The following very dark story has themes of non-consent sex, humiliation, abuse and other dark themes. If such content offends you, please do not read. This is an erotic FICTION story not meant as any sort of gender, political or societal protest. This is purely for entertainment and never meant to happen in reality. If you have issues with such kinks, please do not read.
"Lookie at what we have here," a deep man's voice rings out through the creek bank. The sun has long since set, leaving the entire area very dark. The only real light is from the overhead full moon, which makes the rushing water of the creek look so incredibly beautiful. It's one of the reasons why I brought my boyfriend here.
"Oh shit," my boyfriend Chuck curses upon hearing the man's voice. We both turn to see the owner of the voice, which is a large man stepping out from the woods and onto the creek bank. Whomever he is, he slowly walks in our direction, clearly meaning to interact with us.
"Stay cool Crissy," Chuck tells me as he stands up and faces the direction of the stranger. We were both sitting and talking while looking at the rushing water, enjoying a night together.
Once standing my boyfriend puffs his chest out, trying to make himself look larger. My boyfriend isn't a jock or even athletic but at the moment he seems much bigger than he really is. He clearly is prepared to get in a fight, which is a side of him I've never seen before. I hate to admit it, but it sort of turns me on.
I bite my lip at the situation, my concern growing as I look at the strange man walking towards us. This was supposed to be a fun and romantic night between two nineteen year old college students. Two students learning about each other as we sit next to the creek which is at the back of my neighborhood. My boyfriend and I were going to sit and talk for a while, then hopefully make out a little. Then, if all went well, hopefully do more. Much more.
"Hey buddy, just turn around and go, this is a private party," my boyfriend tells the stranger, his tone deeper than normal. My boyfriend's stops walking and balls his hands into fists, clearly showing he's not scared of a fight.
"Oh, I invited myself," the Stranger tells my boyfriend with a rather mocking tone. There's no hint of fear or even concern in that voice. This makes my concern double where I stand up myself, preparing to do...I don't know what.
The stranger, who is wearing a black long sleeve shirt and black pants doesn't seem to mind my boyfriend. He continues to walk forward with what looks like a bemused expression as he looks directly at me. Whomever he is, I do notice he doesn't have any facial hair, or any hair for that matter as he's completely bald. He looks older, but not old, if that makes sense. The sort of guy that could be anywhere from early thirties to late fifties. But he is much larger than my boyfriend, not to mention bigger.
"Fucking warned ya, ya creep," my boyfriend declares as the two men get within feet of each other. Making a show of it, my boyfriend cocks his right arm back, clearly about to throw a punch.
I tense up as I watch this, not wanting any violence to happen, but very much wanting my boyfriend to clock this weirdo. To punch him so hard that the guy's teeth go flying to the other side of the creek. For my boyfriend to act like a bullying jock for just one moment instead of the sweet, caring feminist-leaning person he really is.
There's something about the Stranger that I don't like. It's like he has an aura that pulses in all directions making the hairs on the back of my neck stick up. It makes me worried the guy is looney tunes and dangerous. That there's no telling what he may do or want.
The Stranger reaches his hand out towards my boyfriend right as my boyfriend is about to unleash his punch. In a rather calm and smooth move, the Stranger grabs my boyfriend's throat as he walks. Just slipped his hand upward to choke my boyfriend as if it is the easiest thing to do. The Stranger takes an extra step after doing this, making it so he is facing me while leaving my boyfriend to his side.
My boyfriend's hands move to his throat and he starts to make a freaked out choking sound. The punch he was about to throw is long gone as he now tries to pull the hand off his throat. From the looks of it, the Stranger's hand has tightened and is quickly choking Chuck.
My body tenses and cold fear hits as I don't know what to do. I want to run over there and help, but if my boyfriend can't pull the Stranger's hand off, what am I supposed to do? The guy is so huge compared to me as well.
The Stranger looks at me and smiles, showing clear evil intentions. His hand still holds Chuck, keeping him to his side as easy as if he was a little kid. Moreover, Chuck starts to hit the Stranger's forearm with his fists, trying to break his hold.
"Ok Loverboy, you are going to be to a good little bitch and shut the fuck up, got me?" the Stranger tells my boyfriend upon turning to face him and yanking his face inches from his own. When he says this, his eyes are dangerously bright and powerful. There's no mistaking that this is a deep, dark threat.
Showing he is much stronger than he looks, the Stranger pushes my boyfriend away by the throat. It looks like a casual push but my boyfriend is flung back as if tackled in a football game. I watch as my boyfriend stumbles backward, where he falls to the ground. He lands hard and painfully, making a hard thud sound and nearly being sent into the creek.
Panic nearly takes over at what I just witnessed. Stunned, I look at my boyfriend, then at the Stranger as if he is the Devil. The fear of what I just saw makes my feet feel planted to the ground making it impossible for me to run, just like my throat feels so dry that it is impossible to scream. It's as if I'm paralyzed.
The Stranger looks at me again, his smile growing. It's a smile I've seen before which has always set me off. The smile you see from drunk 60 year olds at a bar, when they think you are nothing more than an object to fuck instead of a person. The type of man that think because they buy you a cheap drink during happy hour that you are supposed to blow them.
As it tends to happen whenever I see that smile, I feel my own courage building. It gives me strength that chases my fear away, allowing me to ball my hands into fists. It sends that anger over me, making me feel like a bull about to charge.
If this weirdo means to do anything, he'll get a slug to the mouth at the very least. I know I may not win any sort of physical confrontation, but I damn sure will make it as hard as possible. He'll always remember me because I'll take out an eye or hopefully his dick.
"Hello Love, pretty night isn't it? A pretty night, next to the pretty creek, for a pretty girl to get fucked pretty hard," the Stranger says as he looks around casually, as if we are good friends. He turns to look at the creek, then at the sky making it seem like he's admiring their beauty.
Hearing him say this makes alarm bells go off as I know now what he wants. He means to rape me, which is what I feared. But that'll be the last thing he gets to do. Afterall, it's two against one. Surely my boyfriend and I are smart enough to be able to overtake the man. Hell, just pushing him in the creek will give us time to get the hell out of here.
My boyfriend isn't the most manly of men, which I normally love. He's not full of that macho crap nor does he make stupid sexist comments like so many men do. Sure, I sometimes wished he was a little bit more manly, such as right now as I would have loved it if he kicked the shit out of the Stranger, but in the end I know he'll protect me the best that he can. That he cares about me enough to fight as hard as he can for me.
"Now, let's pick a name for you, shall we?" the Stranger then muses as he looks me over. He then strikes a mocking "thinking" pose as he does this, no doubt trying to be funny.
This gives my boyfriend enough time to get back to his feet. He now stares at the Stranger, tensed up and half bent as if about to charge. I can see his chest huffing and puffing, no doubt from rage at what the man did. To be manhandled like that has to be humiliating, especially in front of others.
"I'm thinking your name should be...
Funbags
," the Stranger says and points at my chest.
Despite the fear and anger I feel, my body reacts instantly to this by crossing my arms over my chest. When I do this, I feel my face redden from the embarrassment of being called out for this body part. I've always been top heavy, which is something I've had to deal with ever since puberty.
A moment later, my brain informs me that it made me do this to cut off the man's view of my breasts. I had forgotten I am wearing a low cut top that shows a bit of cleavage and well, I'm not wearing a bra at the moment. Like I said, I was counting on having some fun with my boyfriend tonight.
"Well your name is ASSHOLE!" I yell very loudly in hopes of attracting attention. That anyone that happens to be nearby can hear it and know we are in trouble. In fact, I hope that even people in the closest houses can hear it, but I doubt it.
This makes the man laugh where he even claps a couple of times as if finding this hilarious. He acts as if he has no fear or concern about what he's doing. If he's acting and is secretly concerned, he's a great actor because it looks real.
"Oh I love the ones with fire," the Stranger says extremely happy. He then makes a show of rubbing his hands together in excitement. It makes it look as if he's about to ponce.
"Hey Loverboy," the Stranger calls to my boyfriend who is on my left side a few feet away.
"Go ahead and grab her. Hold her arms behind her," the Stranger orders my boyfriend. This command makes both my boyfriend and I to have the same astonished reaction. We then look at each other in shock and surprise to think Chuck would betray me like this. That just because the Stranger ordered it my boyfriend would betray me.
"I said hold her arms behind her," the Stranger growls loud and deep, flashing a terrifying look of anger towards Chuck. When he does this, the Stranger's eyes seem to light up with his anger. I can say even I get intimidated by this reaction, noting that I might do as I'm told by him if it was directed at me, but I quickly push it away. As steadfast as my boyfriend is, I know he won't be intimidated.
