Disclaimer: this is a work of fantasy and should be treated as such. Real rape is a heinous crime that deserves to be punished to the full extend of the law. If you do not recognize the difference between reality and fantasy, you also lack the maturity to read this story.
Sweet as Honey
The town was one of those typical small towns in rural Georgia. You know the type, the ones existing all over America, one large company providing most of the towns employment, being either at the beginning of financial trouble or already past any help. The town consisting primarily of main street, with few small side streets. The diner, the church and any other business also using the absolute article, as there is not a second one providing a similar service anywhere around. Same as the bland motel, I had found my bed for the night in, those will always been found at the outskirts, such a grandiose name for a fly speck town like this. Looking outside my window I could see the settlement of trailer homes, single and double wides.
I have must have seen thousands of these towns, all the same just differing names. I knew here in the bible belt the whore house wouldn't be close to main street, but there would be one. The police department would have perhaps on car paroling during the night. And I knew when I would open the door to the diner the ten commandments would be somewhere on the wall. When you are a traveling sales man for tools, you get to know these little towns, their Hardware Stores, are bread and butter for me, but that doesn't mean I memorize them in particular. there had been cases I had to check my motel bill in the morning to remember where I actually was.
Well right now I was in the local greasy spoon, the sign over the door said "Ed's diner", the place looked identical to almost any diner I have ever stepped into, and the menu would be the same, having only slight variances in the grub offered, being in Georgia I was betting on peach pie being prominent on the menu. I waited to be seated, just as the sign in the entrance requested, not that I couldn't have found a spot to sit, as the place was almost empty. There was an older man with balding head at the counter, Ed I presumed, who waved at me and told me to have a seat wherever I wanted. I chose a booth at the window overlooking the bustling main street of wherever, GA. There might have been a total of two cars passing by before I heard the slow southern drawl
"Hi Honey, I'm Shelby, I'm gonna take care of you tonight, can I get you started with something to drink?"
I looked up Shelby, was actually worth the effort, younger than I had expected, approximately in her mid to late twenties, she wore her blonde hair pulled back into a ponytail bright intelligent blue eyes, and filled out the Grey t-shirt she wore very nicely
"Sure I have an iced tea please."
I saw the please gave her considerably pleasure, people in the service industry are experiencing very little politeness. Her face brightened with a smile
"No problem Honey, coming right up, I'll come back for your order in a moment." She walked away and I saw she was wearing nice and tight black jeans, making me wonder why not more people coming here, no matter how the food was the sights were worth the trip. Back and Front of Shelby was very well balanced.
I quickly glanced on the menu, mainly to confirm my suspicions, I had been wrong again, it wasn't peach pie, it was peach cobbler. Leaning back in my booth, I kept my eyes on Shelby returning, which was much more interesting than the menu.
"Are you ready to order Honey?"
"Cheese burger all the way, pink in the middle and french fries." It was the choice I had already made long before entering Ed's, after all the menu's in these places are always the same.
"What kind of cheese Honey?"
"Whatever the chef believes should be on a proper American Cheeseburger." I smiled and she laughed at that.
"Sure thing Honey, it will be ready in a few minutes."
She left and came back, and I still enjoyed watching her. The burger was as expected, neither spectacular nor bad. Shelby returned when I was finished.
"Anything I can do for you for dessert Honey?"
"How about some pie?" Cream pie I thought would be just the thing.
"Sorry Honey, all out of pie, but I can get you some nice peach cobbler."
I was thinking I could get another eyeful of her peaches, if she made the trip a couple more times so I agreed.
The cobbler was sweet and sticky, just slightly warm. Pretty much perfect.
"Any thing else I can do for you Honey?"
"I like a cup of coffee and the check please."
I got both and following an impulse I paid cash making the tip a good bit larger than usual, after all the meal had been rather pleasant. Feeling not overly in a hurry I took my cup and settled down at the counter.
Ed, and it was Ed as the name tag on his shirt declared sauntered over. With so little business as this evening he was clearly looking forward to shoot the shit, just to kill time.
"Evening, did you enjoy the meal."
"Yes it was quite good." he beamed at that "Service was excellent."
"Yes Shelby is pretty good. I saw you enjoyed watching her." He winked
"What is there not to enjoy, she is certainly an asset to your fine establishment."
"Not sure about her assets, but she has the finest tits in town." Ed confided in a low voice with a conspiratorial wink.
"I'll have to take your word for that, but they are mighty fine. She seems to be of a strange age for a diner waitress. In my experience they are either high school kids or older women. What's her deal?"
The older man clearly wanted to talk, so I might at least hear something I wanted to know.
"Oh it's a tragic case, Shelby was attending College over in Atlanta. when her parents car crashed, her daddy died immediately and her momma lingered in hospital for a few weeks before passing away. They had been working over in the Furniture factory, and just barely had made ends meet, getting their daughter through college was there pride. Well with them gone, there wasn't enough money left after the hospital bills for Shelby to continue. She didn't have the academic qualifications for a scholarship."
"It's a pity there are no scholarships for tits." I joked
"Sure, she then would have double majored." we both laughed quietly.
"So what happened then."
"Shelby moved back home, in her Momma and Daddy's double wide. She started working for me three years ago, even if I barely have enough customers to stay afloat."
I finished my Coffee thanked Ed, and left the diner, noting that they would close in an hour.
I sat in my car and waited in the dark with neither lights on nor radio playing. The thought going through my mind, caused a lot of blood not being directed towards my brain. I told myself this was just a stupid notion, and there was no way I would go through with it. Shelby was just a pretty girl, I had flirted a bit with, a girl with very nice tits. Tits I would give a lot to see outside of that Grey t-shirt. And I wanted that cream pie, seeing how it would compare to the sticky gooiness of the cobbler I had.
On the other side of the street the lights inside the diner just went dark, and I saw the silhouette of somebody stepping out of the door. There was just enough light to see, that the shape did not belong to Ed. Shelby walked over to an old and battered pickup truck, it's engine catching after a few attempts, switching on the lights and driving off, she directed the car in the same direction my motel was. So it was entirely logical for me to follow her, after all I needed to get there anyhow.
It turned out that her double wide trailer, was actually located in the settlement I had seen before from my motel room window. It was a tidy home, with white washed walls and an aged but well cared for picket fence. There were no further cars in front of her home. I just drove by and quickly glanced at her neighbors homes, both of them a bit more run down, but distant enough that a scream would alarm them, but more subtle noises would escape detection.
I drove on and parked my car in front of my room. My sample case of goods contains a plethora of things, small hardware stores sell all over America, particularly popular was a brand of hunting knives, all in dull black with a non slip rubber grib. The serrated blade was perhaps 4 inches long once unfolded. There were also zip ties, small flash light, duct tape. I never had thought of this sortiment in such a versatile way. I put on jeans, dark polo shirt and wind breaker, and clipped the knife and flash light to my belt, and put zip ties and duct tape in the pockets of the wind breaker. There was certainly no harm in making a little walk in the night.
Fifteen minutes later, my evening constitutional had me sitting behind some bushes behind Shelby's trailer. The blue light, so typical of TV screens, had been switched off 5 minutes ago, as had all the other lights in the trailer. Considering the big window AC unit protruding from the trailer it was actually too quiet. It appeared that it was not running at all. Summer in Georgia without air conditioning is something, not considered desirable. I recalled that Ed had hinted at financial trouble in Shelby's life. But no AC meant that there would be in open windows, and fans running.
I carefully crept closer. True to my expectations, all the screened windows to the trailer were wide open, same with the screened porch door. I carefully tried to open it but it was bolted. I took the knife from my belt and quietly flicked it open. The thin metal mesh of the screen, was no match at all for the hardened steel of the blade. Cutting a small rectangle out of it allowed me to reach in and unbolt the door. Now the door opened noiselessly, Shelby was apparently a believer in preventive maintenance and oiling hinges.
I knew if I entered now I was fully committed, was this really what I wanted. Hell yes, I felt horny as hell and that little minx Shelby occupied all of my thinking. So I slowly crept in, shielding my flashlight with my hand so that no light shone outside, but in combination with the moon light I had a good view. To my right I heard deep breaths coming from an open door, I moved towards it as quietly as possible, the light shining on the floor, to make sure I wouldn't step on anything. Just before I reached her bedroom, the light fell on a laundry hamper. I opened it inside lay on top of a Grey t-shirt a pale blue bra and matching pair of panties. I grabbed the latter, and noticed them being still slightly warm. I put those in my jeans pocket, they might be a nice trophy.
Not wanting to give my presence away I switched of the light and stepped through the open bed room door. I spotted her sleeping form under a thin sheet, her blonde hair now open facing me. I was on her in one mighty jump, pinning her down with my own weight, pressing one hand over her mouth, stifflingthe initial cry of shock, and with the other moving the blade to her throat, killing every future attempt as well. There was no need for words or explanations, a knife to the throat is a fantastic negotiation tool. I removed my hand from her mouth and produced the panties I had stolen, balling them up and forcing them into her mouth. Again a bit of pressure with the knife worked wonders. Duct tape made the gag permanent. I now could afford to let go of the knife and force her hands together behind her back, her legs trying to kick me I ignored entirely. The zip tie kept her hands secured behind her back. I grabbed her pillow and stripped the pillow case of it, which then went as sack over her head, more duct tape securing it around the throat, it would be better if she never could identify her assailant.
There was no need of removing the sheets, as her struggle had taken care of that. She was only wearing a pair of dark panties and another t-shirt in bed, clearly an attempt of escaping the heat in her home. I ripped the panties down, before flipping her onto her back. The t-shirt went up above her head adding to her blind folding.
Her tits were bared, and while I could see only a little bit in the moon light, they looked as magnificent unfettered, as they had looked in the bra under the t-shirt. They were large enough to make men sweat, but not humongous, where they loose all form and appeal. Those were pear shaped orbs of flesh, still having the firmness of youth, with nipples like pencil rubbers. My hand wandered down, between those breasts, over her belly button and onto her mons. I felt some of the soft hair, apparently trimmed to a narrow vee. My hands traveled further to the heat between her thighs. I used my knife again to convince her that pressing those together wasn't to her advantage. Her protests were muffled, not that I really cared what she was going to say, but she got my wordless message and opened up a bit.
My fingers ran down to the main prize. Hot lips trying to prevent me entry, but entirely unsuitable to the task. My finger slipped inside her, and I found a dry tight tunnel. Having no intention to fucking her dry, I started pumping my finger inside her warm cavity, adding a second after a few moments, rubbing my thumb over her clit.
Her protests increased when I added a third finger to the dance, but her body reacted. She wasn't enjoying this, her struggle and protests made that clear, but her body did react to the constant stimulation. Her nipples grew so much. I had to start liking them, not stopping my handy work.
Her breathing got more rapid, and her warm and tight pussy, became moist and slick.
I undressed and got between her legs, her musk now being strong in the overheated bed room. She stiffened when my cock touched her delicate entrance, but I slid in all the way without discomfort, my preparation of her pussy had payed off. I slid in and out, enjoying the smacking sounds her wetness created, her wails of protest wouldn't be heard by her neighbors, or if they heard her, they would conclude rightly that Shelby was having a man over and getting screwed.
It was a heavenly ride for me but all good things must come to an end, I felt my balls tingle as I shot my load deep inside Shelby. Based on her berserk screaming, I think she might not be on protection, it's the bible belt after all. I didn't care, I had wanted a cream pie and certainly would have one.
I was still partially hard when I withdrew my cock, now coated with both of our juices. Seeing her fleshy glory in front of me, I sat on her belly, something she evidently hated, and placed my slimy cock between her breasts. I grabbed them both and smashed them together. The lubrication I provided and the sweat on her skin, allowed again for a very pleasing feeling, and I had an epiphany on how quick I actually could get hard again, using the right stimulation. So I kept fucking those tits, until I was able to donate a second load of cum, on this altar of sensuality.
After getting dressed I couldn't help myself and switched on the flash light. Shelby was a mess her legs still slightly spread, drying cum oozing out of her pussy under the light blonde hair. And more cum, still drying on her tits. I left her like this and made it back to my motel. The next day I would leave town. There was no real reason to ever return to it. Except perhaps to eat again at Ed's diner, after all the dessert there was sweet as Honey.
the End.
