Predator Vs Prey

It was a quiet evening, about 10:00. The cool breeze wafted over me as I walked through the desolate park near my apartment. I felt restless and wired so I decided to go for a brisk walk to burn off some energy.

As I walked along the dimly lit path, a rustling sound interrupted the deafening silence. I turned toward the sound in the bushes but saw nothing and no one. I figured it must have been a squirrel or something, so I continued walking.

A similar sound got my attention again and this time the hair on the back of my neck stood up. I still saw no one but I was struck by the feeling that I was being watched and stalked. A shiver ran down my spine as I turned the other way to walk back home. It was then that I heard footsteps walking behind me. I turned to look and it was a man walking behind me. He appeared to be over 6 feet tall with a broad chest and shoulders. He was wearing all black and looked menacing. I picked up my pace but so did he. I broke into a run but he was faster and it wasn't long before I felt his strong arms around me and him lifting me off my feet. I kicked violently and screamed for help but his grip on me was firm and I was helpless as he pulled me into a secluded area off the pathway.

I screamed and pleaded but he clasped his hand over my mouth and pressed a knife blade to my throat. "Shut your fucking mouth and do everything I say or I will fucking kill you." I became silent and nodded frantically as I felt the sharpness of the blade against my skin, slicing it ever so slightly.

The man was unbelievably strong and effortlessly threw me to the ground. I got up on my feet and hands and crab walked backwards to try to get away but he knelt and wrapped his arms around my legs and pulled me back to him.

Without screaming, I kicked and punched and resisted. I struck him in the chest and abdomen with my hands and feet several times but it didn't seem to phase him. He pinned my wrists down above my head with one large, strong hand and used the other to yank my leggings down to my ankles. He tore my flimsy panties from my body and groaned when he saw my exposed pussy.

I gasped and pressed my knees together, my last ditch effort to save myself. He released my hands so he could pry my legs apart despite me swinging my fists at him. He seemed unbothered as he pried my trembling knees apart and hovered over me. He pinned one of my arms down and ignored the other one as he held onto his long, thick cock and forced it into me. I gasped and whimpered. the pain seared through my pelvis and lower abdomen snd i cried out. He let my wrists free and grasped my throat with both hands. My eyes widened as I struggled to breathe. I used both my hands to hit him and try to remove his hands from my throat but the darkness was closing in on me and I was running out of energy as he continued to fuck me mercilessly. I couldn't move or fight or even scream.

As I was about to run out of air and stopped fighting, he released his grip from my throat. I was still limp and out of energy to fight. He effortlessly flipped me over onto my stomach and grabbed a fistful of my hair as he forced my face into the ground. His free hand gripped my waist as he forced himself inside me again.

"Ohhhh you like that don't you, you fucking slut?" My body was betraying me and I was soaking his cock with the juices I was producing. "That's a good slut" he whispered in my ear.

As his cock continued to thrust in and out of me, I felt my body edging closer and closer to an orgasm. I was confused, exhilarated, and scared all at the same time. He pulled up on my hair and head, and held me close to him as he growled into my ear. " you want me to stop?" I hesitated and then let go, "please don't stop...." I begged reluctantly. I could almost hear the grin stretching across his face. "That's a good girl." He said. He pushed me back onto all fours and fucked me even harder than he had before. I came harder than I ever had in any sexual experience

"I knew you were a good little slut." He laughed as orgasms were racking over my trembling body. After they subsided he pulled out and demanded me to take his cock in my mouth. I did as I was told as I looked up at him. I wrapped my lips around his throbbing cock, tasting myself on him. He ran his fingers through my tousled hair and formed a pony tail, aggressively guiding my head to fuck my mouth. I choked and gagged as he brutally fucked my throat. He warned me that he was going to cum and ordered me to swallow. I obliged and swallowed every last drop.

With mascara streaming down my face, my clothes torn, and my hair wrecked, I sat dazed as he quickly, but quietly fixed himself and left without saying another word. I thought to myself that perhaps I should enjoy a late night walk in the park more often...