the random victim

[Blue]

Teaser:
I'm still wearing the short dress I wore to work. I know that whenever I wore this outfit, all my colleagues would stare wide-eyed as I walked to the copier. And I don't want to know what was going through some of their minds. But I didn't care. I was aware that my long legs, and especially my firm buttocks, were a real eye-catcher for all the men, and I was proud of it! Lost in thought, I only noticed at the last moment that a man had quietly approached me from behind. But by then it was already too late!

I can feel his hot breath on my ear as he presses himself against me from behind and asks, "Have you ever been properly fucked in the ass?"


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The following story is a work of fiction meant for entertainment purposes only. It depicts nonconsensual sexual acts between adults. It is in no way meant to be understood as an endorsement of nonconsensual sex in real life. Any similarities of the characters in the story to real people are purely coincidental.
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the random victim:
Author: Blue


the random victim


It's late on this beautiful autumn afternoon, and dusk has already fallen. I'm on my way back from a walk in the woods. Since the weather was so lovely, I'd decided to go for a stroll after work to clear my head of the worries of the workday.

I'm still wearing the short dress I wore to work. I know that whenever I wore this outfit, all my colleagues would stare wide-eyed as I walked to the copier. And I don't want to know what was going through some of their minds. But I didn't care. I was aware that my long legs, and especially my firm buttocks, were a real eye-catcher for all the men, and I was proud of it! Lost in thought, I only noticed at the last moment that a man had quietly approached me from behind. But by then it was already too late!

I can feel his hot breath on my ear as he presses himself against me from behind and asks, "Have you ever been properly fucked in the ass?"

I flinch. No, this can't be happening!

My panicked cry is immediately and brutally stifled. His hand over my mouth silences me, and with it, the pain returns to my neck. I feel him reach under my short dress, yank my skimpy white panties aside, and use the fingers of his free hand to explore my buttocks. He runs them along the cleft until he finds what he's been looking for: the entrance to my innermost self, which no one has yet entered.

His fingers try to penetrate me there. First with one, then with two fingers, he probes and pokes, but I try to resist, desperately clenching my sphincter and wriggling free from his arms, hoping he won't succeed in defiling me there. And for a moment, it seems as if he's actually going to give up, because his fingers are suddenly withdrawn.

But then he ruthlessly throws me to the floor. I land on my stomach, and a moment later I feel and hear him push my already short dress up even further, spitting a large amount of saliva onto my anus. He rubs it in with his finger. Another slimy blob follows, and I'm disgusted by the thought of what he's doing there.

"So, let's make your ass a little more supple. It would be a shame if I couldn't manage to fuck you there!" I hear his voice, laced with sarcasm, in my ear. And at the same time, he penetrates me with several fingers and rubs the slimy mucus into my buttocks.

Even that alone causes me intense pain, despite the disgusting lubricant. And then he positions his hard cock against my ass. Powerless and helpless, I await the pain. The moment he thrusts in, it comes.

Without hesitation, he brutally and ruthlessly penetrates me a little way. Another cry escapes me, but it's immediately stifled by the hand still covering my mouth.

I writhe beneath him, trying to push him out and throw him off my back. But it's useless; he has me in his grip far too firmly.

And he takes his time, a lot of time! I feel like he's tearing me apart when, unexpectedly, with his second thrust, he penetrates me even deeper. He lingers there. For a brief moment, I can feel him pull back slightly, but only to ram his hard cock all the way inside me.

I feel like I'm being impaled on a stake, tearing my very core apart. I scream in pain into the hand that gags me as I lie impaled beneath him. My fingers desperately dig into the forest floor, searching for purchase, as he begins to move inside me again.

Why did I have to go for a walk in the woods so late in the afternoon, I wonder. I'd read often enough about what could happen there, but I never thought it could happen to me. After all, it was usually young, naive girls who experienced such things. But I was already over 30 and thought I'd seen enough to avoid something like that. How wrong I was!

He jerks my head back even further, grabbing my ponytail and yanking my hair backward. Clamped in his hands as if in a vise, I can't escape his thrusts. Again and again, he rams his cock into me. The inferno unleashed by his penis burns like fire in my ass, completely robbing me of my senses. The pain puts me into a helpless trance, and the sexist insults he hurls at me reach my brain only as if through a fog. Trapped in my pain, the wetness in my eyes increasingly blurs the contours of my surroundings.

I've long since given up all resistance and now just helplessly endure it all. I lie whimpering on the floor, silently praying that he'll finish soon, while he takes his revenge on me with ever-increasing brutality. Then, suddenly, he arches his back with a groan and forces himself as deep inside me as he possibly can. I feel his hard cock, with which he impales me again and again, finally twitch and he ejaculates inside me. Panting, he lies on top of me, then takes his hand from my mouth and releases my head. I let him sink slowly into the damp grass, weeping softly in pain and shame, as if I wanted to hide there. It's like a liberation when he finally rolls off me and I can breathe normally again.

I barely notice him pulling up his pants and zipping them up. I can only vaguely make out his face through my tear- and dirt-smeared eyes. It won't be enough to give a description to the police. Besides, should I really go to the police and report the rape? After all, it was my own fault. And that's exactly what they'll hold against me.

I stay lying on the ground, sobbing into the woods. Only when I'm sure he's really gone do I get up. My torn white panties glow against the dark forest floor. I pick them up and wipe the sticky, blood-tinged juice from my bottom. I'll take them with me so no one finds them, and throw them into the wood-burning stove at home and burn them. Just like all the other clothes I'm still wearing. And then I'll shower, washing off all the filth I feel on and, more importantly, inside me. And I'll never go into the woods at this time of day again.