This is the continuing story of Sammi, who ran away from home to get away from her mother's abusive new boyfriend.
The sound of Joseph's question broke Sammi's memory flashback, "Ready to get something to eat? There's a good diner up here a bit with plenty of parking."
"Sure" Sammi replied noticing she was hungry and letting her mind wander to the question if the place was expensive?
Only a few minutes after making the suggestion Joseph pulled the big rig off the interstate and into the truck stop diner. Before getting out of the truck himself, he instructed Sammi how to safely crawl down from the cab of the truck.
As the two walked from the truck to the diner Joseph realized how short and petite Sammi stood. They both went to the washroom first then met in a booth to dine together. Sammi was careful in what she chose to order very well aware of her limited money. Joseph ordered a T-Bone steak and a baked potato. He told her she should order more then a salad as this diner had good food but she declined.
For the first several minutes Joseph just talked small talk about the diner and weather and area. He was relived that while speaking softly Sammi was at least engaged in the conversation. Especially when he brought up Ol'Jack, she lit up and even smiled, it was obvious she liked dogs. He used the opportunity to ask if she ever had her own Pet dog. Sammi shared about having a dog when she was little but revealed living in apartments kept her mom from being willing to have a pet any time recently.
He then decided to see if she might talk about more personal things. He decided to jump in with both feet. "You seem like ya got quite a few bruises. Is that why you're out here hitching rides on the highway, or are ya just really clumsy?"
For a moment her eyes dropped, she tilted her head down and shifted uncomfortably in her seat. He voice grew even softer when she replied, "Clumsy I guess." She tried to put a fake smile on her face, but now that Joseph had seen her genuine smile when talking about Ol'Jack he was confident he could tell the difference. He thought about his question and was frustrated that he gave her the easy alternate answer asking if she was clumsy.
"No one should lay their hands on a pretty young lady like you..." he paused to choose his words more carefully, "...on anyone. Some of them bruises look like hand prints from being grabbed or held." Again Joseph was upset with himself for not being more strategic with his words." He decided to be more direct, "No young man got any right to lay his hands on ya."
Once again he paused and thought carefully about his words and then added, "Nor your Pa neither. Especially a little thing like you. Can't imagine you're much of a whirling dervish." Then he decided to try to lighten the mood, "Although I'd imagine you move a bit slower then Ol'Jack."
He was relived that tease seemed to work and while still looking down she at least put a little smile on her face. The waitress stopped by and refreshed his coffee. When she did he ordered an order of French fries.
"They got the best fries here, even Ol'Jack likes them" he joked but also having noticed she ate every bite of her salad hoped she might eat some of the fries.
He tried to keep the conversation light over the next several minutes sharing some of the trouble his dog had gotten him into and sharing funny stories of the dog passing gas in the cab of the truck. Once again he managed to get her to relax and he was happy and relieved when she started eating some of the fries.
Joseph couldn't help notice that despite the bruises and her petite frame, Sammi was a very attractive young woman. For such a petite female she had ample breasts. Her long brown hair was pretty and those grey blue eyes could catch any man's attention. He waist was tiny but her hips nice and round. He felt a bit guilty for noticing but it was lonely being a long haul truck driver.
If he hadn't seen the bruises and the fact that he did not guess she was even over the age of eighteen he might have considered giving his old sex tool some exercise. But he was not the type of man to take advantage of a female running away from trouble. He just hoped Sammi's trouble didn't find her while she was with him.
When they were close to finishing their food Joseph excused himself and went over to the counter and spoke with Donna the waitress. Sammi had noticed that he and Donna seemed quite familiar with one another so she thought nothing of him going to talk to her.
He came back, finished his cup of coffee, suggested they both take one more restroom break and then hit the road again. When she came out from using the bathroom she tried to pay Donna for her salad but Donna said it had already been paid.
When he came out, Sammi tried to give him the money, but he wouldn't take it and joked that he bought her dinner since she had to take care of Ol'Jack. She tried a few more times but Joseph wouldn't take the money.
They climbed back in the truck and headed out on the highway once again. Joseph teased her that she should take a turn driving. But when she seemed to take him seriously and said she'd try he asked to see her commercial driver's license which she of course did not have and tensed up when he thought maybe he was asking to see her ID.
But he quickly got her relaxed and laughing saying that Ol'Jack had tried to get behind the wheel one time but he was lucky the blood hound couldn't reach the pedals and see over the dash.
Once again he started up the melodic country and western music and after getting food in her belly Sammi started feeling sleepy and began to doze off and started to drift in and out of a dream of more of what Roger did to her...
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The physical abuse only continued to escalate and Holly was pretty sure she heard her mom crying a couple times as well after hearing them argue. She was pretty sure Roger was hitting her mom too. But her mom was the one who had to make the decision to kick him out or call the cops but that didn't happen.
Her mother's new boyfriend had only been living in their apartment a little over a month when things escalated more. It happened one night after her mother had made a romantic dinner for her most recent live in boyfriend. She cooked an Italian meal and even had purchased and opened a bottle of wine. Her mom sent her to her room early with a plate so she could be alone with him.
Not too much time passed before she heard their voices getting louder apparently in an argument. She turned on some music to drown out the arguing.
The music helped some and the noise seemed to die down and eventually she got tired, got ready for bed and turned off her lights getting under the covers. When she turned off her music she thought she heard her mom crying but it either didn't last long or she was mistaken and after not hearing anything more she eventually drifted off to sleep.
She was startled awake by tremendous weight landing on her body and a firm hand over her mouth. It was aggressive and brutal and snapped her quickly out of a tight sleep. His pure weight alone was overpowering much more then any play wrestling match with friends even with a few of her guy friends. He pinned her body underneath him so much easier then she ever could have expected. Her own covers made it easier to restrain her arms and legs from fighting him off.
His hand left her mouth long enough to slap her hard first from left to right, then back hand from right to left and then a third slap like the first again.
He punched her hard with his other fist in the chest knocking the air from her lungs. She wondered if his intent was to kill her.
Within moments he somehow managed to get under the covers with her and she could feel his flesh rubbing against her flesh. His legs were hairy and she realized he only seemed to have on underwear.
She wasn't even sure how he managed it other then intense pain from what she thought were his knees and likely one hand but in a matter of seconds she felt her own legs forced open wide.
She was pretty sure she felt him seem to kneel hard on her right thigh muscles and she realized she pushed her left thigh and knee wide as she felt first one, then two and then a third hard punch on her left thigh muscle after which out of instinct and desperation to stop the rapid hard punches she pushed her own leg as wide as she could as several more punches pounded her inner thigh.
Her arms made feeble attempts to push him off her but just pushing them up towards him seemed to emphasize the pain in her chest muscles where he had punched. When she attempted to cry out for help the base of his hand shoved up hard on her chin forcing her mouth to close so hard and fast she bit her own tongue causing her to taste sone blood. The hit to her jaw left her a bit woozy and she realized this wasn't like some movie where the girl magical shoves the guy off her body. Roger was over six foot tall and in pretty good shape other than a beer gut but he had to easily weigh more then two hundred pounds and likely more then twice if not three times her weight.
She wasn't sure if it was the sound of the fabric tearing or the unfamiliar pain of the hard pull of the fabric tight into her skin but she felt her panties digging into her flesh before they finally were pulled hard and fast out from around her hips and harshly from between her legs.
With her legs wide and the burn of the torn panties harsh on her hips and legs she knew she was about to be raped.
But it was like he wanted to give her time to think and anticipate what was about to happen because she didn't immediately feel the pain between her legs she knew would be coming.
Instead she first felt him punch hard into her stomach and then into her right breast three times and then into her left breast three times.
Only after punching both breasts did she then feel him tug her nightshirt up hard. Unlike her panties that only had about an inch of material on each hip her nightshirt had a seam on each side from under her arm all the way down to her waist.
It was only then with the intensity of his actions that she realized there was no longer a hand over her mouth. Instead his hands would thrust down hard onto her breasts before digging his fingers like claws into the shirt and breast flesh. She then would feel a harsh pull on both her shirt and her breast flesh. Each pull lifting her upper body up off the mattress but the weight on his legs on her thighs kept him from lifting her fully off the mattress.
"Notice my girl despite how loud you are groaning your mother is ignoring you, she doesn't care what I do with you, but you already knew that" he said in a cruel voice.
He continued alternating between hands not letting go until the shirt allowed her breast to pull free from his grip only because his legs pinned her lower body to the mattress.
Only after doing this five times to each breath did she realize the fabric was beginning to tear.
Only after a dozen punch then pulls on each breast did the fabric tear enough to begin to expose her breast flesh and she of course hadn't wore a bra to bed. She only realized this when on the next punch on her left breast when his fist pulled up it no longer pulled on the flesh of her full breast but was now focused pinching directly on her Areola and nipple. She only realized it was exposed as there was no longer material between his hand and her flesh to slide free. His fingers pinched her nipples hard and only seemed to release when he chose. The moment he released her left nipple he did the same to her right.
She had never been punched or knelt on like this before, even play wrestling had never come close to anything like this. Her body felt pummeled and brutalized and under complete assault.
He repeated the intense pinch and pull multiple times to each nipple. Despite the intense pain she was shocked to feel the most intense sensitivity and hardening in each nipple like she could not imagine. Even between each pull her nipples and areolas remained hard puffy and engorged with heightened sensitivity.
She was shocked that she wasn't sure how many times he had done it when she realized it was now his mouth alternating from one nipple to the other.
Only when she felt the wetness that she thought was blood did she realize it was his mouth and the wetness his saliva. Despite the intense ache in her thighs, breasts and nipples it was sending sensations deep into her body that she had never experienced. Only then did she realize she had tossed her head back, closed her eyes tight and was squirming, struggling and writhing beneath him.
His mouth would suck as much of her young breast flesh into his mouth as he could and then hold tight. After doing this to each nipple several times he began to carefully close his jaw letting his teeth press against the swollen firm flesh.
The first few times he was careful to not break the skin but tried to tighten the bite as much as he could without doing so.
She couldn't say for sure but it was only then that she realized he was rubbing her sex and it was soaking wet. She could feel wetness being smeared all around between her legs all over her sex, thighs, hips and her lower belly.
She was terrified at her next sensation as she felt his teeth begin to scrape from outside her Areola down towards the nipple. The first few times he did this while his teeth scraped over the oh so sensitive flesh it felt more like the sensation of someone scratching an itch hard on her back except on her breast and Areola. But as his teeth reached the base of her nipple they tightened to the hardest pinch she ever had experienced or imagined. It hurt intensely when his teeth tightened, but he held tight for what seemed like a long time so that when he released the bite, her nipple hurt more then when he was biting.
She hated him and hated herself even more when she felt intense anticipation for him to do the same to her other breast and nipple and he did not disappoint.
As he continued to do this another time to each breast she was pretty sure he was biting a little harder and she was sure his teeth held longer each time. But she did not fear the bite, it was the release of the bite that caused more pain. Once again she was unsure how many times he had done it but she realized at some point he had started pinching her other nipple while his teeth bit the other. She wasn't sure what he was using as the pinch felt far more intense then fingernails could cause and unlike his mouth that felt warm it felt cool and metallic.
But it did intensify the sensations throughout not only her breast and nipples but throughout her entire body. Just as she didn't think it could get any more excessive he started gripping the base of her breasts with his hands and squeezing hard. That hurt even more yet increased the sensation to the extreme. She couldn't really even describe the sensation but it was like both breasts were being trapped and pinched in a heavy door at the same time.
Despite the almost unbearable pain she had never felt any sexual stimulation in her breast or nipples other than her own timid caress. She had barely kissed a boy she liked let alone had any type of rough sexual play. Now her bare breasts were being squeezed, pulled, pinched, sucked and bitten and even though terribly painful her breasts felt more stimulation then she knew they could feel.