Wrong Place at the Right Time

Linda curses under her breath as another blinding flash of lightning illuminates the night sky, 
followed immediately by a rumbling burst of thunder.  Thick sheets of rain pound her car, the 
drum-like staccato adding to her growing headache.  Her engine has died, leaving her stranded 
two miles from home, and she was lucky to have been able to coast to a stop in this empty 
parking lot.  She peers out through the window, able to see a pay phone only a little way from 
the car. She curses again, knowing that even with such a short distance between her and the 
phone, she is destined to get soaked.

"Of all the times to forgot my cell," She shakes her head in disgust as her words trail off into 
mumbling complaints.

Linda shoves open the car door and hops out, pausing only to kick the door shut before dashing 
to the pay phone.  She jams her coins into the phone, stabs the numbers with a manicured nail, 
and begins cursing again as she listens to the message telling her: "The person you are trying 
to reach is unavailable at the moment.  Please try ag-."

She slams the phone down, cutting off the automated message.  She shivers as the cold rain 
sends chills down her spine, fouling her mood even more.  She stalks back to the car, pissed 
off now and really needing a cigarette.  

As Linda reaches the car, her hand moving to open the door, she feels a pressure against the 
middle of her back, a half second before she is slammed hard against the side of her car.  Her 
breath explodes out from her lungs as the side mirror punches into her stomach.  A hand tangles 
in her hair, pushing her forward and down, forcing her to bend over the hood of the car.  She 
then feels a body pressing against her and hot breath on her ear, followed then by a deep, gruff 
voice speaking.  

"You even think about screaming, bitch, and I will cut your fucking throat.."  These words are 
accompanied by the sharp point of, what she assumes is a knife poking into the side of her neck.  

Linda whimpers in pain as her hair is yanked roughly, pulling her up from the hood.  The knives 
point remains against her throat, but she feels his other hand drifting over the front of her 
body.  He squeezes each of her breasts, his touch painful and clumsy as he cruelly twists her 
nipples through the material of her blouse.

His hand slides down her stomach and moves between her legs, cupping her crotch through her wet 
jeans.  She is surprised by this and automatically slaps at his hand. He laughs at her, before 
pinching her hard on her inner thigh.  She gasps again in pain, while at the same time scraping 
her foot down his shin.  He curses then before growling and again slamming her head down 
against the hood of the car.  

Linda is dazed now, and barely conscious.  She is able to register the fact that he is cutting 
off her jeans, but is unable to clear her head enough to resist.  She can hear him talking to 
himself, making crude remarks about how sweet her ass looks, and how he can’t wait to fuck her.  
He then begins to taunt her, slapping the wet skin of her ass with his gloved hands, and 
threatening to rape her with the knife if she doesn’t cooperate.

She begins to sob now, her body quivering with fear and shame.  Her fear seems to excite him 
further, and she can feel his erection pulsing as he rubs his pelvis against her bare ass.  Her 
crying intensifies as she hears him unzipping his pants.  She feels him then, as he begins to 
rub his hot cock against her flesh, teasing him and embarrassing her more.  He taunts her again 
now, brushing his thumb over her asshole as the tip of his cock probes at her pussy.  

Linda’s body involuntarily tenses as she feels him at the entrance of her pussy, and she hears 
him laugh again, boasting about how big he is and how much it is going to hurt her.  She 
trembles silently and tries to remain calm, resigned to the fact that he will do whatever he 
wants with her.  A part of her is excited by this fact; her pussy pulsing suddenly at the loss 
of control she is experiencing.  The feeling is akin to when her boyfriend ties her up and has 
his way with her.  She begins to concentrate on this feeling, determined to beat the fear in 
any way she can.  

Her concentration is broken as her attacker suddenly shoves his cock into her, sliding deep 
inside her pussy with one long and fast thrust.  She gasps in surprise, as he laughs and then 
moans in pleasure.  His fingers tangle again in her hair as he uses that as leverage to jerk 
her back against him, forcing her to meet each of his rough, hard thrusts.  

Linda’s mouth drops open as she feels his cock inside her, longer and thicker than any cock she 
has ever taken before.  Her pussy stretches automatically, adapting to the intrusion of this 
massive cock pumping inside of her.  Her shame and embarrassment increases as she feels she 
growing moist, her skin feverish as the rain continues to pelt them both.

Her rapist slams his body against hers again and again, forcing his cock deeper and deeper 
inside her pussy.  Linda bites her lip as the pleasure continues to rise, unwilling to give him 
the mental satisfaction of knowing she is enjoying his attack on her body.  He is oblivious 
though, grunting like an animal to punctuate each forceful push of his cock into her.  He is 
leaning over her now, his breath hot against her neck, panting into her ear.  This faintly 
disgusts her, but it only serves to increase her pleasure.

Linda listens as his breathing grows heavier, and she smiles knowing the bastard will be 
finished soon.  He groans then and pulls out of her.  Linda is unable to contain her sigh of 
relief, mistakenly believing he had come.  He hears this and leans over again, whispering 
harshly into her ear, his fingers tightening painfully in her hair.

"No, no, bitch...it’s not over that easily...not by a long shot."  He pauses then, and now she 
can feel the tip of his penis resting against the opening of her ass.  Her body tenses once 
more, understanding his intent.  She shakes her head in protest, and begs him to just finish 
where he started.  He only laughs at her coldly, and slams her back down on the car.

Linda squirms now, trying to escape, but silently she urges him on, excited now by the danger 
he presents.  Her squirming arouses him further, as she secretly was hoping.  His hands grip 
her hips tightly, each finger digging painfully into her skin, the nails biting into her flesh, 
cutting her more than once.  His hands spread the cheeks of her ass wide, exposing her opening 
to him.  He moves his pelvis forward, touching lightly with the tip of his cock.  She freezes 
again, motionless, this time in anticipation and not fear.

Her attacker again misreads her response, assuming it is fear motivating her sudden 
cooperation, and plunges his cock suddenly into her ass with a violent thrust.  Linda throws 
her head back and screams, unable to contain herself, the orgasm she has been hoping for 
breaking over her in a huge wave of pleasure.  Her rapist moans, again excited by the fear and 
pain he believes he has caused.  His thrusts come quick, sliding in and out of her ass fast and 
rough, pinning her against the car with his body.  

Linda is unable to hide her own pleasure now, moaning quietly along with her attacker.  
Whispering for him to fuck her harder, to shove his cock deeper into her ass, begging now for 
more... Her body shudders uncontrollably as he cums again and again and again, her pussy 
quivering as her orgasms wash away all common sense and shame, leaving only a craving for more.  
Her attacker is perfectly willing to give this to her, slamming his hips against her own, the 
sound of their flesh loud, as the storm begins to abate.  

Linda begins a mantra now, begging for his cum, pleading for him to fill her ass with his 
sperm, crying again as she shivers on that razor’s edge of pain and pleasure.  He continues to 
slam his cock into her, fucking her violently, even more so than before, losing himself in the 
pleasure.  His moans grow louder, in concert with Linda’s, both individuals using the other to 
satisfy their urges, both grateful for the excuse the other has provided, allowing them to be 
free to pursue this animalistic desire for gratification.

Linda’s cries of pleasure become almost howls as she feels her attacker begin to cum, his cock 
throbbing inside her ass as his cum fills her.  She feels him pull out and then feels the 
remaining remnants of his cum spraying her back, briefly anyway, before the dwindling rainstorm 
washes it away.  She then feels him lean over her again, laying across her body and whispering 
breathlessly into her ear..

"If you go to the police about this, I will hunt you down and kill you...very slowly..Understand, 
bitch?"  he pulls back then without waiting for her answer.  She hears him zip up his pants, 
then nothing more after that.  She waits there, motionless, for several minutes before standing 
up and looking around, making sure he is gone before revealing her satisfied smile.

Linda wipes the rain from her face and looks up into the night sky.  The moon peeks out from 
behind the clouds, a spear of its light falling upon her face momentarily before the clouds once 
more conceal it from view.  She rubs her bruised face thoughtfully, as the sprinkling rain 
begins to cleanse her body.

||The exists nothing on this earth more entertaining than the excuses we make to ourselves, to 
explain our motivations and desires...||

