u/ladymillionaire

I’m walking home from the campus library late at night after the busses have stopped running. I’m wearing my low cut top that shows off my breasts, and I know I look good in it. I can tell by how horny I’ve been that I’m probably ovulating right now. The air is cool and feels good on my exposed chest and neck, wind softly blowing my hair back as I walk. I’m about to cross a pedestrian bridge across the freeway, one of the few spots without many streetlights, when I feel a large hand clamp over my mouth while another tears my backpack from me. I’m dragged towards the parking lot, trying my best to throw off my attacker but he’s managed to use one of his arms to cage mine behind my back. He’s much bigger than me, and his hand over my mouth and nose threatens to smother me until I pass out.

He pulls me toward an empty field bordering the freeway and throws me to the ground. Out of breath, I can only let out a weak cry before he’s on top of me. His hand on my throat and a gruff command: “Don’t.” warns me not to make another noise. Pushed into the dirt, I realize I’m much too scared to fight back and just grasp his wrist at my throat and nod.

He makes quick work pushing up my shirt and ripping my panties down my legs. I think he shoves them in his back pocket, but I can barely make out his silhouette in the darkness. I have to bite down on my lip, hard, to prevent a scream when he shoves two of his fingers into my cunt, but it doesn’t hurt nearly as much as it should. I always feel slightly wet when ovulating, and a dark part of me is a little grateful how it might work in my favor now.

I think he notices that my body is quickly preparing for his cock as he pumps his fingers into me. He pulls out after a moment, his belt and zipper clink, and then I’m forced open by a massive cock. I can’t move, make a noise, or even breathe as he’s thrust all the way into me. My finger dig into his wrist because I need something to hold onto, to ground me, as I begin to feel myself dissociate from it all.

He pulls my top down and then my bra is gone; he’d pulled a pocketknife from somewhere and cut it down the middle. He must be playing with my tits, I guess, because I can barely feel anything except his cock pummeling into me. I think I pass out. I think I start floating. Has he choked me out? Is this what oxygen deprivation feels like?

His thumb strokes my clit and I’m violently pulled back into my body. I’m hyperaware of every inch of my skin, hot and flushed and sweating. I think I must be cumming, my body unable to tell that whatever stimulus it’s receiving was not wanted. I can feel him continuing to stroke my clit as my soaked cunt pulses around him. He leans forward, even more of his weight pressing down on my throat. He’s grunting like a beast, and rutting like one too. He must be cumming in me, mixing with the other fluids dripping from me. I barely register him pulling away until his cock slips out.

It takes me a few minutes to really come back to myself after laying there taking deep breaths. I fix my clothes, taking my ruined bra with me. I find my backpack a few feet away and shove my bra in there. Slowly, I make my way back to my apartment. I have to triple check that I’ve turned the deadbolt until I begin to feel at least a little protected. That is, until my phone pings from a text message. I almost don’t bother to check it, but the message on my lock screen draws me in immediately. “I’ll find you again” it reads, from some random number. Then, a photo pops up. It’s me, in the field, eyes glossed over from nearly passing out. I don’t remember him taking it, but there I am with my tits out on display and a thick cock buried inside of me.

I’m walking home from the campus library after the busses have stopped running. I’m wearing my low cut top that shows off my breasts, and I know I look good in it. I can tell by how horny I’ve been that I’m probably ovulating right now. The air is cool and feels good on my exposed chest and neck, wind softly blowing my hair back as I walk. I’m about to cross a pedestrian bridge across the freeway, one of the few spots without many streetlights, when I feel a large hand clamp over my mouth while another tears my backpack from me. I’m dragged towards the parking lot, trying my best to throw off my attacker but he’s managed to use one of his arms to cage mine behind my back. He’s much bigger than me, and his hand over my mouth and nose threatens to smother me until I pass out.

He pulls me toward an empty field bordering the freeway and throws me to the ground. Out of breath, I can only let out a weak cry before he’s on top of me. His hand on my throat and a gruff command: “Don’t.” warns me not to make another noise. Pushed into the dirt, I realize I’m much too scared to fight back and just grasp his wrist at my throat and nod.

He makes quick work pushing up my shirt and ripping my panties down my legs. I think he shoves them in his back pocket, but I can barely make out his silhouette in the darkness. I have to bite down on my lip, hard, to prevent a scream when he shoves two of his fingers into my cunt, but it doesn’t hurt nearly as much as it should. I always feel slightly wet when ovulating, and a dark part of me is a little grateful how it might work in my favor now.

I think he notices that my body is quickly preparing for his cock as he pumps his fingers into me. He pulls out after a moment, his belt and zipper clink, and then I’m forced open by a massive cock. I can’t move, make a noise, or even breathe as he’s thrust all the way into me. My finger dig into his wrist because I need something to hold onto, to ground me, as I begin to feel myself dissociate from it all.

He pulls my top down and then my bra is gone; he’d pulled a pocketknife from somewhere and cut it down the middle. He must be playing with my tits, I guess, because I can barely feel anything except his cock pummeling into me. I think I pass out. I think I start floating. Has he choked me out? Is this what oxygen deprivation feels like?

His thumb strokes my clit and I’m violently pulled back into my body. I’m hyperaware of every inch of my skin, hot and flushed and sweating. I think I must be cumming, my body unable to tell that whatever stimulus it’s receiving was not wanted. I can feel him continuing to stroke my clit as my soaked cunt pulses around him. He leans forward, even more of his weight pressing down on my throat. He’s grunting like a beast, and rutting like one too. He must be cumming in me, mixing with the other fluids dripping from me. I barely register him pulling away until his cock slips out.

It takes me a few minutes to really come back to myself after laying there taking deep breaths. I fix my clothes, taking my ruined bra with me. I find my backpack a few feet away and shove my bra in there. Slowly, I make my way back to my apartment. I have to triple check that I’ve turned the deadbolt until I begin to feel at least a little protected. That is, until my phone pings from a text message. I almost don’t bother to check it, but the message on my lock screen draws me in immediately. “I’ll find you again” it reads, from some random number. Then, a photo pops up. It’s me, in the field, eyes glossed over from nearly passing out. I don’t remember him taking it, but there I am with my tits out on display and a thick cock buried inside of me.