Don't Walk Home Alone

*This story has non-consent content, so if that's not your jam, maybe you should read something else. Also this is my first submission, so constructive feedback would be great!*

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Jessica had been at the pub with some of her friends for a few hours, but everything they were saying was starting to sound annoying and boring, which is how she knew it was probably time for her to go home. She'd been at uni all day and the one post-class drink had led to three or four and she had had enough. She said goodbye to her friends and walked to the side of the road to order her Uber, before flicking open her banking app and realising that she just didn't have the $25 to spare to spend on getting home. Reluctantly she opened the metro app, and started walking towards her train station. She hated public transport, but unfortunately she didn't have much of a choice. Once she was on the train she sat down and closed her eyes, leaning her head against the glass of the window next to her. Her trip home took about half an hour so she wasn't too concerned about missing her stop. After a while, she started to get the feeling that someone was watching her, so she opened her eyes and looked around, but it couldn't see anyone apart from a few late night commuters who seemed to be absorbed in scrolling through their facebook feeds. Jessica was used to getting unwanted attention when she was on the train, or anywhere in public, really. She was tall and curvy with long dark hair and a couple of visible tattoos that creeps seemed to always feel entitled to ask her about. She usually tried to stay on guard when it was night time and she was alone, but it was hard to maintain that level of alertness for the whole ride. She closed her eyes again.

Once she got to her stop, she got off the train and started the ten-minute walk back to her place. Even though there didn't seem to be anyone around, she kept thinking she heard some kind of a noise behind her. She turned to see if anyone was there, and when there wasn't she kept walking. As soon as she turned back though, as if out of nowhere, she felt a rough hand grab her by the shoulder and push her into the brick wall she was walking past. Her head cracked against the wall and she felt dizzy and disoriented, but immediately started to struggle against this unknown person who was now holding her by both of her shoulders up against the wall. She started hitting at him wildly with her arms, which were still free, but the man was obviously a lot stronger than her and simply grabbed her by the wrists instead of the shoulders and held her in place.

"No!" she shouted. "Stop! Someone, help!"

He held both of her wrists together above her head with one of his hands, and roughly grabbed her by the throat with the other to get her to shut up. She choked and spluttered, trying to yell for help, but he was holding her throat so tightly she could barely get any noise out. He bent to her ear and whispered into it, "If you try to make any noise or struggle any more, things are going to get really, really bad for you". Her eyes darted around, frightened, trying to look for someone to help her, but realised that it was late, and the park was deserted. No one was coming to save her.

He released her throat and she gasped, struggling for air. Instead of letting her breathe, he raised his hand and slapped her hard across the face, right on her cheekbone. She cried out in pain for just a second before his hand came crashing towards her face again, making her ears ring and her head foggy.

"Now," he said, "Are you going to behave?"

She looked up and him and realised that she had no chance of escaping this guy. He was clearly strong enough to hold her in place with just one of his hands. He was taller than her, and quite muscular with some stubble covering his face.

Not waiting for a response, he started unbuttoning her jeans and pushed them down to her knees, all the while holding her still with his left hand. She was writhing, trying to get him to stop, but ultimately there was nothing she could do, and she knew it. He slipped his hand to her pussy, and started stroking it through her underwear. He could feel the heat of her, and how she was backing away from his hand, trying to avoid what she knew was coming.

"Stop! Why are you doing this?" She sobbed.

He smiled to himself, this was the part he always liked the most. He slowly slid his fingers into her underwear, rubbed over her clit, all the way down to her hole, where he suddenly shoved three of his fingers. Jessica cried out in pain and anger. She wasn't used to having so much in her pussy, and with no preparation she felt like she was being torn apart. She could feel his breath in her ear, getting faster as his fingers worked their way deeper into her.

"I can feel that you're wet," he growled at her. "You're liking this, aren't you, slut."

She fiercely shook her head, and he could see that her mascara had started to run down her face.

"You might not think you like it, but your body is telling me you do. I can feel you getting wetter and wetter the more I force my fingers into you. What a whore".

He started sliding his fingers in and out of her, making her cry out every time he pushed them back into her, and could feel her wetness leaking everywhere over his hand. He forced them into her again, but this time he was sure he heard a small gasp from her, that sounded like she might be enjoying the fact that he was using her pussy. He brought his other hand down from her wrists and yanked the front of her top open, exposing her tits. Her nipples were small and pink, and surprisingly hard. He roughly grabbed one of them, pinching the nipple between his fingers so hard it made her cry out again. He dug his nails into it, leaving marks and making her nipple sting and burn. He slowly slid his other fingers out of her pussy and started making slow circles around her clit with them, which made her start to moan in earnest. He could see her lips were parted, and it almost looked like she was staring into the distance, it seemed like she couldn't properly focus on what was happening to her.

Seeing how good her mouth looked, open like that, he decided he didn't care how much she was enjoying herself. The next thing she knew she was being forced to her knees. He held her by her hair as he undid his own jeans and pushed them down, exposing his cock, which by this point was hard and glistening with pre-cum. He tipped her head back and instructed her to open her mouth. He ran the tip of his cock over her lips, before sliding it deep down her throat in one go. She gagged and struggled, eyes pleadingly looking up at him. Her hands were scratching at his thighs and trying to fight him off, but his hand holding her hair was too strong. He held her in place with his cock down her throat for one or two beats, before pulling it from her throat, and leaving her gasping on her knees on the concrete, tears streaming down her face.

He liked how much of a mess she was, blubbering and whimpering, her face red from where he had hit her. She was trying to cover her breasts from where he'd torn her top earlier, and looking up at him with fear in her eyes. She saw him pulling something from his pocket, it looked like some material. He scrunched it up and forced it onto her face. Then everything faded to black.

Jessica woke up on a bed. She was still wearing the jeans and ripped shirt that she had had on when she had been attacked. She tried to sit up, but realised that her wrists were cuffed to the bed frame. She sat up as best as she could to look at what was holding her there. It was a set of thick leather cuffs, with heavy duty padlocks on each, which were gripping her wrists uncomfortably tightly. There was definitely going to be no tearing them off or wiggling free. She looked around the room and took in her surroundings. It looked like any other bedroom. A guest room, even. Because apparently she was a guest now. There was a window, but she could see through it that they were out in the country somewhere, there wasn't another house anywhere that she could see.

Not usually one to panic, Jessica could feel the anxiety rising in her, and was trying to calm herself by breathing deeply. She knew that freaking out was only going to make the situation worse. She looked down at her torso and realised that her breasts were still exposed. She felt a wave of panic start to overwhelm her, but closed her eyes instead and tried to think of what to do next.

She was just starting to consider her options when she heard footsteps coming from outside of the bedroom door. She could see someone's feet on the other side of the door, blocking the light. The man opened the door and came in, so she could finally see who it was that was doing this to her. He was surprisingly normal looking. Taller than her, and quite muscular, but not nearly as extreme as he had seemed the night before. He had some stubble and dark blonde hair, but otherwise could pretty much be any guy on the street. He walked over to her and she shrank away from him. He grabbed her by the face and shoved her against the bed head.

"Do you even remember how you got here, slut," he said to her. "You know no one knows you're here. And really, you don't even know where 'here' is."

He let her go and walked a few paces from the bed, and started undressing himself. He took off his jeans and t-shirt and stood in the sunlight in his tight boxer brief underwear. She could see the outline of his cock rapidly hardening as he looked at her.

"I know you don't think you're going to like what I'm about to do to you, but I'd really recommend you try to keep an open mind. The more you struggle the worse it's going to be for you. Not that I care, but just something to think about'. He smirked at her horrified face as she clawed at the handcuff that was restraining her.

"Now, if you do exactly as I tell you, tomorrow, I'm going to let you go home. If you don't, though. If you struggle against me too much, or you try to escape, it's going to be a whole lot worse. I'll beat you within an inch of your life and I'll leave you on the side of the road somewhere.

Are we clear?"

Jessica started panicking. She screamed and started futilely tried to pull her wrists free of their bindings, while kicking her legs frantically. The man walked to her and slapped her face, hard. She gasped and looked up at him. She knew he was for real.

"I'm going to uncuff you now, and you're going to come kneel on the floor in front of me and suck my cock."

Horrified, Jessica nodded.

He grabbed the padlock keys from the other side of the room and unlocked her. She slumped forwards in relief, her shoulders were sore from being stretched up and apart for what she could only assume was a whole night. He grabbed her by her hair and dragged her off the bed onto the floor. She looked up at him and could see him stroking his cock over his underwear. She looked up at him, eyes wide, as he pulled off his underwear to reveal his thick, rock-hard cock.

He grabbed her by the sides of her face, "don't make me tell you again, whore."

She reluctantly opened her mouth and took in the head of his cock. She swirled her tongue around it slowly. She figured if she could make him cum this way, she might be able to avoid him fucking her afterwards. She started licking up and down the sides of his cock to make it nice and slippery, and then started stroking up and down it with her hand, still sucking and licking the head. Then she slowly pushed down further, taking him into her mouth, all the way to the back of her throat. He groaned, and thrust further down her throat. Her eyes were watering, and it was all she could do not to pull back and splutter. He grabbed her by the hair and held her head in place, inching his dick further and further down her throat, stopping her from breathing all together.

Jessica started to panic when she realised that he wasn't letting her go, and she still couldn't breathe. She made some muffled noises in protest, and tried to pull her head back, away from his cock, but he wouldn't let her go. She strained against his hand so hard that when he finally let her go she fell backwards onto the floor, gasping for breath.

"Get back onto the bed, cunt" He growled at her.

Her chest still heaving, she slowly stood up and got onto the bed.

"Please.. you don't have to do this."

"Lie on your stomach".

She followed his instructions. She was too scared of what he might do if she didn't. She lay face down, her arms above her head and her legs held tightly together, as if that would stop whatever he planned on doing to her next.

He grabbed the handcuffs again and fastened her wrists together.

He pulled her legs open and knelt between them. "This is going to be a lot more fun for you if you stop trying to resist me. Though really, I don't give a shit about whether you enjoy it."

He slowly pushed two of his fingers into her pussy from behind, which made her gasp involuntarily. She was so wet, she must have enjoyed him fucking her throat, he thought. He slowly slipped in a third finger and he could see the pink lips of her cunt stretching around them. He slowly started fucking her with them, and he could tell that even though she was trying to resist, she was starting to move against him. She was actually enjoying this.

Jessica felt her pussy stretching around his fingers and hated herself for thinking that, just for a second, it might actually feel good. He was filling her up so much, she couldn't help but respond, but she felt like her body was betraying her. Without realising, she started grinding her ass up towards him, trying to get more of his fingers in her.

He slid his fingers out of her and pulled her ass cheeks apart, so he could see her cute little asshole. He started making little circles around it with his still-wet fingers, and she pulled away from him and screamed.

"What did I say about behaving? If you don't let me do whatever I want, you're fucked."

Jessica whimpered and shoved her face into the pillow. She'd never had anyone play with her ass before.

He kept making little circles with his fingers, until he decided that she was ready. He slipped one of his fingers into her ass, and she whimpered. He kept pushing it into her until it was up to his knuckle. Then he started to add a second finger. Her asshole was stretching painfully around his fingers and she felt like she was being split in half. But then suddenly they were gone, and she breathed a sigh of relief.

She turned around to look at him, and saw him coating his thick cock with lube.

"You should be grateful I'm using lube, baby. I really would suggest that you try and relax."

"No! Please don't! Fuck my pussy instead, please!"

He shook his head and pushed her head back into the pillow to muffle what she was saying. Holding his cock, he stroked it up and down over her asshole, making it nice and slippery. He slowly started to press against it, and she could feel the pressure of his cock slowly forcing its way into her tiny asshole. He pushed a little harder, and she felt the head of his cock slip into her in one go. She screamed, it was so much more painful than his fingers had been. Her asshole was stretched out further than it had ever been, and she felt like he was about to tear her in half. But his cock wasn't even halfway into her yet, and he started pushing further and further into her, while she writhed and tried to back away from the assault. He held her head into the pillow with one hand so she couldn't move, and suddenly he forced the rest of his cock inside her.

"See, that wasn't so bad, was it?" He said to her, smirking. He knew how much pain she was in. She was whimpering and her breathing was ragged. She'd given up fighting him, she knew there was nothing she could do.

He started to withdraw his cock from her ass, and when it was fully out of her she thought for a second that it might be over, but he suddenly thrust back into her, as far into her as he could. His hips slapped against her ass as his cock filled her up. He looked down and could see his cock being swallowed up by her ass, and he almost came at the sight. He started thrusting in and out of her, faster and faster, while she squirmed and panted.

Then all of a sudden something changed. Suddenly there was another feeling, as well as the terrible pain she was experiencing. Suddenly it felt like her ass was finally relaxing, and she might even be enjoying having his cock in her like this. It felt so foreign and different to being fucked in the pussy, but it felt like there were totally different nerve endings that were being stimulated for the first time. She felt his hand reach down to play with her clit while he fucked her, and she could feel the pleasure building. He rubbed her while he slid his cock in and out of her ass, and she started moaning, and pushing her ass up to meet him.

"I knew you'd like this, you pervert," he said to her.

She barely heard him, all she could think about was the feeling of his cock moving in and out of her, and she knew she was getting close to orgasm. He could feel her muscles tensing, and started to fuck her harder, pulling on her hair with one hand, while his body crushed hers. She started to shake, and he knew she was about to cum, so suddenly he pinched her clit. Hard. She lost control and started bucking against him as orgasmic waves crashed over her. The sight of her cumming with his dick in her ass was more than he could take, and suddenly he was cumming too, deep in her ass, while she panted and writhed through the last intense moments of her orgasm.

He lay on top of her for a moment, and then slowly withdrew his cock from her ass. He could see it gaping open a little, and he smiled. He got up, leaving her a sweaty mess on the bed, and put his underwear back on. He wasn't going to be letting her go any time soon.