“Are you ready?” He asked quietly, our limbs entangled in the darkness. The windows of the car were already fogged from our body heat.

Oh yes, I thought. I kissed him slowly in response.

I felt comfortable here- safe, even. He always knew the best spots for us to be alone together- But this one was exceptional. We were parked in the gravel driveway of an abandoned house, miles from town or anything resembling civilization. There were no streetlights, no houses, no cops. The yard and fence line were wildly overgrown. Whoever had lived here had been gone a long time.

But I couldn’t care less about where we were. All I cared about was having fun.

With some practiced maneuvering, I straddled him and he guided me down onto the tip of his hard, erect cock. We both stared at each other and grinned, reveling in this ecstatic moment of just having it in there.

He held my waist as I began gently rocking my hips, slowly increasing in speed. As I started to get a rhythm he gripped me tighter. I moaned lightly and kissed the top of his forehead.

It was at this exact moment of pure teenage lust that I was blinded by a harsh light that flooded the car.

Shocked, it took a few moments for me to register that I was staring directly into the high beam headlights of a farm truck. I squinted and held up my hand. The light was so bright it was hard to make out any details, and impossible to know who was driving it.

“Oh shit,” I said. I looked down. My boyfriend’s eyes were as big as eggs. “Oh fuck,” he hissed between his teeth. “Fuck, fuck, fuck.”

He pushed me off of his lap. “Get your clothes on,” he barked, reaching down and tossing me my pile of crumpled clothes. Whoever was in that vehicle had already seen me completely naked. A massive wave of fear and embarrassment washed over me.

Half dressed, I struggled to climb into the passenger seat.

“We’re completely trapped,” I babbled, terrified. It was true- we were blocked in on all sides.

In the back, my boyfriend was struggling to get his pants on over his long legs. He reached for the door handle.

“Don’t open it!” I begged- but it was too late.

He stepped out into the night and pulled up his pants. Before he could get back in, a large older man stepped out of the darkness and grabbed his shoulder, slamming him into the car. I screamed. In all the confusion, I hadn’t even noticed anyone get out of the cab. He pulled out a pistol and held it to my boyfriend’s forehead.

“NO!” I shrieked. I started crying. “I want to go home,” I sobbed.

The man looked at me for the first time.

“He’s not going home. And neither are you.”