Claire Escamp looked out of her apartment's peep hole and saw the trademark redshirt, blue pants, and ridiculous visor of the local pizza shop and quickly unlocked her door. It was her first night all to herself, with no friends, no roommate, and no work for months.
As the doorknob turned beneath her hand and she had the door part way open the delivery man shoved hard, causing the door to hit Claire in the head, knocking her backward and stunning her. Before she could react he had closed the door, and flipped the lock shut. In an instant he had sunk a fist into her stomach, and she dropped to her knees.
"What?" Claire thought as a hard slap to the face sent her from her knees to her back. Tears filled Claire's eyes and she looked closer at the delivery driver. He was the same guy who usually delivered to her place. Reasonably good looking, twenty or so years old, muscular, kind of quirky in their short exchanges. But he never seemed dangerous.
Before Claire could snap out of her daze he had unzipped his pants, and pulled out a thick cock. Claire couldn't help but think if he had not just attacked her she probably would have been attracted to it.
"I've wanted you for so long" the attacker said "tomorrow is my last day in town, and I'm going a long long long ways away, so now was a perfect opportunity."
Without another word her assailant grabbed the back of Claire's head and forced his cock inside of her mouth. Claire gagged and tried to pull her head back, but was met with a tremendous force holding her in place. While she gagged and fought and without any further warning, the man reached down and violently thrust two fingers inside of her.
"No panties! What fun...I've always suspected that when you ordered a medium pizza and were by yourself that you did not wear anything under the skirt and flowy tops. I could always tell that your tits seemed to be free when you turned around."
Through a mouth full Claire moaned out in pain, and felt the tears start to roll down her cheeks anew. She had no idea what to do, so for another few minutes she just let him penetrate both of her holes. Grateful that with time her pussy had started to get wetter, and that at least his fingers did not hurt as much anymore.
Slowly the grip on her hair got tighter and Claire was certain that he was close to cumming. "Good" she thought "it'll be over soon that means."
Claire looked up into his eyes, and was horrified by what she saw. The man was grinning from ear to ear, but in a menacing way, in that moment he seemed like the monster in every horror movie she had ever watched.
Without warning the man's cock was out of her mouth, but his hand still held a death grip on her hair. Claire was disappointed, and her face must have shown it.
"Are you sad you didn't make me cum?" He asked while removing his fingers from inside of her.
Claire averted her eyes.
"Did you want it that bad? You'll still get something, don't worry. I just don't want to end everything so fast. I think we could have fun all night."
"No, please" Claire whispered "I just want it to be over please."
If Claire had been looking at him she would have known just how wrong it was to say that. But her eyes were still trained on the ground, and she only heard the rushing noise in the last minute as the man again slapped her hard. But for his hand gripping her hair she would have been laid out flat on the ground. Before the cry of pain had left her lips another slap came, and then another. With the fourth hit he let go of her, and she felt to the ground, hitting her head as she did. Everything went out of focus after that.
"You liked it. Don't ever lie to me again. I felt how soaked you were."
As if to prove it the man rubbed his fingers that had been inside of her against Claire's cheek and pushed one into her mouth. Claire tried to spit it out.
"I'm sorry, you're right, I did."
The man didn't say another word, but pulled from his pocket a knife. In the moment before she saw the knife Claire didn't think her heart could race any harder, but when the blade was in full view her heart rate felt like it tripled, and that it was about to explode out of her chest. The man said something, but she couldn't tell what ,the blood pulsing in her ears, and her own heavy breathing were blocking out all other sounds. She felt the knife against her stomach and kicked out hard to stop whatever he was going to do.
In that moment Claire felt she had power back. The man was staggered from her kicking him in the leg. She rolled over and got up into a fighting stance, she threw a second kick and connected with the man's neck. She ran to her bathroom, knowing that if she was in there someone next door, or outside could at least hear her screaming, and knowing that it was the only room in the condo with a lock. She wanted her phone...but the man was between her and it.
But she wasn't fast enough. The door was almost latched when she felt the thud against it. The first push she was able to stop, but the second thud sent her crashing stomach first into the sink. Instantly the man had grabbed her from behind. With an astonishing amount of strength the man pinned both of Claire's arms with one hand. Again she felt the knife against her skin.
"I told you, I wasn't going to cut you. I told you if you just let me get you out of your clothes I wouldn't hurt you. But you didn't listen. So now I'm going to hurt you."
