Broen in His Car

It all started when you got a job at a popular restaurant in town. It was near your dorm, so you could walk to and from work.

This guy would come in occasionally to pick up for the local food delivery service. You never got his name, but thought he was cute. Something about the way he looked at you though, was... Unsettling. Like he saw right through you, what was on your mind. You'd chat a bit, small talk mainly, he never really shared much about himself, but asked a lot about you. How old you are, where you're going to school, what you're studying, what you're into. There was always an edge to it, something that made you uncomfortable, yet... Curiously intrigued.

Then he stopped coming to your work and after about two weeks you started to forget his face.

One night after work you were on your way home, tired, customers were jerks that day. You just wanted your bed. It is rather vague what happened. But you remember a sound behind you, hands grabbing, a cloth covering your mouth, then... Darkness.

(Always, the memories come back different about this first time, when you reflect on it. More real, sharp and PRESENT.)

*Shift*

You awaken to feel the familiar feeling of soft sheets beneath you, warmth, safe, protected. "I must be home" you think "it was a dream." But as the fuzziness in your eyes fades, you realize this is not your bed, not your home. The confines of a vehicle press down on you. You're in the back of some SUV, a soft bed, with cabinets smartly nestled into the walls. The windows are covered, the air is muggy with your sweat. Your throat is dry, and scratchy. That's when you realize something is in your mouth, lace against your tongue, you can't open your lips. It hits you: your underwear and duct tape.

Horror overcomes you as you realize what's going on. Your head clears and you feel your nakedness. Someone must have followed you home last night and abducted you. You try to remember the details, but only rough hands and the scent of something chemically cling to your nose. You try to move, to sit up and search, but your arms are bound behind you, you legs wound together with cord. You start to struggle against the bonds.

Click.

You freeze, the front door was just unlocked. It opens, and HE climbs in. The man from your work whom you've not seen in weeks.

"Awake are we?" He looks at you with amusement, pitiless and full of that same sense of being seen through, into. "Do you understand what's happening?"

Stories spring to life in your head, from the news, from the internet, from family and friends of things like this happening. Terror arises in your belly and... Something else, you can't quite place it, the fear is too overwhelming. You start to struggle again, uselessly. He smiles.

"Don't give me that face, we both know that you've hoped this would happen." He climbs in, closes the door, locks it and starts to undress. Panic grips you and you start to kick, writhe, fight against what confines you. It's useless.

Naked, he climbs over the seats, on top of you and you feel his hard cock press against you. He pulls away slightly and tugs one cleverly tied knot at your thigh, you feel the ropes around your legs slacken.

"You're welcome to fight me, but we both know I'm stronger. Struggle though, keep struggling, I like a girl with some fire in her." Then he leans in to whisper in your ear, "makes it that much sweeter when I break her." That's when it fully hits you, you're about to be raped. The tears come and don't stop. Your cries, stifled by the gag of your panties, come out as moans.

The terror mingles with outrage as you feel his hands on you, caressing, stroking, massaging.

SLAP. Suddenly a full hand smacks you across the face. SLAP! On the other cheek. Wet with tears, stinging, you lose awareness of his touches and grow still. In your mind, you desperately search for a way out, but it's clogged by cries of "this can't be happening, please no. I don't want this!" Yet... As your mind comes back to his hands, you realize one is between your legs, and that your pussy is sopping wet.

Eyes wide with surprise, you gaze into his. "Well, see now?" SLAP! He slaps your wet pussy hard. Your body quivers with pain, fighting against the strange sensation from before, like butterflies in your stomach, like a first date with a guy you like. Nervous, innocent... Excited. "Someone has been a bad girl. Have you been thinking about this? Fantasizing about getting raped?" His eyes know.

He slaps your pussy again, again, and again. Over and over until it must be bruised. The pain is immense, and every slap builds that feeling of delight in your belly. Terror and shame mingle with exuberance, but still your mind reels, fighting despite your body's joy. Your shoulders aches against the restraints.

Suddenly the slapping stops. A lingering sensation, something lost. You've closed your eyes. Pictures flash before your eyes, your mom. "I'm sorry mom," you think. Your dad, "please save me daddy!" Your friends. Each image hits like a sledgehammer, driving shame and guilt into your heart. But sensation returns.

You feel his hands on your hips and something presses into your vagina, against your clit. You open your eyes to see his face buried between your legs, eyes gazing up into yours. Warmth and pleasure begin you radiate up your body as he eats you out. You try to push away with your feet, you try to tear apart your arm bonds, you scream into your gag, but his strong hands hold you in place.

His tongue dances in your vagina, sloppily feasting. Your labia are so sensitive after all the slaps, they hurt. His prickly slightly unshaven face stabs, his forceful hands grip, his eyes penetrate. All the while you buck your hips, trying to shake him off. You close your eyes. "NO!" Screams your mind.

SLAP! "Look at me bitch. Look at what you want. Look at what you crave." You hear the taunting laughter in his voice. He slaps you again.

Roughly you're yanked towards him and your eyes shoot open. He's right over top you again. Grasping your legs he pushes your knees into your chest and wraps his hands around your throat. The tip of his penis presses into the mouth of your bruised, wet pussy. You squeeze your eyes shut and shake your head, fighting uselessly against this. He slaps your face. "Open your eyes whore." Calm. He's too calm.

You open your eyes and gaze directly into his. Your struggling stops. His eye contact is intense, like your souls are connecting. You shiver in the delight of truly being seen. No barriers. "You want this. You want me to rape you. You want to feel like a dirty, defiled whore. I know you do. I've known it from the first time I saw you. Know that you're finally getting what you want baby." And with that he trusts himself fully inside you. Pain blossoms as he smashes into your cervix. The hands around your throat tighten and tighten. As your head becomes fuzzy from the lack of oxygen, he begins to thrust in and out, in and out. Over and over. Your head feels like it's going to burst, your vision starts to blacken, and right when you think you'll pass out, air rushes in.

That momentary loss of consciousness slams back and all the feelings of being raped come rushing in. His cock pulverizing your insides, his arms pressing down into your legs to hold you in place, the sweat of your bodies, the musky scent in the air. And the shame. Oh that sweet and delicious shame from knowing that he's right. You do want this and the feeling of pain in your belly mixed with the emotional pain of humiliation, the terror of your parents finding out how disgraceful you are, how absolutely vile, all these sensations come together in an intense rush. You are overwhelmed by it all and start to cry again. But this time, they are not tears of sadness and fear, but of joy, of ecstasy. The pain turns to pleasure as you let go. Your whole body relaxes and opens to him. The sweetness of his violence towards you cracks open your heart and the violation is welcomed in.

You don't know how long this goes on for. Him raping you becomes something distinctly different. Your struggles against his power are no longer to get free, but because you know he wants resistance. You know he wants you to fight, and you know you want to keep fighting. Because only getting raped has ever given you this ecstasy, this delicious pleasure.

But suddenly he stops and looks into your eyes differently. A new light is in them, something warm, alive. He starts moving his body more slowly, intentional. That rough pounding from before transforms into a smooth and graceful dance, him riding your body, you freely accepting. His hand reaches up to the duct tape and peels it away, so gentle. He removes the panties, but you don't scream. Your wet and red cheeks hurt, and he kisses them. Your mouth is hungry, so he presses his against it.

Him raping you has become him making love to you. His chest presses into yours, his belly, his hands, his whole body in union with yours. Your rapist, you don't even know his name, but you feel totally owned and accept it. You would do anything for this. You don't care about the intense shame still in you. The images of your family are lost in your mind, as the feeling of this stranger inside you truly takes over.

This goes on for a while, the sweet love making of two perfect bodies. One bruised and battered. The other violent in its loving. Then, he pulls away. "I'm done being nice." He says and sliides out from your vagina. With hard, harder than before, heavy handed slaps, he beats your vagina. This time you do scream, and with his other hand he shoves two middle fingers down your throat to quiet you.

A quiver runs the length of your body with the feeling of something in your throat. The pain in your vagina spreads like fire, filling your belly, your chest, your head. Pain is all you know. And the guilt over enjoying it so much. Your legs kick and quake under his aggression.

His fingers leave your throat and you feel the loss of it. Eyes penetrating your mind, he says, "don't worry baby. I know what that throat of yours really needs." He really does.

Shifting around so his cock is in your face, and his face is over your pussy, he hovers. You want it. You want this rapist's cock in your mouth and throat. He waits just long enough to allow that thought, then pushes this long cock into your mouth. And deeper, to the back, you gag. Deeper still, to the point where it hits a wall and you're choking on it. You know it's as far as it can go, but then he thrusts hard and his cock slides past the wall and enters your throat. You can't tell how many inches are in your throat, how deep he actually is, but it doesn't matter. What matters is the feeling of fullness. For the first time ever your throat is being filled by cock and it feels so right.

Those images of your family don't even arise this time as pleasure wells up inside you. You're choking and trying to pull away, but every time you get a little air you thrusts back in. As he thrusts in and out of your throat, he begins to go down on you again. The fire from before sends shivers through your body. The sensation of your full throat and your quivering pussy mix into a full body ecstasy and all remnants of the shame you felt at being raped vanish. All that is left is pleasure. Pleasure at being throat raped.

He's done it. He's broken you.

With that realization all you have left is to be a dirty little cock sleeve for this rapist. You are gagging and choking, struggling to breath, but you don't care. Instead of trying to pull away from his thrusts you start to move with them. Trying to get that cock deeper into your throat. In and out, in and out. Your throat feels stretched, your pussy feels ready to explode. And just as you're reaching the peak of climax, you feel his cock begin to pulse.

Spasms of warm cum spurt into your throat and you push your head up to receive. Greedily gulping his semen you feel yourself climax. The explosion of pleasure from his tongue dancing in your pussy and his cum filling your belly wipe away everything in the world. Light diffuses your body and mind. All things vanish for an instant...

Sweet, sweet defilement is the first emotion that rushes back in as you return to yourself. His cock is finishing its release in your throat and your pussy throbs with delight. As he slowly pulls out of your mouth, the last dribbles of cum drip onto your face and tongue. Such immense loss fills you, a neediness for more.

He turns around and looks into your eyes, "don't worry baby, there's more where that came from. You're mine now." He rolls you over, quickly unties your arms, and lays beside you.

You can't help it, your arms wrap around him. He raped you and now you want to cuddle him. Disgust flashes for an instant in your mind, horror, shame, you remember how vile you are, such an awful daughter, a bad girl. And you love it.

You both sleep then, the exhausted and contented sleep of good sex. And tomorrow a whole new world opens to you.