I can feel his breathe on my neck. He rinks of cheap liquor and stale cigarettes. I cringe at his rough hands sliding my blouse up my side. His movements seem so reckless but slow.
His tongue grazes my ear lobe. I freeze instantly. Not knowing what he'll do next burns fear into me even more. I should have fought harder. I should have screamed louder. NO! That didn't matter...The room is so dark, I feel like I'm in a black hole.
An eternal Hell that grips me tighter the more he touches me. My friend Bethany warned me not to go out alone after dark. The city had seemed to be taken over in the last year by crime and people with ill intentions. I hate to say she was right.
I constantly would dismiss her motherly speeches. Continuously stating that I wasn't some dumb, teenager that was hot in the pants trying to get into trouble. I had just turned 22 that summer. I was old enough to take care of myself.
Shit, I was just getting off work when he approached me. I had only been working second shift the last 3 weeks. Getting off a little before midnight most nights. I had taken countless self defense classes with Bethany just in case. Everything I learned flew out of the window when he grabbed me. I woke up sure I was robbed. Little did I know I was taken.
Completely defenseless and clueless to the assailant. I feel like a child. Waiting for a saving grace. Yet here I am waiting to take my last breath while begging for my minuscule life to be spared.
He puts all of his weight on me. My eyes have adjusted to the darkness. The moon is shining brightly tonight. Wherever he took me it seems to be an abandoned building. The ground is so cold on my delicate skin. If I guess he has to at least weigh 230. My frame seems so small under him.
The moonlight catches his features suddenly. He appears to be no more than 30. He has a strong jaw. A trimmed beard and piercing brown eyes. He looks up at the car lights passing by and smiles when I scream. His laugh lets me know that his intentions are only getting worse. He slaps me hard across my cheek making my left ear ring.
Grabbing my jaw he growls, " No one can hear you now shut the fuck up! Be a good little whore and keep quiet. Good girls don't get punished they get pleased." He rips my blouse and undershirt exposing my bare breasts.
The cold air makes my nipples instantly erect. He grins and mocks me. His lips wrap around my nipple. Sucking it rapidly. I can feel my pussy start to tingle. My body betraying me.
He nibbles on my sensitive chest. Leaving hickeys around my breasts. I let a moan slip. He stops long enough to taunt me.
"That's a good girl," he says smiling.
I'm nauseated that he is making my body respond positively.
His hand slips down the front of my pants. He pushes his hand into my panties and grazes my clit with his fingertip. He's surprised that I'm already soaking wet just from him playing with my nipples.
He lathers his finger in my juices and brings it to his nose. He inhales deeply then sucks all of my juices off his finger. He sits up to take his shirt off. His chest is chiseled and his arms are much more muscular then I originally thought.
The dog tags around his neck means he's either active duty or ex military. It's hard to say being in a military town. He catches me staring.
"Do you like what you see bitch?" he says with a smile.
I turn away embarrassed that he caught me eyeing him so intently.
"Don't do anything stupid" he says while standing up.
I don't heed his warning and try to get up and run. He catches me by my hair and throws me back. I trip over something on the floor. I fall back hard.
He is standing over me glaring at me visibly displeased by my defiance. He grabs me by my hair and spits in my face.
"I told you! Only good girls get pleased! Bad girls get punished." he yells. I regret my decision instantly.
I just know this is going to be worse than I could ever imagine. I'm more afraid. My anxiety is reaching an all time high. He tosses me on a small bed that I hadn't noticed before. It smells like mildew from the lack of use and being left outside in the elements.
I try to gather my senses but before I could even think straight he was on me like a lion to a gazelle. He pushes my face down into the mattress and rips my pants down. He open handed slaps my ass making it sting. I can only imagine how bruised I will be in the morning.
He leans down and whispers through gritted teeth, "NEVER do that again!"
I whimper to let him know I am compliant. I am so fear stricken I'm not sure whether to fight back or to just take the abuse. My gut tells me to just survive the night. I hear his pants unzip and I know what is coming next.
I'm shocked with myself that I'm getting more and more aroused by his dominance.I glance back to see him pull out his cock. He's massive.
The largest one I had ever even been with was a guy named Ethan while I was in grad school. He was merely a solid 6 inches length and just enough width to be entertaining. I had never been with a man of his size.
He pushes his swollen cock head against my opening. I can already tell he's going to split me in two. At this point my juices are dripping. I'm anxious to know what he'll feel like inside me.
I should be absolutely terrified and begging him to stop but I can't seem to find the words. I feel as though any common sense I once had is now gone. It's as if he is taunting me sliding his cock up and down my slit.
He finally decides it's time for him to take my womanhood. He pushes against my opening. I can feel myself tearing.
"I hope you're ready." he says as he thrust his entire cock inside me.
I feel him slam into my cervix. My pussy is on fire. I feel all of me tearing. I wish he would stay still. At least let me accommodate him. I've never felt so full in my life. There's no way I can come back from this.
He pulls out just a bit and thrusts back in. I yelp from the shock of his girth. My pussy gets wetter, begging for more. I'm puzzled as to why a man of his stature and girth feels the need to resort to this to get a woman.
Maybe he likes the struggle, the power? Or maybe it's the risks of getting caught? I'm internally torn by the entire situation. I want so badly to hate him and what he is taking from me. But am I even really not consenting anymore?
I push my ass back toward him involuntarily. Almost telling him to fuck me more. What am I doing? I'm supposed to be fighting tooth and nail? I'm supposed to be filled with disgust. Yet here I am dying inside because I want more. As if catching a glimpse of him changed my feelings.
He responds accordingly starting to find the right rhythm and begins fucking my womanhood at a steady, deep pace. I can't help getting wetter as his cock brutalizes my womb. I begin to moan again.
"That's right you little slut. I want you to beg for me to fuck you bitch? DID YOU HEAR ME CUNT?" he says angrily. He grabs my hair pulling my head back.
"Please fuck me harder sir!" I say through gritted teeth. I can't believe I just said that with no hesitation. Without even the slightest of second thought.
He throws my face back down to the mattress and slams into me even harder. I don't know how much more I can take. I can feel the ever looming orgasm about to erupt. I can't cum from this.
I can't possibly cum from being violated in this filth by a stranger. By a predator. Is this who I am now? Some whore that likes to be degraded? I've never even had my ass slapped during sex.
Just the basic missionary with a little, "Do you like that?" here and there. Maybe the occasional blowjob but nothing this rough. My juices can barely keep me wet enough to accommodate such a large cock.
My pussy is gaping I'm sure. There's no way he hasn't completely stretched me. He pulls out of my now sopping wet, torn pussy and brings his throbbing hard cock to my face.
"Lick it clean!" he yells.
I greedily lap up all of my juices off of his cock not missing a drop. I almost catch myself trying to impress him by taking as much of him down my throat as possible.
If asked I'll swear it was all in the name of survival. But deep down I'm completely aroused so much so I even suck his balls without being ordered. He laughs at the position he has me in.
"Lay back and spread your legs." he says in a calm tone.
I feel so empty without him inside me. He rubs his cock up and down my slit and only slips it in once to get it covered in my juices again.
He places his cock head at my tiny asshole. I've never done anal. It's always been on my "To Do" list but I've always been too shy to try it.
"Please! Not my ass! There's no way it will fit." I beg.
He slaps me. Abruptly bringing me back to reality. I'm reminded he isn't a chosen partner but my rapist.
