Winterseve
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- Feb 13, 2009
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Zowie was a newbie in the city. Originally a small town girl, she came to the city to ‘make it big’, but after only two weeks had worked out it was really quite pointless. She had found a job at a bookstore, which paid the bills at least.
Tonight had been like normal. Sometimes she would head straight back to her flat after work, settle down with a book and glass of wine and read until she felt sleep take her, or would sometimes she would go out with her boss for a drink before she did so.
Tonight was a go to a bar and have a drink night. Her boss had had one too many drinks and left before Zowie did, otherwise she would have walked with him to her car. She’d only had a glass of wine as she walked back to her car, so felt perfectly fine to drive..
She didn’t hear the footsteps from behind until it was too late. Then came a blow to the back of her head and everything went dark.
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She woke up fleetingly. She was laid down on her front. There was a feeling of intense pressure on top of her. A heavy form was on top of her, her body in it’s slight build kept down, pinned easily. Her mind span as she tried to focus, open her eyes. Her entire body felt like lead. Then she began to realise what was happening..
She felt the hard thrusts into the warm depths of her pussy, the pain of friction, and panic flickered through her mind. She was being raped. She opened her mouth to cry out, but her face was buried into whatever she had been laid on. It felt and smelt like leather. Her mind swam again, and she knew she was about to pass out again; but not before she heard a loud grunt, and felt the man bury deep inside her, cum pulsing into her clenching pussy. Then, darkness took her again.
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Cold. The first thing she felt next was cold, deep cold into her slim body. She shivered, giving a soft groan, and her dazed blue eyes slowly opened.
She was lying down, in what looked like an alleyway or side street. She moved up onto her knees, a soft gasp of pain escaping as her body ached with pain as she moved. She looked round, and saw a fairly busy road outside the alleyway, along right now, to her, it looked a million miles away.
Here mind was confused. Why was she in this alleyway? The last thing she remembered was being at the bar. Her boss going home. Heading home herself.
No.. wait.. Heading to her car, but something had happened..
Her fingers moved to her head, and she felt a sore bump beneath her dark brown hair. At this the memory came back to her of the hit to the head. And then the memory of a heavy weight on top of hers.. Thrusting into her.
She gave a sob, starting to tremble. She glanced down at herself. Her top was ripped, her pale skin dirty and bruised in places. Her skirt was covering her, but her stockings were almost completely ripped. She began to sob louder, trying to think clearly.
She needed to call somebody. Anybody, to get help. Her hand went to the pocket of her top, to find nothing. She glanced around wildly, looked for her bag. And again, nothing. She bit her lip hard, a whimper escaping her, close to panicing. They’d taken her bag, she had had everything in there.
As she continued to desperately try and think, her dazed mind hurting as she did so, she heard a voice from behind her..
This is open to one male. It can go one of two ways. The man that spots her and approaches her can either help her, gradually gain her trust, and it develops slowly into an intimate relationship. Or, it can be something more sinister. I am happy either way.
PM me if you're interested with what you would post. Thank you.
Tonight had been like normal. Sometimes she would head straight back to her flat after work, settle down with a book and glass of wine and read until she felt sleep take her, or would sometimes she would go out with her boss for a drink before she did so.
Tonight was a go to a bar and have a drink night. Her boss had had one too many drinks and left before Zowie did, otherwise she would have walked with him to her car. She’d only had a glass of wine as she walked back to her car, so felt perfectly fine to drive..
She didn’t hear the footsteps from behind until it was too late. Then came a blow to the back of her head and everything went dark.
---------
She woke up fleetingly. She was laid down on her front. There was a feeling of intense pressure on top of her. A heavy form was on top of her, her body in it’s slight build kept down, pinned easily. Her mind span as she tried to focus, open her eyes. Her entire body felt like lead. Then she began to realise what was happening..
She felt the hard thrusts into the warm depths of her pussy, the pain of friction, and panic flickered through her mind. She was being raped. She opened her mouth to cry out, but her face was buried into whatever she had been laid on. It felt and smelt like leather. Her mind swam again, and she knew she was about to pass out again; but not before she heard a loud grunt, and felt the man bury deep inside her, cum pulsing into her clenching pussy. Then, darkness took her again.
---------
Cold. The first thing she felt next was cold, deep cold into her slim body. She shivered, giving a soft groan, and her dazed blue eyes slowly opened.
She was lying down, in what looked like an alleyway or side street. She moved up onto her knees, a soft gasp of pain escaping as her body ached with pain as she moved. She looked round, and saw a fairly busy road outside the alleyway, along right now, to her, it looked a million miles away.
Here mind was confused. Why was she in this alleyway? The last thing she remembered was being at the bar. Her boss going home. Heading home herself.
No.. wait.. Heading to her car, but something had happened..
Her fingers moved to her head, and she felt a sore bump beneath her dark brown hair. At this the memory came back to her of the hit to the head. And then the memory of a heavy weight on top of hers.. Thrusting into her.
She gave a sob, starting to tremble. She glanced down at herself. Her top was ripped, her pale skin dirty and bruised in places. Her skirt was covering her, but her stockings were almost completely ripped. She began to sob louder, trying to think clearly.
She needed to call somebody. Anybody, to get help. Her hand went to the pocket of her top, to find nothing. She glanced around wildly, looked for her bag. And again, nothing. She bit her lip hard, a whimper escaping her, close to panicing. They’d taken her bag, she had had everything in there.
As she continued to desperately try and think, her dazed mind hurting as she did so, she heard a voice from behind her..
This is open to one male. It can go one of two ways. The man that spots her and approaches her can either help her, gradually gain her trust, and it develops slowly into an intimate relationship. Or, it can be something more sinister. I am happy either way.
PM me if you're interested with what you would post. Thank you.
