by Wendy Stone
He lifted his hips, almost crying out when she let him go. But then he rolled to his back, helping her pull his boxers down and over his feet. His hard shaft was released, slapping against his stomach. He couldn’t help but let his hand fist around it. Cadie’s eyes were huge as she saw the size of him. “I’ll try not to hurt you.”
“You’re my first, Mattie. I know it’s going to hurt.” Her fingers slid inside the side of her panties, pulling them down and off her feet. Naked, she knelt in front of him, letting him look his fill. “You like?”
He sat up, reaching for her. “Oh yeah, I love!” He tugged her over him, feeling the heat of her pussy against his cock, rubbing his shaft against her wetness. “You’re sure?” he asked her again.
Cadie smiled, reaching over and picking up his jeans to fish out his wallet. Opening it, she smiled as she saw the picture she’d given him, the one that her parents had forced her to have done for her senior year. She reached into the money slot, and pulled out the small foil package, ripping it open with her teeth. She pulled out the rolled latex and handed it to him.
“Sure you don’t want to do it?”
“I don’t want to hurt you,” she said, returning his words to him.
“You won’t.”
“Okay...” She took it from him, lifting herself off him and turning. She slipped it onto his cock, rolling it down carefully. His moan made her look up at him and he smiled, but it was strained. “Did I hurt you?”
“Oh yeah, it hurt so good...” He laughed when she cast a dirty look in his direction.
“Not funny, Mattie.”
He reached out, drawing her down where he could kiss the pout from her lips. “I love you, baby. I love you so much.” His hands stroked over her, caressing her, finally reaching between her legs. She was hot and dripping wet, more than ready for him. He pushed a single finger inside of her, feeling the tension of her hymen. His thumb strummed across her clit, gently stroking her.
Her cries grew louder, hoarser. Her hips began to move, slamming up into his hand. “Mattie, oh...” She grabbed his hand when he began to move his fingers away. “No! Don’t stop!”
He put it back and then concentrated upon strumming her clit, his lips moving from her shoulder down her chest to her breast. Sucking on her nipple, he pinched her clit and then tugged on it.
“Oh...Oh, Mattie.” Her head fell forward, resting against his chest as she slammed her lower body down against his hand. “I...I...”
Matt smiled as she cried out again, her hand against his wrist, holding him to her pussy. She shivered, and her breathing was rough. Matt smiled even wider as she collapsed against him, tiny shivers running through her every once in a while. “Ready for more?”
She lifted her head, licking her tongue over dry lips. “Yes,” she murmured. She kissed him, licking her tongue across his lips with enough pressure to have him gasping. “I want you, Mattie.”
“You do?”
“Yes,” she whined, her hips pushed against his. “I want you.”
He laid her back in the soft grass, parting her slim thighs. He kissed her again, reaching between them to push his cock between her sopping lips. He lifted his head, his eyes meeting hers. Then he pushed against her, his cock feeling the resistance of her innocence. Then he was through and he saw as well as heard her pain.
Her hands clutched at him, her nails dug into his back. He felt her pain in the tightening of her muscles and it made him feel incredibly guilty. “Ow,” she whispered.
“Are you okay?” he asked. She felt so incredibly wonderful, even only as far as he was inside of her. His teeth were gritted to try to keep himself from thrusting harder instead of waiting to give her time to get used to him.
“Give me a minute,” she whimpered.
“All right.” His breathing was growing rougher and he had to force himself to hold still. A few minutes later, she moved her hips.
“Oh, okay.”
“Okay?” he asked.
“Yeah,” she sighed. Her hands slipped to his hips. She pulled him into her, taking him a bit deeper.
“Yeah,” he echoed, a moan coming out of his mouth. He kept his strokes slow, shallow, never putting too much pressure as he pushed into her. It was heat, friction and wetness, cradling his cock. It was madness and he never wanted it to end. Her hands now cupped his ass, pulling him ever harder into her until he was slamming his hips against hers, his breathing rough, panting, sweat pouring off him.
“God, Mattie. Don’t stop,” she begged. “Don’t ever stop.”
Her body tightened, almost too tightly around him. He felt her pleasure, not just in the grip she had on his ass but also in the flutter of her sheath around him. It was more than he could take and he slammed into her, crying her name as he flooded the condom with his seed.
He lay against her, unwilling to move, loving the way she felt under him, the way he felt inside of her. “I love you, Cadie. I love you so much; you’re going to get tired of me saying it.”
“Never. You can tell me as much as you want. I will love hearing it every time.” She pressed a kiss on his cheek, her hands sliding over his shoulders and down the lean muscles of his back.
With a small sigh, he pulled from her body, reaching down to pull the used condom off his cock. Cadie rose slowly, standing to walk over to where she’d dropped Matt’s shirt. She pulled it on, buttoning two of the buttons right between her breasts. Then she walked back toward him, watching as he lay on his back, naked, stretching in front of her.
She smiled, laughing at the flush that warmed his cheeks though he didn’t even look at his jeans. “Not bashful are you?”
“Do you want me to put on my clothes? Cause if you do, you’re going to have to give me back my shirt.”
“This shirt?” she asked. She lifted her hands, playing with the buttons as she waited for him to answer.
Matt lay back, tucking his hands behind his head as he watched her walking back toward him. The sunlight made her hair shine and her skin gleam. Her eyes were wide and blue, sparkling. “Oh, definitely that shirt.”
“And you want it now?”
“Right now,” he said, his lips turning up at the corners. “That is if you want me to cover up.”
“Oh, now I just might have to think about that one.” Her eyes twinkled and she sank down next to him, pulling his shirt down as she crossed her legs in front of her. “Then again, you are pretty fine to look at.”
“Fine am I?” He chuckled, reaching out to grab her hand. “Have I fulfilled your condition?” he asked, suddenly serious.
“Oh yes, that and more, Mattie.”
He reached behind him and pulled the black box out, opening it and pulling out the ring. “So do I have to ask again?”
She chewed on her fingernail for just a moment. Then she held her hand out and smiled as he pushed it onto the right finger. “It’s beautiful.”
“Your mother said that you would like it.”
“You showed this to my mother?”
“I had to. I was afraid you’d think it was too small.” He reached for her hand again, wanting to admire his ring on her finger. “I guess this makes it official. Now you’ve got to go through with is.”
“As if,” she said with a laugh. “Did you talk to my dad?”
“He made me promise to take care of you. He said he didn’t do returns.” He chuckled at the look on her face. “I’m just telling you what he said.”
“My daddy wouldn’t say that,” she said with a laugh.
“Well, maybe not in so many words but I think that was the gist of it.”
“Yeah, sure it was.” She rolled her eyes and shook her head at him. Bending, she kissed him, her hand going to his cheek. “So...with you getting ready to go to boot camp, when did you want to do this? I could be ready if you give me enough
time to find a dress.”
“Oh no, we’re doing this right. I’ll give you until I get done with boot camp and then when I come home between boot and my first base, we’ll have the wedding. That way you and your mom will have time figuring this whole thing out.”
“Your mom too, Mattie. If I left her out, she’d never forgive me.” Before she could say anything else, she heard the sound of male laughter. She glanced over as Matt stood up and grabbed his jeans. He handed her the jeans she’d been wearing. She struggled into them just as three men walked out of the woods. They ignored Matt, their eyes on Cadie as she pulled up her jeans. She turned her back to button them and pull up the zipper.
“Hello gentlemen.” Matt tried to keep his tone calm, not wanting to start anything with them. He really didn’t care for the way they were staring at Cadie. “My fiancée and I were just celebrating our engagement.” He wanted to let them know right away that Cadie wasn’t up for grabs.
“Fiancée,” one of the men said. The other two laughed.
“She’s a pretty one.”
“Think he’s been fucking her?”
“Got her all nice and warmed up for us, wasn’t that nice of him.”
Matt grabbed Cadie’s hand and pulled her behind him. “We were just leaving.”
“Oh no, you won’t want to miss what comes next.” Two of them men reached out and grabbed Matt while the third grabbed Cadie, his hands coming around her to grab her breasts still unfettered under Matt’s shirt.
“He did us a favor, guys. He’s gotten rid of her bra.” He tugged on the shirt, still mostly left unbuttoned. He tugged and the buttons popped. “Oh yeah, baby. You got nice tits.”
Cadie wanted to scream but she couldn’t. The two men that held Matt had begun to beat him and she shouted his name when he was knocked to the ground, blood gushing from his nose. One of the men picked him up. The other moved closer, his fist back as he readied to punch Matt again.
Matt bent forward, ducking under the punch and letting the man holding him take it. “Leave her alone,” he shouted, breaking loose. He rushed to Cadie’s aid, only to stop when the man held a knife to her throat.
“Oh no, no, no. You be a good boy and maybe we won’t kill her when we’re done with her.”
“I’ve got some money. It’s not a lot, but you can have it if you’ll let her go.” Mattie wanted nothing more than to beat those boys five ways to Sunday but with Cadie here and that man’s hand on her breast, he had to figure out a way to get her out of it without getting her killed.
“Money, yeah. Remember to get that off of him before we kill him, Rick.” The man holding Cadie held the struggling girl with one arm, his other hand sliding down her body to push between her thighs. “She’s good and wet. Looks like she’s been had once already.”
Cadie screamed, hitting at the man and yanking at his hand. The invasion of his fingers into her pussy was awful and she wanted him gone, out of her. He was too strong and he pushed inside her, fucking her with those terrible fingers. “Stop, please God, stop!”
“God, hmm, I’ve been called a lot of names but never God.” He laughed at the glare she threw at him. The other two men were pushing Matt between them, laughing as he tried to fight them. Matt punched one, knocking him to the ground. The other boy let his fist fly, breaking Matt’s nose. Blood gushed over his lips and chin, but he didn’t go down. The love of his life was being mauled and he wasn’t going to fail her.
Another fist flew at him and landed with might against his abdomen. That one had him bending over, hissing as he tried to catch the breath forced out of him. He pushed himself up and ran at the man holding Cadie.
The man pushed Cadie to one of the others and his hand with the knife rose just as Matt reached him. Matt’s face was shocked, his eyes going to Cadie. He felt cold, his knees suddenly weak. “C-Cadie...I...I lov...” He fell to his knees and then to his face.
Cadie fought the man holding her. She screamed Matt’s name, sobs causing her voice to break. “No! Mattie...Please, let me go to him,” she begged her captor. Rick laughed.
“She wants to go to him, Mikey. Should we let her?”
The leader of the gang looked at her and laughed, shaking his head. “Nope, but I think you should give her back to me. If she wants to go to him, she’s gotta pay a price first.” He flicked his knife closed and slid it into the back pocket of his jeans. Then he unbuttoned and unzipped those jeans, letting them fall to his knees before shoving down a grayed pair of underwear. His cock was hard, standing out from a thick wiry thatch of pubic hair. “I think she should suck me off and then we’ll consider letting her go to Mattie.” He wagged his fingers at her, motioning for her to come closer.
“Y-you want me to...to s-suck you?” The disgust on her face was easily evident.
“Well, you can suck me off or you can stand there and watch your boyfriend die. Either way is fine for me.” He leaned back against a tree trunk, his fist slipping over his hard cock. “Poor Mattie, I guess you just don’t love him.”
“Bastard!” Cadie shouted, but her eyes went back to Matt’s still body. She could see the blood pooling around him and knew that if he wasn’t dead already he would be soon. She took the few steps to Mikey, barely noticing when Rick pulled off her shirt, leaving her naked in front of them. Dropping to her knees, she forced herself to take him in her hand.
“Suck me good, bitch, and don’t even think about biting me. You bite me and you might just end up in the same shape as your boyfriend over there. But you will for sure be missing teeth. Now come on.” He dug his hands in her hair, forcing her to open her mouth and take him in. He held her there, his hips moving as he fucked her face.
Cadie gagged over and over, hating the man and what he was doing to her. When she felt another man come up behind her, she almost bit him. It took a lot to fight off the instinct to, but she managed, barely. Hands squeezed her breasts, fingers twisting and pinching her nipples harshly.
“That’s it, bitch. Suck on it harder. Oh yeah. Use your tongue.” Rick groaned. The excitement of the rape to come and the feel of her hot mouth around his cock had him coming within ten minutes. He held her against him, shooting his hot spunk down her throat. She swallowed convulsively, choking and gagging the entire time.
“Okay boys,” he said finally, pushing her away from him. “Dave, you’re first this time.”
Cadie cried out. “No!” She was ignored. Rick knocked her to the ground and the man, Dave, was on her before she could blink. She scratched at him but she was no match to his strength. He easily pushed her legs apart and she could feel his hard cock poking at the tender flesh between her thighs. “Please, don’t!”
He pushed it inside of her, thrusting harshly. Even as wet as she’d been from her time with Matt inside her, Dave’s cock hurt her. She reached up, scratching at Dave’s face with her nails. One ripped across his eye, drawing blood.
Dave slapped at her hand then his fist flew and he hit her in the chin.
The pain was sharp and fast, and then blackness took her.
Chapter Two
The darkness that had been around her, comforting her, was slowly dispersing. She felt as if she were rising, torn from that wonderful blackness into a world of light she wasn’t sure she wanted to go back to.
Her eyes fluttered and she heard her mom’s voice. “Oh thank God, thank God. Come on, baby. Mama’s here.” Her mother’s voice held panic and relief and she focused on that, opening her eyes to stare at her.
“Ma,” she rasped. Her voice was hoarse, her mouth and throat dry. It made talking so hard.
Her mother picked up a small cup that had a straw in it. She held it so Cadie could take a sip. It was icy cold and sweet, and it felt so good allowing her to be able to swallow again. “Thank you.”
“Oh baby, you’re welcome. I’m just so glad you finally
came back to us.”
“Came back? Where did I go?”
“Baby, you’ve been in a coma for a month. We thought you’d never wake up. But I’m so glad we were wrong.” Her momma was Carole Johnson. Carole was a good mother. She loved her daughter and her husband. She did her best to protect her daughter and this thing with Cadie had almost killed her. She’d wanted to go out and find those men who had done this to Cadie and to Mattie and take out her own kind of vengeance. If they had let her, those men would be singing an octave or two higher when she brought them in.
“W-what happened?” Cadie moved, moaning as pain bit into her legs.
“Honey, you were attacked, don’t you remember?”
“M-Mattie asked me to marry him.” She smiled and her right hand touched her left, feeling the IV but then no ring. “My ring...”
“What ring baby? You didn’t have any rings on.” Carole stared at her daughter, perplexed.
She cried out. “They took it…those men. They took it from me. Mattie’s dead and they took his ring from me.”
There was little emotion left in her face, none at all in her speech. It was as if someone had told her they were out of lemon for her tea.
“Yes, baby. He died trying to protect you.”
Cadie nodded, then rolled slowly to her side, her back to her mother. “I’d like to be alone now, Mom, please.”
“Okay. I’ll go and find your father and tell him you’re awake.” She reached down and picked up her purse from where she’d set it. Then she reached out, her hand touching Cadie’s arm. “He died protecting you, Cadie. Remember that.”
Cadie nodded. She would do or say anything to get her mother out of there at that moment. She knew her mother meant well, but the horrible pain of his loss was wrapped around her heart and lungs, making it difficult to breathe. As soon as her mother left, Cadie stuffed the edge of the pillow into her mouth, screaming into it as the pain grew as if it planned to tear her apart. She couldn’t close her eyes without seeing Mattie’s smiling face, the look in his eyes when he told her he loved her, and hearing the sound of his voice laughing and teasing her.