Tara grew up in the perfect suburban family. Her mom and dad spent several thousand dollars and several hundred hours sending her to the various gymnastics, tumbling, and cheer camps as a kid, and it paid off in the form of a scholarship to cheer for the biggest university in the state. It was a dream come true for any girl. Tara had the slight build of a cheerleader and was a flyer for the squad. She didn’t have much experience with guys but any time Randy or Travon, the male cheerleaders she partnered with, lifted her and had their massive hands up her skirt and on her bottom she would always get an ache deep inside and be left longing for more. She was way too timid to ask a guy for more, or even to talk to the hotties she saw daily on campus. She was too focused on academics and the possibility of pharmacy school to be tempted by the parties and the boys.
Cheer took her around the country, football and basketball and occasionally baseball – she got to see parts of the country she never dreamed of. The unfortunate side effect of this was that she often got home late which meant a walk to the dorm alone and in the dark. Her dad had given her a small cannister of pepper spray that attached to her keychain so she felt less scared than she should have been.
Rick had been watching her since the first semester she got on campus. The small blonde with perky tits and a dump truck ass was just his type. She walked like she owned the world, like nothing bad ever happened to blue eyed blondes. She would find out very, very soon.
The had played Georgia that night and the cheer squad had made the trip. By the time the bus got back from Athens it was dark, and to make matters worse, raining. That meant a long walk to her dorm in the rain. The other girls could take the transit to their off campus apartments, but as the only freshman member of the travel squad she had to live on campus meaning a walk in the dark, cold, rainy night. But she wouldn’t make it far.
Rick was a loner, always had been. He was 43 and worked in the IT department on campus. He had been passed over twice for promotion for less qualified people and had never had a girlfriend to speak of. He had started his deviance with cam girls on sites like Jerkmate which escalated to custom videos from Only Fans girls and eventually spending most of his measly paycheck on escorts. He wasn’t bad looking, but he wasn’t good looking either. His lack of style and personal hygiene certainly didn’t help either. It was girls like Tara that had never given him a chance. They turned their nose up at a nice guy like him and snubbed him for the hot jocks. Brawn always trumped brains when it came to sex.
Tara never heard Rick as he walked swiftly up behind her. She had her hood up and airpods in. The pepper spray was useless in its leather case on the keys that were still in her bag. One minute she was walking home carefree, and the next she found her self waking up in a small dingy basement chained to a pipe in the wall. She was still clothed in her university windbreaker given to each member of the cheer squad, and her hair was still pulled back in a pony tail and damp from the rain. She hadn’t been out long. There was a small window and she could see the glow of a street light shining through the dark.
“Glad you’re awake” the voice startled her. Rick already had his cock out and was stroking it. The precum on his dick glistened in the pale street light shining through the window. “What… what are you… where am I?” Tara asked and Rick chuckled in reply, “Don’t be a stupid bimbo. Your chained in a basement with a stranger who is actively stroking his cock. You know what comes next, or should I spell it out for you?” He grabbed a large hunting knife from the table by his chair and on the hardwood floor he scratched the letters R-A-P-E.
Tara knew it was inevitable. She knew it was give in or die. She knew she had one chance to live through this ordeal. “You don’t have to rape someone who is willing hun.” she spread her legs and beckoned with a finger. Rick chuckled and left the knife on the table. “Take them off” he said and she slid the pants down revealing her soft white cotton panties. The shirt and jacket couldn’t come off so easy he realized. She was still chained by the wrist to the pipe in the wall. Nothing the knife couldn’t fix though. He picked it up and slid the cold steal across her cheek, “Now don’t move. I would hate to cut you” He sliced through her top like butter, and then pressed the blunt end of the blade against he sternum to do her bra. H struggled with the thick material but in the end he got it with no blood shed. She sat there topless, trying to cover her 36Cs with the unchained hand. Rick slid the chair closer to her now and sat back down. In one hand he held the large knife and the other he held his growing cock. “If you use teeth, you lose teeth.” he said and reached out to grab her by the ponytail. His cock smelled bad, like old cheese, and tasted even worse but she knew she had to make him believe. She took his cock down her throat with ease but pretended to gag at the base. She eagerly sucked him, stopping occasionally to lick his hairy ball sack. She felt him tense and knew he was close which spurned her own, hoping to finish him quickly. He pushed her away and stood. She knew what was next and her heart sank even more. If she could have finished him with her mouth maybe she could have figured out how to escape before… “Pull off your panties and hand them to me.” She did as told and he took a big whiff before telling her to stand up. “Hands against the wall, feet apart.” She looked at the knife and did as ordered. Tears rolled freely down her face as she felt him push inside her from the back. She had only had sex with one other guy, and then only twice. He grabbed her hips and pushed all the way inside her, plunging to the depths of her cunt. “You’re such a nasty slut aren’t you? I knew you wanted this cock. Look how wet you are.” Sure enough her pussy had betrayed her. Not only was she wet but she was on the verge of orgasm. “Take my cock dirty whore.” He slapped her ass gently at first, then harder and harder till the sting mixed with the pleasure of his sex and the two feelings became one. Then he wrapped his hand around her throat and started choking her. He cut the air off to her lungs completely and as her vision began to dim she orgasmed uncontrollably on his dirty cock. Her knees gave way and she fell to the floor shaking with spasms of pleasure. He fell on top of her and spat in her face. “Wake up bitch, I’m not done” He rolled her over on the cold floor and spread her legs as she lay prone. She felt one, then two, and finally three fingers go in her pussy then he rubbed the wetness of them against her ass. What came next caught even her by surprise. He rammed his cock deep inside her asshole. The pain almost caused her to pass out again. It felt like her entire ass had been ripped open. She screamed louder than she thought possible. He pushed her screaming face against the ground and pounded her virgin ass and called her every name she had ever heard. Finally she felt him strain against her and felt the warmth of his cum as it filled her ass. He pulled out leaving a trail of cum against her thigh. “Sluts always give up EVERY hole. You better learn to accept that so it wont hurt as bad next time.” Then he was gone. Up the stairs and she was alone, naked and hurting. She laid silently sobbing for several minutes in a state of unbelief. How could this happen to her….
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