Many men and woman have fantasies involving forced sex, and this story is intended as a fantasy. It is not meant to condone rape in any way.
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Nick had been watching her for a while. Or, perhaps more accurately, they been watching her. The way she walked around the office in those slightly-too-revealing outfits. The tight, short skirts, the transparent blouses, the low-cut tops... tits hanging out every time she leaned over.
He knew how much she enjoyed turning men on, teasing them. He'd seen her touching herself too. She didn't know anyone saw that. So tonight the boss arranged for her to work late, waiting until the parking garage would be empty. He moved his van next to her car, and waited. She didn't look nervous as she get off the elevator. Even walking across the dark garage, her heels echoing on the cement, she still had that hot attitude. She got to her car and put the key in the door, just as he stepped from behind his van. She must have caught a glimpse of him in the car mirror, because she gasp and started to turn. But she was startled, and Nick wasn't... he was ready.
He grabbed her hands and pulled them behind her back. He held her wrists pinned together, as he kicked her legs out from under her. He slammed her down on the hood of her car, hard, knocking the wind out of her. He hoped he didn't bruise those sexy tits.
He pulled her back to her feet. She started to say something, her voice frightened now, but he slapped her across the face.
"Keep your fucking mouth shut."
He shoved her into the back of his van, climbed in, and pulled the door closed behind them. She looked at him in the darkness, maybe recognizing him, but she kept her mouth shut. She learned fast, which made things easier for Nick.
The plan was for him to gag her, tie her up, and take her to the club. But what the hell... his cock was hard as a rock, and she was so damn sexy.
He reached over and pulled her blouse open, popping the buttons. She didn't resist. She knew what was coming. Like he said, she was smart.
He paused for a moment, enjoying the sight of her tits spilling out of her lacy bra. He looked at her face. Her lips were quivering a little, and her breath was coming in short gasps. She was really scared, but she wasn't losing control. Sexy as hell.
He told her to strip, just once, in a low threatening voice. She looked around the van quickly, but she could see there was no escape route, and nothing she could use as a weapon. So she did as he said, slowly taking off her bra, letting him see her rosy nipples, then kicking off her shoes, pulling off her skirt, then her pantyhose. While she undressed he pulled open his pants and took out his cock. It was stiff and really throbbing, the veins bulging, pre-come oozing from the tip. She stared at it and licked her lips. He noticed her nipples were hard. "Shit," he thought... "she's enjoying this!"