*This story has non-consent content, so if that's not your jam, maybe you should read something else. Also this is my first submission, so constructive feedback would be great!*
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Jessica had been at the pub with some of her friends for a few hours, but everything they were saying was starting to sound annoying and boring, which is how she knew it was probably time for her to go home. She'd been at uni all day and the one post-class drink had led to three or four and she had had enough. She said goodbye to her friends and walked to the side of the road to order her Uber, before flicking open her banking app and realising that she just didn't have the $25 to spare to spend on getting home. Reluctantly she opened the metro app, and started walking towards her train station. She hated public transport, but unfortunately she didn't have much of a choice. Once she was on the train she sat down and closed her eyes, leaning her head against the glass of the window next to her. Her trip home took about half an hour so she wasn't too concerned about missing her stop. After a while, she started to get the feeling that someone was watching her, so she opened her eyes and looked around, but it couldn't see anyone apart from a few late night commuters who seemed to be absorbed in scrolling through their facebook feeds. Jessica was used to getting unwanted attention when she was on the train, or anywhere in public, really. She was tall and curvy with long dark hair and a couple of visible tattoos that creeps seemed to always feel entitled to ask her about. She usually tried to stay on guard when it was night time and she was alone, but it was hard to maintain that level of alertness for the whole ride. She closed her eyes again.
Once she got to her stop, she got off the train and started the ten-minute walk back to her place. Even though there didn't seem to be anyone around, she kept thinking she heard some kind of a noise behind her. She turned to see if anyone was there, and when there wasn't she kept walking. As soon as she turned back though, as if out of nowhere, she felt a rough hand grab her by the shoulder and push her into the brick wall she was walking past. Her head cracked against the wall and she felt dizzy and disoriented, but immediately started to struggle against this unknown person who was now holding her by both of her shoulders up against the wall. She started hitting at him wildly with her arms, which were still free, but the man was obviously a lot stronger than her and simply grabbed her by the wrists instead of the shoulders and held her in place.
"No!" she shouted. "Stop! Someone, help!"
He held both of her wrists together above her head with one of his hands, and roughly grabbed her by the throat with the other to get her to shut up. She choked and spluttered, trying to yell for help, but he was holding her throat so tightly she could barely get any noise out. He bent to her ear and whispered into it, "If you try to make any noise or struggle any more, things are going to get really, really bad for you". Her eyes darted around, frightened, trying to look for someone to help her, but realised that it was late, and the park was deserted. No one was coming to save her.
He released her throat and she gasped, struggling for air. Instead of letting her breathe, he raised his hand and slapped her hard across the face, right on her cheekbone. She cried out in pain for just a second before his hand came crashing towards her face again, making her ears ring and her head foggy.
"Now," he said, "Are you going to behave?"
She looked up and him and realised that she had no chance of escaping this guy. He was clearly strong enough to hold her in place with just one of his hands. He was taller than her, and quite muscular with some stubble covering his face.
Not waiting for a response, he started unbuttoning her jeans and pushed them down to her knees, all the while holding her still with his left hand. She was writhing, trying to get him to stop, but ultimately there was nothing she could do, and she knew it. He slipped his hand to her pussy, and started stroking it through her underwear. He could feel the heat of her, and how she was backing away from his hand, trying to avoid what she knew was coming.
"Stop! Why are you doing this?" She sobbed.
He smiled to himself, this was the part he always liked the most. He slowly slid his fingers into her underwear, rubbed over her clit, all the way down to her hole, where he suddenly shoved three of his fingers. Jessica cried out in pain and anger. She wasn't used to having so much in her pussy, and with no preparation she felt like she was being torn apart. She could feel his breath in her ear, getting faster as his fingers worked their way deeper into her.
"I can feel that you're wet," he growled at her. "You're liking this, aren't you, slut."
She fiercely shook her head, and he could see that her mascara had started to run down her face.
"You might not think you like it, but your body is telling me you do. I can feel you getting wetter and wetter the more I force my fingers into you. What a whore".
He started sliding his fingers in and out of her, making her cry out every time he pushed them back into her, and could feel her wetness leaking everywhere over his hand. He forced them into her again, but this time he was sure he heard a small gasp from her, that sounded like she might be enjoying the fact that he was using her pussy. He brought his other hand down from her wrists and yanked the front of her top open, exposing her tits. Her nipples were small and pink, and surprisingly hard. He roughly grabbed one of them, pinching the nipple between his fingers so hard it made her cry out again. He dug his nails into it, leaving marks and making her nipple sting and burn. He slowly slid his other fingers out of her pussy and started making slow circles around her clit with them, which made her start to moan in earnest. He could see her lips were parted, and it almost looked like she was staring into the distance, it seemed like she couldn't properly focus on what was happening to her.
Seeing how good her mouth looked, open like that, he decided he didn't care how much she was enjoying herself. The next thing she knew she was being forced to her knees. He held her by her hair as he undid his own jeans and pushed them down, exposing his cock, which by this point was hard and glistening with pre-cum. He tipped her head back and instructed her to open her mouth. He ran the tip of his cock over her lips, before sliding it deep down her throat in one go. She gagged and struggled, eyes pleadingly looking up at him. Her hands were scratching at his thighs and trying to fight him off, but his hand holding her hair was too strong. He held her in place with his cock down her throat for one or two beats, before pulling it from her throat, and leaving her gasping on her knees on the concrete, tears streaming down her face.
He liked how much of a mess she was, blubbering and whimpering, her face red from where he had hit her. She was trying to cover her breasts from where he'd torn her top earlier, and looking up at him with fear in her eyes. She saw him pulling something from his pocket, it looked like some material. He scrunched it up and forced it onto her face. Then everything faded to black.
