Unbroken Promises by Dianne Stevens Page B

the first night she met him but, unlike that night, he wasn’t drunk tonight. Oh, she could smell alcohol on him but he was in full control of his faculties. As his arm went across her shoulder and down the other side of her arm, his hand lightly brushed over her breast.
    “Randy, you can stay and listen to your music, but I’m walking up to the camp,” Beth said in a steady voice, but her heart was racing so hard and fast she could actually hear her own pulse beating. As she tried to get out, Randy stopped her by adding pressure to her arm and pulling her closer.
    “No, baby, I want you to stay and keep me company a little while,” he said as he became bolder in caressing her breast. His other hand came around to unbutton her shirt.
    “Stop it, Randy!” Beth shouted as she tried to push his hand away.
    “I don’t think so, Beth, I’ve wanted you for some time and I plan on having you tonight. I’ve been told you’re still a virgin; and, you see, I haven’t had a virgin yet. You will have the privilege of being my first. Now, doesn’t that sound pleasurable? It most surely does to me,” Randy said as his breathing became quicker.
    Beth was doing her best to pull his hands away from her but they seemed to be everywhere at the same time. She was crying now and begging him to stop but to no avail. It seemed as if her begging made him more excited. He finally got tired of messing with the buttons of her shirt and just ripped it open, scratching her chest in the process. Her bra clasped in the front, and when he ripped her shirt, her bra broke also. She was now bare to his rough handling. As one hand grasped painfully on her full breast, the other hand was trying to push inside her pants.
    Beth was panicking now; but, instead of trying to push his hand away, she let go and reached for the handle of the door. When she found the latch, she pushed against the door open with all her might. Then she threw her weight to the opening. She tried to twist her body so she could push off with her feet; but, with Randy’s arm around her shoulder, it was just about impossible.
    She screamed as loud as she could for someone to help her.
    As she was turning her body to push away, she was getting herself in a worse position.
    Randy, taking advantage of the situation, pushed her onto her back. Her head and shoulders were hanging out the door and her shirt was wide open. Her breasts were bared open to his bestial passion.
    Randy put an arm around her waist and pushed them both out and on to the rutted ground.
    Beth felt her ribs and the side of her face hit hard against rock-hard clumps of dirt when she landed.
    Randy landed on top of her, knocking the wind from her lungs, and immediately he began to pin her down using his weight as an advantage. He was trying to tug her pants down, but he was having trouble because the string that tied her jogging pants had knotted. He kept jerking at the string; Beth felt the hard tugs against her back and sides. Randy’s mouth was all over her face, mouth, and neck. He was trying to force his tongue inbetween her clinched teeth. When he dipped his head down toward her breast, Beth went berserk. She removed her hands from trying to keep his from pushing her pants down and went for his eyes.
    “Alright, you little tease, I didn’t want to get rough with you; but, if that’s what you want, then that’s what you’ll get.”
    He grabbed both of her hands in one of his in a bruising grip and jerked them above her head.
    He put his face down to her bared breast and bit her hard on the tender flesh. His other hand slid to her flat stomach and slithered under the tightly knotted string until he reached her most private area.
    Beth screamed when he bit her and when he touched her vagina she let out a deep gut wrenching cry. Her flesh burned at the site of the bite. She knew it was useless; no one was going to hear her screams over the loud rumbling dirt bikes, but she was not going to give in.
    She