>Norman pulled up to the dirt parking lot. His tires hissed into the gravel and he locked his brake in place.
>He held up the paper Octavia had given him. Inscribed on the scrap was her distinctive handwriting, the ink twisting and turning like the loops of a roller coaster.
>It instructed him to come to this open field, the parking lot of which Norman's truck sat idle.
>He crumpled up the paper and tossed it into the bed of his truck.
>He walked over to the nearby fence, nature surrounding him with every step.
>His sneakers dug into the gravel and his hands were stuck firmly in his pockets.
>He rested his elbow on the wooden post and stared into the sky. His mind drifted into the clouds.
>"Hey! Norman! I'm here!" a sharp voice broke his peace.
>He looked down towards the source of the sound. When he saw the woman who had caused the noise, the silence didn't seem to matter anymore.
>A light gray woman with a curtain of ebony jogged towards him, excitement flashing in her eyes.
>Her hair swung as she bounced along the road. That certainly wasn't the only thing bouncing.
>Norman could not take his eyes away from the undulation of her breasts beneath her lilac blouse.
>Her thighs were long and muscular; he wasn't sure why she had chosen today to wear a skirt, but he wasn't complaining.
>The skip to her skip died away as she approached him.
>"Hey Norman! How are you?" she said.
"Good," he replied, "What about you?"
>"I'm fine," she said, "I suppose you're wondering why I told you to come here?"
"I was just about to ask."
>"Look behind you," she smirked. Norman turned around and felt his jaw dislocate.
 
>Growing on the horizon was a two-toned leviathan. It looked like a great sphere, great stripes of orange and yellow widening in short bursts.
>He looked to the left of the beast and saw a small cube.
>Hanging off its sides were large bags that looked like teardrops.
>Soon the monster had reared to its full height and hovered menacingly above the basket.
"A hot air balloon?" Norman muttered, "Really?"
>"What?" Octavia snapped, "Never been in one?"
"Can't say that I have," he said, "I never saw the appeal of it."
>"Really?!" Her eyes lit up, "You're in for such a treat!"
>She grabbed him by the hand and started to pull him away from the fence.
>"Come on!" Norman surrendered to her and felt his feet fumbling over themselves on the grass meadow.
>The balloon was enormous, easily six stories tall.
>The basket came up to his waist. He was having doubts whether it would be able to carry him or not.
>Octavia hopped over the lip of the basket. Norman caught a glimpse of a white patch of fabric between her thighs.
>A spark-plug went off in Norman's head from the tiny frame that her panties were visible.
>He hadn't noticed that he had been standing at the edge of the basket, gawking at her.
>"Eyes up here, sailor," Octavia smirked. Norman took his sweet time scanning her before eventually meeting her gaze.
>Norman rolled his eyes and clambered into the basket. There wasn't much room but they had about a meter of space between them.
>"Ready to go up?" she said.
"Where are we going?"
>"Nowhere in particular. It's just a little ride in the balloon. You get really nice views of the city from this high."
>She bent over the basket and untied some bags. Norman was again assaulted by brief glances of her crotch.
>"Can you fire up the burner, Norman?"
>Norman reached up and pulled on the chain. A great yellow flame shot hot fumes into the balloon.
>Within a minute or so Norman felt the basket lift off the ground. He looked down to see the grass slip away from them.
 
>About half an hour later the balloon had climbed about 5,000 feet into the sky.
>They could see everything in the city with a bird's eye view. The treetops flicked and waved in the wind below.
>Although they were a mile above nature, it still crept into the basket.
>Norman was sitting in the basket with his legs crossed. When asked why he was sitting that way, he would tell Octavia that he was just taking a break.
>In reality he was trying to hide something from her. Something---revealing.
>He was fighting to keep his libido down but Octavia wasn't helping. She was leaning over the edge of the basket, her skirt billowing over her rump.
>She was staring down and admiring the scene, no doubt with a partita playing in her head.
>From his low position Norman could see her panties with great ease.
>Her skirt rode up on her buttocks, allowing him a clear view of the groove in her panties.
>His id was pushing him to act. They were alone in a basket a mile above the earth.
>No one would see him, no one would hear them.
>Only a yard of space and a will to act seperated his body from its target.
>His superego fought back hard but the id had brought a rocket launcher.
>Norman's head went blank with all but the woman in front of him.
>He slowly stood up, the basket dipping from the force. He took off his shorts as quietly as possible.
>Octavia was too engrossed in her imagination and admiration of nature that she failed to hear his pants falling to the floor.
>Norman's cock sprung to attention, pointing directly at its clothed target.
>He stepped closer and thought carefully about what he was doing.
>He thought of where he would place his hands; he thought about the consequences.
>The basket rocked as Norman took the final step.
>Norman clasped his hands around Octavia's chest, groping her breast beneath her blouse.
 
>"Norman!" she shouted, struggling against his grip, "Get off me, you creep!"
>Norman remained silent, his human ability to speak sacrificed for the primal strength.
>He gripped the hem of her blouse and ripped it apart. The buttons of the seam flew off into the sky.
>Her breasts swung over the side of the basket, cradled by a black bra.
>her screams rang out into the thin air. Her screams fell on the ears of her attacker and no one else.
>Tears started to flow from her eyes as Norman tore off the bra and let it fall to the forest below.
>Norman gripped her breasts and locked his fingers around her nipples. Octavia's wails rippled through his mind, raising his libido to dangerous levels.
>Norman sucked on her neck and brought a hand down to her skirt.
>Octavia pushed against him with a weak hand but it did very little.
>With a smooth motion her skirt was down around her ankles. His cock hovered menacingly behind her.
>"Norman," she cried, "please. . ."
>But Norman was long gone, replaced with a sex-crazed mammal.
>The last protection against him was stripped away as her panties were torn apart.
The broken fabric lay behind her ankles as Norman's fingers began their assault.
>His digits glided against her folds. He took a finger and slipped it between her lips.
>Octavia wailed and thrashed as Norman's finger progressed deeper inside her.
>Norman smiled as her pussy coated his finger in juice. She was crying from her body's betrayal.
>Norman slipped a second finger inside to loosen her further.
>He deliberately stopped in front of the hymen; he was saving that for later.
>Octavia's body shook. Norman couldn't hold back any longer.
>He pressed the tip of his shaft against her entrance. Octavia whined and begged Norman to stop.
>He ignored her pleas and thrust his hips forward.
 
>Octavia screamed from the penetration, followed by an intense cry of pain.
>Norman looked down at her ass to see blood running down his shaft.
>He smirked from his thievery and allowed Octavia to savor the feeling of her tunnel being filled.
>Her walls squeezed him in a vise-grip, desperate to force him out.
>All it did was massage Norman's dick even more. Her lubrication mixed with the warm blood, enveloping his cock in a deep, warm embrace.
>He took his time dragging his shaft back, his head digging into every ridge of her tunnel.
>His head stopped just before her lips before thrusting back inside.
>The basket rocked from the force of his thrust. With no one to man the burner, the balloon had started to descend.
>It was dropping about 100 feet per minute. This gave Norman about an hour.
>He got into a steady rhythm. Octavia's tears fell to the ground and her cries rang into the sky.
>Norman massaged her breasts and suckled her neck. It was more of an effort to make her cum faster than any sort of romance.
>She was drowning in pleasure a mile above the earth. This was never how she pictured her first time.
>The bastard she'd invited along had stolen that from her, robbed her of her purity.
>Norman continued to rock his hips, stabbing her over and over.
>The feeling of her pussy clinging to his shaft sent shocks down his spine.
>He tossed his head back as the pleasure started to build behind his member.
>His thrusts increased in speed and severity, rocking the basket violently.
>He was so close to his climax that his muscles began to fire off at random.
>Octavia's own climax was steadily approaching her, unstoppable as a freight train.
>She started to whimper, afraid of what would happen next.
>A deep guttural moan behind her and the tightening of the hands around her breasts alerted her of her fate.
 
>Norman grunted and rammed his cock as far as it would go.
>His groin contracted and pumped his load inside her, semen flushing out of the tip with extreme force.
>Thick strands of cum stuck to her cervix and walls. Octavia cried as she felt herself filled with her attacker's seed.
>She felt his shaft sickeningly pulse with every injection of cum. The hot fluid pooled around his tip and settled just behind her cervix.
>Norman pulled out, taking some semen with him on the way out.
>A small glob of cum poised at her entrance and slid slowly down her thigh.
>He had hardly noticed Octavia's orgasm. Her pussy vibrated and her lips sealed shut.
>Her cervix dipped into the pool of cum, sucking some of it into her womb.
>Octavia's body shook and tears ran down her torso.
>Norman let her go and she fell to the floor. The basket lurched down.
>Norman figured he had about 20 minutes left until they fell to the forest floor.
>He went to get his clothes when he saw Octavia's other entrance puckering from the orgasm.
>Blood rushed into his dying cock, desperate to keep it up.
>Alas, his erection died away. His libido, however, was still in full force.
>There was still a couple of things he wanted to do to her.
>After all, until they landed, she was all his.
>His to use as a fuck toy, his to use in oh so many ways.
>Octavia lay shivering on the basket floor, her lilac eyes glazed over.
>Norman flipped her onto her back, giving him a full view of her breasts.
>He wasted no time as he dove his face to them.
>He latched his mouth around one nipple and gripped the other with his fingers.
>Octavia whimpered, her strength drained and her will broken.
>Norman suckled on her tits, an activity any man in the school would die for, her body his to toy with.
>He felt the blood rush back to his cock and stay there.
>He took one long suck on her nipple and popped his mouth off.
>He grabbed her and flipped her onto her stomach. He propped her up into a doggy style position.
 
>Before Octavia could react she felt a pair of hands on her buttocks pulling them apart.
>Norman stared at the puckered hole and brought his cock closer to the entrance.
>Octavia begged for Norman to stop, hoping to break into his lost humanity.
>Norman pressed his tip against her anus and pushed hard. He grunted as his head forced its way inside.
>He could feel the muscles of her sphincter preventing his intrusion. But no matter how hard she tried to keep him out, Norman found a way in.
>Her ass finally accepted him, taking his full length within the walls of her colon.
>Norman moaned from the constriction around his cock. It was far tighter than her pussy was, which he didn't think was possible.
>He pulled hard to drag his cock back out. He had even more difficulty forcing his way back in.
>Octavia cried as her ass was torn apart. His shaft moved back and forth in her colon.
>Her rapist wasn't satisfied with her virginity, it seemed. He just had to go for her other virginity too.
>The pair were still in the afterglow of their orgasms. Every sensation was heightened tenfold.
>Octavia felt the second climax creeping its way towards her. She begged for her body to stop.
>She didn't want to give the rapist the second satisfaction of making her cum.
>Norman thrust rapidly, his moans elevating with every pump.
>The balloon was descending fast, just a few hundred feet above the forest. The city lay a couple miles away.
>Norman had to finish quickly. He sighed in relief as his orgasm built inside his shaft.
 
>He moaned loud into the sky as his second climax hit him. This load wasn't as full as the first, but it was certainly enough.
>Norman relished in the satisfaction of filling her body twice with his seed.
>Octavia's second orgasm gripped her body like a python. The muscles of her ass tightened, fastening its grip on Norman's shaft.
>Every drop of cum was milked from his shaft and filled her ass. He pulled his dick back and the familiar white fluid collected at her anus.
>Octavia shook like a leaf, every nerve of her body screaming at her. She lay on the floor of the basket, broken and used, with her rapist panting just a few feet from her.
>A couple seconds later the balloon crashed into the forest. Norman put his clothes back on.
>He saw the parking lot that he had parked in as he was descending.
>It was a few miles to the west. He leapt over the lip of the basket and started the long walk back.
>His id clouded his mind, giving him only one goal.
"Get out. Run away before you get caught."
>He never thought for a moment whether Octavia would be found or if she would be safe.
 
>Octavia shivered in the basket, listening as her rapist walked away.
>She had seen the city too. She knew where she had to go. But her will to survive was shattered.
>She wasn't a human anymore. She had been abused in almost every way.
>She didn't even want to think about the possibility of carrying his child.
>She wept for a few minutes before beginning the long slow walk through the comforting arms of Mother Nature.