"The Unexpected Encounter"

"The Unexpected Encounter"

By J.A. Horner

Part 1 of 2

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Every day for weeks now, you've seen the same black Mazda 6, with the same WA license plate, and the same skull on the dash facing traffic. The windows are tinted so you can't see the man inside very well, but you know that they follow you when you go to the store, or to the gym, or to school. When they aren't following you down the road, you see them parked almost everywhere that you go. The closest they get to following you home is a few miles down the road, but they always keep going past your last turn, so over time you start to think it's just a coincidence that you keep seeing them everywhere.

It's not until a few months later that you stop seeing them around. Your stress and paranoia goes away over time, and you stop thinking about it. On your way home from work one night, you notice a car on the side of the road by your house that isn't usually there. It's in the shadows so you cant really tell what color and make it is. You get a twist in your stomach, remembering the car that followed you like a dark omen, but you ignore your intuition and you get out of the car and head to your door. The moment that you open it, however, you feel yourself being grabbed from behind and pushed inside. Falling to the floor and hearing the door closing hard behind you, you look up at the man. He is wearing a ski mask and all black clothes, a rope in his gloved hands, and your heart sinks into your stomach.

A tear rolls down your face as you see him step towards you, and a strange tingling starts to creep into your cunt. "Please, don't hurt me," you plead, your voice quivering, and you start sobbing hard.

"Oh you sweet, precious little girl." I say to you gently, my baritone voice gravely from too many cigarettes. "I'm sorry, I know this is going to be hard for you. I know it's probably going to hurt a little, but I just have to have you. I've seen you around. I've followed you for a while now. You're just so fucking beautiful, and your body is so perfect. I have to have you. It's going to be okay, It'll be over soon," I tell you, stroking your head and your face, and pulling your chin up to look into my eyes. "I'm going to take care of you okay?"

"Oh God, please don't! P-Please sir. I'll do anything f-for you, please don't do this! Please!" You start crying harder and your face falls again.

I lift it back up, and when your eyes look back at me I say, "heyy, shhhh. It's going to be okay, you're so hot it'll be so quick."

Your cunny is getting hot at this point. You can't explain why, but you feel so conflicted. You know you're about to be raped, but for some reason your body is betraying you. Telling you it wants this to happen, but your whole mind is sending warning signs everywhere else. I lift you up gently, and turn you around, putting your arms behind your back, and pushing you up against the wall softly; then I tie your wrists together and lead you to the couch.

"Fuck I can't believe I'm doing this," I mutter to you, as I start to caress your body, groping at your tits and grabbing your throat. My hands explore your body tenderly, and with purpose. When they start to reach down your pants, you try to struggle away from me.

"What the fuck do you think you're doing?" I ask as I pull you back. "What are you so worried about? You're scared I'm going to find you a dripping mess?"

You whine through closed lips, and look at me pathetically. "Please don't do this."

"Don't do this? Why wouldn't I? Look at you, you're literally the hottest bitch I've ever seen, of course I'm going to do this. You really think you can walk around looking like you do, and dressing like you do, and not end up in this position?" I am holding your face now, observing you. You might as well be my lover the way I'm talking so sensually to you. "Like I said, it's going to be okay beautiful girl, I'm going to do my best to be gentle with you. Now get on your knees."

Hesitantly, you obey, and I start to pull out my cock. The knot in your stomach is tightening, and the tears are ruining your makeup already.

When my cock falls out of my jeans and smacks you in the face, your eyes widen and your jaw drops.

"That's the spirit, good girl!" I say as I shove my cock into your open mouth while you're in shock.

Almost immediately, the fear starts to fade. Something about my cock being fucked into your mouth just made you feel better. Made you feel like you are where you're supposed to be. You considered biting down, but couldn't bring yourself to do it. I was being so gentle to you, you just felt safe all of a sudden. And most importantly, your little pussy just got so wet as soon as you felt the smooth, pliant skin of my meat enter your warm mouth.

You were almost upset that your hands were bound behind your back, because you couldn't grab my cock and play with my balls, or finger yourself.

"Ohhhh fuck your mouth is so good, I knew you knew how to suck a cock, I could just tell. Walking around dressed like the little slut you are, you make it so obvious that you know what to do." I moan and grab your head and start pumping into your mouth deeper and deeper. "Ohhh do you not have a gag reflex little girl?"

I test your limits, and slowly push as deep as possible until you start to gag. The spasm of your throat squeezing my tip and making my stomach turn slightly, and my balls twitch. I pull out and hear you moaning and gasping and sobbing.

"Almost the whole thing, let's try again pretty girl," I say, and as you start to say no, I press my pelvis into your face a little harder than before and force your throat to open up to my entire 7 inch cock, your eyes rolling in the back of your head as you choke on it, and I pull out, watching a long thick strand of saliva connect us together. Your gasps are hard and rough now.

"Please sto—" you try to beg me again, but I had already put it back into your mouth and had you gagging on your words and on my cock again. This time I couldn't help but pump in and out hard and fast, fucking your face and your tight throat.

"Fuck I'm so sorry, it's just too good," I say with my head back, and my eyes closed, grunting and pumping. "Ugh, if I don't stop I'm going to bust down your throat before I even get to fuck your cunt!"

I'm trying so hard to stop, but I can't. You're starting to suck my dick like it's oxygen. Like you think that if you can get me off with your mouth that I'll let you go, and that'll be it. It's so fucking perfect.

"Gods! FUCK! FUUUCKKKK! Ugh!!" And I can't hold it back anymore. I shove my dick as far down your throat as I can, and let it all out. You feel the warm cum spraying your throat and running down into your stomach, and you swallow as well as you can, your throat clamping down on my cock as you do. I pull out, and pick you up and throw you onto the couch. I sit down next to you and catch my breath.

"Fuck baby, you just sucked my soul out I swear, I've never cum so fast from a blowjob. You're so good at that," I say, breathing deep, my eyes closed, and my hand running up and down your legs.

"It was good? I did a good job? So you're satisfied?" You ask breathlessly, and hopefully.

"Ohhhh it was good, but don't get ahead of yourself little girl. I'm not quite as satisfied as I want to be. I'm not done with you just yet. I mean for fucks sake, you're lying there with your hands bound and wearing a black dress and showing me your pretty, lacy, pink panties...no way am I through with you yet," I say, and I start to caress your inner thigh and travel down to your pussy. "And clearly you're not done either, you're so fucking wet, it looks like you pissed your panties, and you're so obviously in heat."

You stutter, unsure what to say. Your brain melting with every word I spoke as I molested your hot leaking hole.

"You're enjoying this aren't you?" I ask with a lascivious smile, and without even giving time to answer, I say, "yeah of course you are. Of course you like this you fucking slut. Okay...let's keep going then."

The fear is rising in you again, coiling around your belly like a python, and yet you could feel yourself dripping wet. You know I am right, you don't want this to stop. Something in you feels safe whenever I apologize for my actions, and tell you it's okay, and that it will be over soon. But you don't want it to be over. Even as you beg to understand why it's not over, choking back tears, your throat sore from getting plunged. You want to succumb to this truest part of yourself. Locked together in this empty house while I use you to fulfill my deviant carnal urges.

I rise from my seat, grab you up, and throw you over my shoulder with ease.

"Oh God! No, please!" You scream and start thrashing around, trying to keep up the ruse out of shame.

"Be quiet!" I bark, smacking your ass hard and shoving my fingers under your thong and into your tight dripping cunt, and then carrying you into the hallway.

"Your God isn't here tonight," I tell you as I check every door in your irritatingly long hallway. "It's just you and me. I'm your God tonight, and I've got the blessings of my own behind me cheering me on while I put you in your place. You don't need to worry little angel...the devil is a gentle lover. I'll take care of you. I'll control my animalistic instincts to devour you. You're safel. Now, where is the bedroom...ah, here we are sweet child."

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