With the sun down, the temperature had cooled, and would get cooler still as the evening deepened into darkness. Quinn's blonde hair hung silky soft around her shoulders as she stepped out of the house. She was wearing a black muscle shirt with no bra, and a pair of low riding, skintight black jeans as she took the narrow path through the trees out back and down through the brush to the edge of what passed for a town here on the edge of the desert.

Jeremiah was a few square blocks of one and two story buildings. There was a bar, a grocer, a diner, a beauty salon, and a combination hardware store barber, along with a gas station. There was also a cement factory on the edge of town by the train tracks which was mostly where everyone worked who did actually work.

Quinn wasn't old enough to legally drink yet, which didn't stop her, of course, especially when Callum or Brian could do the actual buying. It did get in the way from time to time, though, depending on who was working the bar, and whether Mr. Saunders, the owner, was there or not.

Quinn sauntered down the street towards Maggie's Diner, crossed through the parking lot of the Shell station and was just about to go in when she saw a big, dark SUV come up the street and park at the grocer. She hesitated, feeling a strange, breathless sensation, then turned back and crossed the street.

The door opened, and Petrescu stepped out, still wearing the dark suit and dark glasses.

Quinn did her usual routine of pretending to ignore men while rolling her eyes sideways to see if they were looking at her. It was hard to tell with his dark glasses, of course, especially as it was starting to get dark out.

"Good evening, Miss Quinn," he said, in his soft, mellow, accented voice.

She whirled entirely too fast, and tried to put an incurious look on her face as he approached.

"Oh it's uh, you," she said. "Hi."

He walked up and stopped, entirely too close, and she blinked her eyes up at him, feeling that strange sense of heat creeping up through her chest and down through her belly.

"You're a lovely young woman, Miss Quinn," he said in a low voice.

Her nipples ached suddenly, stiffening against the tank top so hard she was glad it was black and the light was dim.

"Th-thanks," she gulped.

"You should come and visit me some time at the mine," he said.

"Why... would I do that?" she asked nervously.

He leaned in over her, his breath soft, and oddly flowery scented against the side of her neck. "I think you might like what you find there," he said in an almost whisper.

And then, to her shock, he reached up and caught her stiff, hard nipples between his fingers tips, and a kind of electric shock ripped into her, a sharp, crackling sexual electricity that almost made her cry out, that knocked the breath out of her and left her dazed and gasping as he stared into her eyes.

"You will come and see me," he said, pulling on her nipples so that her chest arched up and out towards him. "I look forward to it."

Quinn felt the crotch of her jeans jamming in hard against her sensitive, sore pussy mouth, and realized she was suddenly just sopping wet.

Her nipples - hurt. She mewled helplessly, for some reason not even thinking to raise her arms from her sides. She trembled as he stared into her eyes from behind those dark glasses, and suddenly she wanted more than anything in the world, to see what was behind those dark lenses.

He smiled, and suddenly she had an orgasm. It wasn't a mind-blowing, scream-out-loud orgasm, but it was a definite orgasm that staggered her, and forced her to clutch at his arm for support to keep from falling. He continued to smile, then drew back and brushed his finger lightly across her lips

"Hey! What the fuck!"

He drew back with a smile and got back into his car as Brian and Callum rushed up.

As the sexual haze left her mind, Quinn's eyes blinked rapidly, and she felt herself falling back to earth. She gave her head a shake as she watched the Yukon drive off.

"Was that guy groping you?" Callum demanded angrily.

"No," she breathed.

"It sure as shit looked like it!"

She shook her head. "No, he wasn't," she said, fighting to keep her hands off her breasts, to keep them from grabbing her nipples, which still stung painfully.

"Fucking pervert foreigner!" he snarled.

"I think he's some kind of A-rab," Brian growled. "What business does some A-rab have out here in a cave in the desert? Tell me that!"

"We ought to call the FBI on him," Callum said, glowering as he watched the disappearing tail lights of the SUV.

"He's not an Arab," she said, eyes still staring off after the SUV.

Callum yanked her arm and pulled her back across the street.

"Wake the fuck up," he snapped, slapping his other hand hard against her bottom.

Quinn gave a yelp and half leapt forward. "Hey! Fuck off!"

"You stay the hell away from him!" he snapped. "He's trouble! I can smell it! He's probably into drugs or something.!"

"You're just jealous," she snorted.

"Why should I be jealous? He's probably older than my father! Now come on."

They went into the diner, and settled into a corner booth after ordering cokes. Callum had some bourbon in a little flask and poured it into their drinks, and then he and Brian discussed how they could find out who the foreign guy was, and whether they ought to sneak into the mine to see if he was building a nuclear bomb or something.

Quinn tried to cope with the stinging in her nipples, which didn't seem to be going away, and the shimmering heat she felt between her legs every time she thought about Petrescu.

And the fact she couldn't stop thinking about Petrescu.

She went to the bathroom, and, alone in the stall, pulled down her jeans and discovered the front of her thong was literally wet, as wet as if she'd spilled a drink on it. Her pussy was sopping. She used toilet paper to sop up the moisture, then peeled her tank top up and winced at how red and swollen her nipples were. She brushed them lightly with her fingers, wincing in pain. But at the same time she felt twin jolts of sexual pleasure stab into her breasts at the touch.

"Jesus," she whispered.

There were women on either side of her in the other stalls, and others at the sink talking about the price of gas as they washed their hands. But something came over Quinn, and she rubbed lightly at her engorged clit, gasping, fighting to keep silent as sexual heat rose like a curtain around her and then squeezed in around her mind.

She brought her left arm up, then across her chest, across her bare breasts, squeezing her right breast in her hand. The pressure against both nipples made them burn with pain and desire, and it was all she could do to keep from shaking as the pleasure roared like a newly fed fire. Her back arched, her head thrown back as she gurgled in helpless heat, and the orgasm washed over her like a firestorm.

If the toilet hadn't flushed in the stall next to her, and the water hadn't been running, the other women would have heard her strangled gurgles of pleasure, but as it was the noise was lost, and by the time it settled she was half passed out across the back of the toilet, eyes glazed, arms falling away.

She took a deep, shuddering breath, then sat up, dizzy. She found that the toilet paper she'd pressed against her opening was soaking wet, and it dropped away even as she reached for it. She mopped up her creamy pussy again, then tugged her top down with a wince as the fabric pressed down on her stiff nipples. She stood up, flushed, and drew her jeans up tight around her lower hips.

When she stepped out of the stall her face was red and flushed, and she imagined she could smell her own pussy cream in the air. Her nipples were obviously erect under the bright light of the bathroom, even with the black shirt, and she licked her lips self-consciously as she ran her hands under the water, then dashed some cold water into her face.

She felt light-headed, dizzy, as she made her way out of the bathroom, and out into the diner. She took a deep drink of her coke, but the bourbon in it almost made her sick.

"I don't feel well," she said.

"Shit, baby, the night's just starting," Callum said.

"I - gotta go," she said.

"Go? You kidding!?"

She started for the door and he jumped up after her, following her outside.

"Let me drive you home," he said.

"Tha-that's okay," she said.

He came up behind her, arm around her waist. "Maybe I can take you somewhere and make you feel better," he said.

She shook her head numbly. It was almost dark now and Callum led her into the parking lot behind the diner, ignoring her weak protests that she could walk home. But when they reached his car he backed her against it, his hands sliding around her, down onto her ass, kneading her bottom as he crushed his lips against her.

"Callum," she moaned. "No, don't. I - I don't - don't feel - like - Callum."

"Come on, baby," he panted, his lips all over her. "You know I need that tight pussy."

"I - don't feel well," she gasped, heat swirling around her, then pain as his hand rose and roughly groped her breast through her top.

She fell back against the side of the car and his hands darted to her waist, undoing the jeans and yanking down the zipper.

"Callum," she moaned.

"This'll only take a minute," he muttered, yanking her jeans down along with her thong and spinning her roughly around.

"Don't!" she gasped as he forced her over the side of the car.

She gasped as he bent her over and his hand thrust between her thighs.

He chuckled. "Wet as a whore," he said.

"D-don't," she moaned.

He unzipped, drawing his cock out, and Quinn felt him immediately jam it against her opening. She was still sore, and it hurt, but the feel of a hard cock sliding between the lips of her sex and pushing up inside her reignited that dark heat she'd felt in the toilet, and she could do nothing but gasp and moan, staring at the gas pumps across from her as Callum drove his hard cock deep into her pussy.

Callum grunted, his hands moving up her back, pushing up the tank top to bare her skin, digging his fingers into her soft flesh. "Fucking whore," he groaned, his hips working hard and fast as he pumped.

Quinn felt dizzy and dazed, gasping and moaning as his hips slapped against her bottom, as his cock spiked into her aching, burning pussy. Her eyes fluttered weakly, and then she cried out as he yanked back on her hair, then thrust his hand beneath her chest to grope her breast.

"Yeah, yeah, yeah," he groaned, his hips pummeling her round bottom.

An orgasm rolled through her, heat flaring like a blast furnace, and she gurgled helplessly, trembling and jerking, bucking against him as he speared her with his hard, thick cock. Then he came too, cursing as he emptied himself into her spasming pussy. He gave a laugh and slapped her bare bottom as he did up his jeans.

"That was worth the price of admission," he said with a bark of amusement.

Quinn moaned dazedly.

"Come on, baby. Pull up your pants before someone wanders on by and wants sloppy seconds," he said.

He gripped her hair and pulled her upright, then helped yank her jeans up and fasten them.

"You make your own way home? Cool. See you tomorrow," he said, ambling back into the diner.

Quinn staggered against the side of the car, gasping it for support, then started slowly forward. She fell weakly and sat on the cracked pavement for a long minute, then got to her feet again and started forward. She was headed in the general direction of her house, but her mind remained fuzzy and confused.

She reached her house, and made her way in through the unlocked door. Her mother was passed out on the sofa, drunk, but Quinn didn't notice her. She went back into her room, and stood there, blinking uncertainly. She felt a wave of heat and moaned, then peeled off her clothes. She stared at herself in the mirror, as if seeing her body for the first time, and felt a strange, almost masculine thrill of approval.

Her hands rose almost unconsciously, caressing her body, kneading her breasts, rolling and pinching her nipples. She felt strangely light-headed as she turned and walked up the hall, past her snoring mother, and into the kitchen. She opened the refrigerator, not even knowing what she was looking for, and then saw it, and smiled, though she didn't know why.

The cucumber was large and long and green and cold. She moaned as she rolled it over her body, as she slid it up between her breasts and squeezed them together around it. She licked at the top, mouthed it, sucked on it as she rolled the soft flesh of her breasts around it.

Still smiling strangely, she pressed the end of the cucumber into the butter, rolled it around, then sank low, squatting. She placed the other end of the cucumber on the floor and then groaned as she felt the fat, slippery, cold top against her moist, sensitive pussy. She ground herself against it, her breathing getting more ragged with every passing moment.

She squatted lower, jamming the mouth of her sex down against the buttered cucumber, gasping and mewling softly as she felt the terrible pressure against herself. Slowly, her pussy lips were crammed in and forced back, opening her farther and farther, and then she began to sink down.

Whimpering, breathing in choked gasps and moans, she sank inch by inch down the thick, cold green cucumber, feeling a desperate need to have it all the way up inside her, to be impaled upon it. It spread her wide and stretched the walls of her sex to their limits as she forced herself lower, clenching her teeth against the hot, delicious pain, groaning at the cold as she forced herself downward.

Panting for breath, with the vegetable half buried in her throbbing, overfilled pussy, she reached into the still-open refrigerator and seized another cucumber from the drawer. Again she rolled the top end around in the butter, then rose as she brought the thing down beneath her.

"Ohhhh!" she gasped as she sat atop the slippery cold vegetable.

She felt the pressure against her wrinkled anal opening, the first cucumber clutched tightly in her pussy, held there, despite its weight as she ground her anal opening down onto the second cucumber and slowly forced herself open.

She began to sink down once more, gasping, panting, whimpering, heat rolling over her in waves, a strange kaleidoscope of pleasure and pain, of wild sexual fever and shuddering confusion. She ground herself downward, forcing the second cucumber up into her ass, and thrilled to the feel of both of them deep inside her.

She sank down further, and now she reached the point where the second cucumber made contact with the floor. Now both were in her to the same depth, and as she spread her legs and tried to sink down, both of them pushed up into her equally. Her right hand slid down, her fingers rubbing at her clitoris as her left roughly kneaded her breast. She rode the two cucumbers, bouncing lightly up and down, gasping weakly, panting for breath.

She shifted her position, kneeling now, but spreading her knees wide, sitting on her heels. As she spread her legs wider her torso slid lower, and the fierce hot pain of her stretched, straining pussy and anus drove her into a wild fever pitch of sexual hunger, need and want. She sank lower, sobbing weakly, fingers stroking frantically at her clit, and then the orgasm came.

She screamed out loud in helpless sexual ecstasy, head thrown back, back arching as she forced herself down with desperate need. The last few inches of both cucumbers slid upwards, and the pain, the cramps, tore at her insides. Yet the pleasure screamed higher, and even as she spread her legs so wide the tendons in her thighs burned, even as she sat fully on the floor, jamming herself down cruelly on the hard, green vegetables, the orgasm redoubled in power and she swayed and shook as convulsions wracked her body.

She fell forward at last, gasping, dazed, breasts crushed against the floor, legs splayed out to either side. She sobbed weakly, eyes glassy, and then, slowly, she forced herself to her knees, then her feet. She staggered, at first, as she headed up the hall and then out through the front door.

She continued walking, heading up onto the side of the highway, at first, her soft feet padding across the uneven pavement. But the highway curved, and she went straight, aiming like a crow for - something calling her, something pulling at her. She walked out into the desert, out through the scrub, starting to sweat now even though the air was chilly.

The two cucumbers were almost buried in her belly, heavy now, their rounded ends protruding slightly from her ass and pussy. She felt the pressure between her buttocks as she walked, and between her thighs as her pussy lips were forced open. But she paid it little heed, only aware, peripherally, of how deliciously full she felt as she moved.

It was a very short drive to the mine, but a longer walk as her feet sank ankle deep in sand, driven to keep moving by a throbbing, pulsing need she didn't understand. The moon rose slowly before her, and she kept walking, eyes wide and glassy as the mountain rose higher in the distance.

And then she was there, walking out from some scrub trees. And he was there too, standing next to the car, arms folded across his chest, unmoving.

Quinn staggered up to him, panting weakly, then collapsed to her knees like a puppet with its strings cut. A moment later she fell forward onto her belly in the dirt, moaning softly as her hands reached out for his ankle. She grasped it in clawed hands and pulled herself closer, then, some instinct from deep inside her emerged, and she drew her mouth to the gleaming black shoe. Trembling, she rolled her tongue across the surface of his shoe, moaning and whimpering as she licked again and again, all across the surface, grinding her belly and breasts into the dirt, her legs writhing behind her.

After a moment, he reached down and gripped a fistful of blonde hair. He dragged her up off his foot, and then effortlessly dragged her across the ground to the rear of the big SUV, then lifted her up to her knees behind it.

He pulled down the tailgate of the car, and reached down, lifting her to her feet and then pushing her back onto the tailgate. She lay back dazedly, moaning, legs splayed and he smiled and ran his hands slowly over her body.

Quinn shuddered and moaned as his fingers left a trail of icy cold all across her skin. The cold burned in its intensity, and her nipples hardened like rocks, icy cold, as though frost could grow on them. He leaned over her, his eyes looking down into hers, and his hand slid down her belly until it reached her pussy. He cupped her sex, squeezed it, pressing the palm of his hand against the base of the cucumber.

His thumb curled up and slid almost casually across her clitoris, which froze, then burned. An orgasm burst over her, and she sobbed in pleasure, arching and twisting and writhing on the cold, hard tailgate, legs flailing, head rolling beneath her. He squeezed up against the base of the cucumber, grinding the other end against the deepest pit of her pussy in a dark, cold, painful thrill of sensation.

And every time his thumb stroked slowly, roughly up across her clit she came. Her orgasms became more and more powerful, her cries of passion and pleasure rising on the night wind.

He smiled coolly, then gripped her thighs, spreading her legs wide and pulling her right up to the edge of the tailgate. He forced two fingers into her pussy, somehow, and Quinn sobbed in pain as she was stretched that much further. He gripped the cucumber, though, somehow, and then pulled it slowly out of her in one, long, slow movement that hat her gasping in dazed delight at just how long the cucumber was, at just how deep it must have been inside her.

Quinn stared dazedly up at his face, her eyes transfixed, not moving away from his face even when she felt the nose of his cock, strangely cold against her dripping wet pussy. His hands reached down behind her, and then he thrust slowly into her body.

It felt like she was on fire down there, and yet his cock was like ice as it slid into her. It was painfully thick, thicker even than the cucumber, but he pushed into her like a hot knife into butter, and just like that she was achingly full again, and on the edge of orgasm. He gripped her hair, yanked her head back to expose the nape of her neck, and then bent as if to kiss her.

Quinn cried out in pain, shuddering, trembling, as his teeth sank into the nape of her neck. She spasmed and writhed against him as the orgasm thundered down onto her like an avalanche. Her hips bucked violently, desperately against him as she impaled herself on his hard thick spike of ice, her legs clamping around him as he reached down to grip her bottom and pull her in tighter. He lifted her up against him, crushing her breasts against his hard chest, and thrust relentlessly into her as the orgasm exploded.

The orgasm was massive, overwhelming. She trembled and shook in violent convulsions as it rolled through her in towering waves of passion and heat and pleasure. Her blood was on fire, her heart beating like a drum, her mind tumbling and spinning as the pleasure battered her into near unconsciousness.

And that was just the beginning.

He let he fall back onto her back and she stared dazedly up, moaning, gulping in air, trying to right her spinning vision. Yet he was still inside her, and only now did he began to move, his hips working in and out, his fat white cock pumping inside her aching pussy. He lifted her legs up and held them wide, her feet up against the top corners of the car as he thrust into her again and again and again - and again.

He was like a machine, thrusting, thrusting, thrusting, as Quinn felt a strange sense of reawakening. She looked around her in confusion, not understanding how she'd gotten there, or even where she was. She looked up at him, gasping, moaning. Her eyes dropped down to his cock, staring in disbelief at how thick it was, at how long it was as he thrust in and out of her in long, deep strokes.

Then he was leaning in against her, pressing her straight legs back hard, forcing her bare feet up and back against the rear seat of the SUV as he thrust down in a hard, deep motion that seemed to be slowly picking up speed.

He bent further, and his lips crushed hers. She tasted blonde in his mouth, moaning and writhing as his hips worked in and out, groaning as he folded her almost in two, as his thick cock spiked down into her aching belly again and again. Another massive orgasm tore through her, and she cried out, her voice rising as the pleasure did, rising higher and higher in tandem with the burning passion and hunger and pleasure - and pain, until her screams of ecstasy echoed through the quiet desert night.