I knew now that I loved being allowed to do what women did. It made me feel complete. What really made me feel good though, was knowing that Steve did...not think of me as a guy, but as a woman that he has had a romantic date with, then he brought her home and conquered her.He told me that he was so tired that he was not going to drive me back to the city. He told me that he would like me to spend the night with him, in his bed, like a loving woman would do. I complained that I did not bring any. My leg hurt, but had stopped bleeding; luckily it wasn't much more than surface damage or I would be in real trouble. I caught the scent of water and made my way to a creek with the intention of washing the blood off and getting a drink.It's too quiet, I thought as I quietly splashed water on myself. It hasn't been long enough for everyone but me to be dead. I only heard two more screams, which means some of them should still be alive.The distinctive sound of a gun being cocked sent me rushing. I didn't have much time to think it over before he cruelly grabbed both nipples and squeezed, pulling them out away from my body. I gasped, and he twisted them around his fingers, kissing me at the same time, pushing his tongue into my mouth. He used my nipples to spin me around, and while holding onto my shoulders, pushed me a couple yards over to a table, and pushed me down on it, bent at the waist. He stuck his hand down the boxers I was wearing (my bf's), and pushed a few fingers up my wet. He wasn’t great with women’s clothes, but he located it and managed to undo it, then slid down the zip. Her skirt didn’t fall because she was leaning hard against the bench and the back held in place even though the front of her skirt now dipped low, revealing her bare belly and the top of her brief green panties. His other hand came forward, grasping her waist on the other side and together, both hands took hold of her hips and pulled her body forward, away from the bench. She didn’t resist.