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The girl along the quiet road


Disclaimer : The following is a work of fiction. Any similarity to actual events is purely continental and unintentional. Please read this only if you are certain you are able to accept works on violence, non-consensual sex, taboo & racial issues.


It was 4pm in the afternoon as I jogged along Punggol road, the one that led to the end of the Jetty back in 2009.



It’s a little early for a jog but with the overcast skies on a Wednesday afternoon, I did not want to miss out on my workout in case it rained.


The trees were dense and stood tall over the quiet lonely road. There were hardly any developments here and it was one of the quiet spots I liked to get my running fix.





Aside from a single bus service, there was hardly any cars that passed me as I trudged along the quiet road. Every once in a while , there would be a clearing, sort of a open spots amongst the dense trees.


I had wandered deeper into the jungle before, enjoying the quiet and peace nature had to offer. In fact, I knew the area well, knowing where the fruit trees were, which spots was good for making out and where are the swampy wet areas to avoid.




After I reached the end of the jetty, I made a u-turn, and started to chase after the only bus that had just left the stop. Without any cars or passengers on board, the driver sped off in no time, leaving me behind in a huff of exhaust.



Perhaps it was the cold wind or the dark grey skies, I felt this sudden urge to pee. Spotting a clearing, I immediately veered off the road and headed into the thick undergrowth.



Checking to make sure there were no wild dogs or anyone around, I started to relieve myself.




I could not have been more than 200m away from the bus stop I passed, and as I relieved myself, the last thing I thought I would lay my eyes on came into view.



From the openings in the leaves, I could see a figure walking slowly towards my direction on the road.


It was a girl, I could tell from the high ponytail she tied her hair up in.



The first thing that crossed my mind was what was she doing walking on the quiet road alone.





Then it dawned on me that the bus had just left, rather than wait for the next one, she chose to walk.



She was carrying a bag and as she got closer, I could see she was wearing some outward bound t-shirt.


I felt this strange stirring in my as I quietly observe her.





She was plugged into her headphones, looking at the phone as she slowly walked down the quiet road. Her white outward bound t-shirt could not hide her neon green sports bra underneath.


Immediately my brain shouted slut.



Why did she have to show off her bright coloured bra in that manner ?


As I trembled and empty out my pee, I looked at her legs.


She was adequately tan and toned, giving off this healthy vibe. I would say she is a little petite, probably less than 1.6m in height but she was blessed with a nice figure.


Her black fbt shorts was worn pretty high, showing off her smooth tan legs as she walked down the road.


She wore white socks with red running shoes, her white socks were folded down on her ankles, giving off this innocent school girl look. Bits of soil and leaves stuck to the sock and I could see mud stains on her shoes.




I had finished peeing by then but my dick was still dangling outside my shorts.



As she walked right pass me, I could feel blood rushing into my manhood as she brushed her fringes behind her head. Her music was so loud that I could hear the muted boom of the bass from where I stood.




I made me angry that she did not know how to take care of her eardrums.



She walked confidently, as if taking the safety and low crime rate for granted.





I put my erected dick back into my pants and slowly got out of the undergrowth.



Leaves and twigs cracked as I walked out but she was oblivious to the sound.






You should never walk and listen to music.


Not on quiet roads like this..



She need to be taught a lesson.


I turned and checked my surroundings, it was totally empty.




There was only me and her along the stretch of road.





I could feel my heart thumping faster.



She was approaching another clearing which I had explored before.


If I could grab and drag her in, no one will see us.




Without wasting time, I started to jog and close the distance between our bodies.



I did a final check and made sure no one was looking and there were no other cars on the road.





I did not want to give her a chance to react.



I closed the distance between us with a few big strides and hit her hard on the right side of her head with my right fist, knocking her off her balance and straight into my waiting left arm.




She must be in shock as she choked on her own saliva.


I hit her again and she was about to start screaming but I raised my fist again. Instinctively she raised up her hand to block me and I took the opportunity to pull up her shirt, wrapping it over her hands and head and I lifted her up and drag her kicking and screaming into the forest.




Barely a few seconds later, I could feel her raining blows down on me as she screamed for help.





I hit her again, slapping her several times on her face as she scratched my hands.


It was painful but I held on.






I knew where I wanted to go.



Another 15 seconds later I threw her onto the soft forest floor and she screamed and begged me to stop.



I can’t stop…





I can’t stop myself.





I needed to teach her a lesson.



We locked eyes with each other and I could see the fear and panic in her eyes.


Looking at her at that distance, I could tell she was still a student. Probably in tertiary education.

I took a stick from the forest floor, a damp and wet stick and as she looked around, I hit her several times on her shoulder, her arms and her body.




Girl : No !!!!.. no!!... please…. Sobzz.z… sobzz… no!!!



There was no indication of which way to go back to the main road within the clearing.



Everywhere you look, it’s just trees and forest. 





She was openly sobbing on the floor, clutching onto her arms as she cried for me to let her go.




……………….



Ebook will be available soon. **  The rest of the story will be written from the girl's perspective **

Disclaimer : The following is a work of fiction. Any similarity to actual events is purely continental and unintentional. Please read this only if you are certain you are able to accept works on violence, non-consensual sex, taboo & racial issues.



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