A/N: This chapter contains a rape scene and near constant nudity. I do not mean any offense or anything about rape victims by this chapter.
Billy roughly threw me down onto the cold, hard concrete of the driveway, my left cheek scraping the ground on impact. Honestly, I hadn't thought that even Billy was capable of something like this, but looking into his cold grey eyes, I knew that he was going to go through with it. The best I could do was to take it and never speak of it again.
It took him a moment before, weight already effectively holding me down, he went for my shirt. My jacket being downstairs in the basement, my bra was exposed in seconds as he more or less ripped the fabric of my top from my torso. This action revealed a slightly worn nude bra embracing my chest, the size of which he raised his eyebrows at.
"Huh," he said, chuckling as he jerked my torso forward in an attempt to get at the hooks holding the bra in place. "Who knew you were hiding such a nice rack…"
The temptation to knee him in the balls was overwhelming, but being locked into place with his arms around my torso wasn't exactly the ideal position to escape from. Instead, I struggled weakly and whimpered as my bra finally came loose from around my form. Even less gentle than before, he tore the undergarment from my arms and threw it aside with my shirt, eyes immediately going to my very full bare breasts.
"Damn," he remarked, shifting a hand to fondle my right boob. "How big are you, commie?" At that whisper, I felt him stiffen through his jeans. It made my skin crawl.
I made marked attempt to move away at that point, but being half your captor's weight didn't make it easy. He grabbed my long, burgundy hair as I went to stand up, dragging me back down to the ground by it. He stared hungrily at me as he did it, his tongue gliding along his yellowed teeth and the whole scene bathed in yellow lamp light.
It was mere seconds before my baggy black pants were tossed aside with the rest of my outer clothes, this time around revealing a lacy black thong that did nothing to cover that last stubborn pudge at the bottom of my stomach that just never seemed to go away.
Still feeling his throbbing cock against my thigh as he looked my near-naked body over a few times, Billy once again laughed. "So that's where the tits came from. Fat chicks generally have big jugs. Gotta hand it to you though. You hide it well." At that, he slapped my stomach so hard that I wanted to cry out in pain. The skin heated up greatly, a hand-shaped red mark already having made its home on my tummy. It looked as if it were definitely going to bruise in the morning, possibly swell as well.
"You've got a fat ass too," he adds, forcibly turning me over and cupping the left cheek in his hand. "Jesus fuck, what have I been missing out on?"
Flipping me back over onto my back with sickening ease, he immediately went and pulled my lacy underwear right off, leaving me totally exposed in the night. While I struggled uncomfortably under Billy's weight, feeling icy rain drops pooling right around my most private and sensitive areas at the same time, I watched as his belt buckle fell onto my bare torso. Even out in the freezing rain, the cold metal on my abnormally hot porcelain skin was a shock to the system. Soon, his brown leather belt had completely abandoned his jeans. His zipper was next to fall, leaving him on top of me in his boxers a few moments later.
Thinking that I had been suffering before he had taken his pants off had been a horrendous mistake on my part. Now, his fondling was incessant. He ran his callused hands up and down my body, grabbing me roughly by the hips and yanking me in closer to him. He squeezed my breasts tightly in his hands, the sensitive tissue surely to bruise after the violent fondling. He then dug his nails into my buttocks, his free hand whipping out his similarly meaty cock. The throbbing member stood erect at attention, that same free hand behind my head, forcing my mouth toward his penis.
"Suck it," he commanded, his hand never leaving the back of my head as he forced himself down my throat. The foul taste permeated my mouth on contact, but Billy would not permit me to spit. Beyond angry and choking on redneck sausage prompted me to bite down on purpose. I was delighted when he screamed in pain, but my amusement almost immediately turned to fear when he stood up, dragging me by my hair over to the wall and taking the belt with him.
"You'll pay for that," he hissed. I must not have bitten too hard, because he was still erect and I didn't see any blood.
Throwing me against the wall with all of his brute strength and managing to scrape up my other cheek as well, he then took the belt like a whip and lashed me hard on the back. I couldn't hold it in anymore. I screamed at the top of my lungs, silently hoping that my cousin had heard it and would come to rescue me.
"How do you like that?" Billy hissed, cracking his belt against my naked porcelain body once again. Followed by my second scream, I felt a slightly warm trickle of water down my face. I couldn't tell whether it was a tear or a raindrop. "That's what you get, bitch!"
Before I could escape his brute force, the redneck grabbed me by the hair once again, forcing my nude form face-up against the brick wall. Before I could register what was happening, I felt a sharp pain between my legs and realized what was going on. He was trying to get inside of me.
Being a shameless virgin, I had never had a man inside me before, but it was the worst pain of my life. I would not have been able to take it if I had narrow hips. Hoping for it to be over as soon as possible, I stayed as still as I possibly could.
The penetration was over in a matter of minutes, and after he exited, I felt a bead of hot liquid run down my leg and shuddered. I had bled. He was probably going to comment on that too.
"Virgin, huh?" he remarked, snorting and picking up his belt once again. "I figured as much. Well, either that or a whore who'd open her commie legs for everyone."
I really couldn't help myself at that point. "You say commie like it's a bad thing," I immediately stated, an undertone of lingering pain from my cherry being popped residing in my voice. "Yet you proclaim yourself a redneck like it's something to be proud of."
I knew I should have kept my mouth shut then, so I did what my instincts told me to and I ran. Being able to snatch up my t-shirt and bra at the end of the driveway, I took off naked down the desolate country road with a big, beefy redneck chasing after me. His longer legs gave him a severe advantage, while my voluminous breasts just threatened to knock me out and hurt my chest every single time they bounced.
Not too far down the road, I spotted a very large, dark-colored truck pulled over on the side of the road and could just make out a figure exiting through the driver's side door. Not caring or really even noticing who it was, I ran toward them, bleeding and sobbing. Shaking like a leaf and now barely escaping Billy's grasp, I ran until I was shielded behind the stranger. Oddly, this man that I didn't seem to know seemed ready and willing to protect me, and he proved that when he took a silver pistol from his belt, aimed it at my attacker, and shot him right between the eyes.
Billy fell down dead not three feet away from me, a small ooze of blood trickling from the bullet wound right above the bridge of his nose. My savior, whoever he was, seemed to be an excellent marksman. Hell, I've never seen shooting that good. He had to be military.
When my savior turned around to face me, I got my first real look at his features. He was broad-shouldered and square-headed, with very fair skin and long lashes framing deep brown eyes set below a spacious forehead and a pair of very thick eyebrows. There was very little shaggy, golden brown hair peeking out of his hat. This hat, I then noticed, had a sickle and hammer positioned right at the brim. A Soviet had quite possibly saved my life, and was now trying very hard to avert his attention from my bare chest.
"Please, dress in the truck," he said after a few moments of awkward silence, immediately going to the trunk for something. Though he spoke very good English, his heavy accent was strangely intoxicating. "I will get you dry shirt and pants."
"Thank you," I said quietly, hopping into the vehicle gladly and beginning to put my wet bra back on. And before I could stop myself, I felt the need to add, "I'm Farrah."
"Viktor," the man said, opening the door and handing me a clean, dry uniform much like the one that he was wearing. Like a gentleman, he turned his back as I finished getting dressed.
Clearing my throat once I had put all of my clothes on, I was slightly disappointed when this didn't capture his attention quite as quickly as I wished it had. Instead, I had to stretch out my arm and tap him on the shoulder before he turned around. "Thank you," I mumbled, my eyes drifting back in the direction of Billy's corpse. "Thank you so much."
Viktor simply nodded. "It is instinct," he stated plainly. "He did not respect you. I put him down."
"Well thank you, still," I insisted with a small smile. "I probably seem awful for saying this, but I'm relieved that he's gone."
"Honestly, I am more worried about your wounds," Viktor said, taking a step closer to observe the scrape marks on my face. "Those, as well as the lash marks on your back, are what I'm concerned about more than anything."