Note: This story was dynamically reformatted for online reading convenience. God she felt good. Brandi had a pussy that dripped juice when she was excited and was it almost as tight as her asshole. Her heat wrapped around his cock almost hurt as he punched himself as deep into her body as he could. Her slim, blonde-furred body was writhing beneath him now, her pussy beginning to contract as she started into her climb to orgasm. When he had first taken her she was dry. She struggled against him, crying and screaming, "Don't do this to me!" He only chuckled as he continued pulling her shorts from her legs. Her hands bound to the bedrail above her head, her only weapons were her beautiful legs which flailed at him. When he freed her left leg from her pink shorts her right one caught him in the side of the head. He stumbled back, dazed for a moment. "Let me go!" she screamed. "Please, just untie me!" Anger blazed into him as he recovered. He grabbed her legs and forced them down. He climbed onto her hips and hit her open handed across the face. Her bare breasts heaved as she sucked in her breath. "Hit me again and you'll get worse, whore!" he yelled at her. Stunned, she stopped struggling and the tears leaked silently from her eyes. He climbed off of her again and took advantage of her sudden stillness by slowing pulling her white underwear off her hips, exposing her blonde-topped crotch. He took a moment to gaze at the treasure he would soon be plundering. The outer lips were small, exposing the inner glory just a little. They had a light fuzz on them. Above them was a small triangle of short blonde fur. She didn't shave, at 14 years old the smallness was natural. He brushed his hand over the light fuzz and she recoiled, drawing her legs up and rolling onto her side. He smiled slightly, she wasn't really hiding anything - he enjoyed the view of her little lips peaking out from beneath her asshole too. He let her lay there a moment while he took off his own clothes. Before he removed his underwear he walked around to the side of the bed where she could see him. He slowly pulled down his briefs and her eyes closed as she saw his raging hardon released from it's cloth prison, pointing directly at her. He went around to the other side of the bed and lay down behind her. She shuddered as he placed his hand on her hip. He slid his body closer to hers and she felt his penis sliding up along her butt crack. She suddenly flipped over to face him and said, "Please, I'm not a whore. Please don't call me that, I didn't ask for this." He paused and looked into her eyes. "No," he said, "you're not a whore. You're a beautiful little girl. You belong to me now." "I'm a virgin." She said. "I beg you not to take that from me." "You didn't hear me, Brandi." His voice was low, calm. "You are mine now. Your life will be spent serving me. I will take you, I will take your virginity, I will fuck you here, now, and for the rest of your life." Brandi closed her eyes and sobbed. He pushed on her hip and rolled her onto her back once again. As he positioned himself above her and spread her little thighs she started fighting him again. "No!" She screamed, "I won't let you do this to me!" He ignored her as he searched for her opening with his cock. Stabbing fruitlessly at her wildly struggling crotch, his heavy body pressed down suffocatingly on her slim one. When his thrusts finally connected she let out a long scream and ceased her struggles as she felt her hymen tear. She turned her head to the side as he lifted himself a little and looked down. The head of his cock was in her fresh hole. "Beautiful," he said, gazing lovingly at the sight of their forced mating. She moaned in pain as he began moving. Back and forth in slight motions, going a little bit deeper into her hole with each downstroke. Her pussy offered him no lubrication to ease his penetration into this virgin. He'd pull out until just the tip of his cockhead split her lips then he'd push himself back into her. First it was just his head, then a little more: a half-inch this stroke, an full inch after two more. He gradually claimed more and more of her for himself. He sighed as he felt a little wetness begin to flow from Brandi. He grinned down at her, "Feels good, doesn't it, honey?" Little 14 year old Brandi lay there with her eyes open and took it. A little grunt would escape her lips with each of his thrusts. Once in a while a tear would roll from her eyes and drip from her button nose onto the pillow. Nature being what it is, her little pussy did start to produce a little fluid to ease the intruder's way into her body. This didn't mean she wanted it or that she was turned on, it only meant that her body was doing what it's genes programmed it to - providing help for his male member to push deep into her vagina and shoot it's seed into her womb. Her little 14 year old body was doing it's best to get pregnant by this rapist. The path being eased, his long cock finally bottomed out in Brandi. Her vagina stretched to accomodate his entire length and he just lay in her for a moment - savoring the feeling of being totally sheathed by her formerly untouched vagina. "You sure you're not a whore? Your cunt is dripping!" He said to her as he resumed his fucking. Brandi knew it must be true, she heard the sloppy sounds coming from their mated genitals. Another tear leaked from her pretty eyes as she realized how her body was betraying her. He wasn't able to hold out much longer. She winced as he grabbed her curved breasts tightly and growled. His cock spasmed deep in her and she knew he was filling her womb with his seed. His sweaty body collapsed on top of her and made it hard to breathe. Still she did nothing. Everything she had wanted had just been taken from her. She would have preferred him to simply kill her than to take her purity from her. She would never have the joy of giving her husband an untouched body, never know the pleasure and pride as the one she loved accepted what she gave to him. Instead it had been roughly taken by this stranger and all Brandi wanted now was an end to her unbearable life. She never did attempt suicide, though she thought about it often over the following weeks and months. He didn't exactly keep her prisoner, she'd tried running three times but each time he had found her in the Alaskan wilderness and brought her back. The third time was the last - she had managed to elude him for weeks and by the time he had found her she was nearing starvation. After that she resigned herself to her situation. She wasn't exactly happy but she no longer allowed herself to hope for something different. As the months passed she came to think of herself as his. She gave him sex, she kept the cabin clean, she chopped firewood, she cooked the meat he killed and the groceries he would bring back from his long drives into town 4 or 5 times a year. When she had first tried running she had tried to take the truck. She didn't know that he'd hidden the distributor cap, all she knew was that it wouldn't start. So, her body taken, her will corraled, her only path to sanity lay in accepting what he could offer her: survival. And a companion. He wasn't much of a talker but he was kind to her in his own way. It was late that summer that she gave in to him completely and she experienced her first orgasm. He looked at her differently after that. He knew she wasn't with him willingly but she had finally given her body willingly. From then on he was careful to make her enjoy their joining before he let himself flood her. And so it was that Brandi became a wife. Not the way she had dreamed of, not the man she had dreamed of, but a wife nonetheless. 13 months after that first rape she became a mother as well. A tow-headed boy was pushed from her womb and into the hands of her waiting husband/kidnapper. And the boy was not the last - as she grew towards old age with her husband she gave him 4 more sons and 1 daughter. They were raised as a family there in the cabin in the woods and never knew the sad and evil path that had brought Brandi to become their mother. In the end Brandi discovered that, despite the evil that had been done to her, she had found happiness. When a hunting party came to their cabin while her husband and oldest son were away in the city she fed them, listened to their stories about events in the outside world, and never once said a thing to them about how she had come to live here with her family. That was when she realized that she no longer wanted to be "rescued". And when her husband returned she told him of the visitors and agreed to suck on his cock all the way into the city if he would buy her a pretty dress and take her dancing when they got there together. It always comes back to sex, you know.