Trigger warning: the following erotica contains descriptions of consentual-nonconsent (CNC), capture, degradation, and rough play. You have been warned… 

After relaxing and clearing her head for some time, she decided that she needed to get ready for the evening’s festivities. As she got out of the tub, she caught a look of herself in the mirror, smirked, and thought “damn, I look good. I’ve got a nice tight ass, perky tits, small waist...and a cute, tight, little pussy. I’m the definition of a sexual conquest. He’s a lucky guy. I just hope that I am lucky tonight and not disappointed as usual.” 

As she looked at herself in the mirror she decided that she would go with one of her favorite pairs of lace lingerie - if he was going to get his dick in her, he was going to have to work hard. She finished drying off and started rifling through the drawers of her dresser.  She grabbed the pair of red lace lingerie, and pulled the sexy red thong up her legs and fastened the red lace behind her back. “Damn!” she thought as she glanced at herself in the mirror. She always felt like she got a bump of confidence when she wore her cute lingerie. She could see her nipples and the top of her little, tight slit through the lace. “If this doesn’t get him worked up, nothing will” she said. She found a cute little pair of yoga pants. “Not too high waisted, not too nice, not grungy looking. If they get fucked up, I won’t miss them too much” she told herself. She pulled the pants up her thin, toned legs and over her tight, sexy ass and situated the waistband where she wanted it. She found a sweatshirt that was just plain navy blue. “This’ll do,” she thought, “Nothing too special, and it doesn’t have my sorority letters on it, so I still have some anonymity.” She looked herself over in the mirror and smiled. She looked good. Damn good. She grabbed a little scarf and her ensemble was complete for the evening, just as instructed. She emptied her school stuff from her backpack, threw in a beach towel as she was instructed to do. “I have no idea why I need this damn thing, but whatever. I’d better bring a change of clothes and some cute lingerie too in case this falls through or doesn’t last too long - I might still be able to go out tonight and find someone to give me a good fucking...and they’ll never know that they are the sloppy seconds,” she said to herself as she threw the last of her things into her backpack.

“Bye, I’m heading out for the night - pulling an all-nighter studying with some friends. I’ll see you tomorrow!” She told her roommate as she walked out of the apartment. She wondered if her roommate knew that she was lying about what she was doing tonight. “She probably knows that I am going out to get laid, but I need this and I don’t judge her when she and her boy toys are fucking like rabbits on the other side of the apartment” she told herself. She got in her car and headed to the spot on campus where she was going to go and wait for her mystery man. “Where exactly on the damn trail should I wait for him?” she though, then it hit her. She parked by the baseball field, walked to the trailhead and followed the path into the woods. She realized as she was heading to the trail exactly where she was going to go: this nice little secluded place with benches and a light about halfway between the football and baseball fields. She realized that noone would be on the path at this hour or at this time of the semester. It made for the perfect place. She got to her spot, placed her bag on the bench and sat right next to it. 

9:45pm

“I am here. [Location Shared]. You probably want to park by the psychology building” 

Delivered. Read 9:46pm.

“Well, no turning back now” she thought as she took a deep, calming breath.

*BZZZ BZZZ*

She knew it could only be one person. She looked down and opened his message. “Good. Walk 50 feet into the woods behind the light. Unfold your towel and sit down. Wrap your scarf around your eyes and ears. If anyone asks what you are doing, your response is to be “I am just clearing my mind”. You’ll know when it is me. Should you need it, your safe word is ‘avocado’.”

“Um...what the fuck?! I guess that explains the towel and the scarf. This is going to be….interesting. At least he gave me a safe word, but I doubt that I’ll need to use it. Maybe I can actually clear my mind for a minute or two” she thought. 

“I understand” 

Sent. Read 9:49pm

She picked up her bag and walked 50 feet into the woods, like she was told. She found a spot that wasn’t too covered with sticks and twigs, it was a secluded but visible from the path at this hour - if you knew where to look. She wondered if he was getting lucky about the convenience of this location, or if he was more familiar with it than she was. She had to admit, she was not mentally prepared to be sitting in the woods tonight, but yet here she was. She pulled her towel out of her bag and spread it out on the ground. She looked down at her watch: 9:55. “5 minutes of sitting out here alone? This is going to really piss me off if he doesn’t show up!” she told herself. She sat down in the middle of her towel, pulled her scarf up over her eyes and ears, just as she was instructed to do, and began to wait. She was sure that if someone happened to see her, she would probably just look like she was meditating in the woods. 

She couldn’t have been there for more than a minute or two before she faintly heard footsteps on the path through her scarf. They stopped. Her heart felt like it was frozen in her chest. “Hey! Are you ok over there?!” Someone called. “Yea! I’m fine. I’m just trying to clear my mind - finals, ya know?!” she replied. She wasn’t sure if this was her mystery man testing her, or just a concerned passerby. “Ok cool. Good luck with your finals. I like your scarf, by the way. See ya!” the stranger called, and she could hear his footsteps fade down the path. She wondered why she picked this place. Surely her mystery man would be discreet enough not to fuck her out here where anyone could see.

All was quiet again. It felt like an eternity to her while she sat there in the silence of the evening. She thought that she was hearing some steps again from further off down the trail again. She wondered if there was actually someone there, or if it was her mind playing tricks on her. The muffled sound got a little more distinct with every few seconds - there was definitely someone on the trail again. The footsteps stopped for a second and then she heard someone calling “Hey! What are you up to over just sitting there?!” “Oh, I’m just clearing my mind - finals have me a little stressed out!” she responded. “I gotcha. Have a good night, be safe out here!” the voice called back. “Thanks, you too!” She responded.

She thought that surely this could not be the person that she was to meet tonight. He sounded too...informal. The guy that she had been talking to would never talk so informally, she thought. There was something about his last words that shook her a little bit, though. “Be safe out here”? Did he know something that she didn’t? Her whole plan for the night revolved around a mysterious meet-up, the struggle that she planned to give him, and being used by him - roughly. “Be safe out here!” It was like it reverberated in the depths of her thoughts. She heard him walk off, and all was quiet in her world again. The evening breeze started to pick up a little more, wafting along the scent of the south georgia pines and of the nearby lumber mill; rustling the leaves and the trees a little bit. She thought that she heard something. Were there other sounds in the woods or on the trail? She strained her ears to hear anything of the outside world that she could make out in the muffled sounds. She didn’t hear anything distinct no matter how hard she tried, no footsteps, no talking, just the sound of the trees and an occasional crack of a branch or twig.

She felt like she was being watched. Like she was the prey for some hungry predator who was just waiting for the moment to strike. She didn’t dare take off her scarf - what if he actually was watching her, stalking her, waiting for her to disobey his commands and ruin the fulfillment of her deepest fantasies. She would just sit and wait for a little while longer, she told herself - but she told herself that she was not going to wait all night. “If he doesn’t get here soon, I’m putting on those cute clothes in my bag, those boots I have in my car, and I’m going out. The college boys can’t resist a little sex craved cutie like me - I’m getting laid tonight, damn it!”

She waited patiently for what seemed like another 30 minutes, but she knew that it could not have possibly been that long. She heard no sounds that betrayed any movement of someone sneaking up on her, but her mind kept racing. “Surely he is still coming!” she kept telling herself. Suddenly, without a sound to warn her, she felt the force of a strong hand wrapping around her neck and it’s companion covering her mouth and nose. She stifled a breath, but she didn’t scream or yell. She tried to twist, turn, and bend her way away from the crushing grip that was tightening around her neck. “Did you have a chance to clear your mind?” a voice growled into her ear “I know that you’ve been stressed...after all, what was it you said - “finals, right?!” Nice scarf, by the way.” As she struggled against the overpowering grip of her assailant, she had a moment of clarity in which she understood perfectly. The first passerby was her mystery man, he was sizing her up, making sure that she followed his instructions, and tormenting her by making her wait. “Mmmmhhhmm hmmm hmmm mmmm.” She responded to him.