You catch my attention as you’re waking home alone at night. Your arms are crossed trying to fight the cold and conceal your hard nipples. The air is much cooler then you were expecting when you headed out for the night in just a T-shirt and jeans. Chicago weather… you should have known better.

I circle around the block and park ahead of you. I step out of my car and time my approach so that we cross paths near my car. As we pass, I smile pleasantly. You glance at me briefly but put your head down and continue along with your march. The second your back is to me I grab you covering your mouth tightly as I pulled your body to mine. I growl into your ear to shut the fuck up and that I only want your purse and phone. I ask if you understand and you nod along, eyes wide with fear.

We stand frozen for a moment. You wrapped in my arms. You can feel my heart racing and breath quicken. You see me looking around and the hand of the arm wrapped around you now reaches up and grabs your breast. You hear me groan slightly and feel my cock grow hard and press against your hip. I start to pull you to my car and you panic. You’re a fighter and instinct kicks in. You pull, struggle and kick. I shove you against the car door and punch you in the stomach, hard. We won’t be having any of that. Not tonight. Not out here.

Gasping for air and doubled over in pain, you’re powerless to fight back any more. I pick you up and throw you into the back seat of the car. I quickly grab your purse, toss it in the passenger seat and off we go. The pain subsides and you become more aware again just as the car stops. You frantically look out of the windows trying to get your bearings as my door closes and the one behind you opens. We’re in the dark corner of a parking lot, hard to see from the road and no one’s around. I pull you onto your back across the seats. Pin you by your throat and tell you to be good. You start to fight and I show you a knife. The distant streetlights reflect on the blade and you freeze as I press it against your neck. Again, telling you to be good.

You can’t help but to cry as you hear my belt and zipper being undone. You’re pulled so your head is hanging off the edge of the seat now and I order you to open your mouth. You reluctantly do so and I thrust my cock down your throat. You gag, choke and try to pull away and i ease up and tell you to suck me good and I’ll let you go. You close your lips and work your tongue around the head of my cock trying not to sob as you work my shaft like your life depended on it

While you work my cock I pull your shirt up exposing your tits. My cold hands grab and knead them as I pinch and twist your nipples. I suddenly pull out and tell you you’re almost done. The door slams behind you nearly hitting your head. The other door, by your feet rips open.

I undo the button and zipper of your jeans and pull them off your body as you try to curl up crying. I warn you not to fight, reminding you of the knife and you listen. You’re a good girl. I rip your panties off and crawl ontop of you. I cover your hand with my mouth and pull your leg up, grabbing your thigh and ass as I force myself inside of you. You’re wet but so scared. It hurts and you yelp. Good thing I’ve got a hand over your mouth. I thrust over and over, harder and harder pushing your neck and head against the door of the car. I grunt and groan with each thrust, knocking the wind out of your tiny body as I pummel your cunt. You moan half in exhaustion and half in reluctant pleasure and you feel my body tense up. The hand over your mouth grasps harder and I explode inside of you with a primal roar of excitement. I thrust a few more times. Hard and sharp. Deep inside of you making sure you take ever drop of my cum before collapsing on-top of you. I lie there for a moment and then tell you we’d best get moving before anyone starts looking for you. I get up and tell you to get yourself cleaned up.

I go to the front of the car, grab your bag, rummage through and retrieve your drivers license and phone. I recite your address to you, break your phone and tell you that if you tell anyone about this that I will find you and kill you… you believe me. I tell you to get out and to go home. You get a few steps out of the car, your mind racing when you hear me sternly tell you to stop. You freeze and turn around thinking this is it, you’re never going home… I toss you a sweatshirt and tell you to put it on. It’s cold after all and you’re hardly wearing anything. I shoot you a pleasant smile, get in my car and drive away.