tagNonConsent/ReluctanceThis Just Ain't Your Day!

This Just Ain't Your Day!


This just ain't your day ma'am - A day in the life of Lori

This is a fictional story. No one named in this story is real. This story involves anal, vaginal and oral sex acts that are forced and without consent. If this is not what you are looking for, then please go back and select another story.


This happened last summer and I'm just now getting to the point that I can talk about this incident without shaking uncontrollably and crying. I need to open up and tell you, someone all about it before it eats me alive.

My name is Lori and I'm a college student, living at home. Just so you be able to mentally see me, I'm 5'-6," 115 lbs., thin, healthy, nice figure and I loved to party. Notice that 'loved' is past tense. I haven't partied since this incident happened.

The weekend was coming and my friend Cheri was going to a hoe down with her boyfriend. She wanted me to go, even though I didn't have anyone to go with.

"Come on Lori, don't be a stick in the mud. You can find someone to hook up with once you're there. I want you to go, please, please, please."

"I don't know Cheri but I'll think about it."

"What's to think about? You're my party buddy. Come on," she said. "You know you want to go."

"I don't have a thing to wear," I sighed.

"Yes you do, come on. Anything with jeans will work."

I said, "I'll let you know."

I had a Geometry test that was due that Friday. My mind was on that and I pushed her party request to the back on my mind.

Friday mornings test went well and as I was driving back to my house, I was thinking, 'I deserve to party this weekend. I've worked hard this week and need a release. Besides, Mom and Dad are gone for the week and they'll never know.'

I decided that I did want to go to the party. I called Cheri, "Hey girl, where is this party?"

"Oh good, you're going! Whew, I was afraid that you were going to back out. The party is at the lake, near the water tower. You'll find it easily."

"Okay, what time?"

"Bathing suits during the day. Farm wear after dark."

"Oh, I don't think I can make the bathing suit event but I'll be there before it gets dark."

Cheri shrilled, "Sissy!"

"The boys think so. I'll see you Saturday at the lake."

"Girl, you'd better," she said in a threatening voice. "Don't you dare leave me hanging!"

"I won't. You should be a mafia boss!"

Hanging up the phone, I looked over at my open closet. What am I going to wear to a hoe down? What the hell is a hoe down anyway? I Googled it and one of the websites was "Dukes of Hazard". I saw one of the pictures and an idea popped in my mind. I said to the room, "that's it, Daisy Duke!"

I looked over my wardrobe and saw an old plaid shirt. Then I found an old pair of blue jean shorts. I tried them on and they were tight but not uncomfortably so. They needed to be cut off so they were just short of my ass. I cut them off. They were not too revealing but just enough that I knew I'd draw more attention than Cheri. We've been inseparable and trying to outdo the other ever since 9th grade when we really started getting serious about boys.

Saturday afternoon came around and I decided to dress for the party. I took a shower and washed my hair, trying to get it as straight as possible, which wasn't an easy task with my hair. Next was a good pair of pantyhose and just in case I found someone special, I didn't wear any panties. I put on my new cutoff short, shorts. Then I put on the plaid blouse and again in anticipation didn't wear a bra, tying the shirt tail into a knot in front, exposing my firm stomach.

Searching through my shoes, I came up with a pair of dark read slip on 'mules' with 3" heels.

I looked in the mirror and said, "Slut!" and laughed. I had to acknowledge that I looked sexy as hell. Cheri was going to regret inviting me to this party. I might even flirt with her boyfriend, just for fun.

It was summer and the sun didn't go down until around 8:30 PM. It was 5:30 PM so I knew I had time for the 45 minute drive to the lake and find the party.

I got into my 1984 Ford Taurus and headed out. Now, this car had always been reliable ever since Dad bought it for me. Oil change and tire rotations was all that was required. Dad took care of everything else.

I pulled out onto the highway and headed for the lake. I had the music blaring and was just enjoying the air conditioning, hoping that the temperature would fall enough to be comfortable at the lake. Temperature at the lake is usually lower than anywhere else.

I had been on the road for about 20 minutes when I noticed that the air conditioner wasn't working anymore.

"Well shit," I said out loud. Punching the buttons, I attempted to get the air back on. Then I noticed a red light on the dash. Then I noticed the temperature gauge, it was through the roof. Before I could decide what to do, steam came rolling out around the hood of the care.

"Crap!" I started looking for a place to pull over and saw an exit ramp ahead.

EXIT 12 was all the sign said, I pulled onto the ramp and came to a stop.

There was a smaller sign about half way down the ramp that said Stewartsville and there was an arrow pointing to the right. There was no mile marker indicator on the sign.

I got out my cell phone and flipped it open. There were no bars showing. "Great!" I tried to call Cheri but it didn't go through. I knew from what Dad had taught me about cars that if I let it cool off, I could drive it a little further, maybe I could find help. I rolled the window down and just waited.

This exit was not very well used. I had only seen three cars in about 20 minutes. I was waiting when a black Cadillac Deville pulled over in front of me. An attractive man, probably my Dad's age got out and walked back. He had on a business suit with nice shoes. Why do we look at shoes to gauge our acceptance of someone?

He walked up to the window and looked in, "Hello, I'm Brad. Do you need some assistance?"

"Thank you Brad but it just over heated. I'm waiting for it to cool off and then I'll head down there and see if I can find a gas station for some water."

"Well, that's a good idea only the closest gas station is about seven miles down toward Stewartsville. If you want to get back out onto the highway, there's one about five miles down that way. But, if you like, I'd be happy to take you down to the Stewartsville gas station and get some water and then bring you back."

"Oh, I couldn't ask you to do that." There was a little voice in the back of my head that said, 'stranger danger'.

"It's no problem. It won't take but 10 minutes down there, 10 minutes back, 10 minutes to put the water in and you'll be back on the road."

I was thinking of all the reasons I should not get into the car with a man but then I looked at his new Cadillac, his nice suite and nicer shoes and decided it would be okay.

"Well Brad," I said as I opened my door, "Thank you. It's very generous of you to do this for me."

"That's no problem," he said. "It's not every day that I can offer a ride to Daisy Duke!"

Oh shit, I forgot about my outfit. Suddenly I was embarrassed.

He laughed a little and said, "Don't be embarrassed it's very attractive on you. Come on, get in the car and we'll get you started on the way out of here."

I got into his Cadillac with soft leather interior. It was very nice. He started up the car and headed down the ramp.

"Now if it gets too cool in here for you, just let me know."

I looked down and saw that my nipples were showing through the cloth of my shirt.

I lied, "No, its fine."

It was an easy drive to the gas station. We got out and inquired about the borrowing something to put water in.

"Naw, I ain't got nothing that I can loan 'ya but I do sell gallon bottles of water." He was going to make a profit out of this deal.

I reached in my pocket and then realized I'd left my wallet in the truck.

"I'm sorry Brad but I need to go back to the car and get my wallet. I'm so sorry."

"No problem," he said. He bought five one gallon containers of water and put them in his trunk.

There were three men at the station and they were all ogling me. I felt uncomfortable when I overhead one say, "Now there's a lucky bastard" and another one said, "Yeah, it's always the rich bastards that get a girl like that. I wonder if it's his girl or a whore he paid for." Then I really felt that I was dressed a little too slutty to be out in public. The party was one thing but at a gas station full of men? All I wanted to do was leave as soon as possible.

We headed back toward my car.

I asked, "Do you live this way?"

"Yes, I take this exit all the time. I live about twelve miles east of here."

We got to the exit where my car was and he just pulled up the ramp and parked in front of my car.

I laughed, "Well that was easy."

"Hardly anyone uses this exit. Since the window and door plant closed down last year, there's not much else down here. Stewartsville is about ten miles and other than that, it's farm land."

I popped the hood of the car and watched through the space between the car and the hood as Brad started pouring the water in.

"Go ahead and start your engine."

I did and after the second gallon of water, the car settled down to a nice purr. It took almost three gallons.

Brad said as he closed the hood, "She sure was empty. Just let it run for a few minutes before you head out. How about popping the trunk. I'll put the full water jugs there in case you need it after a while."

"Thank you Brad," I said as I walked around to where he was. I opened the back door and said, "I'll just put them on the floor here. The trunk it full of junk. I should have cleaned it out but who has time for that?" I picked up the two one gallon containers of water and set them on the floor of the back seat.

Now, I broke the cardinal rule of self-protection, I turned my back on someone I didn't know. Suddenly a strong hand pushed me forward and I tumbled face first onto the back seat. It took me a few seconds to recover and that was just the amount of time Brad (if that really was his name) needed. I felt him grab my tight jeans and roughly pulled them down to my knees. My pantyhose went next.

I heard Brad moan "Oh god." I tried to get up but his big hand was on my back, pushing me down. I tried to kick with my feet but with my shorts and pantyhose down to my knees, I couldn't do much of anything. Without warning, I felt his cock enter my vagina. Now I'm not a virgin and I've had several guys in my life but Brad's cock was huge. It stretched me to the limits. It felt like he had just fist fucked me but since he had a hand on either side of my hips now, I knew it was his cock. He pumped me furiously for I don't know how long and then shot me full of cum.

He pushed me up a little further on the seat and said, "Thank you Ms. Daisy Duke." I heard him zip his pants up. It was funny, I never heard him unzip his pants.

By the time I sat up, he was in his car and backing down the ramp. He turned toward Stewartsville and sped away. He was too far away for me to get a tag number and I didn't think to do it when he was in front of my car. Dumbass! I cursed myself.

I reached over the seat for a box of Kleenex and using a tissue scooped up cum from between my legs, pulled my pantyhose up and then my shorts.

I got behind the wheel and headed down the ramp and turned toward Stewartsville. I checked my phone, still no service. I had to report this creep to the police. A car like that? They had to know who he was.

I pulled into downtown Stewartsville which looked like a typical small town. I was sitting at a traffic light when a car pulled up next to me with a blue light in the dash. The guy driving looked clean cut and I rolled my window down.

"Excuse me sir, I'd like to report a rape."

His head snapped over to face me, "Do what?"

"I've been raped. I need to report it."

"Oh my God, sure, I'm sorry," he said, "Pull over right here and I'll take your report."

I pulled over and parked. The police officer waved me over to where he was parked and opened the door. I got in. He asked all the pertinent questions and took down the description of the guy who said his name was Brad.

The deputy said, "I don't recognize the name but there is a guy on Route 12 who owns a nice Cadillac. We'll check on that just as soon as I get you to the doctor. He'll check you out and gather evidence." I opened my purse and pulled out the Kleenex containing cum I'd wiped from my legs.

He said, "Good, just hold onto that and we'll give it to the doctor. Let me put this clipboard in the trunk. I'll be right back." I sat back into the car seat and relaxed. I closed my eyes and rested. Second violation of the cardinal rules. Stay alert!

The officer got in and I felt something come into contact with my mouth and nose.

"What? What the fuck?" I struggled but a strong hand and arm held me back into the seat. I started getting groggy and my eyes fluttered before I went blank. I had the sensation of movement and then it stopped. I remember someone getting me out of a car and I was carried in to a house. I remember smelling food being cooked and then another hand held something over my face and I went blank again.

When I started coming around, I felt nauseous. I was struggling to keep from vomiting. I tried to sit up but couldn't. I tried again and realized that my arms were outstretched and bound. I tried to move my legs but they seemed to be bound too.

I heard a guy say, "Hey Craig, she's awake."

I felt someone real close to my face. "Hey darlin' are you feeling better?"

I recognized the 'deputy' voice. "What the fuck have you done to me?"

"Well darlin', you came here in pretty bad shape. I knew you were having a hard time breathing so I removed that shirt of yours and those pants and pantyhose."

I did feel cool. I moved as much as I could but that was not too much.

The man, I assumed was indeed the deputy was just standing there. My eyes were yet to focus correctly. "Are you going to be a nice girl and not fight or do I need to knock you out again?"

I said, "No, no fighting." I did not want to get drugged again. I don't know what they used but it sure did knock me out.

Craig, unfastened my arms and legs. Hell, I couldn't have fought him even if I thought I could. I was feeling a little sick and he had to steady me as I walked. At least I still had my shoes on. But they felt a little different.

"I need to go to the bathroom. I think I'm going to be sick."

"That's normal for Halothane," he said as he guided me toward the bathroom.

I went inside and sat down on the toilet and held my head. Craig handed me a cool cloth and I put it to my forehead. I was looking down at myself when I noticed that I was naked except for a garter belt, nylon stockings and my high heels. My mind tried to comprehend everything that had happened. I knew I had put on pantyhose.

"Yeah, I dressed you. Hope you like it, I sure do," he said.

"Pervert," I muttered. My head hurt too much to protest. The black garter belt and black stockings fit me well and felt very sleek and wonderful to the touch.

"Come on," he said as he pulled me to my feet. "I'll let you lie down."

I followed him, or rather I held onto him as he walked to the bedroom. I flopped down on the bed and closed my eyes. I felt someone, I assumed it was Craig pulling me down on the bed. My lower legs flopped over the edge. I felt him putting something on my wrist but in my groggy state, didn't care. Next thing I knew he raised my arms up and evidently tied them to the bed. I started struggling.

"Now, now darlin'," he said, "Don't get all upset." His voice was so calming, I couldn't resist the urge to follow his instructions. I felt something going on my ankles but I could move my feet so they weren't tied down.

I was gaining fuller consciousness. Craig said, "Now you be a nice girl and do what you're told and everything will be okay. If you resist, you'll be beaten. If you try to hurt one of us, I'll kill you!"

What did he just say? One of us? Kill me? What the fuck?

I felt him put his hands under my ass and lift me up. Before I could resist, he pushed his cock into my pussy. Now he was nowhere near as big as Brad had been so it was a comfortable fuck. Comfortable what? This guy's fucking me! This guy's raping me!

"Hey get off," I screamed. "Help, rape!"

"Don't do no good darlin'," he said, "Ain't no one for miles to hear you."

I quickly assessed my situation and figured there was no reason to resist. I'd just let him get his rocks off a couple of times and he'll let me go. I just laid there and let him fuck me. I felt him shoot his hot cum in my pussy.

"Damn darlin', you've got one fine pussy there. I would appreciate some interaction though. You know, you could moan a time or two, maybe even cumin' for me?"

"I'm not your fucking date, you rapist pig," I shouted, "I'm not cuming for you!"

"Okay, suit yourself," he said as he pulled my feet up. I could see that there was some type of ankle strap, looked like leather, around my ankle with a chrome ring on it that had rope tied to it. He bent my feet forward almost to my shoulders and stuck his dick in my pussy again. He felt longer this way. He fucked me hard. I couldn't help but get excited. I sure as hell wasn't going to let this asshole know it. The longer he fucked me the harder it was to conceal my excitement. He was fucking me good this time.

Holy shit, I'm going to cum. I felt the waves of pleasure wash over me and I shuttered. He lost it when I did and cummed in my pussy again. His hot sperm filled me. He let my legs down and stepped back, breathing heavily. I hoped he was having a heart attack but then I realized if he died, I'd be stuck on this bed for who knows how long.

"Thank you darlin'," he said, "I knew you had it in ya'."

I just laid there and closed my eyes as his cum dribbling out of me. I felt someone touch me and looked up. There was a young girl, couldn't have been more than 18. She had a damp wash cloth and a pan of hot water.

"Craig said I needed to clean you up." She wiped my pussy and used the wash cloth to wipe inside of me as far as she could. When she finished she didn't say anything else but got up and left the room, closing the door behind her. I could hear other voices in the house.

The door swung open and some guy came in the room and took his pants and underwear off. He had a pretty good sized dick. It was obvious that I was going to get fucked again. He crawled on top of me and he smelled of beer. He tried to kiss me but I turned my head.

"You too good for me bitch?" he growled and struck me across the face with his open hand.

He roughly pushed my legs apart and jammed his cock into me. He was rough. He wasn't trying to make love to someone but he was savagely attacking my pussy. He jammed his cock into vagina, striking my cervix and I felt him unload his sperm there. Thank God I was on the pill or that one would have made me pregnant for sure. Like Craig he lifted my legs up and bent me over. I felt him run his finger into my pussy several times. Then to my surprise, he jammed that cum soaked finger into my ass. Now, I'd had anal sex once before and didn't care too much for it. This was no exception. He rammed his finger into me about twenty times before pulling it out. Man that felt good to have his finger out of my ass. He plunged his dick back into my pussy and fucked me for about five minutes before pulling out. Next thing I knew, the head of his dick had penetrated my ass.

I screamed, "Ow, ow, ow..., ouch, that hunts you dumb fuck!"

"Good bitch. Let's see how your ass feels when I'm through fucking it. You won't shit right for a month."

With that he started ramming my ass with his long cock. Shit it hurt. After a while my ass adjusted to his size and it didn't hurt as much. A little while longer and it started actually feeling good. I knew I was being ass raped but it still made me tingle and I knew I was going to cum. It was building in me when the guy grabbed my clitoris between two fingers and started rolling it back and forth. That opened the flood gates. I had one of the strongest climaxes I've ever had. He continued to fuck my ass and after ramming his thick fingers in my cunt, I climaxed again. Then he mercifully climaxed, filling my ass with cum and he let my legs drop as he stepped back.

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