The song blared on her headphones. She clung to her phone, 911 already programmed into it and just waiting for her to make the call. Her steps were hurried, her heels clanking against the pavement. She risked a look over her shoulder. He was still there, following closely. Her heartbeat sped up and she crossed the street. A moment later, the man did the same.
As much as she wanted to deny it, the rush of being followed turned her on. She felt her pussy getting excited, wetter. Her thighs stuck together as she walked, wet with her arousal. She shook her head and told herself to be reasonable. Not to give in to her sick, twisted fantasies. Her therapist wouldn’t approve. She needed to keep a level head, not start fantasizing about what the stranger would do to her.
She’d listened to all the advice. She was walking down a well-lit street, had called her friend, covered her revealing outfit with a coat. But the man was relentless, following her since she’d left the club. Fear gripped her heart with cold, unforgiving fingers. She felt helpless like this, until she saw another figure approaching her on the pavement.
She ran up to him and threw her hands around his neck to fool the stalker. Leaning to whisper in his ear, she said, “I think I’m being followed. Can you walk with me?”
The man gave a barely perceptible nod and she pulled back with relief. They stayed in place and she smirked at the stalker who passed them. He looked disappointed but she was merely grateful for the reprieve. Her pussy, however, was not. She fought off the feeling of disappointment.
“I’m so sorry,” she gushed to the stranger. She risked a look at him. He was tall, handsome. Her heart sped up for a different reason this time. “He was so creepy.”
“It’s okay,” her savior smiled confidently. “Do you want me to walk you somewhere? Make sure he doesn’t come back?”
She nodded eagerly.
“I’m parked right around the corner. Want to come with me? I’ll drive you.”
“Thank you for doing this,” she said. “I’m so glad I ran into you.”
She followed him to his car, a black, expensive-looking ride. He opened the door for her, a perfect gentleman. She got in and put her seatbelt on and he joined her. Calming music played on the speaker as he started his car.
She risked a look at him. He was so handsome. Maybe her night would turn around after all.
“Do you mind?” he asked. “I just have to drop something off first.”
“Sure.” She wasn’t sure. But she didn’t want to be rude. The car pulled away and the stranger locked the doors. She glanced at him with fear.
“Don’t worry,” he smiled confidently, flashing her his perfect teeth. “I won’t hurt you.”
She settled into her seat with a sigh of relief. This guy was her savior, unlike the creep who’d followed her home. She had nothing to worry about. She was safe now. After all, he’d promised.
Her fingers snuck under the skirt she was wearing, and she glanced at the man to make sure he hadn’t noticed. Her thumb gently outlined the shape of her pussy, her panties wet with arousal.
He glanced at her and she quickly pulled her hand away. He hadn’t noticed, had he? She smiled shakily.
Minutes later, the guy pulled up in front of a house. He asked her to wait in the car, locked her in for her safety. She watched with trepidation as he entered the house. They were in a shitty part of town now, but the fear didn’t set in until the door of the house opened and several people exited.
All men.
All bigger, stronger than her.
Excitement and dread flooded her mind and pussy.
They surrounded the car, and she shifted her position nervously. The guy who helped her came out then, unlocking the car. He opened the passenger door and grabbed her shoulder. He wasn’t the kind stranger she thought him to be. He was rough now, insistent as he dragged her out. She stumbled on the pavement.
“You said she was hot,” one of the others complained. “Doesn’t seem like much of a looker to me.”
“She’ll do,” another one smirked, tugging at her coat. “But not for the price you wanted.”
“A hundred, then,” her savior offered, making her heart palpitate. “Come on. You can do whatever you want to her. She’s not that bad. Bitch was so desperate she almost fingered herself on the ride over.”
She glared at him, feeling betrayed.
Another man tore at her coat, and she shrieked as he exposed her outfit, barely covering her skin.
“Eighty,” someone else said.
“Fine,” her savior hissed. “Pay up.”
Money changed hands and all she could do was stare helplessly at the man she thought would help her.
“You said you weren’t going to hurt me,” she whispered when he ripped her handbag out of her fingers.
“I won’t,” he smirked, pointing to the group of thugs with hungry eyes and evil smirks. “But they will.”
***
**Hi everyone!**
**I really hope you enjoyed the first part of this dark, twisted story. Doing a fun little thing where** u/CompassionAndKink **and I are writing together. He will post the second part! I can’t wait for you to cum I mean come on this journey with us (:**
**Xo Doll**
Source: reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/mapjhg/mf_dark_twisted_collab_you_promised_not_to_hurt
Should have fingered herself in the car, she could have gotten 90.