"You can scream if you want, I don't really care," my breath is hot on the back of your neck.
You struggle but my grip on your right wrist is unbreakable. You feel me pull up slightly on your arm as I twist it around behind your back and you involuntarily turn towards the cold grey wall that lines the apartment building's basement laundry room.
All you can think about at first is how your friends always told you not to go down to the laundry room late at night by yourself. Over and over the thought moves through your head even as I begin to kiss your neck and playfully bite at your ear lobes.
Then, in one savage motion I grab hold of the front of your tank top and tear it from your body. Your breasts bounce free and all thoughts of your friends warnings are lost. You let out a little scream of shock but it does nothing to deter me.
You know, as I begin to fondle your bare breasts, that I'm going to have my way with you. My hands are coarse and rough as I squeeze your tits and pinch your nipples firmly. Your nipples are hard, as much out of fear and a rush of adrenaline as from my groping.
As my body presses against yours from behind and I whisper into your ear, you can feel the bulge in my pants press against your back. You become fixated on it and the words I whisper are lost to you. All you can think about now is my hard cock. You find yourself imagining how big it is, how long and a sense of dread passes through you as you realize that sooner or later your going to find out exactly how big it is, sooner or later I'm going to take it out, sooner or later I'm going to shove it into you...your mind is snapped back to the moment as I turn your body to face me and you get your first look at me.
You immediately see that I'm wearing a mask, small and black that covers the upper half of my face. I'm tall, average build, with dark hair. In the brief seconds that you have to study me you find yourself mentally describing me to the police. All you can think to tell them is he was average height and build and all in black. Like Zorro! Funny the things you think when your about to be raped...
Pushing you back against the wall I lower my mouth down to your breasts which are reddened from being grabbed and squeezed. You feel my mouth sucking on your right nipple as my hand fondles your left breast. Your arm is still twisted around behind you, pressed against the wall, but you realize I'm no longer holding your wrist.
For a brief moment you consider trying to push me off of you and making a run for it but before you can decide you feel one of my hands move down between your legs. Through the thin fabric of your pajama pants and your panties I rub my hand across your pussy, my fingers searching for your clit.
You feel my fingers on your clit as I continue to suck on your tits. And you wonder to yourself how long before I slide one of my fingers inside of your pussy, how long before I slide my cock in, how long before I violate you, how long do you have left. Part of you wants to delay the moment as long as possible and the other part wants to get it over with as quickly as possible. But ultimately you know that it's up to me, it will go as slowly or quickly as I choose.
You feel me move my hand from between your legs up to the front of your pants. I slide my hand into your pants and back down between your legs. Rubbing your pussy through just the fabric of your panties it becomes even more intense, more intimate, more real. Your torn between crying, screaming, fighting and giving in. Ultimately you do nothing as I slip you panties aside and my fingers begin to rub against the flesh of your cunt.
You feel me rub your clit roughly but I don't penetrate you. After a moments tease my hand slides back out of your pants and for that brief moment you think maybe it's all over, maybe that's as much as you'll have to endure...