My Green Bag

TRIGGER WARNINGS PLEASE NOTE: CNC Consensual Non-Consent

Sometimes when I'm lonely or horny, who knows the difference, I like to think back about that night that I gave you everything and you took it.

It was a cool fall evening, I was bundled up, moving quickly because my toes were starting to go numb. I had my sneakers on, my bright green bag across my body, my jeans and jacket not doing much to keep the shivers away. I was making my best effort to stay alert but also not make eye contact with anyone.

It was dark enough that I had to really focus on where I was walking once I got to that darker part of town, trying to make it to my car after closing the library. I was just passing the woods right next to the local park when I heard a branch snap, it was far enough away that I didn't really make an effort to look around, I just kept hustling to my car, to the warmth.

The hairs on the back of my neck standing up should've been my first clue that I wasn't completely alone on this street. A large chill ran down my back at the same time and I chalked it up to the whispers of winter that made their way in after the sun went down. Then I heard it, the slight sigh of someone much too close for my comfort. I tried to very slightly turn my head and look out of the corner of my eye, desperate to not make eye contact.

You were right there, right next to me. You simply smirked and reached out to grab my bag from my shoulder, telling me you liked the color green. My blood ran absolutely frigid. I was frozen in place. Your finger brushed against my cheek as you took it off my body. You laid it on the hood of my car, looked straight into my soul, and whispered "run".

You stepped back for just a moment and I thought I would be able to get my car door open, but the look in your eyes told me that was a very bad idea. I spun around, scanning, searching for somewhere I could get some help. No phone, no weapons, nothing to help me except the hope of escape.

I took off towards the park, running as fast as my legs would carry me, ditching my jacket in the middle of the road, I was definitely no longer cold. I ran into the park and past the lake, down the path towards the denser woods. I was hoping to find a bathroom or building I could hide behind, maybe some people would be in one of them. I ran past bench after bench and not a soul in sight. I glanced back to where my car was and you weren't there any more, somehow my heart started beating faster at the thought that you knew where I was but I couldn't see you.

I took a left turn off the path, past the benches outside the playground, towards the wooded area. The trees stood over me ominously, the wind shaking the leaves back and forth. I could see a small path from people venturing in here so I tried to stick to that. I ran for about 2 minutes before it got extremely dark, whether it was the last of the sun going down or the dense canopy above me, or maybe both, either way I almost couldn't see anything.

I paused for a moment to catch my breath, breathing shakily and as quiet as I could. I heard leaves rustling in front of me and I froze, not breathing, barely able to stand, hoping you hadn't found me. Nothing else happened so I figured it was the wind or a racoon or something.

I started to walk, slower now, trying to avoid making any noise while trying to get my breathing in check. The woods around me went absolutely still and silent. I halted in my tracks, scanning the trees, trying to make out your outline in the dense dark forest around me. You snuck up behind me, getting as close as possible before leaning in and licking the back of my neck, chuckling at my reaction, trying to get away from you. I took off running again, no idea which direction I should be heading, no clue which way would get me away from you as fast as possible.

I could hear your deep laugh behind me, it was like you knew my attempts at escape were futile. Of course you did, we both knew I wasn't leaving the woods tonight until you were done with me. The adrenaline and panic gave me butterflies I didn't want to understand, I just wanted to get out of here.

I came to a fork in the path and tried to decide which way would bring me back to my car but I hesitated for just a second too long. You reached out and grabbed my wrist, pulling me into you and holding me there, grabbing my chin and bringing my eyes to look into yours. I tried to kick you but it was no use, you were faster and stronger, and we both knew it.

You held me by my throat as you started to undress me, long sleeve shirt, belt, jeans, until I stood there in nothing but my shoes, panties, and bra. Shivering, but not from the cold this time. I tried to cover up but you wanted to look at me, you held a wrist while you pulled at your belt, loosening your jeans.

You shoved me down, forcing me into the dirt on my knees. You grabbed me by my hair and shoved your thumb between my lips trying to pry my mouth open. You got two fingers in my mouth and I bit down but you just smiled and pulled your jeans down around your knees so you could shove your fat cock in my mouth. You shoved it in as far as you could, tears welling in my eyes, holding me there on your cock. You held my by my hair and fucked my throat and face, telling me I was a good girl for taking such a big fat cock so well. You shoved me back on the dirt, flat on my back.

You ripped my panties, shoved them in my mouth and told me to shut up. You ate my pussy like you hadn't eaten in weeks, devouring me. I didn't think the pain of the grip you had on my hip and the bite marks you were leaving up and down the insides of my thighs mixed with the pleasure you were bringing to the surface could make me wetter than I already was but I squirt on your face and beard. You bit me so hard you drew blood while you forced your fingers in my cunt, I came over and over, nearly choking on the panties from the muffled screams.

You flipped me on my over, put me on my hands and knees and forced your cock into my pussy. I fell down to my elbows from the force of it, your cock slamming in and out of me, I was barely able to hold myself up. I could feel the bruises already forming on my hips from the vice grip you had on me, were you afraid I was going to get away before you could fill my cunt? I knew there was no escape.

The tears streamed down my cheeks as I lay there taking stroke after stroke until I could feel your cock twitching in my cunt, I could feel every pulse as you unloaded inside me. You let your cock rest inside me, making sure I took every last drop.

You pulled out, slapped my ass, stood up, zipped your jeans, tossed my car keys at my face and walked away whistling.

I sniffled, tears still coming. Hips sore, pussy aching, cum dripping down my legs as I tried to find my clothes. I got dressed in what I could find, stumbled back to my car, and found my bag. Opened my texts to a message telling me "the green bag was a great tell of who to look for, can't wait to do this again". I smirked, wiped away the last of the tears, and drove home to shower off and plan the next meeting.