BOUND TO HIM

Forever His

Fall Senior Year

My story begins the same as most any Southern teenagers, with a party in the country. A blazing bonfire is the centerpiece and with the arrangement of good ole boys' trucks circling it and the tailgates down. Music blasting from the loudest sound system creating either a club scene or a simple cover for drunken girls raising hell. In the south, when someone throws a party, it's truly a masterpiece of chaotic, dramatic, and balls to the wall fun. Between the cowboy boots and Daisy Duke cutoffs Hickville, USA actually wasn't a bad place to grow up. Sadly, this isn't about Southern hospitality and charm, this story is a reflection of what true evil lies on some old dirt road.
I couldn't wait to go to one of my first parties with a friend of mine from school. She transferred in my sophomore year but she lived close by and seemed to be more my kind of people. I went to a private school and practically everyone there was the kids of doctors and lawyers. My parents weren't poor but I certainly didn't drive a Benz to school. So it was nice to surround myself with someone who seemed more realistic to the woes of money. She promised me a normal party with a chance of meeting a guy. I had only been with one man so I wasn't exactly innocent but neither was I knowledgeable enough to turn tricks on the corner.
My mom called before we left to give me a "Mother's Intuition" warning, how I wish I would have listened to her words. Instead I brushed them off and put on the I'm an invincible young woman suit who doesn't need to follow any rules but my own.
When we arrived my stomach was in knots. The people there were all my friend's past classmates. I didn't even know where I was geographically, just that I was at a large field with a massive bonfire. I don't consider myself a shy person but I stayed by her truck for most of the night until he showed up.
He, the worst mistake of my life, came strutting up with an aura of confidence that made me weak in the knees. He was a handsome tall glass of water and I wanted every last drop of him. He was 6ft 4in with dark brown hair and eyes. Being I was 5ft 9in I always struggled to find men taller than me, so I instantly melted when I had to crane my neck upwards just to look at him. He was muscular and strong in his core. God was he strong, he could easily overpower me which is practically every girl's fantasy. However given the chance again I would choose the smallest prick.
He introduced himself as Brandon and offered to bring me a solo cup of alcohol. At the time I felt like it showed his qualities as a gentleman and I readily accepted his gift. We talked for hours it seemed, learning the past of each other. He never let my cup go past half full before gallantly refilling it. He was super sneaky about helping me to get drunk cause the whole time I felt like I actually had a choice. Wrong. He was always in control even from those first moments of my hell with him he controlled me.
Several cups in I needed to use the restroom but like I said we were in the middle of bumfuck Egypt so a toilet was a not happening. I searched for my friend but desperation took hold and I agreed to let him help. We walked out into the field to where his truck was parked. Thankfully there wasn't anyone around and he had napkins, probably from a drive thru, that I could use to clean myself. He did everything right. He turned away to give me privacy but stayed close in case my drunken self decided to fall again. I finished and before we joined the others he wanted me to see his truck. I obliged even though it didn't matter to me but I wanted to be nice to return the favor. I hopped in the driver's seat as he stood by my side. But the hop in threw my head spinning and made me feel like I was about to regurgitate my drinks. Then it started.
"Hey girl, you need to just sit still for a minute. You're looking pale." He said smiling sweetly.
" I'm be fine ish. Nothsin wronggg."
Clearly I was drunk.
" maybe I can just lay down herree... for a sec..."
I said feeling humiliated and totally wasted.
"Ok beautiful just lay back on the seat. I'm right here if you need me"
Awe that was so sweet of him. I grinned from ear to ear which must have looked seductive because it lit a fire in him. He placed his hands gently on my cheeks and moved in slowly for our first kiss. His lips caressed mine softly at first. His hands started to circle around my face to allow his finger to slip thru the strands of my hair. The kiss became passionate. Our tongues danced in each others mouth and coming up for air was the farthest thing on my mind. Damn he's a good kisser. We were entranced by each other. He let his hands slide down my shoulders to my waist. He slipped them under my shirt which made me tense but then they went to rubbing my back which calmed me down. He wanted me and I wanted him. But I didn't want our first time to be like this. I envisioned a romantic plethora of body entanglements and sweet pillow talk. The intoxication symptoms managed to snap me back to reality and I gently pushed him away.
"I'm sorry but I'm feeling nauseated again. Can we cool our jets for now and let me sober up a bit?" I felt so childish for not being able to handle my liquor better. He seemed irritated but quickly hid his true thoughts.
"Oh okay beautiful. I do enjoy kissing you and I would love to do more."
I explained that I had only been with one man and that I was not very proficient with sexual relationships. I started to go into the details of my last relationship to better explain why I wasn't ready for more, but I couldn't keep his attention on my words. He wanted my body no matter the cost. I feigned the need to lay down in an attempt to recluse from his touch. Understand that his touch wasn't the issue. He really knew how to caress my body and I did love the desire he possessed. The need to have me. The lust for my body.
My little trick seemed to be working, as he slowly backed away. I heard voices nearby and he spoke friendly to the party goers. They must have been leaving because I heard their engine start as I laid there with my eyes closed. A few minutes past and he walked back to his vehicle. I was still where he left me. I was reclined back across his seat with my feet dangling over the edge with the driver door left open. He spoke my name softly.
"Kari? You awake beautiful?"
My eyes stayed closed as I pretended to be passed out. As I recount that night I'm not sure why I thought it was a good idea to test chivarly. I laid there fully vulnerable expecting him to not take advantage of me. But I was a very naive seventeen year old with heart full of fairy tales.
"Kari.... Kari..... beautiful you shouldn't have passed out on me girl. You're body is driving me crazy."
He started to glide his hands up my legs to my sweet spot. That made me grunt and try to push his hands away while still eluding to being passed out. He paused for a moment which I mistook as a sign of defeat. To my horror, he continued stretching his hands towards the bottom of my blouse. Is he seriously going to try to cop a feel of my breasts? I thought to myself. That was exactly his intentions. He smoothly slid his fingers under my white lace bra. He encircled my nipples and would alternate between rubbing and squeezing them. It felt good for a split second then my brain kicked in and reminded me that this was not something I had willingly allowed. He let out a low groan and then descended his hands down to my pants. My breasts were merely a test to see if I was truly passed out, the way a car thief might see if a car was unlocked before further attempting the burgarly. I laid there frozen in disbelief. I was screaming on the inside and yet motionless outside. The panic kicked in when he quickly unbuttoned my jeans and pulled them to my ankles. Enough. My test was over and clearly he didn't pass.
I set up abruptly and began to tell him "No. Stop please."
" What's the matter beautiful? Don't tell me you don't want this." He said with confidence.
"I don't want this. You are trying to take advantage of me as if you're some kind of animal. You're an asshole!"
I said with sterness in my tone. But I must have hit a nerve when I called him an asshole. His eyes went dark. I would later discover that when his eyes would go dark that would only mean pain was coming my way. He pushed me back against the seat. Then he spoke.
"Asshole!? You will learn to never say that to me again. I'm going to teach you a lesson beautiful."
I started to protest again but was silenced by his hand coming down hard to cover my mouth. So I used my own hands as weapons to try to reach my freedom. They flailed about pointlessly as he grabbed my wrists and in one motion landed his body on top of mine with my hands above my head. As he laid there with all 230 pounds of his meat sack on top of me my breathing became shallow with very little air to supply my body.
"If you scream again I will choke you until your eyes pop out! Got it beautiful?"
He spoke coldly but I believed him to be truthful, so I nodded and conceded. With his now free hand he went towards my kitty. As he rubbed his fingers between my legs he mocked me for being wet. To him it was a sign that I wanted all of this. At the time I was ashamed of myself. I didn't know that my body was only reacting as a protector. I have since learned that a womans body will respond to even the most vile sexual acts as a form of protection to keep from ripping her insides out. At that moment I hated the betrayal. I blamed my natural instincts for his continued actions.
He continued and forcefully shoved his fingers deep inside me. I squirmed and tried to break free but he let go of my hands to put a firm squeeze on my throat. I stopped and he continued. He undid his pants and jammed his dick inside me. It ripped thru my lips and tore out pieces of my soul with every forceful thrust. Tears escaped my eyes but he didn't notice nor care. He finally finished and though I thought my night couldn't be any worse he spoke those devastating words.
"From now on you're mine. Don't think that I'm done with you yet... oh and if you tell anyone I will make you regret the day you were born."
I whimpered and agreed believing that I would get away and tell everyone. I was so foolish.
As soon as he released me I got dressed and went on a desperate search for my friend. When I found her the look in my eyes gave way for her to question if I was alright. As I was about to release the details of the event he walked up and placed his arm around my waist. He had evil in his eyes and as his grip tightened and the pain increased I knew I couldn't tell anyone what happen.