I heard the muffled crunch of my phone under a boot as he approached, my senses muted, bogged. All I

I heard the muffled crunch of my phone under a boot as he approached, my senses muted, bogged. All I could tell was that there was someone with the faint scent of leather and dirt nearby, and that I was completely vulnerable. I felt a gust of movement and suddenly he had my nose gripped tightly in his rough fingers, cutting off my only source of oxygen and making me buck in fear. His free hand came down hard across my face, and a ripple of pain and terror shot through me. I thought I could hear him chuckling, but I couldn’t be sure. I felt him trace down my body with something cold, sharp, before his weight was on my hips, his cock hard and pressed against me. The cold metal stopped tracing and fixed on my shirt as, with a sharp tug, he started to hack away at my layers until my tits fell free and I lied there, breathing heavily, panicking, in only my jeans. Until he butchered those, too. The clatter of metal on concrete told me he’d set the knife down and I blew air through my nose I hadn’t realized I’d trapped in my lungs. And then his hand was wrapped around my neck and his fingers digging roughly in my cunt, and I realized he didn’t need a piece of metal to hurt me. Every movement of his fingers made me squirm and jerk, his tightening hand around my neck making me breath in short, sharp huffs. My cunt was dripping, every nerve in my body feeling like it’d been cut short and the severed edges rubbed. And then…his hands were gone. I froze, trying to listen through the tape wrapped over my ears. Had he left? Was he just being quiet. My answer came after time stretched taut, hours probably only being minutes. I felt his weight suddenly as he wrenched my legs open and slammed his cock into me in one swift motion, one hand finding my throat again while the other mauled my tit. My scream was cut off by his hand keeping it from escaping, but muffled sobs and yelps still pushed through occasionally, only to be caught by the tape wound over my lips. He fucked me hard and rhythmically, pulling almost completely out before slamming his entire length back in my hole. My body jolted with every thrust, my back scraping the pitted concrete, neck pressed tight by his hand, making my head smack into the sidewalk when he thrust hard enough.  My mind was dimming, senses numbing, when I felt him slam deep inside me and hold himself there, his sweat dripping onto my shaking body. He swelled and emptied shot after shot of hot seed up my cunt, and I writhed and squirmed, needing him off me. He pulled out and stood, his cum trailing from my wrecked cunt, and let loose a stream of piss over my broken body. I didn’t fight–my fight had lost and died already. I just lied there, his warm stream washing over me as I sobbed.  Before walking away, he kicked me, once, and hard, in my stomach, leaving me aching inside and out, drenched in this stranger’s piss and cum.  -- source link

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