Runaway Teen Gets Brutally Raped

Story Excerpt

It’s the middle of the night, and you’re driving down a dark, empty road. Your headlights cut through the blackness, and then you spot a girl standing on the side of the road, waving her hand high. She looks young, with a short skirt that barely covers her thighs and a tight blouse hugging her chest. A small shoulder bag hangs from her side. You slow down and pull over, rolling down the window.

“What’s up?” you ask, peering out at her.

She steps closer, her face lit by your headlights. “I ran away from home,” she says. “Can I hitch a ride? Please?”

You eye her outfit, the way the skirt clings to her hips. “How old are you?” you ask.

“I’m 18,” she replies with a quick smile, tilting her head.

You nod. “Alright, hop in. I’m heading to my cabin up the road.”

She slides into the passenger seat next to you, her shoulder bag on her lap. The car fills with the scent of her perfume, light and sweet. You pull back onto the road and start driving, the engine humming quietly.

As the miles pass, she shifts in her seat. Her legs part a little, then more, the short skirt riding up her thighs. You glance over and catch a glimpse of her panties—thin and lacy, hugging her mound.

She doesn’t pull the skirt down or close her legs. Instead, she stretches her arms above her head, making her breasts push against the tight blouse. They bounce with the car’s motion over the bumps, nipples pressing through the fabric, but she acts like she doesn’t notice.

You clear your throat. “It’s dangerous out here at night, you know. A girl like you alone on the road…”

She turns to you, her eyes sparkling in the dashboard light. She smiles, slow and warm, leaning a bit closer. “You look like a kind man,” she replies. “I think I’m safe with you.”

“Really?”

“Yes, really. By the way, I’m Amber. Yours?”

“Lucas.”

The road twists through the dark woods, and soon your cabin comes into view. A small, isolated shack with dim lights flickering from the windows.

You pull up and kill the engine, glancing at the girl beside you. She’s still smiling that teasing smile, her legs parted just enough to show the edge of her panties. But in your head, dark thoughts swirl. She’s wrong about you being kind. You’re going to show her exactly how dangerous you can be.