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back of your neck and he leans forward, holding you in place with his weight. Then the fingers are gone, and there's the snick of the lid again, and then there's something bigger pushing at you, and you don't know why you think of it as something , you know damn well what it is. For a second you think it's not going to fit, that this won't happen because it can't, but the guy pushes harder and changes the angle a little, and then you can feel yourself

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spreading, stretching, and he's inside.
    He just keeps pushing, and you've never done this before but you're sure this can't be right, because people enjoy this, and there's no way you ever could. The pain is intense, and it seems to be radiating out all over your body, your back and your legs and everywhere. Maybe he notices, because when he's in, when he's pushed all the way inside of you, and he's slumped over you with his hips right up against your ass, he nuzzles in to your cheek a little and you can feel his stubble, harder than the stubble of the boys you've touched, and he tells you to relax.
    You try to. You don't know exactly what drug you took but you think maybe it was a mistake, because instead of removing you from the scene it seems to be insisting that you stay right there, making you feel everything too much, way too much. If feels like things are maybe getting better, fading from agony to pain, but then he grunts and starts to move, quick little jerks that start it all up again. After a while his strokes get longer, and harder, and the pain changes too, feels more like he's splitting you open instead of stabbing you. You've been trying to be quiet, you're not sure why, but now you can hear yourself, a sort of sobbing grunt each time he thrusts into you. He seems to like it, grabbing your hair and pulling your head up off the hood.
    It's not too much longer after that until he's slumping over you, his chest resting on your back, and you want to scream at him to get off, get out, but you stay very still, and finally he does it on his own. You stay frozen for a moment but once he's a couple steps away you scramble to pull your pants up, almost crying out at the pain when you bend over to grab them. The guy's got himself zipped up, and he's heading over to the driver's side. You wonder if he thinks he's a good guy because he offers you a ride back to the highway. You wonder what he would have done if you'd said no in the first place, because he doesn't seem inclined to argue when you say no to the ride.
You kind of want to roll up on the ground and die, but you think

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    about the guy coming back and finding you, and you start walking, not so much because you're scared but because fuck him, he didn't hurt you that bad. You find a way to walk that doesn't set off the pain quite as much, and you make it back out to the road and realize that you're not really that far from the farm. You guess you should probably be trying to make it home instead, but you think of that big Percheron, the way he barely seems to notice when you hang all of your weight off his strong neck, and you want to go there and bury your face in his mane.
    You start walking, and a couple cars pass but you don't even try to flag them down, and then one is pulling over anyway. It's the father of the farm, and he's friendly at first, asking if you got lost, because this isn't the direction you normally come from. You think you would have been okay if you could have made it to the farm; you think by then you could have had yourself under control, and ready to deal with people. But this is early, this is unexpected, and you're not very good at hiding your feelings. You know you need to get better at that, need to work at figuring out ways to keep people from reading your face so easily.
    But you haven't got it figured out yet, and it takes about two seconds for the father to realize that there's something wrong, and his voice changes, and he's still