She walked across the dark parking lot and wondered again why she had parked so very far away from the mall entrance. The car sat in the corner of the parking lot, with just the nearest side clearly visible as the rest vanished into shadows. Another vehicle sat silently nearby, but she wasn't really concerned. There was no evidence of anyone nearby, and the driver was likely doing some last-minute shopping. Still, she glanced quickly around to see if she was alone.
She opened the trunk of the car, leaning in to place her bags inside. The man came up so quickly, so unexpectedly, that she felt the gun press into her side before she actually saw him. As she caught her breath and prepared to scream, his fingers dug into her arm and she heard his voice for the first time. "If you scream, bitch, you'll die right here. Get in the damn car and you might get out of this alive." He did not yell, did not even sound angry. He spoke somewhat softly, and so convincingly that she instantly believed her only chance to survive this encounter was to cooperate.
He rode behind her in the car. Knowing the gun was pointed at her back, she obeyed silently. His instructions were simple. He wanted to see where she lived. What could she do to live through this? And how could she avoid being alone and even more vulnerable to this attacker? Needing more time to think, she took a left at the first stoplight. He immediately leaned closer to her, his voice in her ear and the gun barrel against her ribcage. "Don't play me, bitch. I know where you live, and you just made a wrong turn." She corrected the error, hoping to have the gun removed. No such luck, however. He kept it pressed into her side for the entire brief ride to her apartment.
"He knows where I live," she thought frantically. He carefully orchestrated the entrance to the apartment. Standing extremely close, the bulk of his body hid the gun as she reluctantly unlocked the door to the ground floor apartment. Not that the neighbors would have been any help, anyway. The neighborhood was slightly run-down, an older neighborhood where it was best to just stay out of each others' business. She doubted her neighbors would have helped if they had seen the small gun he held against her as she unlocked the door.
Inside the small dark living room, she waited for instruction or some sign from the large man controlling the situation. After she turned on the lamp in the room, she slowly stole a glance at his face for the first time. He was a big black man, easily able to overpower her even without the wicked little gun he held in one large hand. "What are you going to do to me?" she asked finally, unable to tolerate the silence from him.
The hand that was not holding the gun tangled in her hair. Pulling her toward his body, he pinned her against the wall and kissed her violently. She struggled, refusing to open her mouth for the kiss as his grip tightened in her hair and the gun once again pressed into her side. He spoke into her ear, softly. "I am going to do whatever I want to do. You belong to me now, slut, and if you are really, really good, I might even let you live through the night."
He forced her into the bedroom roughly. The bed took up most of the space in the tiny room, and she shivered at the thought of what he was going to do to her here. He sat on the bed and turned the gun in her direction. "Okay, my slut, take off those clothes. Let me see what I get to play with." Her fingers trembled, and she felt fear rise up in her throat. She unbuttoned the blouse slowly until she realized that he liked the suspense. She pulled the rest of her clothes off quickly, hoping to get the ordeal over with.
"Get on your knees, slut. Let's see if you know how to suck a dick." He stood again, forcing her down when she hesitated. He quickly released the zipper on his jeans and she was at eye level with the largest cock she'd ever seen. With the gun pressed against the side of her head and his other hand gripping her hair, he rubbed the massive shaft on her face. She felt the heat of it and forgot about playing along. When she opened her mouth to scream, however, he shoved the head between her lips.
Unable to pull away from him, the taste of his cock filled her mouth. She put her hands on his thighs and tried to push him back, but he just forced another inch of the thick meat down her throat until she couldn't draw a deep breath. Defiantly, she sank her teeth into the flesh, making little impression on the shaft because her jaws were forced open and he was fully erect. "Did you decide that you don't want to live through the night, my slut?" His voice wasn't particularly harsh, but the words froze her instantly. Relaxing her jaws again, she allowed more of the thick black cock to fill her mouth. She could hear him laughing at her sudden compliance, but she closed her eyes and tried to pretend this was someone else's cock filling her mouth.
It was hard to pretend. This cock was easily twice the size of her ex-boyfriend's member. Still, survival was more important than anything else. She began sucking and licking the head of his penis, using her mouth to stimulate him to even greater arousal. Amazingly, she could even feel the massive thing swelling further. Eyes still closed, she slurped and sucked at the dick while trying to ignore the man to whom it was attached. She actually liked sucking dick under normal circumstances, and she had been told that she was good at it. She could tell by the sounds of pleasure that he liked what she was doing. He moved the gun away from her head and eased his grip on her hair to allow her more movement. She wondered if he would forgo the rape he apparently planned if she agreed to suck him off. It didn't seem likely, but it was definitely worth a try.
With each bob of her head, his hands relaxed a little more in her hair. He tucked the gun back into the pocket of his jeans and pulled out a roll of gray duct tape. "Stand up," he ordered suddenly, pulling his wet cock from her lips so quickly that she almost fell forward. She did so reluctantly, wondering if he planned to tape her mouth shut. Deciding that if she was going to talk him into a compromise, she better do it quickly, she spoke.
"If you like, I could just suck you off." He didn't say anything right away, and she hoped he was considering her offer.
"You want to suck my cock off, bitch?" He didn't sound angry, and his eyes were warmer, so she just nodded hopefully. "You want to suck my cock off and drink my cum, huh? Is that what you want?"
