1. Walk down a path...


    Date: 6/13/2016, Categories: Fantasy, BDSM, Humiliation, Non-consensual sex, Rape, Reluctance, Violence, Author: amy2992h, Source: sexstories.com

    It was cold, it had been warm when she had left the house that afternoon, but now that it had started to grow dark, the chill really set in. She felt underdressed, exposed. It had been a long day, she was tired and could feel the slight haze of alcohol. She had stayed a little later at work that evening, had a couple of glasses of wine with some colleagues, she was desperate to fit in, having only lived in the area for a few weeks. She was naturally confident, had an air of self-assurance about her, but as she walked down the country lane, her sureness ebbed away. She felt vulnerable in the unfamiliar, secluded area and whilst she had always professed to love a feeling of danger, the reality of her situation scared her. She removed her headphones, wanting to concentrate, to listen for cars approaching. She continued further down the lane, the trees growing thicker and the darkness becoming more consuming. Her heels echoed with each step she took, as much as her stilettos fit in at work, they were far from practical for this walk home. In fact, maybe it was her attire that was making her feel more vulnerable. It was modest, she always insisted on dressing appropriately for work, however her hip-hugging pencil skirt and sheer blouse only emphasised her curves. She had felt sexy in the office, and in the bar, she had enjoyed the smooth caress of her stockings on the soft, pale skin of her thighs. But now as the wind chilled her, and her nipples pressed tightly against the ...
    sheer material of her blouse, she wished for looser clothing, something that would make her feel less like she was asking for trouble. She tried to change her thoughts to something more upbeat, convinced that she was just imagining a situation far worse than anything that would happen is such a lovely little village, if any cars were to drive by, surely they'd just want to give her a lift. She tried to think about her plans for the weekend, maybe a bit of shopping, explore the local area, she had heard of a lovely place not far up the road, she'd probably visit there. But her thoughts were broken when she realised she could hear footsteps other than her own. The sharp echo of her stiletto was being accompanied by a dull, heavy thud. Her vulnerability came flooding back to her, she wanted to pick up the pace, but didn't want the person behind her to know she felt scared. She wrapped her jacket tightly around her, trying to soothe her goose-bumps. She reached into her pocket, contemplating trying to fake a phone call. Normally she would pretend to call her dad and say how long she would be, but everyone knew that there is no phone signal down this way, it would just make her look more vulnerable. She resolved to pick up the pace. The footsteps behind her, kept up with her pace and that's when the reality set in that this wasn't just her imagination. She took the opportunity to flick her hair and glance behind her, hoping to see a neighbour or dog walker, but instead she saw a tall ...
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