Dreams of a Virgin

HITCHHIKER'S NIGHTMARE

Ever had a day so bad that the least little thing would send you over the edge? Well, Jeff did.

Today was a really bad day for me. I lost a major account at work which might have cost me a partnership. I got a speeding ticket trying to get there on time. My refrigerator broke down. My girlfriend told me she cheated on me with a younger man.

At least it was Friday. I was going to spend the weekend at my cabin in the country. This way, I could put all my bad thoughts behind me. Away from the rest of the world.

Of course, it was pouring rain. My bags were packed and ready to go. It took me an hour to get to my cabin. I was leaving before it got dark.

I was driving along, listening to a little Kenny G. Suddenly, I came to a screeching halt.

There was a soaking wet woman in the middle of the road. Brunette. About 5' 7". Mid 20's. Very pretty. I pulled off to the side and rolled down my window.

"Thanks for stopping. My car broke down. Can you give me a ride to the next town so I can get a tow?"

"Sure. No problem. Hop in."

She did, and we were off.

"Hi. My name's Sarah."

"Jeff." Suddenly something in me snapped. My ex-girlfriend's name was Sarah. My ex-girlfriend was a brunette. Her voice sounded very similar.

"So, where you going?"

"To my cabin in the woods for the weekend."

"Oh. Sounds relaxing."

The rest of the trip we talked. Only one thought was on my mind: revenge. Revenge against my Sarah.

We turned onto a dirt road that leads to my cabin. She got a puzzled look on her face.

"Where are we going?"

"I figured you could call for a tow from my cabin."

"Okay. That'll work."

Of course, I had other intentions. We got out and headed for the cabin. It was still raining. I unlocked the door.

"Go on in."

After we were in, I locked the door. She picked up the phone. I took the phone from her hand and slammed it down.

"What are you doing?"

I smacked her across the face hard, knocking her unconscious. Just what I'd like to do to the other Sarah.

When she came to, she was tied to a bed which was propped up vertically against the wall. Her hands were tied to her sides. Her legs were spread apart. She started screaming.

"Help! Help!"

"Scream all you want. No one can hear you out here."

"What do you want?"

"You."

I had a crazed look in my eyes. I started to kiss softly around her face, from cheek to cheek. She started to cry. I ran my finger across her lips. She tried to bite me, but missed.

Now, I got out a pair of scissors. As I approached her, she knew what I was going to do and cried harder and screamed louder. I cut the buttons off her blouse one at a time, slowly. I cut up the sleeves to remove the blouse. She was wearing a white lace see-through bra.

I proceeded to her jeans. I started on the outside of her right leg and slowly started upward. As I reached the top, I struggled to get through. That's when I noticed she was wearing a belt. I unbuckled it and removed it. I moved to the left leg. Slowly, I sheared the denim. I finally got through and removed the garment.

She was wearing white lace French panties. Her legs were incredible. She continued to cry. Her voice was quieter from all the screaming.

I then planted one square on the lips, hard and long. She resisted me. I took the scissors and cut her bra straps. I cut the middle of the bra. I pulled back each side. Her pale white breasts were so beautiful.

I proceeded to what's left: the panties. I started cutting the right side, then the left. I pulled from the front. Her sprout was beautifully shaven. She was now buck naked.

I started from her face and tenderly kissed down her neck, her side, her hips, and outside her right leg. I started up the inside of her leg. The closer I got to the top, the less scared she got and the more excited she got.

I skipped the happy spot, teasing her. I started down the inside of the left leg. I started up the outside of the leg, her hips, her waist.

As I reached her breasts, I gently licked around each nipple. She got more turned on. I then kissed her cleavage. Finally, I worked my way back to her face. I inserted my tongue into her mouth and kissed her. Now, she didn't bite me.

I'd given her enough fun. Now it was my turn. I unbuckled and unzipped my pants. I pulled them down. I was already at attention. I pulled down my briefs. As I moved toward her, she started to cry again.

I grabbed hold of her and kissed her. My Cyclops found its way in. It couldn't make up its mind. It kept wanting to go in and out. She didn't care. She was enjoying it too much. So was I.

Five minutes later, I was finished. Both of us were satisfied and exhausted. That was when reality hit me between the eyes to what I did. "Oh my God," I thought to myself, "What have I done? I raped this poor innocent woman. But it was good."

I tried to sleep it off, but I couldn't get the vision out of my head. My actions haunted my dreams. I was a criminal. I got very little sleep.

I woke up, thinking it's all a bad dream. There she was, tied up like I left her.

"Hi, Honey." Surprisingly, she is happy.

"I'm so sorry for what I did to you. I just broke up with my girlfriend, and I took it out on you. You look and sound like her. Your name's even the same. Please forgive me."

"I forgive you. Besides, I like it rough. No one's ever done anything like this to me. I admit I was scared at first. Just because I didn't know what was happening."

"That still doesn't make up for what I did."

"My old boyfriends, they didn't care. They were in and out in two minutes. They didn't treat me like you did, with the kisses and all. I like that."

"So, you're not going to press charges?"

"No. The only thing I want to press is my lips against you."

I didn't believe it. After all I'd done to her, kidnapping, assault, rape, she still wanted to be with me.

I untied one leg. Just as I did, the leg rose up and kicked me in the jewels. I doubled over in pain.

"You asshole! Like I'm really going to forget this. As soon as I get free, you're going to jail."

When I recovered, I tied her legs together. I untied her hands from the bed. I bound her hands together. I tied the rope from her hands to her feet, so she was bent over.

I unleashed my trouser snake on her rear. She screamed as it entered and left her bunghole. I screamed too.

"How you like it?! Huh?! You want to kick me in the jewels? I'll show you. Who's your daddy?"

"Ow! That hurts!"

"Who's your daddy?"

"You are!"

"That's right, bitch."

I realized that she would never love me. I had to keep her from telling anyone what happened. So, still tied up, I took her down the hill to the lake and threw her in.

They would never be able to trace her to me. I'd never met her before. No one ever came up to this lake.

I spent the rest of the weekend trying to put this behind me. Looking back, I had only one regret. I wished this was the other Sarah.