It would be so fucking easy. Alone, broken down on a deserted road with no phone signal and no-one else to help. You'd be so hopeful, so grateful when I pulled up to help. So happy to see me when I got out looking confident and competent and ready to get my hands dirty taking a look at the problem.

I might even try and fix it, undecided yet whether I take my pleasure from forcing you. Earnestly trying things, making suggestions, leaning under the hood as I tell you to crank the engine.

Just long enough for you to drop your guard.

Then I'd grab a handful of your hair at the back, lifting it and pulling you forwards until you're bent double then dragging you into the bushes. We wouldn't even need to go far, not all the way out here.

Out of sight of the road it would be easy for you to stumble and sprawl on the ground, easily pinned down by my body weight, especially a skinny slut like you. Easy for me to push your face into the dirt and rip your jeans down to your knees to expose that round ass.

Easy for me to straddle you and shove my fat cock into your juicy cunt and whisper in your ear how much I can tell you're enjoying it. To growl directly into your mind that this is what you deserve for being out here such easy prey.

Easy enough too once I have you pinned beneath me to slide my cock out of your pussy and line up against your tight little asshole. I wonder if you'd cry out now, finally. If you'd struggle and squirm or relax and let me take my pleasure from your tighter hole.

It wouldn't matter, ultimately, what you did. Whether you resisted fiercely or capitulated completely to my will. It might matter to you later when you frig desperately to the memory of being raped in a ditch, but it would never matter to anyone else.

You'd still end up stumbling back to your car with an asshole leaking cum and the taste of dirt in your whore mouth. You might even find it fixed.