Her Secret (Open)

This role play is about rape. It is a bit different than your average rape story however. My character is 21 years old and in the beginning she is driving home from work late at night. She had to work the night shift for one of her co-workers that needed the night off. She's an LPN at a hospital. On her way home she stops at a gas station to fill up her car and grab a soda. As shes walking back towards her car she sees a guy who will be your character. Hes 18, just graduated from high school. The interesting thing about him is that he does not appear threatning. He looks like your average high school graduate with shaggy hair and semi trendy clothes. He approaches my character and lures her into the woods and suddenly turns on her. He rapes her. She is completely shocked at the incident because he doesn't fit the bill of somebody who would be violent towards women. She is ashamed and keeps it a complete secret from everybody she knows.

Then one day...her younger brother brings home a new friend of his. My character meets him for the first time and when she lays eyes upon him she is horrified to realize that her brothers new friend is indeed the boy who raped her. He recognizes her as well and starts a game of cat and mouse. He pursues her and threatens her making sure that she doesn't tell a soul. He continues to hold the rape over her head and uses control and dominance to keep her in her place. He repeatedly rapes her, sometimes right under her family's noses. Nobody suspects a thing and shes is forced to continually keep it a secret. Eventually they form a twisted relationship with him using fear and violence to control her and her being reduced to a submissive slave.

Your character needs to be complex with layers of psychological issues. He comes from a tormented past which he keeps from others but takes out on unsuspecting women. When people meet him he appears to be rather shy and innocent, the complete opposite of how somebody would visualize a rapist. He's also quite intelligent and ranked in the top 10% of his class. He will be attending a University and you can choose what hes majoring in. When hes around his friends and even girls he is funny, calm, and down to earth. It's his inner demons that drives him to rape and it's something that he finds he cannot control. He's sort of tormented with conflicting sides to hsi personality. He finds it hard to balance them. He's dark, devious, and angry as well as soft, shy, and quiet.

Other characters are also open such as the younger brother and other friends. The rapists name is going to be Scott. Please be a detailed writer with lots of description who can really bring out the characters personality.


IC:

Ginny was tired and it was getting late. When she looked up at the clock she was relieved to see that it was nearing 11pm. She had to fill in for somebody who needed the night off. She normally wouldn't agree but she owed her co-worker a favor. Grabbing her time card she punched out right on the dot and grabbed her purse to leave. It was a Saturday night and the hospital was busy. She knew 3rd shift would be worse due to the drunken drivers and murders so she was glad to be going home.

She sighed heavily and pushed some of her light brown hair out of her eyes as she began to drive home. As she looked at the dashboard she realized that she was nearing empty on fuel. "Damnit" she muttered to herself. She just wanted to go home. Maybe she could fill up tomorrow. She continued to drive but now her warning light came on. She needed gas now. She pulled into the nearest gas station and got out of her car to begin fueling. She was not happy when she saw the total to be nearly $40. Grabbing her purse she went inside and also purchased a soda since she was also thirsty. The night air was warm and the sky was clear. She didn't really notice the boy who was slowly walking towards her. She was more concerned with just getting home so when he called to her she didn't even hear him at first. Before she could unlock her door however he called to her again, this time she turned around and looked at him. He looked quite young. Perhaps he was still in high school. She didn't know. He was dressed in jeans and a blue polo shirt. His hair was on the longer side and was a bit messy. He didn't seem threatning at all. In fact, Ginny thought that he was maybe lost and needed directions.

Ginny wasn't that tall. She was only 5'3" and on the thin side being only 120lbs. She was a pretty girl and had gotten many compliments all throughout her life. She had just turned 21 and was enjoying her new freedom of finally being legal to drink. She was an LPN but wanted to continue school so she could become an RN. She was a uplifting aspiring woman who while in high school was on the cheerleading team. She always kept a positive attitude and made friends easily. She was also a bit too trusting and so when the boy approached her she didn't think anything about it.

There would be no reason to be scared. He was just a kid. She didn't realize that he wanted to get her away from her car and lure her into the woods. She studied his face as he was now only a few feet from her. He smiled at her shyly and didn't look into her eyes directly.

"Hi, I'm sorry I didn't hear what you just said. Are you lost? Do you need directions?"...

Sounds interesting, i would like to try playing Scott if you don't mind.

IC: Scott looked at her with a smile, but didn't look at her directly. He responded to her question softly. "Yes Ma'am, I've seen you around the hospital before, your a nurse, are you not?" Before she could answer, he went on. "My friend is really hurt over there, and I was wondering if you could look at him for me please." He gave her pleading eyes, hoping, and secretly knowing that she would come to help him. He also knew that she was the right girl, and he had been watching her for about 2 weeks now, and just now is the perfect time had come up. She was going to be his tonight, no matter what.

Scott was 18 and lanky. About 5'6 and around 200 pounds. He had a ready smile, and if you didn't know what you were looking for, you wouldn't notice the calculating attitude behind his eyes.

OOC: I hope that that's what you were looking for.

OOC:
Amber James
Class mate, and best friend of Ginny's
21yrs
bookwormish, with small glasses, high iq and an attention for detail.

Amber was in all of Ginnys classes in nursing school and they often had the same shifts at the hospital. Amber and Ginny also tried to find the time to hang out, out of class and work so they would often have dinners at each others homes or catch movies.

Open Thread

Thank you Prissy_Kytten for putting up your character bio for Amber! Ginny and Amber will have good scenes together.

Just to let everybody know I am still accepting candidates to play Scott the rapist. I will pick the player whom I like the best to play his part. So if you are interested please put up a post.
Also there are roles to be filled for my younger brother, his friends as well as Scott's friends. If you have any suggestions or ideas please bring them past me.

Thanks!

I'll put up a post, see if you like it.


Scott didn't know what he was going to do until he caught up to her. He could see the smoky silken glint of moonlight coming from her eye, and it woken him. All of a sudden he felt alive, the world around him coming into razor sharp focus, planting himself right all on her.

He didn't look at her like a predator, but he moved that way. Cautious, stalkling. Each step determined, planted with the careful precision of a cat. He walked that way sometimes, his father used to walk that way.

He gave her a smile, a warm friendly careful smile. He remembered those smiles, remembered how he spent hours practicing in the mirror on just the right kind of smile. His first smile didn't work with a girl. The first time he smiled at a girl, knowing what he was going to do to her, knowing how she would feel inside, she screamed.

She screamed and tried to run away.

Just like his father.

She screamed and ran because she saw his smile, and knew what he was going to do to her. His smile gave it away, gave everything away. So, he had to practice. He had to practice for hours in the mirror, making sure it was just right, just soft enough, calm enough for a baby dear to come out and lick his hand.

The key was not to show too much teeth. If he showed too much teeth she might think he was trying to rape her.

"I said you dropped something," He bent down to the ground, picking up some inane piece of paper that had fallen from her car. It looked somewhat important, semi important, it had lots of numbers on it. A bank statement, a credit bill?

He slowly got back up, never quite looking her in the eye. He was afraid she might see that glint of something cruel. He hid himself behind the long hair that ran down his face, parted only so he could stare comfortably at the ground.

He held it out to her, putting it in her hand, touching her for just a moment. The touch, sent wonderfully horrible chills up his spine. He wanted to laugh, wanted to scream out shades of laughter at that feeling running up and down his backbone, but instead he just nodded.

"You never know who could take something like that and use it. They could steal your money, your identity. You gotta be careful. There's a lot of weirdo's out there."

Yes, get close with her, make her trust you, turn her to your side. Just need her to get nice and comfortable, before he could rape her, before he could punish her for what she did.

What his father did.

"Hi, my name's Scott," He held out his hand, shaking hers, innocent enough. He just wanted to touch her, feel her once more, just a touch, is that so wrong? A touch? A kiss? A gentle fuck in the pale moonlight, licking her precious skin as she bleeds for him?

"What are you doing out here all alone tonight? It's dangerous, you know?"

Ginny did not even see the boy approaching her, nor did she hear what he said. She was just about ready to unlock her car door when she heard a voice call out. When she turned around she was faced with somebody who appeared to not be any older than 18. She had no idea where he even came from. She didn't see him when she first paid for her gas and soda inside the gas station.

She stopped in her tracks and looked at him, her eyes furrowing to get a better look. She thought he was lost and needed directions. She asked him again to repeat himself. He smiled at her but wouldn't meet her eyes. He seemed rather shy about the whole situation and so Ginny didn't feel threatened at all.

He then told her that she dropped something. She watched him bend down to retreive the bill that was on the ground. It must have fallen out of her purse when she got out of the car. She gasped and looked it before looking back at his face again. "Oh my god thank you! I was supposed to pay that tonight. I had no idea that it even fell out like that" She extended her hand and felt his warm one against her skin as he placed the piece of paper on it. She then quickly returned the bill back into the safety of her purse.

She was still dressed in her hospital scrubs and was looking forward to going home to a nice hot shower before bed. Her hair was in a pony tail but some wisps had fallen down and were now framing her pretty face. She noticed how long this boys hair was and how she could hardly see his face. He seemed to hide behind his hair. He seemed like a nice enough boy. She definitly liked the fact that he returned her bill to her. Most people wouldn't even care.

"Yes, I know. I thought I had it tucked inside my purse good but it must have fallen out when I got out of the car. I definitly wouldn't want anybody getting my credit card number. Thank you again." She then offered him a genuine smile. He suddenly told her his name and she looked down at his hand when he extended his for a shake. "Hello Scott, nice to meet you. I'm Ginny. Well I am on my way home from work. I needed gas so I stopped here. I don't normally work the night shift, I just filled in for somebody. I don't usually make it a habit to be out alone in the dark" She then laughed slightly and changed her position as she stood.

"Where did you come from? I was rather startled when you called out to me. I never saw you anywhere around the gas station when I filled up and then paid inside." The wind was kicking up and she had to pull some of the loosen strands of hair out of her eyes as she continued to speak to him. "You actually seem awful young to be out alone this late as well. Is everything alright?" The Nurse in her couldn't help but wonder if perhaps there was something wrong. She was always the type to be nurturing towards others. "Do you need a ride somewhere?" She suddenly looked around the lot and noticed that they were the only people there. The gas station attendant was reading a magazine behind his counter, not paying any attention to them.

She then got out her keys and was ready to enter her car once again...

Did she trust him? Did she... did she feel sorry for him? Did she want to help him? She was a nurse, she wanted to help and care for people. She didn't think him a threat, he was a small mouse she had caught, picked up, and wanted to pet and keep for her own.

Oh perfect. She would be his. She touched him, shook his hand, let him know he was just a normal human being like she was.

He tried not to show too many teeth when he smiled.

"I was camping up in the woods with a few friends, and our car ran out of gas. They got home ok, but I needed to come down to the station here. Just another hour's walk back and I should be on my way home."

That is it, an hour's walk, or a ten minute drive out of her way. A drive down a long windy road where anything could happen, lost alone in the woods. He had to make it look like her idea though, make her trust him. She needed to offer him the ride.

So, he nodded his head, and turned to walk into the gas station. He had to find a gas can, and pay for the gas, and haul this gallon back up to his car in the woods nearby somewhere.

"I hope you have a good night then, Ginny," She told him his name. He liked that name for her, a good name. He would love to scream it as he forced open her milky white thighs.

Ginny thought that Scott's story was quite believable so she didn't think twice when she offered him a ride. He did have a gas can with him so when he walked back into the station to pay she unlocked her door and got inside, setting her purse on the backseat so Scott would have room to sit up in the front passenger side.

She started her car and waited for him. She watched him interact with the station attendant and smiled to herself. He really seemed like a nice boy. There could be no harm in driving him somewhere, could it? She took her hair out of it's ponytail and brushed it back into place before wrapping the band around her hair again nice and neatly. She then turned on the radio and turned the volume down low so she could hear Scott when the talked. She then sat and waited..

He walked back and she noticed that he kept his head down and looked at the ground when he walked. Such a shy quiet boy, she thought. He definitly had manners though which was something rare in todays age. She watched as he sat the gas can on the backseat floor and then got inside her car sitting in the passenger seat. She looked at him and smiled. "All set? Okay now you have to tell me where to go, I have no idea where your car is" She put her car into gear and began to drive away..

She glanced over to him as they drove. "So, you must have just graduated from high school. You look so young. I bet you aren't a day older than 18. I have a younger brother who is about your age, his name is Dave" She noticed how calm he was, how he kept to himself and only looked at her when he was spoken to.

He began to lead her through windy roads that she was unfamiliar with. "I sure hope you know where you are going, if not we are in big trouble because I have no clue where we are" she laughed and put her bright headlights on because there were no street lights in this area to light the roads.

She continued to make small talk with him and she was pleasantly surprised at how cordial he was in their conversation. He seemed very intelligent from how well he spoke, plus his family must be well to do from the nice clothes he was wearing. She then noticed his long hair. "How long did it take you to grow that out?" His hair was a few inches past his shoulders. It was well kept, not stringy or dirty.

It was getting warm in the car so she unrolled her window a bit to get some fresh air. It seemed rather peaceful out here in this part of town. "I bet it's nice camping here" she looked around to find farms and corn fields as they passed by. "Do you go camping alot? I haven't done that much in my life. If my family was out on vacation my parents would always just stay overnight at a hotel or something. They aren't big on the outdoors. The bugs and all, you know. Did you and your friends have a tent or a camper?"

He then pointed to a spot for her to drive up to. She was afraid that she wouldn't find her way back home after dropping him off to his car. He had her going in all sorts of directions. Thank god she had her cell phone with her. She stopped her car and looked around for his. "Okay, well here you are. It was nice meeting you Scott. Good luck with everything" She smiled and then waited for him to exit her car...

He spoke in details, his hands beginning to tub together between his legs. He was hard, just talking to her about small things, how nice the countryside was, how well he well the fish were biting. This was half of the fun, lying to her, getting her out here, miles away from anything. He could feel himself against his pants, feel his cock straining to touch her.

Young, unspoiled, delicious.

When the car finally did stop, he turned to look at her. His own car had been parked out here hours ago, spent most of the time walking. This had taken half the night to plan, and now it had come to its last moments.

Thank God she was a nurse.

"You're such a good person. I don't think anyone else would have helped. No one even stopped when I walked down to the station."

He leaned over, getting to take in her fresh scent. A simple perfume, sweat from a hard day, her life's work on her shoulder. She smelled so good, he almost wanted to take her here and now. His hand on her arm threatened to squeeze her, pull her out, rip her panties from her thighs and fuck her.

Instead, he kissed her cheek, "Thank you," He swallowed the words, eager to please.

Then he got out of the car. It was still up to her now. She could run, she could hide. She could still leave. She wouldn't though. Wouldn't cause of trust, she wanted to help him.

And he fell. Just in front of the car. He twisted his ankle, falling right down.

"Ow, ow, ow!!" He limped back up, treating his ankle with pain. He held it up in the air, carefully, looking back through the car at her, dark soulful eyes. They looked at her for the first time.

He winced as he tried to bring it down on the ground.

"I don't know what's wrong..." Let her come out. If she came out of the car she was his. He'd throw her on the ground right here. He pulled his knife out of his pocket, to show it to her, not hurt her, just rip the clothing from her, get it out of the way. Stupid fucking bitch, she wore too much clothing anyway.

Ginny had no idea of the thoughts that ran through Scott's mind, nor did she know that his cock was straining in his pants. From the outside he appeared calm and collected. Ginny was clueless to the dark, violent thoughts that lurked inside this troubled boys mind.

She smiled when he told her that she was a good person. She always tried to be. She liked to be there for people. She didn't know that her innocence and her naive ways would actually bring her danger.

She felt him coming closer to her and she looked down when his hand was on her arm. She didn't pull away for she had no reason to fear him. She thought this would be the end. He would go to his car and she would drive home and take that nice hot shower and climb into her soft warm bed. When he finally got out of her car she actually put her car into reverse to leave but then she noticed he was hurt. He must have slipped on a rock or something because his ankle looked to be hurt. She drove back over and looked at him through the window with concern on her face. "Are you alright?" She called out through her window.

She suddenly got out of her car, and for the first time something in her mind told her to get back in but she didn't. Instead she walked over to him. He was limping. "Is it broken? Do you need medical attention? Look, I have my cell phone with me, I could call an ambulance for you or something. In the meantime I could take a look at it and wrap it up with something" She then leaned down by his foot. Out of the corner of her eye she could have sworn she saw the shiny glint of a knife but it couldn't be. She quickly dismissed that thought. "Sit down on the ground and let me look at your ankle"...

He grabbed her by the back of the neck. A way to hold himself up, but as soon as those cold hands wrapped around her slender delicate durved neck he put weight on the ankle, and brought her down with him. A sharp yank to pull her down to her knees, the knife now staring her down in the face.

Now he could laugh. A sharp looned cackle that mocked the very moon for wanting to come out and light such a dark and demented act. He could smile and show all of his teeth. The once shy boy with long hair now had the grip of a python, refusing to let her go, keeping her down.

"You're mine now," He whispered through gritted teeth, as he pushed her down to the ground. He could feel the struggle, the initial movement after her surprise. Try to flee, try for help? He liked feeling her thrash under him.

He pushed himself on top of her, the weight of him deliberate. Hard good weight of a man on a woman. As it should be.

"Don't move," He whispered, the knife coming across her cheek, caressing it. He licked her flesh now, wanting to taste it for so long. Her sweet scared flesh. How delicious it tasted, how wonderful she was under his tongue, his body.

The knife moved down to her scrubs, ripping open the shirt. Underneath a bra, that too fell at the knife's clean sharp edge. He saw her breasts pop out now, free from their cage. One hand grabbed her nipple, squeezed it hard, twisting it under him. God, it felt so good, it felt wonderful. He wanted her in pain, to see her squirm, to see her powerless as he towered above.

"Not like my father, never like my father," He leaned down, the knife close to her hard nipple, flicking it as he tried to hide the laughter inside of him.

It was not working.

Ginny was caught completely off guard by what Scott did. She couldn't even react in time when he grabbed her by her neck and pulled her down. Her gaze was met by the cold steel of the blade and her eyes widened in horror. She then heard his laugh and it caused the hair on the back of her neck to raise. This just couldn't be real. It couldn't be happening. It was the last thing she ever expected this boy to do.

Adrenaline began to course through her veins and she immediately struggled when he forced her on her back. "No! Please!" she cried out. The threat of the knife was still present and as soon as she felt it against her cheek she immediately stopped moving but she couldn't help how rapid her chest was heaving up and down as her breathing excelarated.

"Why are you doing this? What have I done wrong? I have been nothing but nice to you. I don't understand" Suddenly a few tears spilled out of her eyes and traveled down her cheek coating the blade of the knife that continued to rest there. "What is it you want? Money? You want money? I can give you money. Take anything you want, just please let me go. Please don't hurt me, I beg you" She then let out a few sobs and when she looked at him again she could see his cold smile staring right back down at her. He seemed to get a sadistic pleasure out of this. How could such a quiet, shy, innocent, polite boy do something so horrendous to another person?

As he straddled her body on the ground he leaned down close to her and his long hair began to tickle her face. Her eyes scanned his for an answer. He seemed to be another person, one that held such deep rage. He was quite strong for a boy his age. He was so thin, yet his strength was powerful. She thought she would be able to escape but his grip was tight. He was 3 years younger than her. It was so humiliating to have a boy who just graduated from high school holding her down like a trapped animal.

When she thought there couldn't possibly be more he suddenly began to cut off her clothes and bra exposing her breasts to him. She then knew that he wanted more. He wanted to rape. This never happened to her before and she was frightened, angry and above all ashamed and degraded. His fingers pinched her nipples brutally and it caused her to squirm and cry out in pain. He liked it and began to laugh. There was a sort of demented look in his eyes, nothing like the calm boy she met at the gas station. He then flicked one of her nipples with the knife and she thought that she was bleeding. When she looked up she was grateful that he did not draw blood but the threat was still there.

"You don't want to do this. You are a good person. A good boy. I have seen how good you are. I know you don't want to hurt me." She said as her breathing was now out of control and coming in ragged heaves. "I will call for help if I have to. I have my cell phone with me." She glanced over at her car where her purse still lay undisturbed.

She remembered him saying something about his father that didn't make much sense to her. Maybe she could reason with him if she mentioned it. Just maybe. "Please Scott. I know you don't want to be like your father. Please, let me go"..She then noticed his eyes change and she prayed to herself that he would finally release her...

What... what did she say? His hands had been fumbling with her soft flesh, those delicious curves squirming under him. He could feel her, taste her in his mouth. His tongue had come out to ride and snake itself along her tender neck.

He stopped though, the knife dropping from his hands. It touched her cheek once, nicking her slightly, the faintest drops of blood rising up to the surface. What had she said?

He knelt up, looking down at her, down at the woman filled with fear, trying to stop him.

"I'm not like my father," How could she know? How did she know? Did she think he was like his father? Did she think he would do that? He could do that? She didn't know.

"I'm not like my father," He ground his teeth, feeling them rub against one another, grinding away precious enamel. His gums bled as he stared down at her, pure rage on his face, hidden only behind the wisps of hair as he towered over her.

"I'm not like my father," He hit her. His palm against her face, causing it to jerk to one side. Open faced, always open faced. It left less bruises, but held just as much pain as before. Such horrible pain. He remembered that pain. He'd been a good boy because of that pain.

"I'm not like my father!" He hit her again, open faced, no buises, no black eyes, no way for the teachers to find out each day when he went to school. Just a plain old regular boy like the others. He didn't talk to many people, probably because he was shy. Just a shy boy is all.

Just shy.

She had said something else, hadn't she? He hit her again, on the other cheek, before falling on top of her. He nuzzled against her shoulder, feeling so warm next to her, so comfortable.

"I'm a good boy, aren't I?" He could barely get the words out of him, as his hand dipped down between their bodies, reaching inside of her pants, under her panties, finding a small tuft of hair. His fingers pressed against her clit softly, delicately.

His actions were all soft and delicate now. He didn't even hold her down, just laid on top of her, kissing her, nuzzling her, his fingers exploring.

"I'm a good boy. You said so, I can be a good boy. See? I'm not like my father. I like you, I like girls, I like to touch you. I like to fuck you. It'll be good to fuck you. I'll even let you be on top, you want to be on top, don't you? Ride my cock, just like a good girl. I'll be a good boy, and you be a good girl. That's how it is."

His fingers pressed deeper, finding the cleft of her flesh, digging inside. They were soft, gentle, deep caressing of curiously touching fingers.

"If you don't want to get hurt, then don't move you fucking whore," He had dropped his knife somewhere. Blind hands felt around his sides, but he could not find it. She had made him drop it, made him forget who he was for a second, what he was doing here.

Now he remembered, having her beneath him, squirming, fighting. Just like a good girl. He reached down between them, pulling down her pants, ripping the panties away. They were nice sensible cotton, and they were shredded at his forceful touch.

"Shhh.... shhhh, shhhh," He put his hand over her mouth. First just to touch, cautiously, the way a second grader might touch his lips when he wants people to be quiet. Then he covered her mouth, still soft, his fingers over her lips, and finally he pushed down, contracting, cutting off her air supply.

"You have two choices right now. Either I rape you, or I kill you and then rape you. If you keep trying to fight and run away, I will kill you. I will snap your fucking neck and the last thing you feel before you die is my pulsing cock ramming your fucking cunt, do you understand me?"

He took pride in those hurtful words, his teeth almost against her ear, nibbling as he spoke. He got so hard for her, for just this very second. She could be able to feel him now, against her thigh. His thick demented cock needing to be deep inside of her.

He pulled down his own pants, freeing himself as he held her down, trying to align them. His cock grazed against her pussy lips, the feeling of such a touch sending warming shivers all up and down him.

He was almost there, almost ready to ram it inside.

Ginny knew that she had struck a chord with him when she said all that. Yes, all of this had something to do with his father. He must have been an abused child and hes repeating what he has been taught. She looked at him and gasped at his behavior. It seemed as though he might let her go. "Yes, you are a good boy. You don't have to do this to me Scott. It's okay" She reached up and stroked his long hair and then caressed his face.

He began to rant again and he then slapped her face hard. Not once but three times. Each time hurt worse than the last. He was crazy. He was out of control. She began to struggle again needing to get away. She was afraid that she wouldn't get out of this alive if she remained here. "Please get off of me!" she pushed but then stopped when his hand snaked down to her panties. He found the moist flesh there and began to rub her sensitive clit. A gasp escaped her mouth and she froze as he attempted to bring her some pleasure.

She closed her eyes briefly but soon panic set in. "NOO!" Adrenaline caused her to fight again and so she reached up and hit him and then pulled on his long hair. She didn't want to be cut, she didn't want to be slapped, and she definitly didn't want to be raped. She wanted to go home. She squirmed hard underneath him trying desperately to free herself from his body. She then began to scream as loud as she could in hopes that somebody, anybody would hear her out here in this desolate place. She was blinded with the urge to save herself and she couldn't even see straight as tears clouded her vision. She dug her nails into his skin and clawed at his clothes. "Somebody help me!" she screamed and then she suddenly had the upper hand and she found that she was now free. She scrambled up and ran towards her car. He got up too and was running towards her. Her hands trembled as she pulled open the car door, she got inside but was unable to close the door in time. He reached in and pulled her out by her hair, dragging her on the dirt ground, back towards the spot he just had her in. She kicked and fought but now his anger was back and he would continue with what he set out to do.

"I just want you to leave me alone. I just don't want you to hurt me" She said as she looked up into his face once again...

Ginny had never been so frightened in her entire life. She should be able to escape this young boys grasp but she couldn't. She felt like a failure and her humiliation deepened.

She screamed when her panties were ripped from her innocent body. His hand soon came down over her mouth and in her panic she felt as though she was suffocating. This caused her to thrash about even more and he had to assert his strength even more so now. Her hot breath filled his hand as he cupped her mouth. Her eyes were wide and tears fell down her cheeks.

She looked at his face when he told her what her choices were. When he threatened to kill her, her heart almost leapt right out of her chest. Her face went white and she suddenly stopped moving. She didn't want to die. She wasn't ready yet. Nobody would ever find her body if he left her out here to rot. Her eyes pleaded with him. She tried to mutter the words "please don't kill me, I beg you" while his hand was still over her mouth. He probably couldn't understand her but at least she tried. She never imagined that such a sweet shy boy could be so capable of such violent horrendous acts. She needed to come out of this alive. She knew that she would have to endure the rape. There would be no other way. Just get it over with so she could go home again.

She watched as he pulled his own pants down revealing his hard cock to her. She felt it against her leg and she cringed yet this time she was determined to remain as still as she could. He rubbed himself against her pussy lips trying to enter her. Her body trembled at the intrusive touch. He then roughly spread her legs and found her entrance. With one quick thrust he was inside of her and she let out another scream. He reveled in the delight of her tight insides and then began to fuck her, slowly at first but then picking up speed. Her muscles were tight as her tensions rised. She couldn't help but clamp her legs together. He had to repeatedly pry them apart again so he could take her deeper and faster.

She studied his face as he fucked her. She wanted to remember every detail that she could so when this ordeal was over she could go to the authorities and have him prosecuted. She already knew his name. Now she just had to get a good description.

After awhile she turned her head to the side and just stared out into the distance. She tried to separate herself from what was happening around her so she could survive. He continued to keep a tight grip on her mouth so that her screams would not be heard. She just hoped that he would let her go once he was finished. Shen began to pray to herself that she would live. She had to live...

He slid into her, so easy. For a moment he could feel her gripping him, that perfect connection between two people. He felt her scream, licking the hot tears dropping from her cheeks. He shuddered, his whole body convulsing in ecstacy.

He raped her.

Each push forced her against the ground, rocks grabbing and clawing at her back. His own fingers as sharp as talons and strong as steel gripping her sides, keeping her just the right place so he could slip deeper inside of her cunt. Dirty little fucking cunt, dirty little girl. She liked it, he could see it now. She didn't even struggle anymore.

"I knew you wanted this," He whispered against her neck, like a lover, his words caught, flustered, like a bird blind in a barn, searching desperately for the exit, but finding only a dead wall. He flew, his wings were uneven, and each time he crashed into the side he could feel bones breaking, muscles tearing themselves apart.

"I knew it..." Hot harsh words, against her skin, watching what she watched. She did want it, she wanted him to fuck her, wanted a man inside of her. A woman needs a man inside of her.

"You need it," He emphasized need by pushing deeper into her. He could feel her legs tighten, but relax in each push. She only struggled with him inside of her now.

Inside.

Her hot cunt finally began to release its juice. When he pushed inside she was so fucking dry. He could feel the skin peeling from his own cock. Were it not for the pure desperation in his thrusts, he would have never made it inside.

Now, with a steady rhythm, with himself pressing into her clit each time they met in a dirty mindless fuck on the ground, he felt it becoming easier and easier. She liked it, she wanted it. Not rape, not anymore. Not like his father.

"Dirty fucking whore... oh god," He began to fuck her harder, their horrible sounds of sex coming into the air. He could hear it know, thighs slamming into each other, her own wet pussy slurping as it took in the foreign fuck.

He was wrong. She did not want this. She was only remaining still because she was afraid he would kill her. It had nothing to do with pleasure. He was a sick and twisted boy and when he continued to say that she wanted this she glared dangerously at him. He still had his hand over her mouth so she couldn't speak.

She was growing exhausted from her ordeal. Her body was starting to go limp. She hated how he was mistaking this for her wanting it. She could feel him thrusting into her hard and fast. If she would have been a virgin he would have ripped her insides and blood would have been spilling. She couldn't help it when her pussy began to get wet. No, she didn't want this. She didn't like it.

She looked back at his face again. He really was a good looking boy. Too bad he was demented and fucked in the head. As he continued to fuck her the rocks began to cut into her back as she lay on the dirty ground. She could tell that his excitement was growing and that he would probably cum soon. She could only hope that once he did that he would let her go..

It wouldn't take long now. She was doing so well, such a good little girl. See how normal this was, how right. Everything fit together, everything was meant to be. A man and a woman, out here, sharing in a moment.

He could feel the thick seed rise up from inside. He felt it first in his toes, how they curled, to grip some inane branch of a tree. His body pushed harder into her, stiffer. No longer did he move in a swift fluid grind of a fuck, but the hardened chain of a piston. In and out, in and out the motion as jarring and real as being raped.

He pulled his cock out of her though, rising above her, letting the white seed drop from the sky onto her broken and bruised body. He made sure to get some on her face, those pretty red lips of hers. A smile as he saw it go into her mouth.

"See, see how well you did. And you're not even hurt, nothing a couple of bandages won't fix. You did so well, you are a good little fucking cunt. Not like my father, no, not like my father at all."

He stood up, zipping himself, walking over to her purse. He fished through it, handing it to her.

In his hands was her drivers liscense.

"You tell no one... I hear someone is looking for me? I walk by some convenience store and I find some wanted poster up, any information contact this fucking whore, then I come after you again..."

He looked down at the card, "Ginny, of 348 Manchester Drive. This... this is a one time thing, but you can make it an every day adventure. It's up to you. Forget about it, walk away like a stupid bitch, clean yourself up, or go tell the cops. All up to you."

He spat down on her, before laughing as he went to get into his car.

"Stupid fucking cunt..."

The car drove off, leaving her with the calming comfortable silence of the woods around her.

Ginny could tell by the thrusts that Scott was ready to cum. She didn't know what to expect but as soon as he pulled out and aimed his cock at her, she knew what was about to happen. She quickly closed her eyes and then felt his hot thick cum land on her face. Some of it got into her mouth and she heard his sinister laugh. He was cumming alot and there was nothing she could do but take all of it.

She laid there broken and abused when he finally pulled his pants back up again. He held onto her drivers license and repeated her address out loud. She panicked. She didn't want him to come to her house. She hoped that he would forget it by tomorrow. He then threatened her. If she told anybody about what he did to her tonight he would hurt her again. He would find her and hurt her again.

She watched him speed off in his car leaving her alone in the dark woods. She was glad he was finally gone, yet at the same time she was scared at being alone out here. When she sat up she winced at the pain her body brought her. Her muscles ached and there were some cuts on her back from the rocks scraping against her skin. She brought her hands to her face and began to cry. She was so ashamed, humiliated and angry. How could she let this happen? How could she have been so naive to believe that he was harmless? She didn't think she could ever trust anybody again.

After 30 minutes or so she finally got up and got back inside her car. She felt so dirty and she contemplated on calling the police. She wanted revenge for what was done to her. But then she remembered his threat and decided it would be best to keep this her secret.

She put her bright headlights on and followed his tire tracks out of the woods and back onto the main road again. She was relieved when she finally saw familiar territory again. As she drove home she continued to cry. Her hair was disheveled and her clothes were torn. She knew her parents were in bed but her younger brother Dave would still be up. They had always been close. She didn't think she could confess what happened tonight. She just wanted him there for comfort. He would listen, he always did.

Tears of joy now fell down her face once she pulled into her driveway. She didn't think she would make it here alive. Cautiously she looked around, half expecting to see Scott lurking around, but when there was nobody she got out of her car and actually ran to the door unlocking it quickly and going inside. She stood by the door and just breathed. She was now home safe.

There were only a few lights on in the house so she quickly made her way to her room and peeled her clothes off. She made a disgusting face at the now shredded material that lay in a heap by her bed. She would take them out back by the fire pit and burn them. She could always get new scrubs the next time she was at work again. Making her way to the bathroom she started the shower and got in when the water was nice and hot. The water was soothing and not only did it wash away the physical dirt on her body, it was washing away the emotional dirt that had accumilated in her mind. She scrubbed her skin roughly determined to get all the remnants of Scott off her body. Before she got out she knew that Dave was waiting for her because the bathroom door was cocked open a bit. She grabbed a towel and dried herself off then went back to her room to put on her pajamas.

Once she felt content she walked into the living room and sat down next to her brother. Her face told a sad tale but she would not reveal the truth. "It was just a bad night at work, thats all. Don't worry about me, I will be fine" It was a lie. She wasn't fine but she had to keep this her secret...

(OOC: You can play her brother Dave since nobody else took up his role)

"See, now I know something is up," Dave said, handing her a cup of hot chocolate. Small marshmallows floated in it, her favorite. He sat down on the table, a mug of his own, slowly breathing as steam came from the top, trying to cool it with his lips.

"Every time something happens at work, you always want to talk about it. Was it because of the shift change?"

She wasn't supposed to be at work tonight. She should have gone with him, there was a party with a bunch of friends over at the old creek. Wonderful places miles away from anyone. Lots of kids went up there to party, and he wanted to take her up there too, get her out of this house, have some fun.

But, she changed plans, and now she looked like hell.

"All right," He reached across the table, catching her hand in his, giving it a friendly squeeze, "If you need anything, just tell me."

Ginny took the hot chocolate and began to drink it slowly. It warmed up her cold body and made her feel good. She leaned up against her brother and looked at him. He was a handsome boy who was 18 years old, the same age as Scott, who raped her. She studied her brother and wondered if he had the rageful impulses that her rapist had. Could Dave have the same tendencies to abuse a female? She didn't think so but then again she didn't think that Scott would have been capable of it either until he pulled her down to the ground and had his way with her.

She wanted so badly to tell her brother everything that had happened to her. She couldn't decide on what to do. There were times when she would open her mouth to say something but then quickly close it knowing that she had to keep this inside.

"I think it could have had something to do with the shift change." she said. She would never ever offer to work for another co-worker who worked 2nd or 3rd shift again. "I think it just threw my schedule off, plus it was busy tonight with lots of accidents and sick people. I was just overworked, thats all" She then snuggled next to his body finding solace there. There was still a bit of hesitation on her part because she was frightened that she would be attacked again but she hoped that she could trust Dave. If she couldn't trust him then she couldn't trust anybody.

"So how was your party tonight?" She would have liked to go with him tonight. She would have been safe then. In the blink of an eye anything could happen. She should have never went to that damned gas station. She should have drove straight home. Sometimes decisions can turn your life upside down.

She was so tired and needed to sleep. She turned to her brother. "Dave could you please sleep with me tonight? Just stay with me okay?" It wasn't an unusual request. They had slept in the same bed together often. In all reality, their brotherly sisterly relationship was alot closer than your average siblings. She learned to keep their relationship a secret from others as well...

Ginny lay inside her brothers large warm bed, letting the covers come up to her chin. She watched as he undressed down to his boxers and then slid underneath next to her. She welcomed the comfort of his embrace. She thought that she would be repulsed at first given what had happened to her earlier but she was finding his touch to be soothing and she suddenly curled her body against his and closed her eyes. She listened to his heartbeat and steady breathing and took in his scent. She loved her brother. She always has.

"Dave promise you will stay here with me all night and watch over me. Don't let anything bad happen to me" She didn't realize that Dave was becoming alarmed by what she was saying. He knew that something was definitly wrong wtih her that had nothing to do with work.

The coming weekend their family would be having a huge 4th of July party with lots of other family members and many friends. Ginny hoped that by then she would be feeling better. She would invite her best friend Amber over. She missed her alot. It would be a good time. Ginny didn't know that Dave had met Scott a few weeks ago at a party and became his friend. She also didn't know that Scott was invited to their 4th of July party and would be attending. She would have to face her rapist all over again..

Her eyes were getting so heavy now but she continued to talk. "Hold me and protect me. Don't let him get me." She then began to drift into dreamland and her body started to shake as her mind replayed the nights events..

She shook all over as his hands wrapped around her. He didn't understand at all. It was like she had been freezing all over, yet it was the middle of summer and the windows were all closed, aside from being under a huge thick blanket. She just trembled until he was holding her close to him.

Then he had heard what she said, such weird alienated words. He thought he heard sadness in those words, and fear. Something made him think she truly was hiding something from him. She was about to go to sleep though, drifting in and out.

As much as he wanted his questions answered, he thought better to just let her sleep, and let this day leave her with nothing more than a bad dream.

He slept next to her, liking the feeling of a warm body against his. In the deepest of slumbers he would forget it was his sister next to him, and just delight in cuddling with someone else.

In the morning, this slight nudge of cuddling, a brief brush of his lips against her neck caught something. He felt a scratch run down her skin. He paused, moving her hair away, revealing her back. More scratches.

He pulled the cover off, and opened her nightgown, looking at the horrible cuts and gashes running all up and down her back. What had happened to her?

"Ginny!" He shook her awake, anger in his eyes, but mostly concern, "What happened, where were you last night? I saw what happened to your back... this isn't funny, what happened?"

Ginny began to dream. Her dreams were filled with fear and anger. It caused her to wake several times in the night. Each time she looked over to find her brother laying next to her instead of Scott. She was relieved. She placed kisses on his face and then fell back asleep again.

It was morning. She was still asleep when Dave began to exam the scratches on her back. She murmured something incoherently but suddenly screamed when he shook her body awake. She looked at him wide eyed in a panic. Was it Scott again? No, it was just her brother. "Oh Dave!" she then noticed that her nightgown had been opened. Her full breasts were exposed for him to see. Did he rape her too? She looked at him with an accusing stare but his eyes told her that he was concerned and as soon as he mentioned the scratches she looked down unable to give him an answer.

She couldn't tell him the truth. She had to come up with a realistic lie. "I..um..well.." She stammered and bit her lip. Her mind was so foggy from the restless nights sleep. He wanted an answer and so she gave the first thing that came to her mind.

"It was a patient at work. He was drunk and they put him in the emergency room. We had to put IV's in his arms but he got violent and began to hit all of us nurses. I got scratched. I was scared and didn't want to say anything. I told you last night that I just had a bad day at work, thats all. The doctors finally got him sedated. I am never working the night shift again" She took a deep breath and looked around the room. The sunlight was coming in brightly trying it's best to chase away the shadows that have formed in her mind. Her body still ached though and she wanted to continue sleeping.

"Will you stay here and go back to sleep with me? We can get up around noon. We have to plan for the 4th of July party this weekend. Amber is coming over. I haven't seen her in awhile. Who did you all invite?" She lay in her brothers arms again, her breasts pressing up against his chest. She loved him, he was always so good to her. She never had to fear him...

It sounded like a lie, in his mind it felt like a lie. He didn't understand it. If it was something that stupid, why would she hide it until he actually found the scratches? And why were they on her back? Wouldn't they be on her arm? They had gone all the way down to her ass.

He would have to look at her clothing. Whatever she wore home last night. They would have the blood stains, wouldn't they? Her scrubs, did she come home with scrubs? In the foggy minds of his sleepy brain, he just couldn't remember. He would check the hamper later.

Instead, he felt the longing pull of his sister. She wanted him back in bed. He nodded, slipping under the cover with her. It felt good to have her pressed up against him, a little too good. Despite his longing uncomfortableness with her in his bed, as they had grown older, and she had grown out in all the right places, he never denied it.

David just slipped his arm around her, and held her close, "Just a few friends. There's one I think you'll like. He's nice and shy, but funny. Just your type. We're gonna have a blast this weekend. Get drunk, watch fireworks, get laid..."

He teased her with his, kissing her forehead, "A perfect fourth of July weekend."