Terror in the Snowstorm
©Copyright 2017 wantsomefun
Chapter 8
Erotica Sex Story: Chapter 8 - A college student, Seth, finds his snooty/bitchy exGF in a wreck in a major snowstorm. Despite her attitude, he persists with trying to help her. Two huge rednecks come along and quickly show that they have ill intentions for the hot girl, and quickly take over the situation. A series of events causes the girl to reevaluate her impression of Seth in this crazy whirlwind of a story.
Caution: This Erotica Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/ft Teenagers Coercion Rape Heterosexual Fiction Cream Pie Masturbation Oral Sex Violence
“You’re dead, motherfucker!” Zeke roared at Ox and lunged at him. They grappled on the floor, punching and trying to strangle each other. Even though Ox was bigger, stronger, and younger than his brother, he was having trouble beating him. I was starting to doubt that Ox was going to be able to overpower his brother, which meant that Tara and I were as good as dead. “My hands, Tara, my hands!” I said to her. I had to get that gun!
The brothers were still beating the shit out of each other, grunting like two gorillas fighting to the death. Suddenly, Zeke bit Ox on the ear, tearing it half way off. Ox screamed in pain. This gave Zeke the opportunity to get to his feet. He grabbed the fireplace poker and stood over Ox, letting him see it.
Ox looked at Zeke with mortal fear in his eyes. Then he looked at Tara. “I’m sorry Miss Tara. I’m so sorry. I did what you said, but I wasn’t good enough. I love you, Miss Tara.
Zeke laughed at Ox, and then plunged the fireplace poker deep into Ox’s chest. Ox grabbed the poker and looked like he was going to try to pull it out. Blood was spurting from his chest around the shaft of the poker. Ox went limp and was still.
Zeke was obviously injured. He turned unsteadily toward the table and looked at me with crazed rage on his bloody face. “You’re next, wimp. You die right here, right now.”
“I don’t think so, you son a bitch.” Tara had finally gotten my hands free, although my ankles were still tied to the chair. I was pointing the gun at Zeke. He threw his head back and laughed a maniacal laugh. “You don’t have the balls, kid.” He started to move toward me. I shot him in the shoulder. He roared like a wounded bear, but didn’t go down. Instead, he used his good arm to rip the poker out of Ox’s body and started moving toward me.
“If you stop right there, Zeke, I’ll let you live,” I yelled at him.
“Fuck you, college boy!” Zeke spat at me and continued moving toward me. I shot him in the leg. This time, Zeke fell over on his back, a few feet away from me.
Tara untied my legs and I stood up, moving a safe distance from him, still pointing the gun at him. “Last chance, Zeke, I said.” Zeke glowered at me, screaming obscenities.
Never, taking my eyes off the monster on the floor, I said. “Tara, get dressed. Put on your coat and boots and bring me mine. We’re out of here.”
She quickly got dressed and brought me my heavy outerwear. I said to her, “Do you know how to shoot a gun? Cover him while I get dressed. If he moves, shoot him until he stops.”
Tara had a look on her face of total hatred and loathing. “Shooting him seems too good for him,” she said as she took the gun from me.