A Young Girl’s Adventures with Rape – Part Three

Time seemed to slow, as he crunched across the gravel towards me. Whoever he was, I could hear his boots grinding against the dirt, his tread loud and heavy. He sounded big. He sounded really big.

“What are you doing here, hun?” He said, stopping in front of me.

My heart beat faster in my chest. He sounded older – a lot older. Fuck, what would he do? What would any guy like him do, if he found a girl tied naked like me? Fuck, could he smell me? Did he know?

“I asked what you’re doing here. Did you do this yourself?”

I nodded, without thinking. Fuck, was this going to happen? Everything I’d wanted for so long? My cunt began to tingle anew at the thought, and I felt myself grow even wetter, juices slicking the inside of my pussy, making it ready for him to thrust inside. Fuck, did I actually want this? My breathing grew heavy, and panic began to curl in my stomach, to match the lust curling in my chest. It was so terrifying, feeling his eyes on me. So wonderfully, terribly terrifying.

“Does anyone know you’re here? Is there anyone in that house?”

I was silent.

“Answer me!”

I shook my head.

There was silence for a few moments as he considered, and I heard his breathing grow quicker. Then he chuckled.

“Well then…” he whispered, stepping closer. “Well, well…”

I felt him touch me then, and I gasped. It was light at first, just a finger running over the flesh of my stomach. But then it grew more insistent. His breathing grew heavy as he ran a hand up to squeeze my soft young breasts, running a finger over each of my nipples. His other hand ran down to squeeze my ass, and then he brought it round to run a finger between the lips of my cunt.

“You’re so wet…” he whispered, as if surprised, “is that for me?”

I didn’t dare answer, but it didn’t seem like he needed me to. Almost as soon as he’d whispered the words, I felt him press the tip of his finger into me, and I gasped as he slipped it deep into my cunt. It slid in so smoothly, slicking through my folds even as it forced them apart. It felt so big – so much bigger than my own ever had. He pressed deeper, pushed so hard that it hurt – and when I winced, I heard him let out a moan of satisfaction. Then, I felt him curl his finger, and it send a wave of pleasure through me, so I couldn’t help but squeeze about him, the muscles of my pussy clutching him tight.

“God, you’re a little slut. Your cunt is just begging to be fucked, isn’t it?”

I whimpered. Was he actually going to do this? Was he actually going to rape me? A shiver ran through me, and it wasn’t entirely from excitement. As he leaned forwards, wrapped his arms about my midriff, the panic in by stomach began to grow more insistent. My breathing grew heavy as I imagined him thrusting into me, and a twinge of fear ran through me. Did I really want this? What if he hurt me? What if it wasn’t like I thought it was going to be? What if I hated it?

And then he was lifting me up. I felt like a rag doll as he lifted me into his arms, like there was nothing I could do – and all at once I grew terrified. I tried to struggle, tried to wriggle out of his arms – but it was only then that I realised just how strong he was.