Part 2: Break of Dawn

"When Nestle' first heard that babies in the third world are dying from their baby food, they wouldn't do anything about it. They continued selling it there even though it was handled with carelessly by the consumers. The third world is not like the first world. The water added to the food was filthy, and the powder, which is expensive in third world countries, was thinned out and mixed with other shit so that the babies were not getting enough nutrition. And fucking Nestle', they didn't care."

Dawn Baker, a 35-year-old blue eyed blond in her mid thirties, was listening with interest to the arguments made by the man sitting beside her, who was kind enough to give her a ride. She was a pretty lady, about 5'5, a little bit full, but nevertheless very cute. There was just something likeable about her that you couldn't put your finger on, but everyone who met her just fell in love with her within minutes.

David was about her age, and seemed to know all about the world. At first she just listened out of politeness. The man was kind enough to give her a ride when her car got stuck in the middle of the road. The least she could do was listen. Quickly she got into the spirit of things, and showed genuine interest in what this man had to say, and even presented her own arguments.

"Wait, the food in itself was okay?"

"Yeah, the food itself was fine."

"So what did Nestle' do wrong? How are they responsible if some merchant gives a bad powder? They can't watch everybody."

"Dawn, you have a baby, right? Suppose I was to sell a product, knowing you will misuse it, and wouldn't stop you although I know you're about to accidentally hurt your baby?"

"Well... if you tell me exactly how to use it..."

"I can't tell you. What if your entire county, your entire STATE is filled with women who misuse food I sell? Nestle', in my opinion, is guilty in criminally negligent homicide, just like if you would let your baby play with a gun. If you do so, the baby is not at fault, you are. If mothers are misinformed on a product it's the company's fault, not theirs."

Dawn could completely understand where he's coming from. She had an 18-month-old baby and would never let anything happen to him. She loved him more than anything in the world. Not seeing him for a day was making her crazy. And with her car breaking down and all the weirdoes out there, she was lucky getting a ride from this guy.

"I really want to thank you for giving me this lift, Eric. Most people don't pick up hitchhikers. And those who do... Well..."

"Sickos, I know. Oh, by the way, speaking of Nestle', I got some chocolates here. You want some?"

David pulled out a pack of chocolate and gave some to Dawn.

"Hmm... Nestle'." Dawn said puzzlingly.

"They're good." David smiled.

"But you just said..."

"Hey, I'm just saying, you gotta know where your bread comes from. I didn't say you shouldn't eat it. What, you think I'm one of these tree huggers and vegans who ban fucking grapes and stuff?"

"Banning grapes? What? Look, it's people, okay? How can you preach me about how big corporations kill people and then sponsor those companies?"

David laughed. "Give me a break! You can't escape it! Look at the world. You can escape it. Do you drink coffee? What about your husband, did he buy you a wedding ring? A diamond ring? Patrol? In the end it all adds up. Telephone companies start revolutions. Oil companies start wars. Some of YOUR money goes to the hands of people who sponsor wars and slavery just to get more money. Someone's hand was chopped off so that some Jewel store could offer your hubby the widest options possible for jewelry. Besides, won't your coffee taste better now, knowing they're forbidden fruit?"

"I don't drink coffee."

"Well, you still go to fancy-shmansy hotels now and then, don't you? You know how many of those the mob built?"

"I don't wanna talk about it right now."

Dawn was relieved as her cellular started ringing. She was practically saved by the bell. She could see it was a call from her house.

"Hi, Stan. No, sorry, I forgot. Listen, I sort of got the car broken but there's a nice man giving me a lift, okay? Tell the kids I love them and I'll be home soon, okay? Okay, love you too. Bye!"

To her relief, David changed the subject as soon as she got off the phone.

"So, was that your husband?"

"Yeah. He's so understanding. That's amazing."

"What's to understand?"

"You know..." She said shyly.

David looked at Dawn briefly. He could see she was embarrassed. "How many kids you have again? Two?"

"Well, Samantha is going to be 6 next month, and Daniel is 18 months old now."

"Daniel. That's a pretty name." David said monotonically.

He hasn't heard that name in days, which was weird since it was identical to his own. Danny. Dan Whitman. Good Ole Danny Whitman. Well, he couldn't use that now when he was a criminal at large.

He bumped into this woman by accident and thought she would be a great diversion if anyone were looking for him. A couple riding together is not as suspicious as a man on his own. Then again, he did not alter his looks or his car, so what the fuck difference did it make?

As he was talking to this woman his urge was rising again. She was not as young as the others, which was good. He did not want to rape only teens for too long now when he's on the run. Did not want the trail to be that obvious. If it were up to him there wouldn't even be a trail, but it was stronger than him. The bitch didn't even notice where they were going. He wondered how long it would take her to grasp what was going on.

"Oh, crap!"

"What?" Dan asked.

"My battery."

Dawn started dialing again. "Stan? Listen, my battery is weak. I'm turning the phone off. No... Stan... Don't worry. I'll be home in a couple of hours. Okay, love you, baby."

Dawn hung off the phone. "So, where are we going?"

"Don't worry." Dan said. "I know what I'm doing."

Dawn was getting stressed out, but kept telling herself it's nothing. So far this man has been nothing but a perfect gentleman.

"So, Dan. Do you have any kids of your own?"

"I had one girl. She died."

"Oh, I'm so sorry."

"That's okay. Hey, Dawn, you wanna see a photo? I got one right here."

He leaned to the glove compartment, opened it up, and before Dawn knew it, he lifted a stun gun and zapped her.

When she came to, it took Dawn a few seconds to recall what has happened. She remembered David zapping her. Then there were some punches that made her pass out completely. Maybe, she wasn't sure. She tried to move her hands but they were tied behind her back. At the same time she realized she was still in the car. All the thoughts and recollections entered her brain all at once as she laid in the seat without moving. Then she turned to her left in panic and looked at David.

"Good morning, Dawn!"

He was sitting next to her in the driver's seat, looking outside. She looked around and realized they were parked in an orchard. There were Orange and Lemon trees to their right and left, all around them.

"I haven't been her since I was a boy. This place hasn't changed much."

"Please, David, please let me go."

"Sure. Right after I'm done with you."

She felt fingers entering her pussy, and then realized she had no pants and panties on.

"Oh, god, please!" She cried helplessly, "David, let me go!"

"My name is not David. And you're not as pretty as I would like. But you'll do."

Dan took his fingers out of her, moved down the back of her seat so she would lie down, and climbed on top of her. As he started kissing her she did not move, didn't struggle back. She just let him do it. She was terrified, praying silently for god to let her live through this. She closed her eyes. She felt Dan taking off his underpants, felt his cock getting hard, rubbing against her cunt, felt his hands move on her hips, rubbing them.

He broke the kiss and looked at her. "Just be a good g irl."

"NOOO!!!" She cried and begged as she felt his cock slowly slipping between her cunt walls. "Oh, god, please, not in there. Not there!" Dawn was devastated. It was one thing making her do things, like kiss him, even suck him, or even letting him finger her, but this, taking her most private of parts, this was the most horrible thing he could do. She looked at the ceiling of the car and started crying, knowing there was nothing she could do to stop him.

Dan found her attractive, but for some reason he had trouble getting a hardon. He tried thinking of the other girls, but it didn't work. Then he thought of a blond girl he once knew. Early twenties, short blond hair, blue eyes. He imagined himself on a boat in the middle of the ocean, bending this girl on the rail, fucking her ass. Then he slammed into Dawn's cunt.

Dawn cried louder, begging again for mercy: "No, please! I can't! You can't do this to me!"