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Force Me To Submit... A Rape Fantasy!It�s far to late for a young girl like me to be taking a short cut through the park but I have to be home before curfew. I meant to leave early but I just lost track of time. If I hurry this way I may even make it on time. I know I shouldn�t take this route in the dark but it�s so much faster and there doesn�t seem to be many people left on the trails. The full moon hanging low in the sky sheds enough light on the narrow path to ensure I won�t trip in an errant branch or sink hole. It�s very quiet except for the occasional hoot of a solitary owl or the rustling of leaves with the gentle breeze. The sound of a crackling twig behind me sounds like a gunshot in the quiet still of the night. I stop to listen, trying to determine which direction the sound came from. I can hear footfalls approaching me from behind. The steps are slow and deliberate, meaning whoever it is wants to be quiet. A chill runs up my spine and I feel the hairs raise on the nape of my neck as my ponytail brushes against my shoulder. I begin to walk again, faster now. As I increase my speed I can hear the one behind me pick up his step. He�s no longer trying to be quiet. I can tell he is almost jogging, a sense of urgency in his step now. I glance over my shoulder and see the figure much closer then I had thought he could be. He is a large hulking man, clad only in a pair of dark coloured shorts and a pair of running shoes. He knows I have spotted him and he lowers his head like a charging bull and begins to pump his legs faster and faster, gaining speed and closing the distance fast. As I turn to run I regret my decision to wear my stylish sandals instead of my far more practical sneakers. They are clumsy and ill suited to a quick escape. I can hear his ragged breathing behind me and I am sure now that it is his breathe caressing my neck, not my hair. I open my mouth to scream just as a large hand snakes out in front of me and clamps over my mouth. I can taste something bitter on his fingers� something familiar. As he pulls me back against him and locks his powerful forearm beneath my heaving breasts I feel the heat of a throbbing hard-on pressed against my butt. I know now what the taste on his fingers is� precum. He had been hidden in the bushes along the trail stroking as I happened past. I know what he wants� what he will take as he drags me into the bushes. I struggle and squirm but that only makes him grip me tighter, squeezing the breath from my body as a blackness fills my vision and my body begins to go limp. Suddenly, I feel myself falling followed by a dull thud as I hit the ground, the only thing cushioning me is a few short tufts of grass. I gasp to pull air into my searing lungs but before I can fully inflate them I feel the crush of his weight pinning me to the dirt. I can feel the twigs and stones digging into my tender flesh as the air is once again pushed from my body. His breath is hot and sour as he pants against my face and ear. I try to thrash away from him, but without oxygen my muscles refuse to respond. I am helpless as he pulls the lightweight tank from my torso. The sounds of the stitches disintegrating as he tugs it away from my body seems to echo through the woods and I can�t understand how no one hears it. I try to scream again but my flat lungs expel only a strangled gurgle under his mass. I feel the darkness gathering around me again as consciousness begins to slip away with the last of my breath. He begins to raise himself and air flows into my burning lungs and the darkness begins to lift. Perhaps it is over. Maybe he is leaving, coming to his senses. No! No! I realize he�s only lifting himself to pull his shorts down. I feel the hot slap of a stiff cock thump against my leg. I want to scream but my oxygen starved muscles seem to be stealing all the air my tortured lungs have pulled in. I draw in only enough breath to ensure I will be conscious when he takes what he wants. I can feel him fumbling between us grasping for the band of my shorts. He finds it and pulls mightily, drawing them up sharply between my legs, painfully digging into my tender clit and biting into my asshole before the stitching in my crotch gives way and his hand pulls out holding the shreds of my designer shorts. Part of me regrets not having worn panties while part of my thanks god I was too vain to want a panty line. I�m sure another abuse like that would tear me in two. His knees are now forcing my legs apart, prying them open as his hard cock bobs against me. I am pushing against him now. Trying to lift his weight from me. He captures my hands and pins them over my head easily with one of his mammoth hands. Somewhere in my mind the old adage about big hands meaning big other parts adds a whole new dimension of fear. I open my mouth again to scream but before I push the air out I feel something stuffed into my mouth. With dawning horror I realize it is the moist crotch of my shorts that I taste against my tongue. Now I can feel his rock hard cock ramming against my pubic bone. I can feel my body betraying me, my juice sliding over the tip making it slippery, aiding it in its attempt to penetrate me. As it finally slips inside I feel as though I am being speared by a hot poker. It pounds and pounds viciously against my insides tearing my tender flesh mercilessly. He�s panting and grunting now like a rutting pig, spit dribbling onto my shoulder. With a final heave he thrusts himself deep inside and I feel the hot rush of cum being squeezed between the walls of my pussy and his slowly shrinking shaft. With a final grunt he heaves himself from my body. He looks down and smiles at me sickly. He readjusts his shorts and turns to go, leaving me sprawled on the ground whimpering softly. Force Me To Submit by calling 1-800-805-5623. |
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| Sex | Female | |
| Age Range | 18-19 | |
| Ethnicity | Caucasian | |
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| Eye Color | Brown | |
| Hair Color | Brunette | |
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