Midnight Express

“Fuck my life.”

Beverly buried her nails into the leather of the steering wheel, turning it just enough to direct her stuttering, rattling car off the road before it finally came to a wheezing halt. It took everything in her not to scream or go to town on the dashboard. She wanted to, she wanted to get that brief flicker of catharsis that came from breaking something, but she had to only glance in the rear view and the two dozing forms in the backseat to remind herself to be calm.

It had been a hell of a trip, waking the kids up in the dead of night and hastily packing them in the car. But what choice did she have? It was bad enough when Lon came home reeking of the drink, but the recent **** **** was a escalation she would absolutely not tolerate. Not around her kids, and not when Lon had that pistol he liked to brandish about. It had taken all of her nerve, but she decided that enough was enough. Six years of this shit was hell, and it would only get worse. Her sister lived in Silent Oaks, and had made promises of refuge when Bev called two hours previous, crossing state lines to get there.

But of course, her luck evaporated when she needed it the most. It had always been a piece of shit car, but why couldn’t it have held on for another fifteen minutes? They were so close to the town…

Bev took a deep, calming breath and glanced back at the kids. Ben, who was all of five and with a slightly better grasp of things, had taken the experience the hardest. He had wept when she put him in the car, and asked an endless stream of questions about home and where Daddy was. It broke her heart, but she knew he was a strong boy who would cope. Lily was a little easier at three. She was confused about having been woken, and noted the obvious distress of her brother and mother, but quickly settled back into a doze after a half hour of driving.

Bev took another breath. Despite her failed marriage, despite the scorn her parents had shown her, she knew she was an intelligent woman. There was also a solution to the problems ahead, one just needed to be calm and examine the situation. Breathe in. Breathe out. Ok. She was fifteen minutes out of town, her sister could come and get them. They’d probably all have to squeeze into the pick up, but it would be ok. They could get someone to tow the old bug back in the morning.

Not wanting to wake the kids, she turned the car off and got outside to make the call. There was a pause of perhaps two seconds before the line cut in and Shelly’s voice answered, “Bev? What’s happened? You ok? Please tell me you’re not changing your mind. Tim’s set up the guest room and the fold out couch and-”

“Shell, calm down,” she laughed, just a little bit.

Her sister was older by three years, but had always been the more anxious of the two. So many times had Bev been the one to scoop out a spider that had fallen in their bath tub, or tell some sleaze to buzz at the school yard. But Shelly had been the wise one, who had married a good man who treated her right. Bev had been the fuck up in that regard, as her parents liked to remind.

“My car broke down,” she explained, “we’re about ten-fifteen minutes out of town, coming down the Brookhaven road. We’re fine, kids are sleeping, but if you or Tim could come get us it’d be great.”

“I’m out the door right now,” her sister said, “be there in two shakes of a lamb’s tail.”

“Thanks, sis,” and then she added, without thinking, “love you.”

There was a pause, and the sound of a car door closing. “Love you two, Lil Sis. Talk to you soon.”

After that Bev had nothing to do but wait. It was dark out, with clouds shrouding the moon and the road seemed utterly empty. A lone owl hooted off in the distance, but eventually even that grew silent and still. It was a little cold, and Bev needed something to take the edge off, so she reached into her jacket and took out a smoke. To her chagrin, it been a habit she had picked up during her time with Lon, and she found that she couldn’t shake it despite her efforts. She took a puff. Breathe in. Breathe out.

It was while she worked her way through the cig that Bev started to think about the future. What was she going to do when she got settled in Silent Oaks? She had visited the town before, of course, and it seemed nice enough. A little boring perhaps, but at this stage in her life and with two small children boring would be just what the doctor ordered. She had studied music back in the day, before Lon got his hooks in, perhaps she could teach piano? Worst case scenario was that she worked with Shelly at the local cafe as a barista. That wouldn’t be ideal, but not so bad either.

Headlights came her way, and she startled back to the present. She dropped her cigarette and stubbed it out, lest she get a lecture from Big Sis about the dangers of nicotine.

Had it been daylight, and had her mind been a little less worn down from fear and exhaustion, she might have realised that the car that had just pulled up was coming from the wrong direction. The headlights vanished and the car disappeared into darkness. A door opened and then shut, and the heavy sound of two boots crunched along the gravel.

At first she thought it might have been Tim, dragged out of bed to collect her. But when the voice spoke, it was markedly different. “Heya, there, Ma’am!” There was good cheer in the voice, a kind of boyish energy that was at odds with the rich baritone. “Havin’ car trouble?”

He took a few steps forward, then paused. Bev could almost make out his face. He might have been her age, which would have put him around thirty, but in the dark she couldn’t swear by that. His face seemed…normal. There were no scars, he was clean shaven. His brown (or maybe it was black, she couldn’t rightly tell) hair was cut neat and tidy, and the business suit he wore gave the impression of a banker who had just clocked out and was ready to hit the bars.

“Hi,” she greeted, feeling a touch cautious. “Yeah, damned thing conked out on me.”

“Battery, you think?” He took another couple of steps and stood beside her, directing his gaze at the car and studying it sagely. “I’m not much of a mechanic, but I’ve got jumper cables…”

“Oh, no it’s an engine problem,” she answered. “It’s an old piece of shit that’s given me trouble for a while. I guess tonight was the night it finally gave up the ghost.”

He made a sympathetic noise. “And in the black of night, too. Isn’t that just the worst?” He peered into the car in a way that felt oddly violating to Bev. “Oh, shit. Got little ones tucked in there too,” he looked back at her with concern, “Jeez, do you guys need a lift into town? I could drop you off at the motel.”

She shot him a practiced smile. “Thank you, but no. I already called my sister and brother-in-law. They’re on their way right now.”

“Lucky,” he said, looking at her with a smile that seemed painted on. His eyes, suddenly seeming a bright and brilliant blue, fixed on her unmoving. In that instant, Bev would have sworn that it was a LifeSize doll looking back at her, and not a man. Then he blinked, and his face became animated again. He held out a hand. “Pardon my manners, I’m Don.”

Gingerly she took the hand, gave a limp shake. “Beverly.”

“Beverly,” he echoed, as if tasting the word. It seemed to agree with him. “My god, that’s a really pretty name.”

Her skin just about crawled all over. Six years of marriage to Lon had given her a radar for creeps and it was blaring code red right now. Her whole body wanted to bolt there and then, but her eyes glanced back at her babies, sleeping away in the car. Panic and terror stabbed through her, but she did what she always did.

Breathe in. Breathe out.

Shelly and Tim were on their way. Shelly would urge her husband to speed. Five minutes, max, and they would be here. So all she had to do was stall, keep the guy talking. Guys like this, they loved to hear themselves talk. She could flatter him, ask him questions about his job, family. Anything, really.

She opened her mouth, but he beat her to the punch.

“Hey, just curious,” he started, “ what are your thoughts on the ol’ Bee-Dee-Ess-Em?”

Bev wanted to be sick. She didn’t expect that he would drop the nice guy act so quickly. She clenched her hands. She had her keys, she could use them to stab the guy if he tried anything. But he didn’t move any closer, just stared at her for another moment before taking out a little coin. It shined in the dim moonlight as he made it dance across his knuckles. Bev watched it curiously, then found she couldn’t tear her eyes away from it.

“You know, Beverly, I think you’d be into that kind of thing,” he said, mildly, coin moving over one knuckle, and then the next. “I can always tell.”

Something happened then. There was a flash of colour, as though someone had taken her picture, but the image burnt into her mind’s eye quickly turned into a series. She saw herself, outside of herself, in various scenarios.

She couldn’t move, ropes binding her arms and her legs spreadeagle. All she could do was writhe in her bindings. She felt trapped, so terribly trapped. But why did that excite her?

The long and warm cock that slid down her throat was suffocating, filling her gullet entirely and blocking her airway. The heavy ballsack settled over her nostril, giving her a powerful whisk of his masculine musk. But the fullness! It was unlike anything she had ever felt. She never realised that her throat could be an erogenous zone…

She was up and he was filling her va-no, her cunt. He was fucking her hungry, wet cunt exactly as it was made for. Each lance of his cock punching up through her body and filling her like the hungry little slut she was, even as she hung and twisted in her bondage, unable to do anything but to take it. A whorish moan escaped her lips as he pillaged her. Had she ever felt so good as in that moment, achieving her life’s purpose as a piece of meat to be fucked and hurt and fucked again ?

Bev returned to herself on the side of the road. Sensations hit her all at once. Her mouth began to salivate, her womanhood began to grow wet and ache to be filled. She almost doubled over, so weak did her knees feel.

“You want it, don’t you?” He asked, close enough now that she could smell his warm breath on her face. “You want to come with me, and let me fuck you.”

She blinked, and tried to shake off the blissful thoughts. “N-noo, m’babies are asleep in the car…” but the words sounded weak, even to her. “I…”

“They don’t matter,” he said again, his voice tickling something deep inside. “All that matters is what I can give you. I can fuck you. Better yet, I can hurt you. Hurt you like you want. Hurt you so good. With ropes. With wood. With clamps. With my hands and my cock….”

Bev opened her mouth, perhaps to deny it, but Don Halbert claimed her with a harsh and sudden kiss. His tongue slithering into her mouth like a moray eel. She was done then, her flesh overriding any other concern. By the time she got into his car, he had her sucking him off as he drove on.

When Shelly and Tim finally arrived, they found two crying children in a car and no sign of their sister.