The sounds of the city echoed in Marissa's ears as she neared her home after a night out on the town. It had been a good evening; she'd caught up with some friends she hadn't seen in a while, met and planned a date for the coming weekend with a cute boy at the bar, and had even gotten a few free drinks -- largely because of how nice she looked, she imagined.
Marissa had recently turned 18, and had naturally light, long blonde hair with straight bangs draped shyly across her forehead. A small bit of mascara was all it took to make her bright blue eyes seem like sapphires whenever the light caught them. An aspiring therapist, Marissa had a kind, bookish, and easy-going demeanor. She was always doing her best to tune her emotions to the interaction at hand, and could effortlessly switch between a charming jokester with a brilliant smile to a soft and tender listener with whom you could share any problem. Marissa, was, in a word, desirable. Liked by nearly everyone that had ever met her, she'd lived a largely conflict-free life.
That was about to change.
Hands digging into her pockets to fish out her apartment keys, Marissa pranced up the steps to her porch. No sooner had she inserted the key than a hand clamped over her mouth as she was grabbed from behind. A muffled cry escaped her, but there didn't appear to be anyone close enough to notice what was going on. Effortlessly, the stranger unlocked the door and firmly guided Marissa inside.
"Do you know what's about to happen to you?" asked a masculine voice, thin undertones of tense, barely restrained violence underlying every word.
Truth be told, Marissa had scarcely begun to process anything from the moment she'd been grabbed. Stunned, she didn't even attempt to answer.
"I'll give you a hint." Still holding her from the back, and with effortless strength, the man guided her left hand down and behind her, resting it on the firm bulge in his jeans.
Beginning to understand the implication, Marissa tried to wrestle away, hoping there was still time to escape through the front door to one of the public areas near her apartment such as the café across the street. Unfortunately, despite being in good shape, her lithe frame was simply not strong enough to escape the seemingly iron grasp of the stranger towering above her.
Forcefully, the man walked her next to a couch she had in the living room just inside the doorway, pushing the top half of her torso over the armrest. The sun dress she'd been wearing offered no barrier as his hand found its way to her lace underwear and quickly pulled it down.
Just as the underwear peeled away from her ass, the reality of the situation began to hit home, and Marissa finally found her voice. She attempted to plead, but the hand clamped over her mouth made communication impossible.
"Don't worry, I'll remove my hand shortly; I like to hear the screams and cries." A quick rustling sound reached Marissa's ears, as the unmistakable sound of a belt being unfastened finished.
"Here's the deal. I am going to fuck every hole you have to offer, and I'm going to do it in my favorite order. The good news is that it gets more enjoyable for you with each new hole. The bad news is that I'm starting with your ass."
The hand slowly slid away from her mouth, "Beg me not to fuck your ass."
"Why are you doing this? Please just leave me alo"
