Red revved the motor on her candy apple red mustang. The green light flashed permission to slam on the accelerator and away she drove to grandma's house. A cute little basket filled with candy kisses sat on the seat beside her. The attached note read: Do Not Eat! Real funny, Mom, she thought. Like I'm a sugar addict or something.
Music blared from the top of the line speakers into the quiet countryside. "Knock, knock, knocking on the big ole gate. Why must I wait?" Red tapped the dashboard in time with the beat. She held the steering wheel with one hand and removed her tank-top with the other. Perfect tanning weather. Good thing she remembered to wear her red sequined bikini, the one her mother said fit too tight and pushed her tits up too high. In other words she looked smokin' hot.
"Get there as quick as you can. Your grandmother needs this candy," her mother had shouted as she pulled away. She didn't mind visiting Grandma. Gigi wasn't old and stodgy like some grandparents. She partied all night and drank many a grown truck-driver under the table. Red's hand reached toward the basket of goodies. "Ouch! That card is sharp." Only she could get a paper-cut driving down the road. A little flesh wound wouldn't dissuade her. She opened the top of the wicker basket.
"Mmm, chocolate." The smell wafted up to her nostrils and enticed her taste buds to salivate. "Just one piece. Surely Grandma won't miss one piece. Some tugging voice in the back of her head warned her against the chocolate. It makes you have migraines. Red ignored the voice that sounded so like her mother and retrieved a silver-wrapped confection. She unwrapped and threw the delectable sin into her mouth all in one fluid movement.
The gooey white creme mixed with a hint of cherry liquor oozed down her throat. Her teeth bit into the surrounding chocolate. A small amount of heaven released when she popped the cherry with her teeth. "Why doesn't mom ever make me chocolate like this? Mmm, better than sex. Well, maybe I wouldn't go that far. What I wouldn't give for a hot hitchhiker with bulging biceps and a sex addiction right now."
Up ahead, a girl stood by the side of the road with her thumb hooked up and carrying a backpack. Her red hair glinted in the sunlight. Red slowed down. She couldn't help but notice the girl's ample bosom. Pale-white flesh showed above the edges of her minute top and below her Daisy Dukes.
Her mother hadn't warned her about picking up strange women.
"Do you need a ride?"
The Mustang sputtered as she brought it to rest and shoved the arm into park.
"I'm Red. Just headed out toward Mill Creek."
"My name's Cherry."
"Now that's cool. I just ate a Cherry. Covered in chocolate that is."
"And you're about to eat another one." The young girl grinned. "Get out of the car, Red. Follow me."
"I'm not getting out of this..." Red was just about to yell and get an attitude but the words stuck in her throat. To her great amazement she got out of the car and followed Cherry into the woods beside the highway. Once they were inside the tree line the hitchhiker spouted out further orders.
"Take off that red-sequined bikini top--who wears things like that?"
"But," muttered Red, "I..."
"Not another word! Take it off and throw it down in that creek."
Who does she think she is? Why do I feel compelled to follow her every command? Red knelt before the self-proclaimed vixen and lowered her head.
"Know why they call me Cherry, darling? Cause I love eatin' cherries. Word around town is you still got one between those creamy, white thighs of yours. Lie on your back and get those fleshy legs up in the air--it's eatin' time. If you have any doubts, leave now."
Red paused. She thought of the lesbian porn movie she'd watched the evening before. Things could get interesting. No one ever told her what to do. A sense of freedom enveloped her. She didn't have to make one single decision. All she had to do was listen and comply. "I don't want to leave."
The pine-needles poked into her back as she lay on the forest floor. Lifting her thighs into the air only added to the pressure of the strewn bark beneath her spine. The handcuffs Cherry snapped onto her wrists fit perfectly over a small branch directly behind her head. Red's body shifted back and forth. The tightness in her breasts increased in this position. They felt fuller and sexier somehow. Red watched as Cherry broke a branch from a nearby tree and stripped away the bark.
"I like my cherries red." She hissed with an evil smile. "First, I'm going to tap your thighs with the tip of my switch. Then, I'm going to whip the top of your beautiful bare pussy. The last thing I'll do is push the tip of my switch into your clit.
My clit? Oh my god! What if it hurts? How will I control myself?
"All of these things will make your skin turn red. I love the color red. If you scream, I will start at the beginning and do it all over again--only twice as hard. It really is up to you. Let's begin."
The taps on her thighs were not so bad. She flinched but absorbed the sting. Red blushed when the vertical whip marks rose on her pussy. I don't think I'm supposed to enjoy this. The poke against her clit with the tip of the stick almost put her over the edge. She threw back her head, opened her mouth, and was just about to let loose a scream of pleasure when she saw the twinkle in Cherry's eye. Her eyes squinted together and her lips pressed so close she couldn't breathe. Red swallowed the scream that threatened to erupt and prolong her torture.
"Oh, you are better than I first thought," whispered Cherry. "I'm going to enjoy breaking you like a wild horse."
She threw the switch into a nearby ravine. Cherry straddled Red's body backward and slapped the red, welted pussy with the palm of her hand. Red's whole body tensed. She didn't like this--she couldn't. Unfortunately, her body loved it. An orgasm built inside her and this fantastic sadist had yet to open her pussy lips. Nothing this erotic ever happens with the men I make out with.
"Beg me for it. Tell me what you want, little Red."