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Forbidden Obsession
(Kim Hardwick)

"Are you going to take advantage of me?  I am a virgin."  I was terrified of being ravaged and of bearing his child; yet, the thought of his taking me against my will and my utter helplessness had me curious as to what it would feel like.  The animal like the passion of being violently coupled only increased my heightened state of arousal.  Perhaps I was meant to be a whore?

"Do not worry about your virginity little one!  My cock is passed its prime; I can hardly get it to quiver!  The price one pays for getting old."  He laughed and looked at my breasts once again.

We continued for half an hour in silence, the stench of his clothes and unwashed body reminding me that this was not a nightmare, but a horrible reality.

Finally, he pulled up to a farmhouse just past the intersection of D126 (Chemin de la Garenne) and just before reaching the D93.  The dwelling where I was to meet my fate was surrounded by farms; it was quite rural.  

"Time to answer for your misdeeds, my little buttercup."  He reached over and dragged me across the driver's side of the car.  He stood me up, looking down on me and then leaned forward and kissed me.  It wasn't a gentle kiss; certainly not what I imaged a lover's kiss would be like.  It was horrible, the stench of tobacco from his breath, the unshaven stubble of his rough-hewed face suddenly made me realize that perhaps he would kill me after raping me.  The fact that I would be raped was a foregone conclusion; even at my tender age I knew what to expect.  I still had hopes for surviving this torment while in the car, but now, the realization that he would have to hide evidence of his crime left me with no doubt as to his intentions.

"Please, I won't tell anybody!"  I started to gasp, the knowledge that my future life was to be measured in minutes, perhaps hours.  The fact that perhaps my family would never find my body almost made me cry.

He made as if to kiss me again, then from behind him, the sound of a door closing interrupted him.

"Andre, did you bring the girl?"  A raspy voice boomed out.  The accent was odd, possibly from some other region of France or a foreigner.

Andre looked at me and whispered, "Don't say anything about the car ride!  Not if you know what's good for you."

"Yes, Count, I've bought the girl."  He nudged me ahead of him, pointing towards a vine-covered wooden door, just off the main entrance.  The old looking farmhouse seemed as if it was built during the time of the Emperor.  But for the disheveled look of the exterior, it could have passed for a modest chateau.