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Fucking piece of junk. That’s what it is.
You had been driving home across states until your car started to produce a sputtering noise. You thought best to ignore it, hoping it could last you the final few hours needed until the engine began to smoke.
You pulled over, removing your things far from the vehicle just in case it blew. It didn’t, of course, just leaked smoke until it had nothing else to leak.
Indiana? Is that where you were? Fuck, you were close.
The most important issue before you stood the simple fact that there seemed to be nothing on this road. You had driven on it for a few miles against the thick, vastness of the forest before the car broke down - having sworn this would be the shortest route on the map when you planned your drive.
It would take a few hours to get to the town you passed through miles back.
Or… you could maybe get some elevation in the forest. Get enough altitude to see something ahead.
Being a Girl Scout for that one year could pay off.
Eventually, you choose the path less traveled and go for it. Hoping no one steals your things, they aren’t worth much.
There weren’t many cars on that road; you had really only noted one in particular that passed, a local police truck, but nothing more.
Your feet slip and slide in your sandals, dressed completely inappropriately for this excursion. You wear a simple strapless dress that lands at your knees and a cardigan to cover your skin.
On the drive, you removed your undergarments, desiring not to be restricted by them, attempting to make yourself as comfortable as possible, and now regretting that as you trek up a small man-made trail.
Something causes you to halt in your tracks, your sixth sense. Your ears perk up, tuning in.
Someone’s watching…
You can feel their eyes on you as you whip your head from side to side, desperately seeking, chest beginning to rise and fall rapidly as your hummingbird heart beats.
“Hello?” You call out, breathlessly, exhausted from the hike already.
There are a few beats of silence before branches crack around you. You freeze, calculating next steps. Predator or friend?
“Whatcha doin’ so far out here, pretty girl?” A deep questioning voice asks, a man. The hair on your skin rises as you blink rapidly.
He doesn’t appear, but his words loom across the forest. You don’t answer, waiting for him to make himself known.
It’s silent for a minute before you respond, giving in. “I’m just lost.”
Wrong thing to say, you know it as it comes out. You know better.
He makes himself known then, stepping out from behind a nearby tree as you instinctively take a step back, almost stumbling over as you do.
He’s massive. Tall & broad. Your eyes move down and up.
Brown combat boots hold his frame; he wears a police uniform tightly snug around his stomach, holster on his side, badge on his chest. He smiles, a smile you’ve seen before from men at bars who want to take you home. Your stomach churns unagreeably.
“Lost?” His smile drops, eyes filling with concern as his hand comes up to push his hair back. His mustache thick, eyes piercingly blue as he scans around you, checking for something...
“I can help with that.” He nods, coming closer than you’d like as you take another step back cautiously.
“It’s- my car, my friends um, my car broke down. I have friends - they’re coming to get me,” you babble helplessly, legs shaking in the wind as your teeth chatter. The sweat on your body runs cold as he continues to look around, taking in the surroundings.
He’s searching for others, you begin to realize - checking to see if you really are alone.
“Thought you said you were lost? How would they go about finding you?” He laughs, lightly, catching you in your lie. It’s a game to him as his half smile returns, brow raising in anticipation for your next fib.
His eyes narrow in on you, like a wolf staring down a lamb, scanning.
Eyes roam over your body, his bottom lip sucked between his teeth as he pushes his hand in his pocket. You watch as his eyes settle on your chest, then your legs, his hand fidgeting with something in his pocket.
“C’mon, I’ll give you a ride into town.” He nods, tight-lipped, eyes slanting a bit where they pinch. His smile is fake and laced with ulterior motive as both his hands move to his hips.
“No- thas’alright!” You squeak, too quickly, nervously, eyes darting, attempting to figure out an escape route.
He shakes his head solemnly, taking three steps towards you, “Pretty young thing like you shouldn’t be out here all alone. Lots of bad people.”
Your breath hitches as you watch one of his hands reach towards his crotch, adjusting himself before you, revealing his trapped hard-on.
“Cmere,” His voice darkens as he takes one more step towards you, and you’re off, booking it.
You run as fast as your feet can carry you, your sandals flying out from beneath you as you sprint aimlessly, left, right, right, down, down, down.
‘Just make it to your car,’ you tell yourself, then down the road, you could do it. The miles back feel like nothing now. The adrenaline pumps through your veins as you try to remember the path.
Coming down a bend, you trip and fall, the foliage cuts at your legs and scrapes your hands as you find your footing. It doesn’t phase you as you feel yourself nearing the edge of the forest, the line of road just in view.
You run faster, soon colliding with a chest as you bounce off and fall onto your back with a soft thud, the dirt absorbing most of the impact as you gasp, attempting to place yourself.
“Shouldn’t run from the police, makes you seem suspicious…” The man shakes his head disapprovingly from where he stands directly above you, the sun blocked by his immense figure.
“I-I-” You think to lie again, to tell him you’re mentally unwell, maybe delirious from driving, but you don’t have a chance as he drops over you, greedily occupying the space between your legs as he fills himself in - the smell of cigarettes fills your nose.
The synapses in your brain work as you understand your gut feeling was correct, he is indeed a predator, a predator who’s now over you, meaty hands grabbing at your wrists and pinning them above your head too tightly.
“Ple- wait, please, I’m so sorry, was just scared, sir, I’m sorry,” tears sting your cheeks as you wiggle your wrists, realizing his strength and power.
Your pleas don’t seem to faze him as he’s dipping his other hand below your dress, in between your legs, which he has spread open with his body. You freeze, feeling as he finds you there. He pauses, his eyes going down to find yours, where they’re red and wet.
“This for me?” He questions, gruffly, his fingers roughly run through your folds as you gasp. ”You planning to tempt some man with your sweet cunt on display?”
Words fail you. Your lip quivers, wanting to explain that your lack of underwear had nothing to do with him, that you were just trying to get home. He’s expecting an answer, it seems, as he waits, pressing weight down onto your wrists as he plays with your clit, your legs involuntarily tighten around him as you hold back moans.
“I just wan’go home,” you hiccup, sobbing as the pain from your wrists mixes with the pleasure of his touch.
“Poor bunny,” he speaks dryly, insincerely. “I promise I’ll get ya home.”
His hand moves out from under you, fingers glistening in the sunlight as he moves them to his belt, unbuckling as you begin to panic, fear setting in.
Your legs move, attempting to get under his body to force him off, while he pays you no mind, his gaze set on your chest as he pulls down the top of your dress, exposing your breasts.
A guttural scream escapes your mouth as you try to sound out an alarm, “No, no, no”
He doesn’t care, doesn’t move to cover your mouth or stop your pleas, his mouth falling onto your chest, kissing at the soft skin there.
The drag of his mustache tickles as he takes a nipple into his mouth, sucking and pulling, coating it in his spit. Then, releasing your wrists as one of his hands finds your available breast, grabbing too hard, groping you.
His other hand nudges between your thighs as he pumps himself there, hearing him groan onto your breast as his tongue swirls around.
“Get- off-,” You demand, ignoring the feeling of delight, pushing it out of your mind as you begin to fight, your hands ripping at his shirt, scratching at his clothed back before coming to his face, hitting him on the side of it, digging your nails in and scratching, drawing blood there.
He stops abruptly, and you think you’ve won as you go to hit him again, but his hand finds the familiar grip around your wrists, pinning them up. His other hand reaches down to his thigh, where he removes the revolver from his holster.
You freeze, ceasing your squirming as he presses the muzzle to your lips, his thumb taking the safety off as he breathes over you furiously.
“Relax. It feels good, if you fucking relax.” He growls lividly, blood trickles down the side of his temple as his nostrils flare at you, his heavy breaths send heat around you.
“Mm-,” you muffle against the gun, agreeing, nodding desperately in fear of having your brain splattered against the forest floor.
He breathes out through his nose aggressively before tucking the weapon away, releasing your wrists once more.
You let your arms fall at your side, showing submission as you allow your body to lie limp.
“I wanted to do this in the truck - you’re the one who chose to be fuckin’ difficult,” He mumbles irritably as he lifts your hips above his thighs, eagerly.
There’s a glimpse of his member, wide, thick, standing proud where it pops up. You lay your head back as he gets into position. The thick tips of the trees touch the sky as birds chirp and pass by.
“Ah!” you cry out as his fat head breeches your entrance, his hips doing the rest as he pushes into you, the pressure giving and giving as he doesn’t allow you time to adjust. He only hums with pleasure as your walls do their best to force him out, only tightening their grip in response as you finally reach his base, his hair pricking at your skin.
“Would’ya look at that, perfect fit.” His hands find your hips as he forces you onto him, thrusting in at an easy pace, kinder than you expected.
Your fingers dig into the dirt as you throw your head back, allowing him to use you in such a vulgar way.
It feels good at first; his thrusts are kind as your silk-like walls soothe his angry cock, listening to him pant above you.
You refuse to look at him, ashamed by the way you have to bite back your pleasure as you hold your tongue, a soft ‘uh’ escaping as you do.
He pauses then, hearing you, craving you. Your noise, your reaction.
It happens all in a whir as he’s leaning over, your calves then hangoff of his body, as the back of your thighs rest on the top of his. His burly chest crushes down on yours as your stomachs touch. His beefy arms wrap around you, face buried in the warm crook of your neck.
He’s not as gentle this time around. His hips begin to pound unforgivingly and relentlessly, his cock getting a deeper angle in you as he groans like a wounded animal.
There’s a certain spot in you he begins to hit that has your eyes rolling to the back of your head as your mind is no match for your body, beginning to cry and moan as your legs instinctively wrap around him, forcing him deeper as you wallow.
He bites at your neck, sucking, licking, coating it in his mouth as he humps deep in your depths, “So fuckin’ beautiful baby, such a fuckin gift- sweet fuckin’ bunny - mine”
‘Uh- uh- uh-” You cry in response, your arms wrapping around his neck for grounding as he bites too hard, feeling your blood being drawn there as your head lolls.
He goes harder, then even more harder as the jingle of his keys on his side mixes with the lewd sounds of his pleasure. His breaths become more jagged and his hips less precise as you feel him near his climax, his cock twitching where it's planted deep within you.
His mouth finds yours as you taste a cigarette there, his mustache moves against your lips as he deepens the kiss, his lips moving to yours like the sea against the shore. You know it’s best to give him what he wants, so you do, kissing back.
You both moan in sync as your tongues find each other, his hips lazily going as his arms squeeze you tighter, your legs locking in as he moans, “Ohhhhhh” into your mouth, followed by five big and brutal thrusts before he’s sinking into you, rutting up as deep as possible and expelling his seed.
It’s warm as it glazes your womb, sullying & defiling you.
It had never happened. No man had ever finished inside you.
It’s strange, the sort of claim you feel from him as he finishes the last bites of pleasure in you, pulling out from you where you lie.
Your eyes focus in on the trees once more, the sun beginning to descend, changes the sky color drastically. Your brain is empty, left with no thought, no desire, no need, no direction. Just bare as you watch a plane fly overhead.
The silence breaks with a zip of pants, “Well cmon bunny, let’s get you home.”