I'm standing up to him, chest up, blood on my white singlet, breasts heaving inside it. He smiles that pretty ladykiller smile and knocks me down again, straddling over my stomach and hips.

He's wearing a leather jacket and his face is bathed in green light from my undercarriage and hood neons. We're 65klms from any town, in the bush, well over a screams distance from the campsite and the rest of the campers.

His full weight is on me. He's bigger than me. I felt a little flicker of fear as I actually TRIED to struggle and couldn't escape him at all. His knee is on my chest and he takes a swig of beer from the stubby he's holding, finishes it, throws it into the woods and knees me down harder, scraping my back and thighs into the dirt and twigs.

It's dark, dead out at the campsite.
I'm alone with a young, drunk, aggressive streetfighter who has one hand on my throat, the other very casually twisting my nipples through the singlet top.

I kick out, shift him, he pummels me hard back into the dirt and snarls "you want to play this game? No one can hear you. I'm stronger than you, girly."

We're only playin'. I've been seeing him for a few weeks for sex and it's been fun as a bunny bouncing. He's the youngest person i've ever been with at 20, he's a beautiful babyface with a killer smile and muscles to boot. He also sent me into hospital a week ago for 3 days with his 11" cock, I'm not even kidding. ("bitch got lippy in the sack.")

And here I was bathed in green neon, the rumbling of my coupe, in the middle of the fucking bush playing rape with him.

He chokes me harder than he has before. I kick out again and play struggle while he cuts the airways, holds it and lets go after a minute. I choke, gasp, snarl 'fuck you' and he slams his elbow into my neck. He's smiling at it looks deadly. The leather creaks.

The look on his face and I stop struggling.
His eyes were stone cold and glittering.

His fingers trace my jawline and his right hand slips over my neck. His left hand follows. I don't move. I smile at him and his expression doesn't change.

'You have no choice whether you live or die right now."

He's cut me off mid-exhale.

"Your life is.. literally.. in my hands."

He laughs and it sounds a bit mad. Suddenly it strikes me with full force that I don't know this kid that well and the trust dissipates. I forget all logic that the other campers know we only left for a romp and fear kicks in. For the first time ever, true primal fear. It all was realised in split second.

I fight back seriously, with everything I have.
He holds me down and keeps talking, he doesn't miss a beat.

"I've always wanted to know what this is like, you know?"

I stop fighting for a moment; half the listen and half because he's really cut off my airways and I was going feint.
I push again.

"Now now, I know it's going to hurt babe but it'll only be a minute or two."

Deadly calm..

And I'm starting to black the fuck out.

He lets go, and as I gasp and pull back tears, he strokes my cheek and pushes his thumb into my mouth. I'm breathing hard, heavy, bruises coming up on my thighs and shoulders from hitting the ground so damn hard.

"Aw, did I scare you baby? Did I? Good girl. Just get it back. Then suck my cock."

I move up to do so, still breathing hard but forever obedient.

"Nah, fuck ya.. Come here, get in the fucking car." A fistful of hair and a push and we were in the backseat, me on top, riding his cock until I came. As I did, I got my fight back.

"Hit me" I whisper.
His eyes say fuck no but his fist curls.
"Fucking hit me."

He grunts, pushes me off, I pull him back and he smacks me across the jaw. I smile, cum and he groans about as deep as he was thrusting.

"Hurt me for all the girls who've hurt you."

"You do NOT fucking want that" as he shoves his huge dick deep as it'll go while simultaneously forcing his fingers into my ass. I yelp with genuine pain and he hits me again, harder this time. "Fucking bitch."

His thrusting is getting harder, faster. The noises he's making are primal and thick.

"Get on the fucking hood."

We bail out, I sit on my coupes hood, green neons lighting up my inner thighs. And his monster cock pushes into me.

One hand on the back of my neck, thumb on the artery, one holding my ass from sliding down the hood, he thrusts rough and long. I'm soaked and dripping, and he's soaked almost through from it.

"slut" he breathes into my ear "should have fucking killed you."

He half yelps, half grunts, pushes himself away from me and cums on my stomach.

"Cop that, bitch."

Major summary of my month of life:

-- quit the country pub in an explosive kind of way.. Bar #2 lost me in seconds of bad management.
-- Quickly gained 2 new jobs -- including a duty management position.
-- Dropped my boss at bar 1 and haven't spoken to him in a month.
-- Gained 2 new best friend toyboys, had my first threesome with them, numerous ones since, and am playing them off one another.

Will elaborate.
Later.