were firm and tanned. She saw him catch his breath.
"Go ahead," he said. "Take off the rest of it. I want to see you naked."
She pulled at the catch of her dress and it stuck. Frantically, she kept pulling at it. She saw the look in his eyes and she gave it an extra-hard tug.
"I'm trying," she said. "I'll get it off. Don't hurt me. I'll get it off."
He approached her. She pulled and the dress ripped a little. But she got the zipper down and she was kicking the dress off. Now she stood only in her yellow panties and her pantyhose. She quickly pulled the ripped hose off.
"That's nice," he said, licking his lips. "Now the panties."
She pulled the panties off her slim legs and dropped them to the ground.
"Very nice," he said. "Good Lord, you are a natural redhead."
"What do you want now?"
"In the back of the truck," he ordered. "You'll find a blanket."
She nodded. She went to the truck and removed the blanket. He directed her to place it on the ground. She smoothed the wrinkles out of the blanket. When she looked up, he was stripping off his shorts.
"My God!"
Adele felt a shiver go down her spine. She was used to her husband's skinny, elderly body. She wasn't used to the hard, muscular looks of the man before her. She felt her eyes drawn to the place between his legs. His cock was hard and jutting up.
"God!" she breathed.
She kept looking at his cock as he walked toward her. It was not like her husband's skinny, small cock, not the limp prick that she would be forced to play with before it would become hard enough to enter her. Then he would shoot off immediately. She knew, just by looking at his cock, that his was a prick that was not to be taken lightly.
He took her hand and placed it on his prick. His skin felt hot to her fingers. She felt his loose skin and she began to move it up and down.
"Ahhhhhh," he moaned. "You have such nice hands. I wonder what it will feel like for you to wrap those legs around my back, and to have you yelling for more. I think it's going to be fun."
She had never yelled in passion, but somehow she knew that this was going to be the first time. This man knew how to use his prick and she was going to get every inch of it.
He took her hand away.
"On your knees," he said. "Take it in your mouth."
She started to protest, but she remembered the way he looked at her. She couldn't fight him. She couldn't refuse anything he wanted her to do. It was no longer just fear. It was something far more, a simple need to do as she was told, to be forced to do as she was told.
She fell to her knees and took his cock into her mouth. He smelled of sweat and jism. She had never tasted jism, but she knew it had to be the salty taste. She sucked his cock farther into her mouth and then his hands found her titties.
Bolts of wicked excitement went through her as his fingers manipulated her nipples. He had her hard and panting in just a few moments.
"Let go," he said. "Lay back now."
She lay back and he positioned himself between her legs. She knew what she was going to get. She could feel his hot prick pushing between her legs. She was going to get fucked as she had never been fucked before. She didn't protest. She was getting hot. Hot like she had never known, and she realized suddenly that she wanted him to fuck her. She wanted that hot cock inside of her, beating her pussy.
"Give it to me!" she begged him. "Give me that hot cock up my cunt!"
He laughed and he pushed his cock into her cunt. She jerked as his prick went deep into her pussy. Then when she thought he was done, he went into her deeper, past the spot where her husband's small prick usually stopped. He was not weak. His cock filled her aching cunt.
"Oh God!" she moaned. "Oh God!"
He began to fuck her in slow, sweet strokes. His hairy chest rubbed against her titties and his hands clutched her ass. He fondled and pinched her soft ass-cheeks while she moaned and begged him to fuck harder.
One of his fingers slipped around and entered her asshole. That was another thing that had never been done to her. She flinched with pain at first, but then his finger found the rhythm of their coupling bodies and even his finger began to feel good.
"Ahhh shit!" she moaned. "Ahhh God, what are you doing to me? Oh God, I can feel your cock way down deep inside. Oh shit, I think I'm going to die!"
"Not die," he said. "Not die, but learn how to live!"
"Oh shittttttt!" she cried as his hot cock exploded into her cunt and her own juices flooded him. He kept fucking her until her trembling had stopped.
Then for the first time he kissed her.
It was a soft kiss on the lips and she opened her mouth to him.
"Shit," she moaned softly, rubbing her cunt against him.