The Good Samaritan

[Vile8r]

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The following story is a work of fiction meant for entertainment purposes only. It depicts nonconsensual sexual acts between adults. It is in no way meant to be understood as an endorsement of nonconsensual sex in real life. Any similarities of the characters in the story to real people are purely coincidental.

The Good Samaritan
An original story by Vile8r

[*]Chapter 1
[*]Chapter 2
[*]Chapter 3
[*]Chapter 4
[*]Chapter 5
[*]Chapter 6
[*]Chapter 7
[*]Chapter 8
[*]Chapter 9
[*]Chapter 10

Two young women are helped out after their car breaks down, but it turns out to be more of a nightmare than roadside assistance.

CHAPTER 1:

They were lost! Darian was sure of it. The two pretty college girls had been invited for a weekend stay at their friend Rory’s family cabin in the mountains. Darian Peters and Eva Callahan were city girls. They knew nothing about driving on country roads.
Rory had given them directions to get to the cabin. She wrote them on a piece of paper.

“Chances are, once you get into the mountains, your phone service is gonna be shitty,” she told them. “So you can’t use the GPS on your phone.”

Sure enough, as they got into the mountains, they discovered their phones weren’t working. Darian had an older car, that had no satellite GPS in it either, so they were totally relying on the written directions Rory had given them. Now it appears, they’d made a mistake and missed the turn-off they were supposed to take.
“I thought you said to turn left on Boulder Road,” Darian said with frustration, “ then go three miles and turn right on Cedar Tree Road?”

“I made a mistake!” Eva said. “I read it wrong and told you to turn right.”

“So all this time, we’ve been driving in the wrong direction!” Darian snapped. “No wonder we can’t find Cedar Tree Road!”
“I’m sorry, okay?” Eva pouted. “Rory doesn’t have the greatest handwriting. I couldn’t read it very well.”
“Well, we’ll have to find a place to get turned around and head back in the other direction.”

“It’s getting late,” Eva said. “We need to get to Rory’s cabin before dark, or we’ll really be fucked trying to find the place in the middle of the night.”
“I know,” Darian said. “Why the hell do people have to have cabins so far out in the sticks? You know, there are perfectly nice hotels we could have stayed in at the beach this weekend!”

“Rory told us it was so fucking nice out here. She just insisted we come,” Eva said, slouching down in the passenger seat.
“Yeah, and now we’re fucking lost in Buttfuck-nowhere!”
As the girls complained about their present state, Darian wasn’t paying attention to the large rock lying in the middle of the road. She did see at the last moment and tried to swerve to miss it, but it was too late. The rock struck the underside of the car with a sickening thuddddd!

“Oh my God! What the hell was that?” Eva cried out.
“I just hit a goddamned rock in the middle of the road,” Darian spat. “It hit pretty hard, I hope it didn’t break something.”
It was only a few seconds after she said that, the ‘check oil’ light on her dashboard suddenly flashed red.
“Oh great! Now what?” Darian yelled, punching her steering wheel.

She pulled over to the shoulder of the road and popped open the hood. Immediately, the girls could smell hot engine oil and there, underneath the car, a small pool was forming.
“I don’t know what’s wrong, but it’s leaking oil from somewhere,” she said. “I think that rock hit something.”
“Now what do we do?” Eva asked. “We can’t even use our phones to call for help.”

“I have one bar,” Darian said. “I’ll give it a try.”
She was going to call their friend first and let her know what was going on. But as soon as she hit “Send”, the phone beeped and “Call Failed” flashed on the screen, followed by, ”No Service”.
“Well, damn, that didn’t last very long.”

“What are we gonna do?” Eva asked, frantically. “This is not good! We’re miles from anywhere!”
They looked down the road in both directions. As far as they could see, it was just forest.
“I think I saw a sign about a mile back for a campground,” Darian said. “Maybe we should walk back there and see. If there is a campground there, someone could be able to help us.”

“Or not!” Eva shot back. “Then we’ve walked a mile for nothing!”
“Well, we have to do something!” Darian snapped at her.
Then they heard it. The sound of a vehicle coming down the road. Soon they could also see a plume of dust, and then what appeared to be an old pickup truck coming over the hill just a short distance away.

Both girls began jumping up and down and waving their arms to get the driver’s attention. Which was actually quite unnecessary. Any man seeing the two cute brunettes, both with very nice, tight bodies, dressed in denim cut-offs and tank tops, would most surely stop.
The man driving this pickup truck was no exception. He pulled up beside the girls’ broke-down car and rolled down his window.
“Hey there, ladies! Are you having some troubles?” he asked.

“Oh, we are soooo glad you stopped,” Darian gushed. “Yes, we are having troubles! First off, we are lost. We’re looking for Cedar Tree Road and I think we went in the wrong direction. Then I hit a rock on the road and my car is leaking oil.”
“And we have no cell phone service!” Eva whined.
The man laughed. “Yeah, you girls do have some problems. Out here, it’s really hard to get good cell phone service. That’s why I don’t even own one. And as for Cedar Tree Road, yeah, you’re right! You’re lost! It’s way back that way about 10 miles.” He pointed with his index finger back in the direction he had come from.

He opened the truck door and stepped out. He held his hand out to Darian. “My name’s Lorne. If you’d like, I can take a look at your car and see what’s going on. I might be able to fix it for you.”
“I’m Darian,” she replied. “And this is my friend Eva.”
“Pleased to make your acquaintances, Darian and Eva,” Lorne said.
He was having a hard time not to stare too hard at the two 19 year year-olds. Both had long brunette hair, Darian’s a little darker than Eva’s. Both were also quite petite, Darian being just a couple of inches taller than Eva. Lorne figured neither one of the girls could weigh much over 110 lb.

The two college girls had killer bodies. Curvy, slender hips and waists, and flat stomachs, along with gorgeous tits. Eva was a bit bigger in that department than Darian, and she also had an exquisite bubble-butt, Lorne couldn’t help but notice.

Lorne, himself, was 29 years old. He wasn’t fit and buff, by any means, but wasn’t fat either. He stood about 5’ 10’, nearly a foot taller than either girl and weighed around 180 lb. His long, sandy-brown hair was in a ponytail, and he had about a week’s worth of stubble on his face. He had that slightly weathered look about him, that told you he spent a lot of time in the outdoors.

Darian and Eva had heard all the horror stories from their parents about accepting help from strangers on the road. Just a couple of months ago, a girl they knew from campus had had a flat tire on her car and a Good Samaritan had stopped to help her. Except after he had changed the tire, he had then forced her into the backseat of her car, where he savagely raped her.

Everybody on campus had been very shocked about the whole thing. Now here Darian and Eva were, with a broken-down car and a strange man out in the middle of nowhere. It wasn’t the ideal situation, that was for sure, but what other choice did they have?
And Darian reckoned, the guy didn’t look all that threatening. A little rough around the edges, and looking like a redneck, dressed in an old plaid shirt and tattered jeans, but he was the only help they had at the moment. If he could help them from being stranded miles and miles away from home, they had to trust him!

Lorne took a look under the up-raised hood of the car. Then he was down on his hands and knees in the gravel, looking underneath the car. It was just as he figured, after hearing the dark-haired girl tell him she’d hit a rock. You couldn’t see it from up above, but there was a good-sized gash in the bottom of the oil pan. It had caused all the engine oil to drain out onto the ground.
Lorne got back up to his feet, brushing the dust off his knees.

“Well girls, I got good news and bad news for you,” he said. “The bad news is, I can’t fix your car. The good news is, I know someone who can.”
“Who is that?” Darian asked.

“Rusty Carlin. He’s got a garage in Columbia Springs. Him and I, we’re good buddies. He’ll come, tow your car back to his shop, and get it fixed in no time flat! Betcha he won’t even charge you for the towin’. Rusty’s a pretty decent guy that way.”
Darian and Eva knew where Columbia Springs was. They had passed through the small town earlier. It was about a half hour drive away.

“Okay, well that’s all good,” Eva said. “But how do we get hold of your buddy? Remember we have no phone service!”
“I can give you girls a ride to my place, and you can use my landline,” Lorne suggested.
“Where’s your place?” Darian asked.

“Oh, it ain’t far from here,” Lorne said, “back north, that way.” He gave a dismissive wave with his hand in the general direction.

“Well……okay….I guess we could,” Darian said, giving Lorne a wary look.
“Maybe one of us should stay with the car?” Eva said.
“Nah, you don’t need to do that,” Lorne scoffed. “It’ll be perfectly safe here. Just grab whatever you want out of it, lock it up, and we’ll head to my place. You girls look like you could use a cold drink anyway.”

The two girls looked at each other and shrugged. They grabbed their purses out of the car and Darian locked the doors. It seemed a little risky, getting into a total stranger’s vehicle, but Darian knew they both carried pepper spray in their purses. If this guy decided he wanted to try something, she was confident they could deal with it.

They all three piled into Lorne’s dusty old truck. Eva sat in the middle, with Darian beside the passenger door. Lorne smiled to himself, noting he had a very nice view down the inside of Eva’s tank top.
Damn, these two are fuckin’ hot! He was thinking to himself.
He turned the truck around, and he headed back in the other direction. He went a couple miles before turning off onto a small side road, which soon degenerated into not much more than a narrow trail, barely wide enough for his truck. It was very rough and bumpy.

“Sorry, girls!” Lorne apologized. “I know this ain’t much of a road. Hell, when it rains, I can’t even get down it!”
Lorne didn’t mention that this was not even the usual road to his cabin. There was another much smoother, and better road to take, but he had done this deliberately.
“How much farther do we have to go?” Eva asked.
“Oh, not much farther,” Lorne said. “Another couple minutes and we’ll be there.”

They finally reached the end of the trail and the girls found themselves pulling onto another gravel road. This road was much better, but they only went a short way, then Lorne pulled into a tree-lined driveway and drove several hundred yards before stopping in a large clearing.
In front of them, they could see an old, run-down, two-storey wooden cabin. Smoke drifted from a brick chimney. There was a wide veranda on the front of the cabin. Also in the clearing, the girls could see several other old dilapidated out-buildings. Some old rusty cars and trucks and other garbage was scattered around in the tall grass. It was comforting to see a power line connected to the house. At least he had electricity.

To Darian, it reminded her of a scene from a horror movie. One where some crazed lunatic would come running out of the house carrying a chainsaw.
Lorne looked over at the two young women and laughed. “Yeah, I know, it ain’t much to look at, but hey, it’s home sweet home!”
As they got out of a truck, a large Rottweiler dog came running off the porch, barking and growling at the girls.
“Oh my God!” Eva cried out, at the sight of the black, snarling dog.

“Sarge!” Lorne yelled. “You shut the fuck up, dog! This is company, they’re allowed to be here!”
Her turned to Eva and Darian. “Don’t pay no attention to him. He looks mean, but he won’t do nothin’, unless I tell him to.”
The dog backed away, but still followed at a distance, warily eyeing up the girls. They also kept a nervous eye on the vicious-looking dog as they walked up to the cabin.

They walked across the wide veranda and entered the cabin. It was not as messy as the girls anticipated it to be. It was obvious that a bachelor lived there. The curtains on the windows were rather tattered and the floor needed to be washed. But Lorne was actually quite tidy. Except for some dirty dishes in the kitchen sink, and some old newspapers piled on the table, the place was not too bad.
“So where’s your telephone?” Darian asked, looking around the kitchen.

“Oh, don’t need to be in a big hurry,” Lorne said. ”We’ll get a hold of ol’ Rusty in a bit.”

“We’d kinda like to get a hold of him now,” Darian said. “It’s getting late and we are supposed to be getting to our friend’s place before dark. I should at least call our friend and let her know what’s happening. Maybe you could give her directions and she can come pick us up?”
“What’s the big hurry?” Lorne grinned. “Hell, you could stay here for the night. Me, you, your cute friend, I think we could have one hell of a party, if you know what I mean?”

“Um, no…..I don’t think we’ll be partying with you!” Darian said.
She cast a nervous glance over at Eva. This guy was starting to make her just a little anxious. Her hand went into her purse and she felt for the cylinder of pepper spray.
“Ohhhh, well, I hear you college girls like to party,” Lorne continued. “You are college girls, ain’t ya?”
“Yeah……yeah, we go to college,” Eva said.
“How old are you then?” Lorne inquired.

“We’re…..uh….we’re both 19,” Eva told him.

“Oh well, then what the hell? Nineteen is a great age! I had one hell of a blast when I was that age. Got laid a lot back then. Bet you two would be great fucks! Tell you what, I get your car fixed for you, you two can show me a good time, huh? I might be ten years older than ya, but hey, an older guy could make you two honeys pretty happy!”

“That will NOT be happening!” Darian snapped. “We are not partying with you, or fucking you, or anything else! We are not interested! Just let us use your damn phone so we can get the hell out of here!”
Lorne gave Darian a blank look. “That is really too damn bad, sweetie. I had hoped things wouldn’t get this way, but how about if I just tell you, you ain’t goddamn leaving…..until I get what I want!”

He reached behind him and from the waistband of his jeans pulled out a large pistol. A nasty-looking Smith & Wesson 629 .44 Magnum. He levelled it right at Eva, as he saw Darian’s hand go into her purse.

“Whatever the fuck you’re reaching for, I suggest you don’t!” he snarled. “Or little Eva’s brains get splattered across the wall! Now both of you…..throw your purses on the table and keep your hands up where I can see them.”

Darian and Eva tossed their purses onto the table, Lorne keeping a distance in case one of them tried something. They raised their arms into the air. Still aiming the gun at Eva, Lorne approached the table, dumped the contents of both purses on the table and grabbed the two cans of pepper spray. He jammed them both into his back pocket.

“You fucking bitches,” he scowled. “Always thinking you’re so goddamned tough when you got that damn spray in your purse. Well it ain’t gonna do a damn thing for you this time!”
“Pl-please….sir…..don’t hurt us…..please don’t!” Eva sobbed.

“Let us go……people are going to be looking for us….” Darian said. “Let us go…and we won’t tell anyone….we promise!”
“I told you two what I want…..and I plan on getting it!” he said. “Ain’t letting you go until I do!”

He waved the gun at both of them. “Now……I want you both in the middle of the room…get over there….come on!”
Darian and Eva moved so they were standing next to each other in the center of the kitchen floor. Both were trembling and shaking with fear. Darian was mad at herself. She’d had an uneasy feeling about this guy from the very beginning. Why, oh, why had they been so naïve and stupid to let him talk them into coming here?

TO BE CONTINUED