A Wal in the Par

It was a cold night, the hot summer day before long gone, the heat escaping into the cloudless sky. Jess was regretting her outfit choice now, short shorts and a crop top might have kept her feeling cool, and looking hot, when she was out drinking at the beach in the afternoon, but it was gone midnight now, and she was alone. Totally alone it seemed, as if she was the only person in the whole town still out, and she loved it. Her phone buzzed, the only noise in the dead night, and she pulled it from her pocket

"Who's still up at this hour?" She thought, trying to unlock it. "Oh, nobody," she realised, feeling both disappointed and relieved, "it was just it going flat. Great." Nobody messaged her any more, not since she broke up with Alex, turns out all of her friends preferred him over her and took his side in all the arguments. The only messages she ever got these days were from annoying ex's and horny school friends trying to get in her pants. Suddenly she realised just how alone she was, not just right now, but in her whole life. She had nobody, no friends, nobody who wanted her for anything but sex, even her parents seemed to be sick of her. A wave of sadness washed over her, and she couldn't help but sob. A few tears ran from her big brown eyes, dragging makeup down her pale cheeks, as she slumped into a bench that was by the path. She had no idea how long she had been there when a stranger appeared, but she'd been crying long enough that her eyes were red and sore.

"Hey," he said softly, "what's up? Are you okay?"

"Oh," she said, startled, "I... Yeah, I guess I'm just drunk."

"Hey just drunk," he joked, sliding onto the bench next to her, "I'm Jack."

She just gave a long sigh, and frowned over the top of her glasses at him. "Really? That's how you're gonna introduce yourself?"

"I guess so," he laughed, "now what's up?"

She sighed again, a long, sad sigh, "I dunno, I guess I just feel so alone..." For a long time they talked, sat on that bench, as she explained what felt like her whole life story to him, and he sat, and listened, and reassured her. The more they talked the more she liked him, the more she trusted him, and slowly they edged closer to one another.

"C'mon, just drunk, let's get you home. Where do you live?" He asked, eventually, with a caring tone.

"Oh," she laughed back, "yeah we should. I live just over from the school, it's a bit of a walk. And I'm Jess, by the way."

"Well we best get walking then, won't we Jess?" As he stood he stretched out a hand for her, and taking it she stood up too. Even in her heeled boots, she was nowhere near his height, he was tall, and as they slowly walked under a street light she saw he had dark hair and green eyes that seemed to light up like emeralds in the yellow light. He, in turn, looked down at her, and saw her short red curls and big brown eyes, set in a pale, youthful face. He saw her long fit legs and slender waist, shown off by her revealing outfit, and couldn't help but stare for a moment at her chest, admiring her generous breasts squeezed into the fabric.

"You must be freezing" he realised, noticing her arms pulled in tight by her sides and crossed over her stomach. Taking off his leather jacket, he told her "Put this on." Immediately she felt warmer, safer, as the coat covered her shoulders, and she pulled it tight around her like a cape.

"Thank you," she whispered, enjoying the smell of real leather mixed with his aftershave.

Slowly they walked through the town, her drunken staggering making their pace even slower than normal, and he was beginning to get annoyed, she could tell.

"Hey, let's cut through the park, it's a shortcut," he said, wrapping an arm around her and directing her that way before she had a chance to protest. His grip was firm, and controlling. Immediately she felt something wasn't quite right, she felt safe with his arm around her, but also uneasy. He was strong and tall, she was neither, but she didn't have a choice but to stick with him. As they walked further into the dark, empty park his grip grew tighter, holding her closer. She'd try to pull away but every time he'd pull her back in, gently, but forcefully. At first, he had seemed powerfully protective, but now she was getting more and more worried. Every time she tried to distance herself from him he'd hold her tighter, he said he just wanted to keep her safe, but she suspected that was the last thing he wanted. Her mind was made up. Suddenly she pulled away from him hard, and with a shout of "Get the fuck away from me!" she darted away. But it was no good, his hand grabbed her tight before she'd taken more than a few steps. He pulled her in tight, and she screamed. Not for long though, soon a strong hand covered her mouth, muting the scream and filling her body with panic. Desperately she struggled, clawing at his hand, trying to kick him, hit him or scratch him, but he didn't react. He simply kept his hand pressed over her lips and nose.

"Hush now, little kitten," he whispered into her ear, his words chilling her to the core, "no fighting."

She couldn't fight now, her lungs were burning and she was running short on breath. She was going weak, her vision blurring. More and more she panicked but there was nothing she could do. Consciousness slipped away from her for a moment, and she fell, supported only by his hands.

When she came to a few seconds later, he had already carried her from the path, and laid her down in the trees. Again she screamed, as loud as she could, desperate to get anyone's attention. But she knew there'd be nobody nearby, not at this time of night, and she was out of earshot of the nearest houses.

"Shut the fuck up slut," he barked at her, slapping her hard across the face. The impact sent her glasses flying off her face, and immediately her cheek began to sting and burn. For a moment she was so stunned she couldn't help but obey, and she was silent as he climbed over her, straddling her, a knee either side of her chest. Her vision was terrible without her glasses, but in the light of the moon piercing through the canopy, she could see him grin, as he reached for the waist of his jeans. His smile terrified her, sent her heart beating faster than it already was. Quickly he pulled his belt off, and the snap of leather brought her back to her senses. But it was too late now, already she could feel the leather wrapping around her wrists, she struggled and kicked and tried to wave her arms but he was so much stronger, he kept her arms pinned above her head effortlessly as he tied them. She struggled against the restraints, pulled at the leather and tried to free herself, but it only hurt her as belt cut and dug into her wrists. Every second that she struggled unsuccessfully made her more afraid. She knew there was nothing she could do now, that she was under his control. He only laughed at her pathetic attempts to break free.

"Done?" He mocked, "give up?"

"Fuck you!" She screamed back, earning herself another hit to the face. She could taste blood now, mixing with the metallic adrenaline in her mouth.

Quickly his hands grabbed her top, and pulled. The fabric tore, splitting up the middle to reveal her bra, and he pulled the tatters from her body. Again she screamed,

"Fuck you! Fuck off! Help! Help! Someone! Rape! Help!"

Sick of her protests he bundled the fabric into a ball, and forced it into her mouth, stifling her screams.

"Shut the fuck up, Jesus Christ. If you stop screaming long enough you might just enjoy it," he laughed.

His hands moved to her bra, and undid the clasp, with a hard tug he tore the fabric of the shoulder straps one at a time and exposed her perfect round breasts fully. The cold air on her sensitive skin made her shiver, and despite everything sent sparks through her body. For a long moment, he just admired her, staring at her, admiring her body, before he slowly ran his hands over it. It had been a long time since anyone had looked at her like that, in any other situation she probably would have loved it. He felt every inch, starting from her hairline his hands traced the shape of her face, and down her neck. Her breathing grew faster and faster with every second he touched her skin. Then over her collarbones, down her sides to her breasts. His thumbs teased her nipples and she couldn't help but let out an involuntary whimper, as his touch set a fire inside her.

"Oh, do you like that kitten? He growled, "do you like having your perfect tits played with?" He only laughed at the muffled grunts he got in reply.

Next, his hands moved to her waist, and his nails dug in. Hard. He dragged his claws down her body, leaving red cuts and scratches in their wake. Jess tensed and arched her back, trying to pull away from his touch but she knew she was going nowhere. The stinging pain shot through her body, and made tears well up in her eyes.

Then to her shorts. He slid a finger into the waistband and tugged at it, feeling her struggle against him as he did. Quickly he slid his weight down her body, resting it on her shins and leaving her waist and thighs exposed.

She sensed her chance, and threw herself at him, her tied hands impacting the top of his skull and sending him reeling. As he recovered she pulled her legs from underneath him, and kicked him hard in the stomach, knocking him to the ground with a loud groan. She struggled to her feet, and began to run, pulling the tatters of her top from her mouth as she did. But she tripped, a loose branch sending her back to the ground, and now he was stood up. Running after her he grabbed her as she struggled back to her feet. His outstretched hand grabbed her hair, and pulled her back as she squealed from pain and shock. Before she knew it he had slammed her face first into a tree. The impact winded her, and she let out a long hard groan as it crushed her breasts into the bark.

"Fucking cunt," he cursed, pressing her against the wood. Reaching down he slapped her hard across the thighs, and made her scream and whimper from the pain, even in the half-light of a full moon he could see he'd left a red handprint on her white skin. Again he swung, and again. He hit her in the thighs, and across the back. Each time she squealed from the pain and each hit drove the fight out of her, making her weak, until she was only standing, sobbing, held in place by a strong hand against her head. Confident she was subdued a little, he moved back to her shorts, and quickly undid them, pulling them down to her knees and exposing her lacy black underwear. He took a second to cup her round little behind in his hand, and she felt a hot shiver go up her spine, the adrenaline and the alcohol were mixing, she was scared, but almost excited. Then he grabbed her underwear, and pulled it down too, exposing her fully to the night air. Another shiver went up her spine, and she whimpered softly, between short fast breaths. She wanted to fight, she knew she should, but she couldn't, she was under his control. Leaning in close to her he whispered

"This is gonna be fun. I'm gonna have so much fun fucking you." His hot breath on her skin awoke something inside her, she knew what was coming and the fire inside of her was building. His teeth sunk into the lobe of her ear, and then into her neck. The grip of his teeth was like nothing she'd felt, it hurt so much but it was driving her crazy. Then she heard the zip of his jeans undo, and braced herself for what she knew was coming. She was terrified, hurting, exhausted, drunk, she was under his control, and they both knew it.

She felt the head of his serpent press against her lips, and groaned hard as it pressed into her. Again his hand moved to cover her lips, to keep her silent, as his whole length was forced inside her.

"What a good little slut you are," he told her, as he began to thrust, slowly, forcefully, "letting me fuck you. You didn't even fight. You must be craving a nice fat cock." He was thick and long, stretching her, hurting her with his every movement, she wasn't ready but he didn't care. Faster and faster he began to thrust, gripping her mouth tighter, muffling her cries and sob. pulling her into him with it.

"Please," she tried to beg "please, no, please..." Suddenly he adjusted his grip, and covered her nose too. And her begging stopped, replaced by sheer panic. Soon her lungs were burning, and her heart was beating harder than ever before, trying to pump blood to her oxygen-starved brain. But it was no good, she was going weak again, losing her already blurry vision, but just as she felt the edge of consciousness slip away he released his grip, and she drew a long hard breath.

"Fuck" she panted. As she regained her senses every feeling seemed to grow more intense. The pain was excruciating and the fear overwhelming, but as the adrenaline pumped around her body, giving her the rush she had craved for so long, the pleasure grew too. She hated him, she hated what she did to her, but more than anything she hated that it felt good. She hated that his cock filled her so completely, that his hands controlled her, that he had this effect on her.

"Oh you're fucking enjoying this aren't you, whore?" he growled, as if he was reading her mind. "You fucking love my cock. Don't you?"

"Fuck you" was her only reply. And for that, he slapped her harder than she'd ever been slapped and she couldn't help but whimper, from pain and from excitement. The sting sent sparks down her whole body, down there.

"Answer me!" he demanded.

"Yes..." she admitted.

"You're such a fucking whore, aren't you?"

"Yes..."

She knew he was right. He was taking her, using her, and she loved it. She wasn't fighting back any more, it even felt good. So good. It had been so long since she'd been fucked like this, hard and rough, the way she wanted it, the way she needed. It hurt, but she was wet now, and needy, her body was becoming alight with sparks as he thrust into her harder and harder. She really was a whore, a cheap slut who would let anyone fuck her, and she was ashamed. Tears poured down her face, carrying dark makeup with them, but her sobbing was interjected with moans and gasps of pleasure.

"Oh fuck whore," he growled into her ear, "you feel so fucking good. You're so tight and wet, and your tits feel so good to grope. You really are the perfect bit of fuck meat."

"Fuck y-" she started to snarl, but was cut off mid-sentence as a wave of pleasure shot through her body, making her moan loudly into the empty woods. "Fuck..." She knew there was nothing she could do now, even her own body was fighting against her. So, she gave in to it, to her needs and sick, twisted desires, and those of her tormentor. Pushing against the wood she bent and arched, repositioning herself so his pounding didn't hurt so much. Then almost instantly she felt his cock press into the perfect spot inside of her, sending lightning shooting out to every extremity of her body. "Oh fuck," she moaned breathily. It felt so good, better than anything had in months. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.

"Good fucking girl," Jack growled back, through increasingly hard, deep breaths. "You're such a good girl. Such a perfect toy. Fuck, you're amazing. You feel so great wrapped around my cock." His thrusting shifted too now, slower and more methodical, bending and pressing, he was hitting that spot almost every time now, and each time he did it sent shivers up Jess's body. She could feel something building inside her, the fire getting larger, burning hotter. It wouldn't be long before she was there, not like this. She was getting close. He was too, by the sounds of his breathing. Each breath was a long, deep, moaning growl now, and each one made his fucking feel even better. He was driving her crazy, pushing her closer all the time. But she could feel him beginning to twitch and swell and buck, breathing faster and deeper, she knew they didn't have long. If he was going to use her like this, she was determined she was at least going to cum.

"Harder..." she pleaded, her voice shaking with pleasure as she moaned out the word.

In reply, he only laughed. An evil, cocky laugh, that sent chills through her body. She was really starting to want him. Fuck. But his hand shifted to her throat and gripped it as he used it to pull her into his thrusts. Harder, faster, deeper thrusts every time, filling her completely, making her moan and whimper and shiver as he fucked her as hard as she'd ever been fucked.

Then she felt it, she felt him twitch hard, and with a long, loud grunt he exploded inside of her, his hot load shooting out into her achingly sensitive hole, making Jess moan like the bitch she knew she was.

"Fuck!" he growled, as his thrusts slowed, "fuck, fuck, fuck. Fuck you feel so good you whore, shit."

But she wasn't done yet, she was close, sensitive, but still achingly needy. She needed more, she needed to cum.

"Don't stop, please..." she begged. "Please master..." Oh fuck, what had she called him? Master?! It took the best guys months to earn that title from her... and she'd called this sick fuck that after he's raped her. She was fucked in the head, she thought to herself, but she didn't care. The shame made it feel better.

Thankfully, he complied, giving another evil laugh while he began to thrust faster again with his still-hard cock, squeezing tighter around Jessica's throat as he did. His hand was cutting off the blood flow to her brain, making her heart pound in her chest just to keep her conscious, and flooding her body with adrenaline as it did. As his hands gripped and pulled on her, her own reached down, between her legs, and rubbed quickly on her sensitive clit. Pleasure flowed through her, from inside and out, sending sparks all through her, building the fire inside of her, making her moan and pant lustfully, pushing her ever closer to what she craved, what she was desperate for, what she needed. Then finally it happened. She felt the wave of pleasure wash over her, coming from between her legs to flood her whole body. Her head shot back, her muscles twitched uncontrollably, and through the tight grip on her neck escaped a long, loud moan.

"Ohhhhh fuck! Fuck master, Fuck! Shit! Oh my god..."

Finally he removed himself from her, dropping her to the ground as she failed to stand on shaky legs. Landing with a dull grunt she stayed for a long moment, panting quivering, feeling the afterglow heat her body. Every part of her hurt, her mind was awash with thoughts, she could feel his cum mixing with her own wetness between her legs. All she could do was sob uncontrollably, curling into a ball, every nerve in her body overloaded. She felt Jack's hot breath on the skin of her neck but was too weak to even react. Laying unmoving as his hand rested on the soft skin of her side and told her

"Good fucking girl."