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Trigger warning: rape
There was a light chill in the air as she nervously made her way down the dimly lit walkway. Her coat wasn’t very heavy and what she wore beneath it didn’t do much to warm her, little black dresses and lace undergarments weren’t exactly made to fight the lingering winter breeze. The night was almost glaringly quiet, the silence so loud it almost screamed. She could hear her heels clicking along the pavement as she nervously looked around the park.
‘I wonder if he’s here yet,’ she thought to herself, anxious to call him and check. She reached for her phone on impulse and remembered quickly that she had left it in her car. She needed to stay in character and stay in the moment. She was really beginning to consider turning back, her walk taking her towards a couple off in the distance. She heard a sound and paused, listening closely as she stood still to silence her steps. She shook her head and continued walking and she heard it again. They were footsteps. Her face flushed and she wondered if it was him. She hugged her coat tighter together and picked up her pace a little bit, hearing the footsteps speeding up to match hers.
Her heart began to race, she hoped and prayed it was him but that little piece of her that was afraid it was someone else, that part of her that felt like prey, she was wet. Biting her bottom lip in anticipation she slowed down her walk a little glancing back and catching sight of a man dressed in dark clothing, wearing a mask. Her breath caught in her throat. Had they agreed on a mask? Was it him? She stood still without realizing as he drew closer and closer, trying to make out whether she should make it easy for him to get close or if she was wrong and she was truly in danger. Before she could decide he had come upon her and grabbed her, wrapping his arm roughly around her shoulder and holding her tight to him, something glistened in his other hand and he held it against her side, looking down she realized he had a knife. With a sharp inhale, her mouth gaped open to scream but he pressed his glove encased hand to her and gripped her face roughly, covering her mouth and steering her off the path leading her towards an unmarked van nearby.
He shoved her roughly towards the vehicle and only drew the knife away from her side long enough to open the back of the van and practically throw her inside. Confused and unsure she crawled away from him and further into the van as he climbed in with her, shutting the door behind him. She opened her mouth to speak, but before she could even say anything he had shoved a gag between her lips. She wasn’t sure if she was in the right place. She was beginning to doubt herself and feel truly afraid as the man handled her like a rag doll. He roughly positioned her arms above her head and she struggled against him, her fear growing as she was pushed further than she ever anticipated.
She whimpered against the gag and really tried hard to pull away. This had to be wrong. He wouldn’t treat her like this not even in a game. His hand came across her face with a loud slap that seemed to thunder in the small confined space, her eyes watering. What had she gotten herself into? The person she had assumed was her boyfriend, had become a stranger in her mind. Surely, he would worry when she was already missing from the path. Her mind raced as her hands were bound together and hooked above her in the ceiling of the van, leaving her to kneel to keep from straining her wrists. She began to cry as he took the blade back into his hands. He didn’t smell familiar now that they were in such close proximity. She couldn’t smell much more than the scent of soap and the familiar stench of ammonia. She finally reacted enough to look around and take in her surroundings. There were cleaning supplies of in one corner of the dark van, the small windows hardly let any light in and she could only make out the general shape of the male figure. Her abductor. He knelt in front of her with the blade in his hand and she tried to struggle or speak. She was bound and hooked in a way where her legs were trapped under her and her arms were not gripped enough for her to pull herself up and kick him.
“Settle the fuck down whore,” he said in a rough whisper. He seemed to be intentionally changing his voice and for a second relief swept over her, maybe it was him. He came closer to her and brought the blade close to her cheek, the scarce light still managing to make it shine and fill her with fear. “Move if you want to get cut bitch.”
At this point she was so terrified her chest was heaving and she had to force herself to calm down and avoid pressing herself to his blade. She managed to kneel there, completely still as he grazed the tip of the blade down her cheek, along her jaw. She held her breath as the blade grazed her neck and she gasped when he nicked her chest lightly, drawing a thin stream of blood as he arrived at her coat. He grabbed her coat violently pulled it away from her body, slashing at the buttons so that they fell off and exposed her barley clothed body. She had chosen something sexy to wear for her lover, her black dress hugged the curves of her body so well and her position on her knees had made the dress ride up high on her thighs, A shiver ran up her spine as he flicked the knife against the hem of her skirt, easily cutting through the delicate fabric, he finally put the knife aside for a moment and gripped each side of the split dress in his palms, pulling hard and ripping the fabric, making her whole body jerk with his strength. Her face flushed as her body was further exposed to him. She knew what he would find between her legs and she was so ashamed. Her little cunt was so wet. As scared as she was and as uncertain as he had made her, she almost didn’t care if he was a stranger. She knelt there in a dimly lit van, her hands bound and hooked above her, her arms strained, and her clothing cut open, exposing her black lace bra and panties that hardly hid her body in their stark contrast to her warm skin tone. She watched him in a trance as he removed his gloves and brought his hot bare fingers to her exposed thighs, the van was just as cold as the night breeze and her nipples strained against the soft intricate material. His rough fingers grazed her exposed skin as his hands traveled up her thighs. She instinctively clenched her legs together, even more ashamed as the gag stifled her moans. She didn’t want him to feel how wet she was. She was so drenched; her puffy pussy lips were sensitive and even her soft lace panties felt rough as they pressed against her. He roughly grabbed her knees and parted her thighs. Unable to gasp all she could do was tremble as his rough handling pushed her panties between her slit, making them slide against her sensitive clit, sending a pulse right through her, her fuck hole clenching at nothing and her nipples straining more in arousal than cold at this point.
“I can see your pussy shining from here whore,” he said to her, speaking roughly and deep, if his aim was to sound unfamiliar he had accomplished it. She was sure she had fucked up and fallen into some twisted plot that ended badly but as he stared at her drenched pussy she could only think about what kind of weapon he had beneath his black pants. She felt sickened by her thoughts as he drew closer and brought his fingers to her pussy. She looked down at herself and the obscene sight fueled her arousal further. There was a red streak across her chest where he had cut her and a path of droplets that had crawled down her chest and between her breasts, her lace bralette had such a wide pattern that most of her skin was exposed and her hard nipples strained against the delicate pattern, her knees were parted roughly by her captor and her pussy was spread open, her lace panties buried between her glistening nether lips, her juices dripping out of her hole and drenching where the lace that was wedged into her. He roughly grabbed her panties and jerked them up and down, assaulting her sensitive clit and teasing her opening with them.
“Look at how wet you are. You sick slut. How desperate your little cunt is.” His voice and his touch were rough, she felt so ashamed but so damn good. Her eyes watered as he continued to manipulate her lace panties, driving her crazy as he rubbed them against her clit and pulled them tighter and tighter against her, making them wedge into her ass and causing her sopping wet cunt to slosh against her little asshole as the lace wedged deep into her slit and drew forth her juices. She was completely soaked. He yanked her panties down and she sighed in relief, the pressure on her clit was almost unbearable. It was so overstimulating she almost couldn’t take it anymore.
Her relief didn’t last long. He grabbed her arms and pulled her from the hook, her hands still bound he shoved her on her hands and knees, shoving the remains of her coat and dress up her body to expose her ass to him. He came close to her and shoved her into position, grabbing her by the hips and adjusting her so that her face was against the floor of the van, her bound arms rested against the floor as well, on her knees she whimpered and cried against the gag, she couldn’t move. Her strength was so drained but she made an attempt to pull herself away, dragging her chest against the van and trying to wiggled out of his grasp. Had she the manner to, she would have gasped and cried out as he smacked her ass hard, just three quick and painful slaps. “Settle the fuck down or I’ll get the knife again.” His voice was so commanding and assured, she groaned and held still, hearing the sound of his pants coming undone, and feeling them hit the sides of her knees as they dropped around his. He was positioned behind her and in the dark van with her face pressed tight to the floor, she could see nothing, all she could do was feel. She knew it had to be his cock when she felt it, so hot and hard against her pussy. He slapped her cunt with his thick hard tool, laughing as she winced under him, her body jerking in response to his heavy cock hitting her hypersensitive cunt.
“You dirty little slut. Look how wet you are for this big cock. You act so afraid with your cries and your tears, but your pussy is crying more than your eyes. Your needy little fuck hole is sobbing for my cock you filthy whore,” his words fill her with shame, but that did not change the truth behind them. She moaned against her gag as he shoved the head of his cock between her creamy pussy lips, wedging it against her tight opening and shoving into her fuck hole. His thick cockhead spreads her tight little pussy and her juices poured around his cock as he forced the tip of his fat prick into her and proceeds to sheath himself inside her, balls deep with one strong thrust. His hot member throbbing inside her and pulsing against her inner walls. He feels so big and she began to realize that she really has no idea whose cock was buried so deep inside her. He took a firm grip of her hips and begins to work her pussy around his weapon of choice. Her aggressor groaned in pleasure as he stirred his cock in her needy little cunt, his thick length not only hitting deep inside her, but rubbing against her warm soft insides, bringing her closer and closer to the edge. “You really are disgusting. At least your pussy is honest.“ He grabbed her by her hair and pulled her up against him, his cock fully encased as he pulled the gag from her mouth.
“Let me go you fucking pig,” she screams as she comes to her senses for a moment and struggles to pull away from him. He grips her hair tighter and makes her whimper, bringing his other hand to cover her mouth, he whispers roughly in her ear.
“Listen here bitch, I’m fucking balls deep and I’m going to fuck you and use you until I am done. Your filthy little cunt is having a great time so I suggest you get the fuck on board and tell me how much you are enjoying this cock.” He kept his hand over her mouth but released her hair, bringing his hand to her clit instead and rubbing her just aggressively enough for it to feel good and hurt at the same time. Her chest began to heave as he forced her body towards orgasm. He began to bounce her on his cock as he worked her over and he slowly released her mouth, her moans and whimpers filling the van. She couldn’t take it. It felt so fucking good. With one hand free and the other working over her hard little nub, the stranger whose cock she was impaled on began to fondle her body more freely. She whimpered in shame but couldn’t stop the whimpers from ending in moans and her sounds went from desperate fear to desperate desire real fast. He pinched and flicked her hard little nipples in turn, twisting them and tugging at them more roughly than she had ever been handled. He slid his hand along her chest where blood and sweat had mingled to make a mess of her, his hand dragging the red streaks toward her neck as he took her throat in his grip.
“You should be as honest as your dripping cunt whore, you like getting fucked like this. You sick pathetic cock hungry bitch. This is exactly what you begged for, dressing the way you do, walking alone so late at night. This is what you wanted isn’t it? You dirty bitch. Say it.” He tightened his hand on her throat, almost restricting her speech.
She couldn’t hold it back any longer she was going to cum, she was going to cum so hard, “I love it, I love your big strange cock deep inside me,” she confessed, whimpering as she spoke, tears of shame running down her face as he continued to bounce her on his cock, hitting her spot over and over. She was so close. “I’m going to cum all over your big cock sir,” she cried out, panting and struggling to breath in his grip, her orgasm washing over her. He held her throat tight and her body went lax as her orgasm swept over her and she felt her release wash over her. She cried out in mixed pleasure and shame as she squirted all over his cock, drenching them both in her release. Her moans mixed with sobs as he shoved her down and pulled his cock out of her, bringing his slick head to her asshole. She had cum so hard and so much that she was ready for him. Her tight little asshole offered the standard amount of resistance, but his cock was so slick and lubed by her orgasm that he managed to shove his thick long tool into her without too much effort. She could feel her ass gripping his big cock, she had never had such a big one back there and even though it hurt almost unbearably, it also felt good in the way pain gave her pleasure.
He slapped her ass hard as he worked his big prick in and out of her puckered little ass, her hot tight hole gripping him so hard. “You’re asshole is so tight you dirty bitch, I’m surprised at how good you are taking this big hard cock. Maybe I’ll let you cum again after I fill you.” He gripped her hips and rammed her ass hard making her bounce and shake, her screams getting so loud as he fucked her senseless. She didn’t even know what was happening anymore. All she knew was that his cock felt so damn good but she needed more. Her hands were bound and she had no way to touch herself.
“Please rub my clit,” she begged, the volume of her voice loud but saturated with pleasure and need, “Please!” she begged him as he continued to ram her ass.
He pulled his cock out of her ass and slapped it against her pussy, hitting her hard clit and making her cry out. He shoved two finger into her punished little asshole and continued to slap his cock on her clit, making her whimper and moan. “I wanna cum. Please.” She begged as he drove her close to the edge again. As he continued to finger her as he shoved his cock into her pussy and fucked her with long slow strokes.
“First you’re going to beg me for my cum,” he said to her, his tone commanding. He fucked her little pussy harder, his fingers still working her abused little asshole as his balls slapped against her needy clit with each deep thrust.
“I want it,” she confessed, her voice pained as she admitted out loud how desperate she was for him. “Please sir, please fill me with your hot load. I want it so badly, I want it more than anything,” she begged him, her breathing ragged and her chest heaving, her words a mix between moans and screams, she finally admitted it. Riding the high of her shame and pleasure she confessed to him, “I want you cum sir, I don’t care who you are, I’m a desperate cum slut and I just want you to fill my holes. Please. Please fill me with your hot load sir. I need it so badly.”
He grabbed her again and pulled her against his body with his cock buried deep inside her, she clenched her pussy around him, making herself throb and pulse around his big thick dick, wanting to milk his cock. Truly in need of his hot seed. Desperate for his praise in form of his pleasure, she was fulfilled as he gripped her tightly against him and his cock began to pulse and twitch inside her. She could feel his hot seed shooting into her cunt, filling her so much that their mixed juiced dripped out of her and coated his balls. She cried out in shame and pleasure as she writhed against him and came all over his cock once more.
Source: reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/ohilpp/is_it_him_mf_reluctancecnc