“John is such a jerk,” she muttered to her self as she sniffed and wiped away the remnants of tears that dampened her face making it even colder. It had been a long time since someone had made her cry like a little girl. She was surprised at just how much it had hurt. She really liked him and he had dumped her, just like that. Like she was trash or something. It really hurt.

The sun had set now and the sky was black. The road along which she walked was a small two-lane country road lined on both sides by trees. The perfect place for a bit of privacy in which to vent her angsty feelings. Suddenly, a pair of headlights appeared on the road in front of her, blinding her and ruining the privacy she had enjoyed only a moment before. The vehicle slowed and stopped in front of Anthem, its headlights still shining right into her face.

Anthem raised a hand to shield her eyes as the car door opened. For a moment, she hoped it was John looking for her to patch things up but immediately dismissed that notion. That definitely wasn’t John’s car. Nor did it belong to anyone Anthem knew who lived in the area.

A woman stepped out of the car though her features were indistinct.

“H-hello?” asked Anthem, her voice shaking.

The woman did not respond.

Anthem cleared her throat before trying again. “A-are you lost?” Again there was no response. Anthem was beginning to become scared. “Who are you?” she demanded, a bit more steel to her voice, “What do you want?”

The woman began to stride quickly towards her. Anthem, stunned, didn’t start to back up until it was too late. The woman grabbed her by her hair right at the top of her head and lifted. Anthem squealed as she rose to her tippy toes and her hand wrapped around the other woman’s wrist.

The woman was tall, much taller than Anthem and she smelled musky. She was dressed in a tight, long sleeved shirt and a short skirt with high heels. All of this Anthem Walker noticed as she was hauled by her hair to the car.

“Let me go!” Anthem shrieked. “You bitch! Let me go right now!”

The woman chuckled in a throaty voice. “Such language...”

Then Anthem was pushed down roughly over the hood of the vehicle. The motor was still on and though it was relatively silent, it’s subtle vibration moved through Anthem’s body. It was warm against the cold of the night.

The woman’s body pressed tight up against Anthem’s to keep her from being able to escape though Anthem did her best to do so. Her wriggling about only brought on another chuckle.

“This will be easier if you stop struggling,” said the woman. “Though not as much fun.”

That statement made Anthem’s blood run cold and for a moment she froze. In that moment, the woman grabbed her wrists and pinned them behind her back. Then Anthem felt the cold metal of handcuff bind her arms. Again she shrieked.

“No! What do you want? Let me go!” Anthem was really beginning to panic now. She squirmed and wriggled as hard as she could but the woman held her pinned easily.

“What do I want?” the woman purred. With one hand on Anthem’s back she kept her prisoner captive. The other ran down her prisoner’s back to her ass. The woman began to gently rub those rounded orbs encases in a pair of tight jeans.

“You pervert!” Anthem screamed. “You bitch! Leave me alone!”

The woman slapped Anthem’s ass hard eliciting yet another screech. “Naughty little girl,” the woman chided. “You need a lesson in manners.”

Again the woman hit Anthem’s ass as hard as she could and again Anthem screamed.

“No! Please no!”

“Oh yes,” replied the woman. “Yes, yes, yes...”

The woman began to spank Anthem in rhythm, raising her hand high and bring it down with full force. Anthem found herself helpless to stop the woman no matter how violently she thrashed. The woman was simply far to strong for her to fight against. Soon Anthem was sobbing. Not only from the pain, but also from her horribly helpless predicament. Still, she continued to squirm.

Suddenly, the spanking stopped and the woman spoke. “Now, about that dirty tongue of yours.”

A moment later, Anthem felt something hard and pungent shoved roughly between her teeth. It was soap. Quickly, she spit it out.

“Bad girl!” the woman scolded, punctuating her words with several heavy slaps to Anthem’s ass. “Now I’m going to have to take your pants down.” The words were not said with regret, but rather was unconcealed glee.

“You w-won’t get a-a-away with-th this,” Anthem sobbed.

Surprisingly gentle hands wrapped around Anthem’s waist at the woman’s body held her pinned to the faintly rumbling hood of the hood of the woman’s car. The gentle stimulation had caused Anthem’s nipples to harden. She groaned in agony and embarrassment. Then the woman unclasped Anthem’s jeans and pulled them to her ankles. The cold of the night was a shock against Anthem’s skin and she gasped.

Again the soap was pushed at Anthem’s mouth but this time she closed it firmly. It was a small victory, but a victory against this sudden and cruel tormentor none the less. The woman was not to be denied however. A hard smack to Anthem’s bottom and then the woman pinched Anthem’s nose closed. Soon, needing to breath, Anthem had no recourse but to open her mouth at which point the soap was shoved in deep. It was touching the back of her throat.

“Now, hold in there or else.”

It was threat enough. Anthem held the soap in her mouth.

“Let’s get on with it, shall we?” The woman resumed the spanking much to her delight and Anthem’s remorse.

Anthem’s protests were restricted to muffled vowel sounds as her bottom was soundly beaten by the harder than steel hand of this strange and terrible woman. Still she squirmed, but her protests became weaker and weaker. Even when her panties were gently lowered, Anthem could find little in her to protest. Her body was simply becoming too tired from the beating.

After an undeterminable amount of time, Anthem found herself pulled up by her hair and made to face the woman. For the first time, Anthem got a really good look at her. She was tall, as Anthem had noted before. Her hair was pitch black and her eyes too. Her skin though was pale which accentuated her red lips which were curled in a awful smile. Anthem trembled before her.

The woman stroked Anthem’s tear damped face gently and then removed the soap from her mouth. Trying not to swallow, Anthem moved to thank the woman but stopped herself. She would definitely not thank this horrible bitch for anything.

“Nothing to say?” the woman asked as though she had read Anthem’s mind.

Anthem shook her head.

“Well then, I suppose we’re not finished here.

Anthem’s eyes widened, but she could do nothing as the soap was shoved back into her mouth and she was slammed back to the car hood. Dazed, she didn’t even know that the woman had removed her belt and was even now swinging the leather strap through the air. When it struck, Anthem gasped at the pain inhaling soap and saliva causing her to choke. The woman showed no compassion for Anthem’s problems however and swung again.

The pain had reached a level where Anthem was no longer certain she could feel it. Each explosion on her ass was terrible to be sure and her lung laboring to expel the saliva soap cocktail wracked her chest, but it was all becoming distant, as though the torture of another woman entirely. Again, the belt struck her. She wasn’t even certain whether or not she was screaming or only trying to scream. Her nose and tears ran freely as did her mouth as she tried not to swallow. At least she had stopped coughing. The woman continued to beat her with the belt.

Finally she was pulled to her feet and the soap was again removed. The woman asked her a question and Anthem must have answered in a pleasing manner because the soap was not replaced. Instead the woman removed the hand cuffs, gave Anthem’s numbed bottom one last pat and drove away.

The walk back home was made in a haze of pain and confusion. At first, Anthem had tried to redress but sliding those tight garments over her beaten bottom simply caused too much pain so she hobbled home with her clothes in her hand, half naked in the dark.

When finally she was home she was able to think a little better. She still had no idea what had prompted the woman to do what she had. She was some kind of crazy sicko and Anthem found herself feeling grateful she hand been killed or worse.

Stepping into the shower, Anthem tried to wash away the violated feeling that covered her like an oily grit. The tears and snot and soap and spit all washed. Even the pain of her beating was eased somewhat, but the sense that she had been trespassed against at a very primal level stayed with her.

Anthem laid on her stomach that night but was unable to sleep.