The concert is pounding in your ears. You are in your oversized jacket, covered with patches from heavy metal bands, and your favorite short skirt. The sound of the bass is shaking in your bones. You’ve drifted away from your friends in the darkness and throngs of dancing people, lost in the music and the primal pounding drums.
A hand at your arm. Not an accidental brush, but a firm grip, with purpose. Before you can turn you are pinned against a strong male form, a had over your mouth. You struggle, try to scream, but the firm grip keeps you locked as you are dragged to a dark corner of the venue.
Someone has to notice, you think. Someone will hear the struggle. But the venue is dark, masses of bodies pressing together in a chaotic swirl, and the screams of the vocalist overpower any that escape your muffled lips.
You are slammed roughly against the wall. Lips on your neck, the brush of a strangers teeth on your throat. A hand goes to your waist, drifting down under your skirt, fingers slipping under your panties and feeling your slit. Its only then you realize, with horror, that you are getting wet.
The fingers play for a moment, but not for long. There is a shuffle as the heavy, male weight shifts against you, fighting to keep you pinned. In the dark you can’t see what is happening, but in a moment you feel it. The firm flesh of a cock probing for your folds.
You panic, struggle, try to scream. All of it is stopped by a large hand gripped around your neck. Your hands go to try to pry them off, struggling to breath, in the process opening yourself to the invasion.
With a sudden jolt he is inside you. Thick, with no preamble, he thrusts himself inside you, slamming your back against the wall as he does. Yet, he slides in easier than he should, revulsion filling you as you feel your own wetness easing his passage.
The next few moments are a blur of hard thrusts, at sudden painful angles from below, your struggle to breath, clawing at his vice grip with ever weakening hands, and your vision blurring and spinning. All the while the beat of the music fills you, almost in time with the best of his thrusts.
Suddenly, it’s over. You fall to the ground, gasping and choking, knees buckled. Your pussy is aching, your head spinning. Your attacker, with a quick zip of the pants and a a few steps, vanishes into the dancing, cheering mass. Your trembling finger go to your sex, and come away dripping with your own juices, and the thick white cum now leaking down your thigh.
Source: reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/uwi7dn/m4f_taken_at_the_concert_noncon_risky_public