'I knew you were just playacting,' Jon said. His eyes were wild and hot with lust.
He tore her jacket from her and jerked off her shirt. He licked his lips at the sight of bare female flesh. She regained her senses and tried to fight him, but her struggles seemed only to give him more strength. He savagely tore her bra from her. The sight of her bare breasts was almost more than Jon could cope with. His growing erection was painful confined within his jeans.
He confused her by saying, 'Stop pretending with me, Patsy!'
'Jon! Don't do this to me!' She fought his hands and again slapped him.
He hit her twice, rocking her head, addling her, her long hair whipping around her heart-shaped face. She felt the coldness of earth on her bare back.
Jon removed his leather belt and secured her wrists, binding them tightly. He tied the other end around a small sapling. 'I've read about girls like you,' he panted the words, lust making the words almost incomprehensible to her. 'You bitches like it rough. Bondage. That's the word. That's the way you like it, huh—O.K., then that's the way it's gonna be.'
She finally opened her mouth to scream and Jon slapped a hand over her lips and painfully wound the fingers of his other hand in her hair. His mouth close to her face, his breath hot on her cheek, he said, 'If you want to live, don't scream. I don't know why you're doing this; don't know why you pretend you don't want to fuck me, but if you scream, I'll kill you. Do you understand that?'
Her eyes wide and frightened, she nodded her head.
Jon removed his hand from her mouth. 'If you scream, Patsy, I'll make the hurt last a long time before you die. You'd better understand that.'
'I believe you,' she said softly.
He bent his head and sucked at her breasts and nipples while he worked off his jeans and underwear. He seemed oblivious to the cool air from the river. She felt his erection flop hot and heavy on her leg. She offered no resistance as he quickly undressed her and parted her legs. He tried to force his length inside her, but he was large and she was dry. He worked a finger inside her, then two. Finally moisture began to dampen her virgin tightness.
He tried again to force the head of his penis inside her. But he was so large and swollen all he accomplished was pain for both of them.
'Goddamn you!' he swore at her.
'It isn't my fault!' she returned the shout.
He slapped her. 'I told you not to yell!' he hissed at the girl.
She turned her face away and wept. Her wrists ached from the leather bindings and her genital area hurt from Jon's attempted rape.
She opened her eyes and looked at his swollen maleness. The … thing seemed abnormal to her. It was. She pulled her eyes to his face. She could see evil written plainly there. 'The Lord is my shepherd,' she began praying. 'I shall not—'
Jon slapped her. 'Oh, shut up with that crap. You don't believe that shit any more than I do.'
'I do!' she cried.
Black evil colored the boy's eyes. 'Tell me you don't,' he urged her. 'Say it and it'll be easier for you.'
'You won't hurt me?'
'I'll try to be easy with you. Come on, Patsy, say it. Say it.' He slapped her again and again, bruising her face.
She spoke the damning words, over and over until he stopped slapping her. She repeated them.
A hot wind began blowing over youthful flesh. Something clouded Patsy's mind. The words came easier to her, and for the first time in her young life, she truly blasphemed.
Jon lay between her legs and began licking at her. Patsy tried to feel shame and revulsion at the oral act but found she could not. She felt his tongue enter her and she twisted and moaned. She was not aware of the hot wind matching her moaning and thrashing. She became wet and wanting. Jon worked fingers inside her, spreading her. He removed the leather belt.
He positioned himself and pushed. It hurt her, but still she felt something else over the pain. She laughed hoarsely and kissed him as his manhood tore through maidenhead.
Both of the young people were so involved in the heat of the act they did not notice the dark laughter rising from the river like an invisible mist.
'Oh, goddamn, that feels good!' Jon whispered.
She pulled his mouth to hers and rammed her tongue between his lips.
As he drove deeper with each thrust, filth began rolling from the mouths of the young couple in dark rivers of blasphemy. They were unaware of the black mist that covered them and the area in which they rolled and hunched and lunged at each other. The girl experienced shattering climax after building climax, finally shivering as the young man filled her with hot fluid.
They lay on the piles of clothing. 'We'll rest for a time,' he told her. 'Then we'll do it again.'
'Fucking right,' Patsy said.
'Logandale one,' the call came through.
'Go ahead,' Monty replied.
'How'd the search go, Chief?'
