:Author’s note: This story is NOT who I am. I was challenged to write a ‘horror’ story- and I have always sneered at the ‘oogy-boogy’ stuff; to me, for true horror, look into the human mind…lol And on that note…. Here’s my response to the challenge.

             A Perfect Summer’s Day    

     She stood at the side of the country road with her thumb out,  in tshirt and jeans, a slender darkhaired girl with a ripening figure. She  peered  at the car as it slowed, then rolled to a stop beside her. Bending down to look in, she saw a 40-ish, kindly-faced man regarding her with a smile, and with a sigh of relief she saw the clerical collar around his throat,  and  the bible on the rear seat.  There was a hum as he rolled the window down by  pushing  a button  on his door.  Yes,  child?’, he enquired, eyes twinkling.  ‘Are you having a problem?’

    ‘I just need a ride to the next town, Father’,  she  answered, reaching for the doorhandle. “I can catch a bus from there.”

    “Where are you going?- And I’m a minister, not a priest.”

   “Oh. I’m sorry, sir. Out to the coast”, she answered, then quickly added ‘to see some friends.’

   “ I  see’ he said, as he shifted the car into Drive, but kept his foot on the brake. ‘ And do your parents know you are going? I’m surprised they didn’t drive you in themselves.”

    Blushing, she glanced away, then, afraid to   lie to a priest- that seemed somehow impossible- looked up. ‘No! They don’t care about me anyway. They’ve told me so.’ Actually, the fight with her mom was over her being on her internet so much, and restricting her to 2 hrs a night- but to cut her off from her friends like that showed that her mom didn’t care about   her; she was sure of it.

   His face was grave, as he looked into her eyes. “How old are you, child?”

   “I’m not a child! I’m 18.” Then, meeting his gaze, she blushed, and looked away.

  ‘How    old?’

  ‘I-I’ll be 18 in October.”

      He thought she was lying by at least a year, more likely two, but let it slide.  “I won’t lecture you- but have you thought this through? There are a lot of evil people in the world who look for youngsters like yourself, you know.”

   She flushed again at ‘youngster’, and tried not to sound snippy a she answered’ I can take care of myself.’

He sighed, then - “well, I won’t try to stop you,  then; it’s in God’s hands’. He looked at her again. “I won’t move till you put your seatbelt on, though.”

    Hastily she snapped the buckle shut, then leaned back in her seat, touching her head to the headrest. There was a sizzling pop, a spark, and she stiffened, her eyes bulging, before she slumped in the seat unconscious. The ‘Minister’ put the car into park, and turned off the engine, then looked at her, and smiled. ‘I tried to warn you there are evil people   that look for youngsters like you. And I’m one of them.’ Reaching behind his neck, he popped the snap of the collar, and tossed it beside the bible in the rear. Best 3 bucks he’d ever spent, he thought, remembering its purchase from a costume store. That, and mounting the taser into the headrest, so it armed when the seatbelt was  closed  was a stroke of genius, he smiled to himself. Now, it was playtime. Reaching into his pocket for  his cellphone, he dialed, then spoke.

    ‘Jim?  Karl  here. Yeah,  good. OK- do you want to let Lennie know I have another one?  Yes, the usual place. All  right.  Till  later,  then.” He snapped the phone shut, and put it away, then got out and moved to the other side of the car. In the pocket of the car door were several long cable-ties; he quickly shackled her wrists and ankles together, then used a third to hogtie her. Finally, he used duct tape to gag and blindfold  her.  Stooping, he easily lifted the slender girl and put her in the back, covered her with a blanket, and drove away.

    He knew she was awake, as he pulled into a secluded area of the Federal park; he’d been listening to her moan thru the tape and try to thrash her way free for almost an hour before  he shut of the engine. He’d driven thru the park for a while, making sure it was deserted; not even any hikers generally came this far out. The good trails and scenery were in the next valley. Exiting the car, he hauled her out onto the gravel with a thud that cut off he strangled shriek she’d begun as she felt his hands on her.  Locking the car, he picked her up with a slight grunt, hoisting her over his shoulder, then  picked up the hatchet he’d pulled out with her and headed down a trail that led into the woods. There was a sign on a chain announcing the trail was closed to the public; he simply stepped over the chain and went on.  He could feel her shuddering as she sobbed, and smiled. She was not trying to fight him; that was good. He didn’t want to have to hurt her right away.

   After about 15 minutes, that seemed an age to the terrified girl, he came to a clearing about 30 feet in diameter.  With a sigh of relief, he eased her to the ground, then stretched, Heavier than she looked he thought- maybe 125, instead  of the 115  he had guessed at first. But  a  nice little body; no fat anywhere. He left her to her own devices  for  a  bit, turning into the woods with the hatchet. When he returned, 5 minutes later, she had squirmed her way almost across the clearing, fighting  blindly  to find some sort of shelter to hide in. Quietly, he stalked up to her squirming form, then grabbed her ankles and hauled her back to the center of the clearing,   laughing aloud as she shrieked again through the tape on her mouth.

   He pulled her to him, letting her feel the hatchet-head against her cheek. As she stilled, he   whispered  in  a voice that chilled her soul “Do you want to do this the hard way, or the easy way?”  Then with a brutal yank, he pulled the tape free of   her  mouth. As she drew in a breath to scream, he let the first shrill note escape her, then drove his fist into the pit of her stomach . She ‘whuff’!-ed, then curled into an agonized ball,   gasping for air, face blindly seeking his whereabouts. He grabbed her hair, pulling her half from the ground. “Listen, you stupid little cunt- I am going to fuck you. I am going to fuck you front, back, and down your throat, and if I ain’t happy, I’ll use the hatchet to cut you into fishbait! You understand me?’ To emphasise his words he gave her a short shake that snapped her head to and fro. Dropping her to the ground again, he knelt beside her. ‘ No-one can hear you. No-one will find us. The calvary ain’t coming. I am who decides if you walk out of here, or go in a bodybag. Now, what’s it gonna be?”

   “Please”, she whimpered, turning towards his voice.

   : “Too late for that, youngster’; he sneered harshly.’ Now, is it gonna be easy, or do you like it rough?” As she still couldn’t speak for sobbing, he  hauled  her half-erect again, and slapped her twice across the face, forehand and back. ‘WELL?’ His voice rose to a roar as he threw her back down.  Bending a little, he made out the hoarsely hiccupping words.

   ‘P-please. Please don’t hurt me! I’ll do anything you want, only please don’t hurt me.’

   “All  right. Then listen, and listen   good.  I’m going to cut the wrist and ankle ties, and let you stand up. If you so much as lift a finger to the tape on your eyes, you die. If you don’t do what I want you to do, right away, you die. If you try to run away, you die. Clear so far?” Sobbing, she nodded jerkily, and he continued. “When I cut your bindings, I want you to stand up. You can tell where I am by my voice. And for your first bit, you’re gonna do a strip-tease for me, youngster. And make it sexy, or I’ll have to hurt you.”  She felt the cold steel of the hatchet against her ankles, then her wrists, and she could move again.

   For one mad moment, she almost bolted- but knew if she did she was dead. He was bigger, stronger, had a hatchet, and could see- what chance could she have? But she would never forget his face, she knew- she had to live, so she could see him jailed. Clutching that thought, to give her courage, she stood slowly, then sought the sound of him so she could  face  him. ‘Over here’ came the curt command, and she swung  towards the sound.

    “What kind of music would you like?’ he asked. ‘I have an Ipod , name it.’

    ‘I-I-I don’t know’, stammering

   “Well, something classic, then’  She recognized the tune from the movie she and her friends had once watched about Gypsy Lee Rose, and blushed to the roots of her hair. Slowly, stumblingly, she began to sway to the music, nervously reaching for the hem of her t-shirt.

     She leapt into the air, screaming shilly, as a line of fire drew itself across her denim-clad buttocks. ‘That’s a hickory switch’ came the sneering voice. If I don’t think you are trying to turn me on, I’ll use it again.’ The clearing echoed to the playing music, interspersed with her wailing screams whenever the switch bit in. Finally she stood naked, several red lines showing on creamy skin, sobbing harshly, memories burning her soul. She’d pushed her breasts out, offering them to him; she’d bent over and waved her privates at him, she’d… she sobbed. But the switch had hurt so damn much..  ‘ All righty’-his voice jerked her back to full and terrified awareness. ‘Now you can ask me to fuck you.’

   ‘P-ppardon mm ?? EEEEEE”- she wailed again as the switch laid across her nipples. Crouching over, cradling the anguished flesh, she shuddered, but managed to sob out.. P..p..please, will you fuck me? Please?’

   “I thought you’d ever ask. If you ask me, it has to be consensual, right?’ She was glad he did not wait for a reply before going on; she was not sure she could have spoken past the ball of rage in her throat. ‘ Fine. Which do you want first?”

    ‘I don’t understand”- Again she howled as the switch whistled in across her bare buttocks  once again.

    ‘Do you want it in your cunt or your ass, first. I’d recommend cunt first; less likely to get infections than if I push a shitty dick into you.’ She was dumbstruck for a second, but remembered the switch and gasped out.’ Pleae- Don’t hit me again. Not there!? I’m a virgin. Plea---AIEEEEEEE”, as searing pain  raked her nipples, ‘My  cunt!  my cunt. Please fuck my cunt. ‘

     ‘Get down on your back.’

    Tremblingly, she lay down, spreading herself without being told. She could feel him standing above her, and heard the zipper of  his  pants . The rustle of the dry grass told her he was kneeling, and then she felt his weight  upon  her, and a burst of agony between her thighs. Though it seemed to her to last an eternity, he was quick; his excitement over her degradation and her taut young body making it impossible to hold back. She wept afresh as she felt his final brutally hard lunges, and his rasping shout of exaultation as he spent, and the hot stickiness of his sperm. Gasping, he laid upon her for several minutes, then pulled away, making her yelp as her torn and bruised tenderness was pulled upon with his withdrawal. Then she felt his hand upon her neck, lifting her and pulling her towards him. ‘Clean me off’. The command was cold and curt; her stomach quailed; her mind reeled in confusion. Hesitantly she reached out, fumbling, till his hand slammed her head forward into his lap. “With your mouth, you stunned cunt!. It’s your blood all over my dick- you clean it off.”

    Again tears streamed from under the duct tape as she allowed herself to be guided down  to feel his slimy softness against her lips. Trying not to think at all, she opened her lips, and allowed his flesh into  her mouth. ‘His voice rasped again’ ‘If I feel a tooth, I’ll knock every fucking one down your throat, before you get to give me a blowjob with your bleeding gums.’ Then as she suckled, gasping out her sobs, ‘ Use your tongue, damn it. Make like the little cocksucker you are, or by Christ…’ The unspoken threat terrified her into eager compliance; though not sure of what to do or how, she used her tongue to run the length of his penis, sucking upon it and then rolling her tongue over and around., until to her horror, she felt him start to swell and harden again.

   ‘On all four’s, bitch’- Came with the agony of being pulled up and away by her hair, and flung forward to the ground. .’Now_ I’ll be nice- you can use some of your spit to lube your ass, unless you want it dry’ Crying aloud again, she struggled to all fours then pulled a gob of spit  onto her fingers and reached behind to dab it into her anus. ‘She could feel his eyes watching, even  without her sight- and hated him with all her heart for  what he had forced her to do. But the anger was lost in fear as she heard him shift again, putting his hands on her hips.  Instinctively, she tried to crawl away, mindless with terror, as she felt his phallus probe the entrance-  then howled louder than she had thus far as she felt him force his way into her, stretching and then tearing the delicate tissues. Though she didn’t realize it, the blood helped lubricate her anus, letting him slide in and out more easily as he yanked her  deeply onto his erection, then shoved her out to where she could feel the head ready to pop out again. Once it did, and her howl reached a new intensity as he plowed back into her in one vicious thrust. At last it was over, and she slumped forward; still impaled, but unable to hold her upper body off the ground any longer. A final wail as he pulled roughly out- and then ‘ Clean your shit off my dick, you little whore. You know how’.

    She could feel herself shutting down inside; her mind refusing to acknowledge his words  until she felt the cold touch of steel on her cheek again. ‘you want this hatchet up your ass  as well?’  Slowly she turned to fumble her way to his lap- then, gagging, opened her mouth to take in his reeking member. She did not think- she just acted; as she had the first time- she cleaned him, making sure to use her tongue, getting every bit of filth she  could find off him.  When her jaws began to hurt, she went to pull away, and was forced immediately back; the  newly replenished erection choking her as it pushed deep into her throat.. ‘Last hole, bitch. Make me come one more time, and swallow it like a good girl, and I’ll let you go . But make it good- make me feel you want to lick my dick. Understand?’

   The thought of freedom spurred her; she took his cock into her hands, and began to suck eagerly, moaning a little as her crotch and rectum throbbed and burned. It went on for an eternity as she inexpertly suckled, but at last she could feel him swell in her mouth, and then his hands forcing her head down. She struggled, thrashing wildly, as her airway was cut off, and she felt the thick gobbets gushing into her throat and down. Just as her vision was filling with pinwheels, threatening to  take her into blackness, he pulled out, and she gasped for air as he pushed her away and stood up.

     Sobbing harshly, she curled into a ball, lost in her own misery, not noticing the twack-twack-twack of the hatchet hitting wood.  She flinched as he grabbed her again, and screamed as he pulled her along the ground, beginning to struggle fiercely as she felt a slender circle of plastic go over her wrist, then zip tight, fastening her to what felt like some kind of slim tree.  Within mere seconds, she was spread-eagled, fastened to four newly-cut wooden stakes in the ground that he had driven home while she wept.’ What are you doing?” she shrieked,  writhing frantically. ‘You said you’d let me go. You said if I cooperated you wouldn’t hurt me”.

    ‘ I lied’.

     Her new protest was cut short as she felt cloth being wedged into her mouth. Then she felt his fingers at the tape covering her eyes, and blinked against the light as he pulled it free. He looked down at her, his face still that kindly, deceiving mask, and said- ‘well, sort of lied.’ As she blinked, confused and blinded by the dappled sunlight  he went on. ‘I ain’t gonna let you go- but I ain’t gonna kill you either.’ As she strove to find words for the questions swirling through her mind, he gathered her clothing under one arm, then simply turned and walked away down the trail and disappeared from view.

    She lay there, feeling the sun and the gentle breeze playing over her; her aches and pains  reasserting themselves as  her sobs reduced to sniffles.  She tried to pull free from her bindings, but the stakes  had been driven deep, and the cable-ties gave no slack at all. With some effort, she managed to work the cloth from her mouth, and spit it out; retching a little as she saw he’d  used her panties as the gag. Tears welled again and she fought them back, trying to think. Somehow she had to get free and report her tormentor. Regardless of humiliation, she’d be more than happy to testify against him, just to watch his face as the judge handed his sentence down.

Her head snapped around as she heard a rustle and footsteps coming along the path. Her heart raced; was he coming back? She sobbed with relief as she saw a tall, darkhaired man in a Ranger uniform step out of the bushes, and stop short as he saw her. ‘Help! Please, help me! I’ve been kidnapped and   raped.”

    His eyes traveled down her prostrate form, and she flinched. Tautly spreadeagled, she knew her every secret was revealed to his eyes. ‘Can you let me wear your jacket, please? Untie me?’ Her voice trailed off uncertainly; he didn’t seem concerned, or to make any move to release her.

     ‘Well, youngster- looks like it’s just not your day.’ Her eyes snapped to his face as she heard the word again; horror building inside her. Unbelieving, she saw him unbuckle his pants, and kneel between her spread thighs.

     ‘NOOOO-ooooo’… Her keening cry echoed through the woods as she felt him ram into her still-tender cleft. She struggled to dislodge his weight, pressing her down, pounding into her, but she could do nothing. Though she didn’t know it,   her movements only increased his pleasure, as did her tears and sobs as she wriggled beneath him. At last, it was over; he pulled free with a sucking plop, and stood erect again.

    ‘Not bad, not bad- he said you were cherry, but I didn’t think you’d be that tight’. She stared, mute, trying to fathom the meaning of his words. So consternated was she, she didn’t  pay real attention to him doing up his pants, or notice that instead of doing up his belt, he had pulled it free of the loops. It was not until he raised his arm that she saw the leather hanging from his hand, the hooked buckle dangling.

   ‘Wh-what..? she stuttered , again, still not really believing this could be happening- and then the belt swished down; the leather laying a wide red strip across her belly, the dull hook on the buckle digging in and tearing a small cut just above her mons. Her screams rose more  and more shrill as the beating went on; he walked around her, whipping her literally up one side and down the other until she was   too hoarse to scream anymore, and her body was welted and bruised from her neck to her ankles, with thin rivulets of blood from where the buckle had cut. The only parts of her untouched were her face, and, oddly enough, her breasts- other than the original stripes from the switch, they were unmarked; jutting with all their young pertness from her sweating and bloody torso.

     She only groaned in her throat as she felt him push into her again, then whimpered as he pulled back out, and, lifting her hips, forced himself into her anus from the odd angle. The new pain was lost in the throbbing agony everywhere else; she had thought people passed out under such pain- yet every nerve was shrieking its message of torment, and she was utterly, totally aware of his every movement- the roughness of his tunic, the hairy brush of his pubes- she could feel it all, and knew she would never forget a single detail.

  At last he finished,  and moved around to her head. As he knelt astraddle, she was too broken to resist, simply opening her mouth for the cleansing she knew he was demanding.  When he was satisfied he simply stood up, threading the belt back into his trousers, staring down as if contemplating something. His silence bore down like a weight, until she had to ask, if only to confirm her fears. ‘Are you going to kill me?” He didn’t reply- simply turned and strode out of the clearing and vanished into the afternoon shadows of the trees.

      She lay there, too hurt and shattered to even struggle. If she died, at least the pain would stop, she thought miserably-  she hoped it would be quick, though; the thought of slowly dying of thirst, tethered here in the glade, roused her deep  fear even through the pain. Lost in her thoughts, she didn’t see the hulking figure step into the glade until he was almost beside her; he walked with a silent sinuousity that chilled her  even before she saw his face. Slack-jawed, not quite drooling through open lips, the eyes were of any pity, or even excitement, at the sight of her. At least, not until he saw her breasts. Then his focus sharpened, and a hoarse ‘Huuhhhh’ growled between the slack lips, not quite a sigh, not quite a grunt.  She howled like an animal as he pulled the long knife from his belt, and knelt down, then keened with renewed energy as the first thin line was drawn around her heaving  breasts- first one, a complete circle, then the other, ignoring her thrashing and seemingly deaf to her screams.

  Her vocal cords cracked as he began peeling the skin  upwards from each circle, working the hide free of the flesh with short tugs and quick slashes of the tip of the knife, until he had the reverse-image of her breast, red and bloody, inverted above the crimson mound below, the only point of connection the nipple.  She could not scream, her voice totally gone by now, but her body heaved upwards, only the lashings on ankles and wrists holding her to the ground. By the time he had finished with her second breast, she was beyond any knowledge other than the awful pain; she didn’t heave as strongly when the second nipple was cut thru and the skin of the breast laid aside. Then she felt his bloody hand turn her face to his, and  dully tried to focus. As her nose and lips were slashed off, bloody gurgles bubbled from her, not even pleas- simple the body’s acknowledgment of the new damage and agony.  The last sight she saw was his slavering face as he drew back the knife, and thrust it through her eye. Her body arched up a final time, spasmed, as her bowels released, and relaxed back into limp stillness.  The man poked her a couple of times with the tip of the knife; then, getting no response, he gathered his two bloody trophies from the ground, and shambled out of the glade and down the trail.

   As he neared the parking lot, the Ranger stepped out of the cab of his truck.  ‘Have fun, Lennie?’, he called, as the slouching form neared the truck.

  “Huuh-huuuuhhhh’, came the slurred reply, a grin distorting the the dull features even more. Proudly, he displayed his two trophies, the carefully-removed skin from the runaways’ breasts.

    “Oh, that’s nice, Lennie’ What are you going to do with those?’

    The speech was so mangled that only those used to it could decipher it, but the words slowly were forced past the dribbling tongue. ‘M-make ‘bacco- puchs’

    “ Tobacco pouches! Oh, that’s nice, Lennie- For Karl and me?”   At the enthusiastic nod, he patted the other’s shoulder. ‘That’s be real nice, Lennie, real nice. You can tan them just like the rabbitskins; they’ll be real nice.’ He reached out, and put the two gobbets of flesh into a Ziploc bag, tehn sealed that bag in another. . Ok,- that’s  to keep my truck clean, Lennie- so don’t take them back out till we get home. Understand?’ At the nod, he continued,  ‘now- you  wait in the truck; I have to check things over and clean up.’  He trotted back down the trail, as Lennie climbed into the truck.

   Reaching the clearing  in minutes, he surveyed the scene, then cut the body free and threw the stakes out into the woods. Pulling her by the hands, he dragged her about 30 feet into the bushes, to where a small pre-dug hole  waited. In 10 minutes, he was patting down the last of the dirt, then he pulled several deal limbs and small bushes over the open earth. Satisfied, he checked the clearing one last time, and trotted back down the trail to where the truck waited. Once Lennie made the tobacco pouches, he and Karl would ‘lose’ them- and Lennie would be happy to make them new ones.

     Smiling, he thought of how perfect it was- they had Lennie already with a record for sex crimes,  as their perfect fall guy if things did go badly wrong sometime; they had Karl, who looked So  perfect, in his costume-shop collar, and him- able to direct all traffic away from this area of the park any time he wanted. Just perfect, he thought- then noticed the sun going down over the trees, red and gold beams spreading like he was in a cathedral. It had been a lovely day, he thought to himself, smiling- a Perfect summer’s day. He could hardly wait for the next one.