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A girl walking home late at night, gets abused
This is my first story so let me know what you all think!! My writing isn’t great but I do hope you all enjoy ;) leave comments
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I walk down the footpath. The light on my phone was dim, showing me it just turned 2am as I walked home from the pub. I lived in a different direction to my friends, so each week, I would walk alone for half an hour, taking the same route at the same time.
I shivered as the cold air brushed across my soft pale skin; it was summer so I was only wearing a short white dress, which was illuminated by the streetlights. My fiery ginger hair travelled down my back, forming a soft layer to fight against the breeze while I wrapped my arms around my waist, trying to make myself warmer. I hated this walk, very few houses, no one every walking at this time, the vulnerability got to me each time.
I didn’t hear your footsteps behind me, your slow soft breath picking up as you got more excited by the thought of what you were going to do. I turned down the path I hated most, into the woods and darkness. You followed me and picked up your pace so that you were right behind me. I heard you so slowly looked behind me and threw my full eyelashes.
In that second I got a good look at you. Dark well kept hair, piercing green eyes, much taller than my small 5 foot 6, you being at least 6. You were only in a check shirt and jeans. You looked older than I, in your late twenties and me only being 19.
You pounced.
You pushed me into the ground headfirst. My hands reached out, breaking my fall, I grunted on impacted and hissed as I grazed my palms on the hard soil underneath me. I tried to get up but your foot was on my back keeping me on the cold dirty path, ruining my dress. Your hands tied mine together with rope, which you had. You picked me up, lifting me as if I was nothing and made me stand in front of you.
“Please sir, what do you want?” I begged softly, “why?” I watched as you tied my hands to the branch above me, but too high as I was on my tiptoes.
“So beautiful” you whispered as your hand caressed my cheek and wiped the tears from it “and all mine.” Your hands ripped my dress from my body leaving me only in white lace bra and matching panties. “Looking so innocent aren’t you cutie.” I flinched as he slapped my arse.
“Please, let me go” I cried slightly louder than before as you slipped a finger inside my tight pussy. “God, no.” I watched your eyes close in anger. You tore my knickers from me and placed them inside my mouth.
“That’s better, you little slut. Look at the juices on my fingers, your pussy is wet even though you are being raped, such a whore.” He bit into my breast hard, and then sucked enough to leave a mark after, maybe even draw blood. My tears came harder as my body gave into his attack, my nipples hardening as he nibbled on them. Your nails dug into my hips bone making me buck hard, moving towards him. “That’s it pet, come to me.” My eyes glistened looking into his eyes, “submit to me.” I shook my head, which was responded by a deep feral growl.
Your hands turned me around and started slapping my arse over and over again. The pain got worse with each spank. I could feel it going red with the blood rushing to it. I lost count after ten on each cheek. My face was covered in tears as I silently begged for the pain to stop.
It was as if you heard my prayer: your hands then pulled my arse to your clothed covered crotch making me hiss at the friction on my tender arse cheeks. I felt your hand undo your jeans and take your rock hard cock out. You slammed it into my now soaking wet pussy; even though I was being violated I loved every moment of it. Your dick stretched me out further than I had ever been, the pain and pleasure was beautiful. Your free hand scratched my back, and then moved to pinch my very sensitive nipples to keep them erect and finally ended on my clit. Your finger brushed against it, making me jolt with surprise. You rolled it in-between your fingers, slowly bringing me to orgasm.
“Your mine little girl, scream for me” my panties were taken from my mouth and I screamed as you simultaneously slammed into me fully, pinched my clit and bit my shoulder, leaving your mark on my body. I collapsed, my body resting on my tied wrists and your weak hold. You untied me and put me onto my knees. Your hands grabbed my hair behind my head and used it to pull my mouth down your cock. I chocked on it, gagging around its thickness. I could taste my cum and your precum on it, a vile taste but I couldn’t push you off as you repeatedly slammed it down my throat. I heard you growl again and then immediately felt your cum down my throat. I wasn’t getting enough air; your cock was in the way, making me get light headed. You sighed; letting go of my hair you threw me to the ground, rubbing it in more than you had just abused me.
I could taste your cum in my mouth, something I wouldn’t ever want to taste again. My eyes were sore and puffy from gagging repeatedly. You then left me, but not before whispering to me how I would be in the same position week after week, until I finally submitted into you.
I watched you walk away, leaving me covered in dirt, used and abused on the floor, covered in your marks.
2 comments

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2015-05-22 02:31:38
Shouldn't be tagged young

Anonymous readerReport 

2015-05-21 05:16:00
This story was great. I hope there is more to follow.

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