She spotted a fairly large signboard on the right. There was a fence, but she got over it without any trouble. She went behind the big sign and stretched out on her back, using the zipper bag as a pillow. Despite the cold, Daisy soon fed fast asleep.
The sun on her face woke Daisy up. At first she didn't know where she was. Remembering the sordid details, she wondered if her father would be foolish enough to report her missing and try and get her back. She doubted it. If he was sober enough he'd probably be glad he didn't have to face her.
The sun was hot, but it wasn't all that high. Thinking it'd ready be a scorcher later in the day, Daisy decided to change into her skirt and blouse. After she'd made the change, she ate and then hit the road again.
She was a little stiff, but after a short while on the highway, the kinks in her body had disappeared. Daisy had never hitchhiked before, and for a few minutes the cars seemed to speed up instead of slow down. Just as she started thinking about walking, a big car stopped.
It was a white Cadillac, and the male driver was alone. He leaned over and asked where she was going. He was smiling, well-dressed, and looked to be about forty. When Daisy hesitated, he chuckled and told her to get in. Deciding she'd have to take chances or she'd never get anywhere, she opened the door, got in, and said she was going to visit an aunt, mentioning a town about two hundred miles away.
"I can take you right there," the man said, looking at her legs, then quickly averting his eyes. He pulled the big car back onto the highway. "I have a daughter about your age. She's a blonde, too. How about opening a beer? Have one if you like."
There was a small chest on the floorboard, filled with ice and cans of beer. Daisy opened two, glad of the chance to quench her thirst. The man turned out to be a talker as well as a beer drinker. For the next fifty miles he talked, not giving Daisy a chance to say anything, keeping her busy popping the tops on beer cans.
Daisy only half listened, not understanding much of what he said, caring less. He'd glance at her legs now and then, but she didn't blame him for that. She couldn't pull the short skirt down, and he could get an eyeful of a great deal of exposed thigh. He didn't say anything suggestive, or try to touch her, so she figured she was safe.
Actually, Daisy hadn't had enough sleep, and the steady drone of his voice had her fighting against nodding most of the time. He finally told her it'd be all right for her to get in back and take a nap if she wanted to. Daisy glanced at the comfortable-looking backseat, hesitated, and finally climbed over. She curled up on her side and closed her eyes.
At first, Daisy thought she was dreaming. When she came awake, she realized the big car wasn't moving. She opened her eyes and saw that the man had the back door open and was leaning inside, caressing her thighs. She'd turned over on her back in her sleep. She started to sit up and the man grabbed her ankles and started tugging.
Frightened, Daisy clutched at the seat cushion with her fingers and cried, "Stop that!"
He kept right on pulling, making her short skirt ride up over her slowly moving ass. God, she thought, she was going to be raped again!
The man's blazing eyes were focused on her panty-covered crotch. He licked his Ups and kept tugging. He'd unzipped his pants and taken out his hard cock, and it was even bigger than her father's.
"Please don't do this! Oh please!" Daisy cried.
But the loud words seemed to turn the man on even more. His gripping fingers tugged even harder, and she had to cushion her head with her arms to keep it from banging on the car as he pulled her out onto the ground. He threw himself down on her and she clawed with her fingers and ripped his white shirt.
He grabbed both of her hands and held her down with his heavy body. She could feel his hard cock poking between her legs against her panties. She called him a dirty bastard and turned her face aside when he tried to kiss her on the mouth. He managed to grab both of her wrists with one hand. His other hand went down and replaced his stiff prick, his fingers caressing her cuntlips through her thin panties.
"I'll report you to the police!" she said. "You'll go to jail!
He let go of her wrists and slapped her face hard enough to bring tears to her eyes, then moved his hand up from her crotch and hooked his fingers under the narrow waistband of her panties. Daisy began screaming, kicking her legs wildly, and pounding him on the chest and on the face with her fists. He grabbed her neck with one hand and began squeezing. Afraid he'd kill her, she stopped struggling. He relaxed his grip on her neck.
"All right," she said, pretending to give up. "Let me undress myself. I don't want to ruin my clothes. I guess I want it as much as you do. I'll suck your cock. Do you want to lap my cunt? Let's do all kinds of wonderful things before we start fucking."
The man stared at her for a moment, still not saying a word, then slowly removed his hands and got to his feet. Staring at his big thrusting cock, trying to pretend she was eager to start sucking, Daisy lifted until she was on her knees. When he reached for her head, she turned and walked on her knees as fast as she could, then tried to get to her feet so she could run.
He caught her, threw himself on her, and wrestled her to the ground. She fought him as they robed over and over on the grass. She didn't stop fighting until he again had her pinned to the ground with his body, and he spoke for the first time.
"Keep fighting me and I'll fuck you in the ass, bitch!"
There was a crazy, wild look along with the lust registering in his blazing blue eyes, and Daisy wondered if he'd let her live after he did fuck her.
"I'm ready," she said. "I just like to put up a fight before I get fucked. It makes it better. You should've told me what you wanted. I wanted to get laid as soon as I got in your car. Take my panties off. Be gentle now. Put your big dick in and fuck me easy."
It sounded like double-talk even to Daisy, but it worked. The man settled back on his haunches, his erect cock making little jerking movements, and told her to take her panties off while he watched. When she had the brief garment just below her pussy hairs, Daisy lifted her right leg, pulled it around, and kicked him in the nuts just as hard as she could.
The would-be rapist cried out, grabbed his nuts with both hands, fell over on his side, doubled up, and blubbered incoherently. Daisy watched him for a few seconds, hurriedly grabbed her bag from the front seat of the Caddy, and realized she didn't know which way to go to get to the highway.
She thought she heard cars going by over the groaning sounds the man was making. She left the man writhing on the ground and, sobbing softly, headed along the side road in that direction.
Chapter 4
Glad she had gone in the right direction, Daisy stood in the shade of some trees, wiped her eyes, and adjusted and brushed off her clothes before going to the side of the highway. She began trying to thumb a ride, hoping somebody would pick her up before the man recovered and possibly came after her.
She kept an eye on the side road, ready to flee for cover behind the trees and underbrush if she saw the Cadillac. If the nut had just handled it differently, she might've given him what he wanted, she thought. She'd gotten horny during the struggle, and she still felt a need for some action, but she didn't want to be raped.
Within a couple of minutes an elderly couple stopped to give Daisy a lift. She named another town about two hundred miles farther along and told the same story about going to visit an aunt. She got in back and listened to a little lecture from the kindly woman about how dangerous it was for a young girl to hitchhike.
The man drove very slowly and they stopped to eat at two o'clock in the afternoon. Daisy offered to pay for her meal, but was glad when the elderly gentleman wouldn't let her. The time passed pleasantly enough, and Daisy was sorry when they had to turn off on another road.