r/HelplessFantasies

\~ this is a bit of a long read. \~

It all started on a lovely little app. I noticed that she, like many other ladies, liked to post a lot about how she wanted to be used and abused, carry out rapeplay, degraded, etc etc. You guys know the type. Normally I’d pass over accounts like this, but she had followed me, so I decided to reach out instead of just scrolling through as I normally do. Simple message that appealed to what she was seemingly into:

\*“You’re hilariously desperate. I’ve never done CnC with a whore before. Guess you’ll be my first.”\*

And there begun what would soon play out to be a fantastic and adrenaline peaking time in a park in front of a bar.

She expressed how that got her so excited and wet, and asked where I was. Luckily for her, I lived but 30min away. I told her to message my number, and when she sent the first message, I instructed her to turn on and keep on her location for me. Next to no hesitation, I soon got the message that this number had begun sharing its location with me.

Few days go by of just sharing ideas and degrading her. Just using this to see what exactly the limits are, which don’t seem to be much. One noteable thing was that she was an anal virgin, and wanted her ass spread painfully for her first time. Easily done. At some point, I end up having a reason to head down near to where she is, I was meeting up with friends, and had told her that she will walk down to a park that is close to me, so I can use her a bit before heading to them. We agreed on a spot, red/yellow/green light system, and both start heading there.

With her location on, I would be playing a hunter, tracking my prey, trying to find her before she saw me. After a couple of blocks keeping a low profile, and inconspicuously (as much as I could) keeping my head on a swivel, I had found her. So began the chase. Watching where she goes, and as she nears the park I tell her where to go, based on where she is. This tells her that I’m nearby... that I'm watching her. My heart rate is racing, as I had never done this before, and seemed so taboo and wrong. I make her sit by a tree, in such a way that the bar across the street can’t see her, and make her wait a bit. I wait until she looks away, walk up behind her and prevent any chance of noise by forcing a kiss, smashing my lips onto hers, and at the same time, immediately reaching for her breasts and pulling them free. She wore no bra, and no panties, of course.. what a slut. Good.

Forcefully manhandling those breasts, her whimpers were instantly spilling from her mouth, she was clearly desperate to finally be used as nothing more than a source of amusement. I enjoy my assault for a bit longer, before I drop my hands under the waistband of her pants and find her pussy nearly flooding. I can only assume what thoughts her mind must have been racing with as she got dressed and headed towards me. No foreplay for this little slut, I shoved my fingers as far as they could into her dripping wet pussy. A noticeable whimper left her mouth and for a second I let myself enjoy it, but it was short lived, two men were walking into the park, so I told her to shut her mouth and not make a sound, as my fingers continued to move inside her. We both watched them pass by, my fingers still wriggling inside her, her chest riding and falling heavily.

Once they passed by, the next step needed to be taken. And without warning, (I was being nice) I slipped one finger fully inside her ass, and watched her eyes and face contort into a facial expression clearly showing pain, but feeling her pussy quite literally turn into a waterfall from the abuse. The sounds coming from her holes were incredible. Her arms grasping anything around, I begun to harshly suck on her exposed breasts, quickly leaving a few dark marks that would be quite visible on her walk home. Adding another finger straight in, and smiling down at her pained expressions, I use my other hand to grab her face, and spit on it. An unplanned and spur-of-the-moment action, but her words confirmed what I had already known in the back of my head, she was a toy. In a gasp and whimper kind of sound, I heard: \*”mmmm thank you. Thank you”\*

Soon after she even asked for more, begging me to slap her, so I did. And continued to do so on each of her breasts, with my fingers deep inside her asshole in a park where almost anyone could see us. I switched back and forth between her ass and pussy, both drenched in her need. I kept up the abuse on her holes and body, and she asked if she could suck me off, but I told her no, as she was to be nothing more than a toy that night. I tried a fun little thing, stuck two fingers in her ass, thumb in her pussy, and swirled my fingers which allowed me to feel the fingers on the other side of her walls. It was rather hot to use this stranger in this way, a small action that does little other than humiliate her. And she was loving every second. Begging for more.

I pulled my fingers out and shoved them the full length down her throat, eliciting strong gags and jerky movements from her body, trying to get away. I couldn’t help but smile as I saw her body writhing and hearing her gag as I tried forcing my fingers deeper. Now I had a new fun action, finger fuck this toy, then make her swallow and gag on her own juices, made from her pathetic neediness. Forcing my fingers as far as I could down her throat. Rendering her breathing useless, and watching her body convulse as she tried to breathe. Watching her feet kick and flail around as my fingers kept her esophagus open was terribly hot and exciting, but soon after, I took some pictures on her phone of the result, and instructed her to get up and go home. It was adorable, watching her bolt up and walk- so obedient. Soon later, I would receive thank you messages and requests to do it again soon, and I told her to send me the photos I took of her. Maybe I’ll let her get used by me again soon.

It started in the parking lot of the old Video Treasure--now as thoroughly defunct as the very idea of renting a physical movie. Knee-high weeds pushed up through the cracked asphalt. Crushed cigarette butts and faded and torn VHS covers spread along the perimeter. And a single car--yours--parked at the far end, right where the parking lot collapsed into the dense Brush Creek Forest.

You stepped out of your Honda, clad purely in black (that goth skirt and fishnets, just like I asked), save for cream scrunchie holding your hair in a high bun.

It began just like we discussed.

I parked around the corner, so you wouldn't know where to expect me from. It was 5 PM. Still plenty of time before sunset. I let you linger in the parking lot for a beat, your eyes likely scanning every direction, looking for any sign of me. Then I stepped out from the indent that housed Video Treasure's emergency exit. Staring at you in my dark navy pants and stark white mask.

The space between us was electric with tension. You drew backwards, looking at me with wide eyes. I took a step forward. Then another. Slow, but consistent. You kept backing up, bumped into your car. Moved around it. Stumbled over the curb.

"Wha-what are you doing? Who are you?"

Of course you knew who I was, but you were good at playing your role. Close enough now that your eyes were looking for mine. I watched your pupils searching my mask, looking for some semblance of humanity. Stark and empty. Just a few feet from you now. Close enough to lunge and grab...

"I think you oughta--"

I lunged. Cut you by the hair, twist my hand, pulling it tightly around my fist, drawing you backwards a half-step. I could smell the slight, floral scent of your perfume. I slid my hand along your upper thigh, pushing my finger under one of the webs of the fishnet, stretching it.

SCRITCH

Ripping it.

"Ah! What are you--?!" You tried to wriggle free but I turned my hand in your hair clockwise again, pulling your body back against mine, my fingers now tangled in your roots. Pulling backwards at your scalp, I forced you to look up at me, to stare into the black eyeholes of my mask. Empty voids. I was much larger than you, which was patently obvious as I pushed my body against yours, my throbbing erection pressing against your ass.

"Tell me," finally, I spoke, my mask pressed right against your ear, "why did you come out here dressed like such a slut?"

"I'm--I'm not dressed like a slut..." your voice weak and bewildered as you twisted helplessly in my grip.

I shoved you forward. You feel on your hands and knees in the dirt patch where the parking lot ended. It was just enough force to make your skirt ride up, revealing a tiny cream thong--matching your scrunchie--beneath your fishnets.

"Is that why you're wearing that tiny thong?" I made a point to noisily began to unbuckle my belt, so that you knew what was coming.

But just as I begin to push my fly open you scrambled to your feet and made off at a run, the dead leaves crunching beneath your flats. I let out a huff of satisfaction as I pulled up my pants and buttoned them. Time for a chase.

I didn't run. I didn't have to. I knew you'd run out of breath soon enough. Get lost. Turned around. Maybe trip over a fallen log or stumble through a low creek bed. Anyway, I knew you weren't really trying to get away, but it must have made your heart pound to look over your shoulder and see me clambering after you, just far enough away to make you think you had a shot.

It was that looking back that did you in. You stumbled down a slight slope, foot searching for even ground but not finding it. You splashed through a creek, water up to your ankles. Then fell forward onto the opposite bank.

I vaulted over a fallen trees, crushed dead leaves, and snapped twigs as I closed the distance. Quickly enough I was straddling you, shadow cast along your small body as you tried to get to your feet. I crouched down, pushing my weight against you, and grabbed you by the nape of your neck.

"Now you're mine."

*SCRITCH*

Hand under your skirt, ripping your fishnets apart. Fingers pressed flat against the underside of your thong. I could feel the wet warmth.

"Soaking fucking wet." I taunted you, dragging my fingers along the smooth fabric, teasing at the sides, barely brushing your lips.

"No you can't--"

I cut you off, "Then why are you so wet, hm?" I curled my finger under the band of your thong and pulled back until it ripped too. You tried to struggle but I held you tight, shoving you against the ground as I pushed my index and middle finger inside your dripping pussy.

"Hear that?" I taunted, "Sounds like a needy fucking slut."

You didn't bother to argue. Your words melted into a moan, whining as I pushed deeper inside of you. I gripped your top knot with my other hand, pulling you backwards as I shoved my fingers inside your pussy. In and out, making sloppy wet noises as you dripped into my palm.

You were on all fours, with me kneeling beside you, fingerfucking you, making your tits bounce so much they popped out of your tube top. I didn't miss the opportunity. My hand from your hair to your nipple, rolling it between my thumb and forefinger, making you whine ever more desperately. I drew wetness from your pussy and began to tease your clit in firm, fast circles. I knew you were going to cum soon, could already tell from the way your whines were growing higher in pitch.

"Ah! Ah!" There it was. Your entire body shuddering against my hands, grip tighter, holding you in place as you squeezed your thighs around my fingers.

"Oh fuck, fuck, sensi--" before you could finish your sentence my cock was out and pushing against your slit. I shoved it in, feeling you absolutely coat me in simmering need.

SMACK

One hand grabbing and smacking your ass while the other pulled back on your hair, manhandling you, keeping you in place while I made your tits bounce from how fucking hard I pushed inside of you. I wasn't going to last long, but didn't need to, you were already drawing towards another orgasm.This time you were rubbing your clit. Endless circles as I made your pussy stretch around my thick shaft.

You shivered and clenched against me again and I responded by shooting ropes of thick cum inside your desperate pussy. I kept fucking you, balls slapping against your labia as I pushed my cum deeper and deeper.

"Take it, take it, fucking take it," my voice a jumble of grunts as I filled you up.

Then, it was over.

My cock slipping out of you, followed closely by a sticky glob of cum landing in the brittle leaves. We both stayed there catching our breath. I gripped your ass as I came down, then finally removed my mask. Tossed it aside. Pulled you into my lap.

"Good girl." Soft. Hand scratching the back of your head, bringing you back to me. "Such a good girl."

Sometimes that's all you need: a reminder that you're not a slut, but my slut. And, no matter how hard you like to take it, I'll always make sure you're safe.

You always went to the same place.

The nature preserve off Sandy Lane. It was a single lane gravel road that terminated in a dense, spiraling forest. A dirt parking lot just big enough for a handful of cars--and never full.

You always got here just before sunset. 6:30. Sometimes 7. Early enough for it to still be light out when you started but late enough that the sky was normally a darkened orange hue when you finished.

You would alter your path every time, but you had a system. Left on Mondays. Right on Tuesdays. Center on Wednesdays. Repeat or reverse.

I liked timing you. Sitting in my dusty off-white pickup while you disappeared into the tree cover. Listening to an audiobook while I waited. It was usually 45-ish minutes later that you'd reemerge. Much sweatier. Panting. Red in the face. Hair slick. But looking satisfied.

Every time you came out--I couldn't help but imagine you looking that way after I got my hands on you.

So, today, I didn't wait in the parking lot.

I followed you.

Just like you wanted.

We discussed. Made an arrangement.

Still, an exact appointment didn't quite carry the excitement you were looking for. We found a visual way to communicate without explicitly setting a date. Anytime you wore the bright pink matching set--the skin tight yoga shorts and complementary sports bra barely containing your tits--meant you were ready to be hunted.

Today was one of those days.

Along with the matching set, you had your hair up in a high ponytail. It swayed like a pendulum--as if it was counting down the seconds until I reached you--while you disappeared into the preserve. Your ass bounced with each lilting step. Blood rushed south.

This was going to be fun.

I got out of the truck, my Danners leaving distinct prints in the dusty earth as I followed after you. But I didn't run; I knew I didn't have to. I saw just enough of you to know that you were taking the left-hand path today and I knew exactly where I could cut you off. It meant straying from the path, walking through the brush, and crossing a narrow stream.

While stepping over a dead log, I could see you through the swaying pine trees, rounding a bend, AirPods in. You wouldn't hear my boots crunching over fallen twigs. Probably wouldn't even notice me pulling down the mask--ghostly, black and white, classic. It matched the rest of my outfit: the dark jeans and long-sleeve black and grey flannel. Black gloves too, with rubber on the fingertips--perfect for grabbing you.

I got into position, sidling up to the path--still hidden by the foliage--as you came jogging towards me. It was overcast today. Dark, wavy clouds hung low in the sky. They threatened rain, but, for now, gave me more cover as dusk sank towards night.

You passed. Didn't even notice me despite being a mere arms-length from you. I stepped onto the path, lunged forward, wrapped my arm around your waist, my other hand snapping shut over your mouth. Your brain must have immediately went into fight mode. You struggled against me, but I heaved you up easily, dragging you into the brush. I shoved you against a tree, the branches rattling over our heads.

"Shut up." Muffled but gruff from behind my mask. I was pressed against you, staring into your eyes, your back against the tree while my palm still covered your mouth. "This can be easy. If you keep quiet."

Your eyes wide, but knowing. I wanted this fast and rough. My free hand shot under your sports bra, thumb and forefinger twisting your nipples--hard--as you pleaded against my palm.

"I said 'shut up'," I twisted harder, eliciting a little yelp of pain. Still teasing your nipple, I pushed my index finger into your mouth, making you taste the slick leather and rough rubber. "There it is, gag like a good little slut. This is nothing."

Then I was pulling your top up, grabbing both tits, rolling your nipples before shoving you to your knees. You fell into the crumpled leaves with only a modicum of resistance. I already had my cock out--thick and fucking throbbing--barely giving you the time to register it before I was shoving it into your mouth. I kept one hand pressed firmly onto your crown while the other grasped your neck, holding you tight while I fucked your mouth.

Drool pooled along the underside of my shaft, eventually pouring over your bottom lip, pouring thickly down your chin. You looked up at me, eyes wet, blinking, all you saw was the mask looking back. You tried pushing back against my thighs, but I only held you tighter, made you take it further, my balls starting to slap wetly against your chin.

It was fortunate that no one was walking past. They might have seen us through the brush: you with your tits out, on your knees, swallowing my cock and me above you, holding you, making you fucking take it.

Satisfied with the saliva coating my shaft, I gave you a break, pulled out as you exhaled and gasped. I thumped my cock against your cheeks. Your forehead. Spit and precum smearing across your reddened, pretty face.

"Get up," but I didn't give you the choice. I grasped you under your armpits and hoisted you back to your feet, spun you around, snatched the stretchy hem of your tight yoga shorts and yanked them down. There it was--your perfect fucking ass. Round and peachy. And no thong? How convenient.

SMACK

Gloved hand against your ass. The sound echoed. Loud.

I left the shorts around your knees to constrict your movement.

SMACK

Again. You tried to stifle a whine.

Even in the approaching dark, I could see your pussy glistening between your thighs.

And it was going to be mine.

SMACK

Ass bouncing as I positioned my spit-slick shaft against your dripping slit. Felt you moan and press against me. You weren't even pretending to hide your need now. I leaned forward, grasping one of your nipples with my hand as I plunged inside of you. Deep and fast. All the way. Balls against your labia.

Again.

Again.

Over and over. Plunging inside of you. Pounding your pussy as you grasped onto the bark of the tree. Nails digging in.

Again.

Again.

One hand teasing your nipple, the other grasping your ass like I fucking owned it.

Pounding. That noise. My cock stretching your pussy. Wet slapping. Flesh against flesh. Your legs held tightly together, your pussy clenching me. You were going to cum. I knew it. Going to cum all fucking over my cock.

I kept going. Pushing you there. You let out a small cry as your body flexed against my hands. Shivering. Shaking. I held you up. Kept going. Came as yours slowed down. Pumping it inside of you. Hot, sticky cum. Rope after rope. Filling your pussy. Couldn't stop. Kept fucking it inside of you even when there was nothing left. Kept going as my cock began to soften.

Finally. Flaccid. Falling out. Watched as cum dripped into the leaves. Red hand marks on your ass.

I left you like that--shorts still halfway down, sports bra pulled up--and disappeared back into the brush.

I gave it some time, ditched my costume, and returned to you after you had pulled yourself back together as much as possible. I could still a wet spot on your shorts now--from either my cum or your pussy or both. You looked up at me and smiled dreamily. Hug. Kiss on the forehead.

"You did so good."

I wrapped my arm around your waist and walked you back.

Rubbed your shoulders. Held you tight in the parking lot.

Looking down at you, no more mask. "Is that the way you wanted it?"

"It was perfect."

It was dark now. We would meet back at your apartment. I was still turned on. "Maybe we should do it again at your place?"

You grinned, "Take me like you need me."

Will do.

You wore pink eyeshadow, as instructed.

You were sitting–legs crossed, revealing just a hint of thigh beneath your short, pleated skirt–at a table alone, stirring your latte? tea? frappe? something. I watched you carefully from across the cafe, flipping absent-mindedly through Underworld. Fitting–in a very literal sense. An underground parking structure–our intended meeting point. Of course I couldn’t focus on Delillo right then.

It was enough. I caught you looking. The flicker of recognition as you saw me pull the novel to my nose.

You got up to leave, sashaying in a flirtatious manner as you set your oversized mug on the counter. Your skirt swayed lightly, yet still managed to grip the noticeable curves of your ass cheeks. I could imagine my hand slipping beneath the hemline and groping you, goosebumps bubbling up as my teeth grazed along your neck…

The sun was sinking below the horizon while I followed you out the cafe and down Thrush Street. It was bustling–a crowded downtown strip on a Thursday night–but it’d be quiet where we were going: that parking garage next to the courthouse. It was tucked far enough away from the bars on West Third that it was essentially deserted after 6 PM. Such a silly place to park if you’re going to Cafe Mocha.

But that’s part of the fun, isn’t it? The long walk past the clamor of the pubs and restaurants, away from the smell of smoke and din of televised sports. You walked block after block, glancing over your shoulder occasionally to see if I was still following. But I was taunting you, sometimes crossing the street or dipping into an alleyway only to reappear a few seconds later. I saw you looking around, searching for me within the thinning crowd.

After an almost agonizingly long jaunt, you finally reached the yawning maw of the parking garage. An asphalt descent through the gates. Down, down, down.

I closed the distance quickly. Underground. Four sublevels. You were on the lowest. Naturally. Your heels–pink like your eyeshadow–clicked against the concrete as you entered the stairwell.

Good girl. Why would you take the elevator when you could take those dark, lonely stairs? Savor these moments. This swelling of anticipation.

I waited a few beats, peeking through the stairwell's small, square window until you crossed the first switchback landing. Then I opened the door and deliberately let it slam behind me. It echoed in the narrow concrete chamber. My feet fell heavily as I followed you down.

We hadn’t discussed the specifics of when I’d snatch you, so I was enjoying the pursuit, knowing that your pulse must be quickening, your mind racing, wondering when you were going to feel a hand wrap around your neck or shoulder or waist.

The bottom level was virtually empty except for your car–parked way off in a corner. You had to sense I was behind you now. Still, I waited until you had your keys out and were a few steps from your car–until maybe you were starting to feel disappointed, perhaps thinking I was going to chicken out or couldn’t find a clear opening to engage. But in a flash I had one hand reaching around to grasp your stomach and the other covering your mouth.

“Don’t say a fucking word.” My voice gruff and serious.

I pushed you forward, bending you over the hood of your Camry so that my waist pushed against your ass. Your skirt was so short it was riding up, exposing the pale, U-shaped curves of your upper glutes.

My hand fell from your stomach, two fingers shoved between your thighs. “A thong. Fitting for a slut.”

I pressed my fingers flat against the thin band of fabric separating your pussy from my fingerprints. “What’s that?” I taunted you, pressing my fingers more firmly against you, so that I could feel your labia against the thong. “Feels wet.”

I withdrew my hand, sliding it along the side of your ass and then up to the waistband. I called it back, stretching it, stretching it. More, more, more and then–SNAP. Tattered fabric floating gently to the ground. Soon, my fingers were back, this time flat against your bare slit. I could feel that you were soaked. And your moaning confirmed just how turned on you were. Slowly, I slid my index finger inside you.

“So fucking tight,” I growled. “Can’t wait to stretch you..”

You clenched around me, squeezing my second knuckles as I slid further inside you. I spread my fingers apart, turning their “L” shape into a “V.” While I fingered you I leaned in close, pushing my erection against your ass and biting at your earlobe.

“This is going to be fun.”

I was caught in the thrill of the moment–ready to go fast and rough. No point dragging it out. Keep it concise. Never dull.

The clanking of metal. Belt unclasped. Cock out, precum-wet tip slapping against your ass. A little speck of that sticky stuff breaking off against your smattering of freckles. Thumb across the base of my shaft, pushing it down, dragging the sensitive head until it was propped under the curl of your ass. A shift of my hips. Now it was between your thighs, bouncing up with each pump of blood. My breathing heavy on your neck. Cock up. Push. Push. Push. Spread those tight fucking lips. So fucking wet.

Hand at your neck, your hair wrapped around it. Pressing your face against the cool metal of the hood. Shoving you hard as the rim of my head clears your entrance. Inch after inch. Digging deep.

Deep.

Deeper.

“I hope you don’t mind–I forgot to bring a condom.”

My hand was around your throat bending you back from the hood of the car while my dick plunged towards your cervix. Heavy balls squished against your lips. “Should I fill your pussy with my cum?”

“N-no-! Mm!” Your first words. Everything prior just whines and moans.

I pushed you back down.

“Shut up and take it.”

Heavy breathing. Small whines and moans. Balls slapping against your wet lips. Hand digging bruises into your ass. Car shaking gently beneath you. You gave in. Let me have my way.

“Fine, fine. You wanna play it safe, huh? I can do safe sex.” I pulled you up by the hair, spun you around, pushed you to your knees.

“Open that fucking mouth.”

You did so demurely. Half-heartedly.

A slap across your pretty cheek that echoed in the empty cement garage.

“Don’t be cute,” my voice lowering into a growl, “I know you’ve sucked dick before. Is that how you do it? Looking like you’re half-asleep? Does it look like this will fit in your mouth if you only open that wide?”

My cock swayed back and forth–thick and swollen and wet from your pussy. I dug my thumb and forefinger into your cheeks, forcing your tongue out. Then I firmly pushed my hips forward, dipping my thick-rimmed cockhead between your lips while pushing you back against the wheel well.

“How’s your pussy taste?” I sneered while thrusting my rod past your uvula. “Let me get deep and this’ll be over soon. You think I can cum from something gentle? I need to go fucking hard to finish.” I squeezed your nostrils shut with one hand and cupped your chin with the other, holding you in place while I increased my speed. “So be a good girl and take it.”

Rougher and rougher. One palm spread wide across your scalp. The other pressing on your cheeks, feeling them puff out to make room for my cock. You started to gag, spit bubbling up around my shaft. I was going to cum.

A jerk back, cock breaking free from your throat with a long whip of saliva. An immediate burst of white on your eyebrow. Another on your nose. Then your cheek. Then your forehead. Cock back into your mouth, pumping harder, convulsing, a few more ropes.

Then, “Suck it clean.” My hand still on your head as you lavished my tip with your tongue. Sucked it like your life depended on it. Hand between your thighs. Quivering. “Better this way anyway. Only an unabashed cocksucker would take a load on the face. Just what you deserve.” I pulled myself from your lips, tapped a final bit of semen against your forehead, and zipped my pants.

I leaned forward, grabbed your chin, “Have a good night, slut. I know I did.”

---

I gave it a few minutes. Ducked into the stairwell, caught my breath. My pulse pounding. My cock sore, but satisfied. I looked through the door’s window and saw you leaning on your car, looking light-headed. I returned–this time gently, calmly. I kneeled down and lifted your chin, “You did good. So good. Are you okay?”

A nod. Still dazed.

We took it easy. I sat with you, letting you come down from the rush. After a few moments, your eyes focused on me. You were thinking.

“Ice cream?”

I chuckled, grabbed your hand, helped you up, and kissed your forehead.

“Of course.”

I walked you to the passenger door and helped you inside. My cum was still drying on your face, I could see the slight sparkle beneath the harsh fluorescent lights. I handed you a wet wipe, “You might want to clean that off. Someone might think you’re a slut.”

I have another fantasy kind of related to working in the service industry. When I was in retail I was kind of friends with the security guards that worked there, they took their jobs pretty seriously because people are always trying to steal in nyc.

One of my fantasies is that it escalated from thieves to robbers who hold our store hostage while the police wait outside. All of us are tied up together on the floor and the hostage takers are getting antsy and need to let off some steam.

They drag me away from the others as I yell against the gag. They put me on the table next to the register. There are three of them and their hands touch me everywhere, pulling at my clothes until I’m naked and everyone sees my pussy.

They are all surprised and delighted and one of them immediately starts fingering me with his dirty unwashed hand. I don’t want to, but I start to get wet while they grin. I beg them to stop as they lay me down. One of them puts a gun in my mouth, tells me to suck it. My heart beats fast as I wrap my tongue against the metal. Impossibly my pussy only grows wetter, I feel it gush down my thighs as the first criminal removed his hands, I sigh around the gun before I feel it being replaced with his cock in my pussy.

The first guy shoved the gun deeper into my mouth as I gag I feel the cock in my pussy fuck me harder, he pushes my head further against the gun as my pussy tightens from fear and he laughs, “good boy,” he says.

I hear a belt unbuckle and the gun is taken from my mouth, spit connecting my mouth to the metal, the hand in my hair pushes me down, my mouth still open as a cock enters it. He groans as he holds me down, ignoring my flailing body as he fucks my face in time with the guy in my pussy.

The fuck me for awhile, I’m just two holes for them to fuck as they wait for negotiation to begin, my body being fucked over the cash register. I feel the eyes of my coworkers as they watch me turn into a fuck toy.

Eventually, one of the other robbers wants his turn, he’s tired of watching the others fuck me and wants his turn. He takes my ass and I’m filled air tight, as soon as I feel his fat cock enter my remaining hole I cum and cum gushing against everyone, they laugh and hit me, one of them cums down my mouth before he is replaced with another cock.

They fuck me over the cash register, or have me ride them, one fucking my ass from behind as I squirm down on the pussy in my cock, my hands clinging to his back as I cum over and over, I look out at my coworkers, the guard my friend is tied up.

“Stop” I plead, but I don’t know who I’m saying it to, to him to stop watching or for them to stop raping me, Anger in his eyes and I look away, knowing that I’m turning into a. Whore in front of their very eyes and there’s nothing they or I can do to stop it.

Eventually, I stop begging them to stop and start begging for more. I become a hole, my pussy dripping with cum open for my coworkers to see, I crawl towards a cock and open my mouth, I place myself on all fours and let them fuck me on the cold floor, when they cum I lick the cum up from the floor and show them before swallowing.

Before they leave, having an escape route already planned they fuck me with the gun in front of everyone. My pussy is tight on the metal, I take it as eagerly as I did their cocks, the fact that it could kill me only makes me more wet, my body taking it eagerly. I meet the eyes of my rapist through his ski mask, I see the joy in his eyes watching me degrade myself and I cum hard against cold metal.

He lifts his mask up just enough to reveal a cruel smile as he takes the gun out of my pussy, then he makes a sound from the back of his throat and spits in my pussy, the others spit on me as well. One my face, my pussy, my ass. I close my eyes and moan everytime, my legs still open, pussy gaping.

When they leave out the basement exit, I beg them to take me with them but they only laugh. “Why would we want a useless whore” the leader asks.

They leave me naked my body covered in cum and spit, my coworkers either looking away or watching with lust in their eyes.

When the police come, I don’t want to be saved.

You like to keep in shape, but are a little self conscious about your body.  That's why you joined a 24 hour gym.  It's on a first floor with an office block opposite, but you tend to go later in the day so there are few people in the gym and office opposite.

You use your keycard to let yourself into the gym and head upstairs.  The gym is empty so you put your headphones on and get on the running machine to start your workout.

You finish your 2km run and step off of the machine having broken a light sweat.  While you were running a guy had entered the gym.  It looks like he'd just finished stretching and he nods to you as he walks past you to the cross trainer.  You consciously check you gym kit in case it's ridden up between your legs.  You lie down on one of the mats and start doing sit ups.

As you lift your body up you notice that the guy has stopped for water and is watching you.  You feel like he's staring at your pussy through your tight shorts.  He picks up a medicine ball and walks towards you.  "Love, it might help if you hold one of these" he says as he offers you the ball.  You shake your head as you continue with your workout trying to ignore him.  He moves a bit closer to you.  "I really think it'll help" he says.  You try to ignore him as the typical gym guy who thinks he knows better than everyone else.

He quickly lunges into you pushing the ball into your chest taking you by surprise.  You drop to the floor "What are you doing?" You shout at him.  He doesn't answer, he pushes the ball onto your chest as he straddles your body pinning you down. 

"Get off me!" You shout as you try to push him off.  He slides his hands under the ball and puts them on your tight lycra top.  The ball falls to the side as you try to twist away from him, but your trapped underneath him as he groped your tits.

He leans to the side and pulls a barbell over.  Effortlessly he lifts it up and puts it over your neck.  You grab the weight to push it off, but it's too heavy.  He gets up off of you leaving you pinned to the floor by your neck.  "Get this off of me." You shout at him "This isn't funny." 

He stands over you clearly enjoying the sight of you struggling.  He pulls off his shorts revealing his hard cock.  You panic, desperately pushing at the barbell and thrashing you legs as he moves towards your waist.  He grips your tight gym shorts and pulls them off of you.  You kick at him as he moves between your legs.  He positions himself pushing your legs apart with his cock rubbing against your pussy as you squirm.

Your desperation turns back to the barbell.  You keep pushing against it.  He spits on your pussy and rubs his spit against your lips with the tip of his cock.  You beg him to stop as he slides inside your pussy.  As he starts thrusting into you he grabs your top and tears it open exposing your tits.  Each thrust makes them bounce as you try to get free.

You beg him to stop as you hit his arms until you strike him in the face.  He pauses for a moment looking at you menacingly.  You freeze in panic.  Your first thought is to apologise, but you don't.  He grabs both of your wrists pinning them to the floor.  Using all of his weight he pounds his hard cock into your wet pussy.  You plead with him and tell him how much it hurts.

He slows down his thrusts and takes his cock out.  You feel the relief in your abused pussy.  You sigh and start to relax your body.  He lifts your ass up, arching your back and he rests your cheeks on his knees.  Then he pushes the tip of his cock against your asshole testing the tightness of your hole.  He grins at you "We're going to enjoy this."  You look him in the eyes shaking your head.  "No" you beg "please, no, no, no" as he pushes his cock into your ass stretching it painfully.  You scream at him to stop as he relentlessly ploughs into your ass.

He takes a skipping rope, doubling over the chord and he forces it into your screaming mouth, gagging you.  You cry as he tries the rope around your head, holding the gag in place.  He smacks your ass, stinging your cheek as he grunts, cumming in your stretched painful ass.  He slides his cock out leaving some cum to trickle out between your cheeks.

He walks over to the reception desk and comes back with a marker pen.  He begins writing on your chest, vocalising as he writes "Don't ungag, just use me.  No matter how much I struggle."  You try to scream but the gag silence you.  He pulls his shorts on and walks towards the door "you're going to have quite the workout" he says as he turns out the light leaving you pinned to the floor sobbing.