i’ve always been attracted to pain and subjugation, and when i was younger i had a very, very low self-esteem… all of these things made me exude this sexed up victim aura that predators easily picked up on. and that’s exactly who this guy was - a predator. he was at least fifteen, twenty years older than me and read me like a book. he could see the fragile confusion that had a hold of me and he went right in for the kill… we were sitting on a freeway overpass, smoking and leaning against the chainlink, when his hand started creeping up my leg. it felt good and it was a powerful feeling, as an eighteen year old girl, to have an older man desire you. but i had trepidation too, as his fingers started working their way under my skirt. he finally slipped two fingers inside me, all the way up to the knuckle, and grinned in my face as he found me wet. i flushed and pushed his hand away, sort of shy and embarrassed, and asked to go home then. we got up and started to walk back to the street when he suddenly pushed me up against the chainlink, grabbed my jaw in one hand and gave me that evil grin again while telling me what a slut i was, with how my body responded to his touch. telling me that he knew i liked it and wanted more. the hand holding my jaw slipped down to my throat, tightening… taking my breath away, taking my voice away, and i felt fear shiver through my body. his other hand went down, four fingers roughly finding their way inside me. it was a scary mix of pain and pleasure and i ended up clawing at his hand wrapped around my throat while his other hand furiously fingerfucked me. after a few moments, the pleasure started to spread through my body and i relaxed into the delicious feelings. i couldn’t stop myself from giving in to him, to his fingers, and he wouldn’t let up until i was crying from the way he kept forcing me to get off without letting up. tears of pleasure? tears of pain? i don’t know but i thought i deserved it all, for liking the way he made me felt, for enjoying how he overpowered me.