The Campus Creeper

Hey there! Just to warn you that some people might find the content of this story to be troubling or triggering. Rest assured that it is all fantasy and that I do not condone real acts of sexual assault. It is all for entertainment purposes.

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Ron Hayes sipped his coffee and tried to shake his exhaustion. For the third time in a row this week, he had been assigned to the late-night patrol. Guess that's what happened when you were the new guy, you always got the shit jobs that nobody else wanted. He took another swig of his drink and descended a flight of stairs leading to the back of the dorm building.

The night was warm for this time of year and Ron was grateful for it. He could make it by wearing nothing more than his police uniform shirt, a dark blue design not too dissimilar from what a security guard might wear. Ron stopped at the bottom of the stairs and peered out into the woods searching for sources of light. It wasn't uncommon for students to be out in the woods this time of night to smoke and drink with their friends. The freshmen living in the dorms especially liked coming out to a spot hidden beside a trail nearby. As a campus police officer, it was Ron Hayes' duty to check these smoking spots and try to catch any student he could and slap them with a violation of the campus conduct policy. Getting caught the first few times wasn't that bad but by the third strike, a student could be facing expulsion from campus housing or worse.

Ron spotted a light down a slight incline glowing softly through the trees. He listened closely and heard a few voices talking and laughing and smelled the faint, skunk-like stench of marijuana. Ron sighed, finished his coffee with a big swig, and unclipped his flashlight from his belt. In other times where he tried to bust students they would run off into the woods at the sign of his flashlight and he didn't have a chance to get close to any of them. This time, he moved silently down the hillside path towards the group of smoking students until he was about a dozen or so feet away. It was a group of five or so of them sitting on old white plastic chairs set in a circle around a stump. The light he saw before was an electric lantern sitting in the middle of them. He suddenly flicked his flashlight on and shone it in the faces of the shocked delinquents.

"Hey!" He shouted. "What the hell do you think you're doing?"

The students shot up in surprise, shouted, and began fleeing away into the dark woods behind them. Ron approached the retreating group with an amused look on his face as the "high out of their minds" college kids ran clumsily past each other in unnecessary panic. It's not like he was going to kill them for God's sake. By this point, most of them had fled except for a young woman who was sitting closest to Ron and furthest from the rest of the group. As she tried to get away she had tripped on the roots of a redwood and got her shirt caught on some bush branches. In her inebriated state, she was no match for Ron's speed. He grabbed her by the collar and hoisted her to her legs. The young girl yelped and tried to scramble from his grip but Ron didn't budge one bit.

"What's your name, young lady?" Ron asked in an authoritative voice. As a fit man in his early thirties, he knew he could pose an intimidating figure. Ron was exactly 6 feet tall and kept a well-trimmed beard that accentuated his square jawline.

"Jesse," the young lady said with some hesitance. Ron could tell she was lying.

"Sure it is, miss," he replied sarcastically. "Don't you know how much trouble you're in right now? I've just caught you smoking so if you lie to me your punishment is only going to get worse."

"It's Liz," she said after a moment more. "And I wasn't smoking! I was just down here with some friends chatting."

"Yeah right. I can smell the weed on you from here and you've clearly been drinking," Ron gestured at a pile of beer cans and burnt-out joints sitting on the forest floor. Ron saw dismay building in Liz's pretty, young face as the gravity of her situation dawned on her.

"Please sir, um, officer, I can't get another strike. I could lose my housing next year. I will do anything but just please let me go with a warning or something."

For the first time, Ron had a real good look at the pleading girl in his grip. She was short, about 5 foot 4 with long red hair ending a few inches past her shoulders. Her skin was fair and freckled on her cheeks, with bright emerald eyes begging him for mercy. Ron took in the view of her hungrily, imagining what she must look like under her black sweater and skinny jeans.

"You know," Ron said with audible lust in his voice, "I might just let you go with a warning after all. If you can help me out first, that is." With his free hand, he caressed up her stomach under her sweater and was pleased to feel she had nice athletic abs.

Liz recoiled in a shock away from him but Ron's grip firmly held her in place. She raised her hands as if to slap at him but soon remembered her predicament.

"Come on, Liz, why don't you start with showing me your tits? A quick flash and that's all."

"Just my tits?" she asked reluctantly.

"Let's say we start with that and then I will decide what to do with you."

Liz nodded and Ron released his hold on her collar. Slowly she pulled her sweater over her head and dropped it to the forest floor. She was thin with a runner's physique, muscled and lean. He admired her abs in the light of the lantern and bit his lip. She wore a cute pink sports bra that did a good job of hiding her big tits under her sweater. Ron whistled and pulled Liz in close by the arm. She yelped as he roughly tugged up her bra and let her big tits fall out into the warm evening air. Instinctively she brought her arms up to cover her chest and fend off her attacker, but he growled in anger and slapped her hard across the face.

"I said let me see those tits!" He hit her again with a backhand and yanked her arms together behind her back. She let out another yelp as a set of cold metal handcuffs closed around her wrists.

"No, please stop!" Liz whined in fear at the sudden development. "I thought you were just going to see my boobs and let me go!" Her face still stung where Ron had slapped her.

"I said I'd consider it," he lied.

Ron grabbed each of her ample breasts as he stood behind his handcuffed captive. They were more than a handful and yet firm and soft to the touch. His hands groped them roughly and his thumb and index fingers began to tug and twist at her small pink nipples. Liz let out an involuntary moan from the sudden and aggressive stimulation. She could feel his hard cock pushing through his pants into her back and saw dimly from the light of the lantern his muscular and veiny arms. Liz felt herself getting wet and unwillingly moaned again. Ron laughed at hearing her pleasure and continued his savage attack on her breasts.

After a moment more of lustful groping, Ron's cock was raging hard and ready to burst through his pants. He twisted the small woman around again and forced her to her knees in one smooth motion. He grabbed her by the roots of her long red hair and pushed her face against his crotch.

"Have you ever sucked dick before?" Ron asked, pulling her back so she could respond. He noticed tears had formed in her eyes.

"Y-yes. Only once before." She managed to sputter out.

"I'll help educate you then," Ron smiled evilly as he said it.

He unzipped his pants with one hand and pulled out his large member, letting his hard veiny cock slap Liz in the face as it sprang from his underwear. He could see her eyes widening at his size and girth. This was her first time with a dick this big. Ron grabbed his cock by the base and slapped it down on her face a few more times with a good "smack, smack!" sound. Then he placed the tip of his cock to her lips, a bit of precum smearing her mouth which she closed tightly in reaction. Ron slapped her again, harder than before.

"Open your mouth slut!" He growled and tried to force her mouth open by pinching her jaw.

She nodded no, her lips closed tightly with fear in her eyes. He slapped her again on the other cheek, but despite the pain, she refused to open up. In frustration, Ron grabbed her roughly by the neck and slowly applied more and more pressure.

"Open. You're. Fucking. Mouth. Whore!" Ron shouted at the busty redhead, punctuating each harsh command with a tightening of his grip. Finally, she gasped for air and Ron rammed his cock halfway down her throat in one violent thrust.

"Don't you dare fucking think of using your teeth, bitch," the large man snarled and started to fuck Liz's tight throat, occasionally pulling back to let her breathe before forcing her back on his dick.

Ron was in heaven. Feeling the warm tight throat of this short, busty, college freshmen was better than any blowjob he had had before. With each quick thrust, her gagging massaged the head of his cock and her soft lips felt so damn good wrapped tightly around him. He continued to fuck her throat hard and fast until he felt a tightening sensation in his balls. He quickly pulled out and shot a load of hot cum into her open mouth and across her face and tits as she gasped for air. She recoiled in disgust, but soon she was plastered all over with his seed dripping down her body. Humiliating.

"Fuck yes, baby," he moaned. "You're one nice cock sucker."

Liz gasped again and spit on the ground, shocked and enraged at what had just happened to her. She felt herself soaking through her panties and felt betrayed that her own body would enjoy being face fucked by a total stranger. More cum dribbled down her forehead and to her lips making her spit again.

"Please just fucking let me go now," Liz demanded. "Wasn't that enough?"

"You think I was going to let you get away with a blowjob? No you dumb bitch, I'm going to fuck you." Ron said savagely.

He grabbed Liz by the roots of her hair again and tossed her face down onto the old white plastic chair she was sitting on when he caught her smoking. He slapped her ass hard through her skinny jeans and felt his cock quickly beginning to harden again.

"Please wait!" Liz screamed.

Ron didn't reply, instead grabbing the rim of her pants with both hands and ripping them off of her. He was not disappointed by the sight. She wore a pair of soft pink panties that fit nicely into the crack of her well-toned and muscular ass. She must have been some sort of gym rat, Ron thought as he pulled her panties to the side and spread her ass cheeks. Liz kept shouting more obscenities and abuse at him but Ron was deaf to it as he admired her small pink asshole and recently shaved pussy lips. She was soaking wet and Ron could almost taste how delicious her tight pussy was from where he kneeled. Still ignoring her cries for mercy, he stuck two fingers in his mouth and roughly shoved them into her hot cunt. Liz squealed, but could do nothing but wiggle her ass in a pointless attempt to get away.

She was tight and getting wetter as each thrust of his fingers teased the edges of her g-spot. Liz couldn't help but moan. She began to grind back and forth into the palm of his hand, rubbing her clit against him and sending waves of pleasure up her spine.

"I knew you liked it slut." Ron chuckled. "You were fucking soaking before I even touched you."

"Fuck you!" Liz responded, interrupted when Ron pushed a wet thumb into her asshole.

"Admit it, bitch! You fucking love being treated like a whore," Ron teased.

He began to hit her g-spot more directly, massaging it in a "come-hither" motion with his two fingers. The only response she could muster was another moan. Her humping into his hand became faster. He worked his thumb in and out of her ass, keeping pace with his fingers. Ron could tell she was a virgin in that hole from how much resistance he could feel at his intrusion. Suddenly, Liz felt a building wave of pleasure moving through her body, a burst of euphoria as her orgasm began to get closer and closer.

"P-please...stop." She begged.

She felt so betrayed by her body as the pressure built up further and further. How could she feel so damn good from this man who had just fucked her throat like it was a fleshlight? Ron bent in closer to her pussy and began to work his tongue up and down her slit, sinking it into her entrance while fingering her. Suddenly, the orgasm exploded across her body like a blown fuse and a tingling sensation crawled across her skin. She mindlessly humped against Ron's fingers and tongue, her mind focused only on how fucking good she felt. She barely registered as Ron laughed and smacked her ass, pulling his fingers away from her as the last of her orgasm died down.

Liz finally inhaled deeply, missing the feeling of his fingers inside of her. She soon realized why Ron had stopped. She tried to squirm away as she felt his wide head begin to push against her entrance. She shouted out for help but a muscular hand grasped her throat and pulled her backward, silencing her instantly. Her pussy stretched and filled with his hard, thick, cock in one long thrust.

Ron started to pound away, stretching out the young woman beneath him, enjoying how she moaned and bucked, fighting against her pleasure as he dominated her slutty body. He thrust harder as she adjusted to his size, feeling in ecstasy with each violation of her fertile young cunt.

"Fuck yes, fuck yes baby. That feels so tight," Ron growled, fucking his prey like a wild animal.

The dark woods were filled with the sound of a "smack, smack, smack" as his balls slapped her cunt. He stuck his thumb back into her asshole with his other hand still choking her. She let out a strangled protest but nothing could stop her ravishment.

Despite her best efforts, Liz was starting to feel good again. Her mind was going numb as her pussy gripped the fat cock that was currently forcing itself into her. She felt as if she were on fire from the constant pressure and friction of the chair on her clit. Her nipples were hard and erect, her tits pinned beneath her as she was held down and fucked. She screamed out through the stranglehold in pleasure as yet another orgasm hit her like a truck. She turned into a moaning, shrieking little slut as she arched her back and curled her toes, and shook with overwhelming pleasure.

At the same time, Ron was almost at his limit, and this tight little bitch he was fucking was just begging for his cum. He wanted so bad at that moment to fill her pussy up with his seed and let her cunt milk him for every last drop. However, he had never gotten the chance to fuck a girl in the ass before. His past girlfriends had never let him and he wasn't about to pass up a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity like this.

Ron thrust for a bit longer, enjoying the feeling of Liz cumming on his cock. Once she was done, he pulled out and placed his dick against the entrance of her virgin asshole and began to push the head inside.

"Wait! No no no no!" Liz shouted in pain.

Her ass felt on fire as it parted for her captor's dick. She felt a painful sensation of being filled, as Ron pushed into her at a steady pace. The pain was intense enough to make her gasp until at last Ron had buried his dick to the hilt in her ass. She struggled a bit, trying to adjust to the full sensation until he pulled back out and thrust back in more quickly, painfully stretching her virgin ass to accommodate more of his impressive size. He began to fuck her in earnest once more. Her ass was much tighter than her pussy and the way she bucked her hips made him want to fuck her even harder.

Ron ravaged her virgin ass for about ten more minutes. He grabbed her by her hair again and slammed her onto his cock over and over. She squealed like a pig and shouted with a mix of pain and ecstasy as he slapped her ass hard until both cheeks were bright red and bruised. Ron felt his orgasm begin to build again.

"This is the only decision you get to make tonight, slut," Ron told her. "Where do you want my cum? In your ass or your pussy?" Ron slowed down suddenly and fucked her asshole at a slow steady pace.

Liz looked back at him. She said nothing but bit her lip. Liz had a look on her face with eyes that just begged to be bred. That was enough for Ron to know what she wanted.

"I fucking thought so, slut." Ron pushed himself back into her pussy and fucked her harder than ever before.

Liz moaned and started to thrust back onto his cock, looking back at him again with that slutty begging look. He quickly worked himself to the edge and abruptly exploded inside of her pussy. Waves of pleasure overwhelmed his body and he shot more and more of his seed into Liz's pussy. She squeezed him tighter and moaned, enjoying the sensation of being filled with cum.

"God that was fucking nice," Ron said, getting up and putting on his pants.

He uncuffed Liz and then ripped her panties off of her ass and shoved them into his pocket.

"These will be my little souvenir," he told her with a grin. "You're free to go now. Don't let me catch you down here again."

Ron left her there panting. Alone in the woods at night, with a huge load of cum dripping from her pussy. Eventually, she pulled her bra and sweater back on, pulled her pants back up, and walked back to her dorm room with cum plastered on her face and leaking down her leg.