A Quiet Movie Night – Part 4 13 min read

— Part Four —

It was well into the following day when I woke. I could hear movement, but I was in very poor shape, pain bursting from all over my body. Kimberly was moving around me, humming happily. She jumped on the bed and looked me right in the eyes as I panicked at her proximity. “Good morning, sleepyhead!” she joyfully welcomed me to the day. She looked so pretty with her face lightly made up. And her large mop of red-brown hair cascading over her shoulders. She had a bright red tight top on that showed her fantastic breasts and tight stomach off very well. She sat back and stood up. Wow, she was wearing skin tight white jodhpurs tucked into shiny black knee high riding boots. Expensive looking.

“I thought I should let you sleep, so I’ve been for my morning run, and to the gym while you snored away here. Did you want to stay or come and get some fresh air with me?” she said. I so wanted to do anything with Kimberly, so I struggled out of bed in agony, holding in my whimpering but with tears streaming down my face. She didn’t say anything, just watched me smiling. She stood and moved around the bed to stand next to me, although the hard flat sole of one of her boots was crushing some of my toes. Of course she knew that, I was learning how really sharp this beautiful creature was, and I meant sharp!!

She helped me stand up, and as I got vertical, she kissed me gently on the cheek. I would walk over sharp glass shards for this woman. I smiled at her, and she looked satisfied. I realised that my chest, stomach and thighs were bandaged, and I was wearing some tight latex shorts. When the heck did she do that? I looked at her in amazement, and she just smiled back knowingly. Wow.

She dropped my clothes from last night on the bed in a neatly folded pile with a deodorant stick on top, smiled again, and walked out of the room wiggling that amazing tight arse of hers tantalizingly. I struggled into the bathroom to deal with my need to pee and rampant hard on. Then I looked in the mirror and just about died. My face looked like I had been mugged by a footy team. Dozens of deep cuts and bruises everywhere. I looked like shit.

I liberally applied the deodorant, got dressed as fast as I could with my injuries, and hurried out into the lounge. Kimberly was tidying up in the kitchen, and handed me a large shaker full of some strange brown goop. “Drink it up, it’s everything a growing boy needs to feel better,” she said, and I was not going to argue. I drank as fast as I could, and it was not bad, chocolate taste and quite thick, but it did actually make me feel better. By this time, Kimberly was standing at the door, tapping her foot in those sexy riding boots.

I followed her out the door like a lovesick puppy, for some reason, I was completely besotted with this woman. Was it because of, or in spite of what she had done to me? I puzzled this to myself as we walked swiftly around the back of the apartment building. She stormed ahead, but I struggled through the pain. She walked up to a huge white SUV, a very expensive looking range rover, very new. She stopped at the driver’s door and pressed the remote unlock, then frowned at me. I got it, be a gentleman!! I raced to open the door for her. She smiled and gave me a kiss gently on the lips. I swooned, in total love as she climbed into the driver’s seat.

I walked around to the passenger’s side, but she was parked very close to the wall, so I stood just outside the park. The engine roared into life, and she put the huge beast into gear. She slowly reversed part way out, but before I could open the passenger’s door she locked it. The passenger’s side window slowly retracted. She smiled sweetly at me and asked, “Do you love me?” “Absolutely, Kimberly, I adore you, you are amazing. I would do anything for you!!” I replied.

“Anything?” she asked leadingly.

I looked up at this astonishingly beautiful creature sitting in this huge vehicle on her expensive leather seats. She rev’ed the engine menacingly, and the whole thing rocked at the release of power. Oh my God, what was I doing? I just looked at her, terrified, and nodded. I was mad, was I drugged? I did not know.

The edges of her mouth turned up, and she gently told me to put my feet behind her wheel, spaced a foot or so apart. I did as she instructed and nodded. I could not speak. She smiled, and the car roared as she slowly backed over first one, then both of my feet. The weight of such a big car was very painful as my soft sneakers were crushed under the knobbly tires. Of course she didn’t have street tires on it, she had the high profile off road tires, and the tread pattern hurt a lot more. I stood there with my feet ringing in pain.

Kimberly was watching me carefully, then unlocked the door and beckoned to me with her finger.

I stumbled to the door, opened it and struggled in. I clicked my seat belt into place as she gunned the powerful beast around and out of the car park. I bounced off the door then learned to hold on. It was clear this was the top of the line rover, with all the bells and whistles. I started to wonder about this woman, a lot was going on with her. My body ached at every tight turn, my feet were throbbing in pain from the crushing, my heart and head were both throbbing, but so was my groin.

As we got onto the freeway and she accelerated out of the city. She quietly asked, “Did that hurt?” It was kind of apologetic the way she asked. “It hurt a lot, Kimberly,” I answered and glanced at her. She had her head high with an unreadable expression. “Do you hate me then?” she suddenly asked quietly. “No,” I replied, “I think I’m in love with you.”

She digested that, and we drove for some time without talking, me stewing in my pain and confusion. Yes, she was the most beautiful woman I had ever been with. She had caused me an astonishing amount of pain, but maybe she was having some remorse.

After an hour, we pulled off the freeway onto a country road, but she still was driving this SUV like a sports car. I was concerned for the other traffic that she blasted a trail through; luckily, there was not much traffic. But what there was got out of her way pretty quick. The road turned to gravel and narrowed; she did not slow down until we got to a small lane way. She spun the wheel, and we swung up the lane. A sign that said “No through Road” zipped past the window.

The lane became small and not well travelled, with bushes and trees high on each side of the road. She suddenly slowed as we came around a corner and approached a metal gate, where she stopped up close to the gate. It was clear what my job was, so I quickly got out and walked up to the gate. These hinges were on my end of the gate, so the latch must be on the other side. Something about that was scaring me, I had to walk between her car and the gate, and there was not much room. I looked over the high bonnet at her, and saw one eyebrow go up. I thought about walking the long way around, but discounted it. I started sliding past the massive front of her beast, my legs almost pinned by the bumper it was so tight.

I was most of the way across and starting to relax a bit when the beast lurched forward, crushing me into the gate. Of course she did. I cried out, my legs were in pain being crushed by the steel bumper as I clawed at the bonnet with my hands, but I was truly crushed. She put the dam thing into reverse and moved back a couple of metres as I fell to the ground. I didn’t think she had broken anything, but my legs were in serious pain, and as I struggled I could not stand. I lay there on the ground whimpering.

Kimberly got out of the car and walked over to the gate, undid the latch, and opened it wide. She then walked back to me and stood over me, her eyes hidden by dark sunglasses. “Are you getting up or are you just going to lie there and cry like a baby?” she asked. I reached out and touched her boot, the leather was hard, smooth, and warm. I started to beg, but she screamed at me, “You do NOT touch my boots without permission!!” She kicked me hard in the face, her boots were very hard, and I felt my nose cartilage break. She then kicked me twice more in the teeth and the side of the head, her kicks were brutal. She turned and walked back to the car.

I was in a state of panic now, and for good reason. This woman was a crazy, she was insane! The car revved up and came forward suddenly. I rolled my head out of the way, pushing with my arm just in time as she drove over me. She missed my head, but those nasty knobbly tires crushed my arm into the hard ground. First the front tire, then the back crushed my arm, the noise was deafening underneath the thing as it passed over, but I was lucky it was so high off the ground. I still got scraped and knocked by low hanging parts.

Fortunately it was pretty quick, and she was gone, stopping a few metres away. For one horrid moment I thought she might reverse back over me, but thankfully no. She got out and stomped around to the rear door. She opened it and rummaged inside. She came out with a rope and walked to me. She dropped the rope and started taking my shirt off. For a second I resisted, and she looked at me with a filthy expression. I struggled and took my shirt off. She pointed at my pants and kicked me very hard in the thigh. Those boots were very hard.

I took everything off, now naked except for the bandages around my stomach and chest. Cold and scared, lying on the ground. I knew what was next, and started apologising and begging her as she tied my feet together with the rope. I begged as hard as I could as she pulled on the rope, then paid it out to the back of the car. As she tied the other end to her towbar, I screamed at her for forgiveness. She showed no sign of even hearing me as she climbed back in and drove a few more metres forwards. The rope pulled tight, and I was jerked forwards, my legs felt like they were being pulled from my hips as I screamed out. My back was scratched by gravel, then sharp grass. It only lasted a few seconds, but oh my god it hurt.

She got out of the car again and walked back to the gate, closing it, and then started walking back to the car. She stopped next to me, and I started to plead with her.

“Please Kimberly, please, please, please untie me, please let me go, please I am so sorry, I didn’t mean to do what I did, please stop hurting me, please I’ll do anything!!” and so on, fear was driving verbal diarrhoea. She just stood there cold and beautiful, and my stupid dick started betraying me again.

“Pathetic,” she said dispassionately, and stomped her boot down on my groin 5 or 6 times. I threw up, and she made a kind of “arrgghh” sound, then walked back to the car. I started crying as I heard the door slam shut and the roar of the engine. With a lurch that felt like it was ripping my leg off, we started across the paddock, which was mostly grass. I’m sure that big engine did not even notice poor little me bouncing along behind as the world became a blur. She started to make turns that sent me flying sideways, rolling so my back and front both were being ripped up.

After what seemed like an eternity, we slowed and pulled into a muddy open area with other cars. All expensive SUV’s. She drove to one corner and stopped. She got out and went to the rear door, opened it, and took out a bag. She walked towards me, stomped down on my groin, then chest and head, and walked off like I was road kill. I felt like road kill lying there waiting for the end.

I must have been there for an hour or more before a fantastic looking older blond woman walked over to me. She was also dressed in tight white jodhpurs tucked into black riding boots, but she was wearing a bright red tight top under a very tight black jacket. She looked down at me with a mixture of sympathy and amusement, I think.

“Kimberly?” she asked questioningly. I nodded and started sobbing. She lifted her lovely boot and put it on my chest, and I noticed a metallic clinking sound. I looked at her boots closer, she was wearing spurs with sharp looking rowels!! She smiled and stood on my chest. She wasn’t heavy, but it was agony.

“Ever felt spurs?” she gently asked. I could not speak and just shook my head. I was in some kind of nightmare. She smiled so sweetly, then lifted a leg and dug the spurs into the side of my stomach. I gasped at the pain as she slowly flexed her foot, driving the spur into my flesh painfully. I gasped and sobbed. She looked satisfied.

“You’re pretty beaten, aren’t you? If I set you free, will you be a good little boy?” she asked, and I nodded as enthusiastically as I could. She smiled and stepped down off me. She untied me from the car and left the rope in the back, the door was unlocked, it seemed.

“Come on then!” she said, and I tried to struggle to my feet, failing miserably. She frowned at me, and I thought she was getting angry. She let out a loud whistle and folded her arms. I heard feet running towards us, and looked over at two dirty men in loincloths running towards us.

“This one can’t walk, take him to the barn and put him in a stable,” she instructed, and they each grabbed an arm, dragging me across the yard to a barn. We passed several other men dressed in the same loincloth garb as my helpers. I noticed all the men looked beaten, they all had scars, and they all looked scared. As they lowered me into a stable stall, onto some hay, I passed out.