The sound of the slamming door echoes like a gunshot in her ears. A peel of thunder seems to respond in the distance. She lifts her tear-streaked face from the dirt and looks behind her in the direction from which the thunder came. The angry black clouds bear down on her. Lightning jumps from the clouds in web-like tendrils extending over her head. She looks at the door to the cabin hoping to see it open and then down at her ankle, to the thick metal chain running from it to the stake in the ground to which it is firmly locked. The stake itself is screwed into the ground. She smiles to herself as she reaches for the stake to try and unscrew it. Straining with all her strength to twist the stake out of the ground but it doesn’t move. The links of the chain are an inch long and a ¼ of an inch thick. Way to thick to even think about breaking. She would have to cut her foot off to be free of it. Briefly the area is illuminated by a lightning strike. Her eyes catch sight of a mottled snake crawling past the stake in the ground before everything goes dark again. A small scream escapes her lips as she tries to scramble as far away from the snake as her chain will let her. The thunder, louder now, rolls over the surrounding hills.
Studying the clouds she thinks to herself that he can’t leave her out here like this, staked to the ground. Her clothes dirty and bloody from her escape attempt. Home is all she can think of since she woke up in the bed and the man with the hard face looking down on her. It hasn’t fully dawned on her that she has no idea where home is, only that she wants to be away from the hard faced man.
The door to the cabin opens. Her heart leaps. He is going to bring me back inside, safe from the storm and snakes she thinks. He stands in the doorway; warm comforting light spills out into the night behind him leaving his face in shadows. Her heart drops into her belly as her mouth opens in terror but a scream is frozen in her throat. She sees in his right hand a long knife. Thoughts race through her mind. Oh my god he is going to actually kill me.
He closes the door behind him and strides quickly towards her. Lightning flashes followed very quickly by a loud crash of thunder illuminating his unfeeling face. She shivers as her blood runs cold. The rain, in fat drops, begins falling in loud thuds around her
She falls to her knees, tears welling up in her eyes, as she reaches out her hands to try to grab his knife hand. “Please don’t kill me. I am begging you. I will never run away again. Just please don’t kill me.”
The hard faced man walks towards her. The lightning flashes to reveal he is completely nude. He grabs a fistful of her long auburn hair in his left hand and pulls her to her feet. Her hands immediately wrap around his wrist as she is forced to her feet, her face twisted in agony. This is it, she thinks. It’s him or me now.
He pulls her level to his face. The continuous flashes of lightning create a strobing effect with the trees swaying in the increasing wind. His eyes never blink, nor does he flinch as the storm’s fury begins. The cold rain crashes against them as it were hurled at a target rather then just let fall from the clouds.
“I know you wont.” He says in a calm voice, the sound of which sends shivers down her spine.
Standing now on her feet she lets go of the wrist holding her hair and begins to pound her tiny fists into his chest trying to get him to let go of her hair. He calmly lifts his right hand and presses the tip of the knife under her chin. Her eyes widen as her hands fall immediately to her side. He smiles
“Baby did a bad thing.” He says. His long hair plastered to his face in the rain.
Sensing her coming submission he releases her hair. He slides the knife down her blouse, the blade slicing easily though the thread holding the buttons of her flowered blouse in place. It’s him, she thinks, her terror rooting her to the spot she will likely be killed. Resigned to her fate she stands, her head down, sobbing uncontrollably.
“Baby done a bad bad thing.” He repeats in a firm voice as he presses the flat of the blade against her wet skin.
“Pease,” she whispers in a quiet voice over and over again. “Please god don’t kill me. I will do anything you ask.” Her voice broken, her body wracked from sobbing. The wind and rain plasters her hair to her face. She no longer even notices the storm’s fury. She is counting her last moments.
“Pleasegodpleasegodpleasegod”
He steps around behind her and grabs the back of her matted, wet hair and yanks down forcing her face to the sky. The rain pelts her face, washing away her tears. Suddenly she feels the thin, cold blade of the knife against her throat. She takes her last deep breath and closes her eyes tight now just wishing it were over.
“Baby did a bad bad thing” he whispers in her ear as he deftly slides the knife blade down between her breasts slicing her bra in half. Her breath explodes from her body as her eyes open wide. He releases her hair.
She just stands waiting, waiting for the end to come. After a few moments of just the storm she timidly turns around behind her to face her tormentor. Gone. She looks to the right then to the left. Nothing. She lets out a relaxed sigh and turns around to look at the cabin. As she turns back around, his hard face startles her. His right hand grabs her around the throat and grips tightly as her terror rises.
“Baby did a bad bad thing.” He angrily spits the words in her face.
“You ever love someone so much you thought your little heart was gonna break in two?” He softly asks.
Angrily answering for her. “I didn’t think so.” His hand tightens around her throat.
“You ever tried with all your heart and soul to get you lover back to you?” Lessening his grip on her throat.
“I wanna hope so.” He sighs.
“You ever pray with all your heart and soul just to watch her walk away?”
“Baby did a bad bad thing” He releases his grip on her throat. She looks down at the ground as she rubs her neck.
Stars jump around her head amid the lightning and thunder. She shakes her head to come to her senses and find she is knocked to the ground, the left side of her face stinging from the slap she never saw coming. She looks up in time to see his foot kicking her over on her back.
He stands over her and puts his muddy foot on her neck and begins to apply pressure. She closes her eyes again. He leans down.
In an angry voice he says. “Do I have your attention?”
She nods as she sobs.
“You owe me your very existence. You would be dead if not for me. Every breath you take from this day forward is a gift from me. Do you understand?” He steps a little harder on her neck.
“Yes sir” she cries.
“I own you and you will not EVER try to escape me again. When you try to escape you are telling your father that you do not want his gift. If you ever try and escape your father again I will take back my gift! Do you understand? Tell me now!”
“Yes Sir!” she yells.
He removes his foot from her neck only to kick her over face first into the mud. He reaches down and grabs the back of her dirty flowered blouse and pulls it with her bra off her back. He lifts her by the hair to her feet and stands before her. Her face and breasts are covered in mud.
“Look at you,’ He says disdainfully. “What a filthy whore. Your father will take better care of you Baby then you seem to be able.”
He kneels down in the mud and undoes her pants removing them as well as her panties and throws them into the trees. She stands, naked to the storm’s fury. On the plus side the drenching rain has washed all the mud from her body leaving it glistening.
“Clothes are a privilege, Cunt. You no longer have a say in what you will wear. Your father will pick out your clothes if you to be allowed to wear any.
The hard faced man looks at his newly cleaned prize and smiles.
“Baby,” he breathes, “Your father is pleased.”
His fingers find her erect nipples. He twists hard watching her wince at the pain. He laughs softly to himself. His manhood hard slaps against her thigh sending a thrill through her body but she isn’t sure why. His hands move over her body inspecting every crack and crevasse. He forces her to bend over at the waist. Kneeling behind her he spreads her asscheeks wide. He can smell her excitement as he licks her between her legs. She moans and pushes her hips back into his face. He abruptly stands and starts walking away from her, back to the cabin.
Confused, but also happy that she seems to have survived she watches him go back into the house. She thinks for a second about calling after him. Surely he can’t leave her out here naked in the rain.
Shortly he returns. In the light of the cabin her terror returns. In his hand as he walks toward her is Colt .45. Oh no, she thinks. Her body begins convulsing as she falls to her knees. Not now she thinks.
He stands over her with the gun. With the other hand he places a clip in the gun carefully and in full view of her. Her eyes widen as she watches him. He looks at her with a cold hard face as he chambers a round into the weapon. Tears begin to fall down her face as she shakes her head.
He grabs her by the hair and drags her a small ways before pushing her face into the mud. He reaches between her legs and pulls her hips up in the air. With a knee placed in her back so she can’t move he runs the side of the gun barrel between her legs. Her body shudders at the touch of the cold steel. Slowly he pushes the barrel of the gun into her pussy. Her body tenses not knowing what to expect. As the cold steel penetrates her she squirms trying to get out the way. He slaps her hard on the ass.
“There is a loaded gun in your cunt Whore. I wouldn’t be moving around all that much were I you.” She instantly freezes. Smiling to himself he slowly retracts the barrel of the gun, not quite pulling it out before he shoves it back into her.
“Oh my god he is fucking me with a loaded gun.” She thinks to herself., the idea oddly appealing. She pushes her hips back to get more of the gun barrel inside her.
“You are a filthy little pervert aren’t you? Your father is fucking you with a loaded gun and you are enjoying it.” He bites her on the ass.
She moans at his words. “Yes sir.” Her right hand moves between her legs to rub her clit and the gun barrel slides easier and faster between her legs.
Having her completely in his power he climbs off her. He removes the gun barrel from her cunt. Spreading her ass wide he spits on her asshole then shoves a finger into her asshole. She gasps for breath at the intrusion.
“Relax Baby. Your father isn’t going to hurt you.” He says softly. He removes his finger and replaces it with the barrel of his gun. Slowly he pushes the barrel into her tight ass. She squirms but not to get out of the way but rather to get the barrel deeper.
“That’s a good girl” he says kindly as the barrel slides into her ass. Her fingers start rubbing her clit hard as he fucks her ass faster and faster with the barrel of the gun. Her body trembles with passion she can’t believe she feels. Her passion rises in her emotionally wracked body. Her fingers rub her clit hard. The gun barrel slides easily in and out of her. Her legs begin to tremble as her orgasm begins to peak. Seeing this he pulls the gun out of her ass and fires two rounds into the woods. The noise so startling with her orgasm leaves her twitching in the mud like a car with bad gas. Her heart nearly burst in her chest. She rolls over on her back and looks at the hard face man standing in the nude above her. He looks down at her with the cold hard face, gun in his right hand, hammer still cocked.
Her breath slowly comes back to normal after her powerful orgasm. She looks at his face and smiles.
“Thank you Father.”
He looks down on her then back up as he walks back towards the cabin and closes the door.
She looks back to the door waiting for him to come back
“FATHER!!!!! Please don’t leave me out here! Please Dadddy let me come inside. I will be good I promise! Please come unlock Baby and take her inside!”
The door opens and a box is hurled out of the cabin and land in the mud at her feet. Cereal.
“You will sleep out in the rain tonight Baby so you will have a reminder of what life without your Daddy would be like.”
