I was coming back home after a party in my friend’s house. I couldn’t drink, so after so many hours I got sleepy and tired, so I decided to take a night bus. I was sitting there all alone, wishing I was home in my warm bed. Some guy entered the bus at the next stop. Still, there was no one else. Suddenly, I noticed he moves towards me and takes a sit right next to me. My heart started beating faster. I had all the thoughts in my head. Killer? Rapist? Kidnapper? Drug addict? I looked at him with fear with my eyes, but he did nothing. He smiled to me and looked away. He wasn’t ugly, but there was something weird in his face expression. I didn’t know what and soon I stopped thinking about this. Maybe he was just weird. I can back to my thoughts, reminding myself a party and the best moments. I was staring through the window, into the darkness.
And then I felt a hand. Hand of a stranger, touching my thigh and slowly moving uneer my skirt. I froze up for a moment, terrified and looked at him. He smirked, seeing my reaction, but he didn’t stop. He was looking me in the eyes and continue the way of his hand. I didn’t dare to move. Somehow I was sure it wasn’t a good idea. I felt his hand touching the fabric of my panties. I cursed myself in my thoughts for wearing lacy underwear this evening. He smiled widely, caressing my pussy through the laces. I just stared at him, frozen and unable to move. I felt the warm feeling in the bottom of my body. It liked the touch. My pussy was excited. My stupid, stupid body betrayed me and he hasn’t even entered me. Just when I thought it, his finger moved away the fabric and found my clit. He moved his finger slowly, discovering my pussy. He felt the wetness and smiled even weirder, but still hasn’t say a word. I felt how my legs were getting shaky and I was sure that if I tried to stand up, I couldn’t do it. His finger slid into my pussy, already wet, warm and, I guess, quite welcoming. I almost moaned with disappointment when he took it out, but right away he started playing with my clit. This time I really had to stop myself from moaning. I started feeling horny, that was so fucking hot, even if I was sure that what he was doing was illegal. My clit is the most sensitive part of my pussy and he somehow knew it. Slowly, slowly I was feeling how I’m getting hotter. I tried to focus on the way though. My brain finally started functioning and now the red lamp in my head was screaming “RAPE! IT WILL BE FUCKING RAPE, GET THE HELL OUT OF HERE!”. My stop was next. His finger was still playing with me, a short moan get out of my mouth when he touched the most sensitive spot. All the time he was smiling widely. I decided it was right time to go. I couldn’t let it go any further. I tried to stand up and then he groped my thigh with his free hand. I understood it without any words.
You’re not going anywhere.
I swallowed loudly. Fuck. Fuck. Maybe if I ran?… I looked at the bus doors, but then I caught the look of the man. He shaked his head slowly.
So I didn’t move. He was still rubbing my clit, making me even more wet. I was sure my seat was soaked by this moment. I tried not to moan, biting my lips, clenching my fists. He moved his finger faster, making me go crazy.
Then my body betrayed my completely. I felt the hot wave flooding me and I moaned loudly. He didn’t stop. He was plying with my pussy until I started shaking.
Then he grabbed my hand and we left at the next stop. I had no idea where I was.
“Where are we going?” I asked. I tried to sound less terrified than I was, but it didn’t work really well.
He didn’t respond, but continued walking. We were somewhere in the middle of nowhere, I’ve never gone so far with any night bus.
We entered some abandoned building. There was no windows, no door. Just dark holes, not inviting at all.
“Get inside”, he growled. That was the first thing he said to me. His voice made me realize that I was all alone with a stranger man that was probably going to rape me, and I didn’t even want to think what else.
Slowly, shaking, I entered into the darkness. The seconds later I felt his hands all over me, playing with my boobs, my pussy, entering my mouth, groping my hips, choking me merciless. I felt a bulge in his jeans growing more and more when he was taking off my clothes. I noticed it and there was something wrong. I always thought rape means tearing off all the clothes, leaving you all naked and humiliated. But he was gentle. He took of all my clothes, and put them away. I was too afraid to run away. He was looking at my body, checking up slowly every part of it. I stood there, waiting for his move, unable to say a word. I actually felt quite humiliated. I didn’t need tearing off any clothing, actually I felt like it would be better… It wouldn’t last so long. Finally, he unzipped his jeans and pushed me to the ground.
“Suck”, he said. My knees hurt and it was so cold there… But I did as he said. I followed his orders like,… I shaked just thinking about it, like his slut. Like his property.
He started being brutal. He was pushing my head into his cock, making me choke I yhe darkness. I felt his dick deep in my throat. He grabbed my hair brutally and was moving my head however he wanted. With his free hand he was groping my arm and I was sure I would be all bruised when he ends up with me. If he ends up with me.
I felt how he took of his dick out of my mouth. He pushed me to the floor. I couldn’t see a thing. I just felt how cold the floor is, how brutal are his hands spreading my legs, how huge his dick feels entering my pussy. I moaned when I felt him stretching me out. Then I felt his hands on my tits, groping them tightly.
He was fucking me like an animal, pushing me into the floor with all his weight, stretching me out. I didn’t know how to feel about it. It was so wrong, I wanted to cry, but also, fuck, my body was loving it, every thrust, every grope. He started choking me, and then I felt how I’m loosing my conscience.
I woke up few minutes - or maybe hours? Seconds? - Later. I was laying on my stomach now, my ass up, my hands… Tied up? Definitely tied up on my back. And his dick fucking me endlessly. I woke up in the exact moment he pushed me harder and then moaned loudly. He came. He came into my pussy. Oh no. No, no, no. Anything but this!
He didn’t stop. I felt how his fingers rubbed my pussy, and how he used his cum and my juices to lube my asshole. Oh no. I wanted to fight now, but he held me tight.
“Shhhh… Don’t make it complicated”.
So I stayed there, still, tense and… Horribly wet.
I felt how the tip of his dick entered me and I cried out. It never was pleasant for me and never would be. But he didn’t care. When he stretched me enough to fill me up completely, I was crying like a baby. It hurt so fucking bad! He pulled my hair and fucked me roughly. I heard his breathe on my neck. He held me close to his face and started biting me and kissing my neck. His dick was penetrating me deeply and soon I couldn’t even feel the pain. He stretched me out like some easy whore.
When he finished with me, his cum was all over my body and I couldn’t feel my body anymore.
“Dress up”, he said, giving me back my clothes. I looked at him, my face all red of the crying, with destroyed makeup and no dignity left. I couldn’t believe him. He let me go? After all the things he had done to me? Seriously? He must have understood the questions in my eyes.
“You will be back. And you will urge it”, he explained simply, smiling widely again. In the early morning light it looked creepy. I doubted that. He came closer to me and swiped off the dirt off my face.
“See you soon”, he added and left me all alone.
It took me two weeks to come back. He was waiting.
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