Carly hit the “info” button on her remote, to scan the Friday night cable schedule. Her boyfriend was working tonight, and wouldn’t be home until at least 3:00am. She had the whole night to herself, and she was going to make the most of it. On the kitchen counter, she had a bottle of tequila, just begging to be opened. She poured a double shot into a short glass, took a sip, and closed her eyes as the warm liquid slipped over her tongue and down her throat.
“Now all I need is a good movie,” she thought. She had just slipped under her fluffy blanket, when the phone rang. With her drink in her left hand, Carly reached for the phone with her right.
“Guess who this is,” the caller said, teasingly.
Even after all these years, Carly still recognized his voice. It was Mark. She almost dropped her drink.
Carly met Mark about thirteen years ago. It never was much of a love story; it was mostly about sex. She had just started a new job and Mark was her boss. He flirted mercilessly, and Carly was really turned on by him, but she was seriously involved with someone, and couldn’t stand the thought of cheating. Her sex life with her boyfriend Derek wasn’t much to speak of, but that was mostly her fault, she thought. Carly just wasn’t turned on by sweet, romantic sex, and that’s what Derek was all about. He was a great guy and really cared for her, and she for him. But for the first time in her life, her sexual desires overpowered her conscience, and she cheated with Mark once. She was so guilt-ridden afterward, that she felt physically ill for days, and told Mark that they couldn’t do it again. But Derek found out, and their relationship ended terribly and immediately. Mark offered his place, and rather than move home to her parents house, she moved in with him.
The sexual chemistry with Mark was just amazing. Carly was the sexually timid girl who had darker fantasies, and Mark was the over-confident lothario, who was more than willing to help her explore those fantasies. For her, the sex was like nothing she’d ever had before. She was pretty sure that she had always had rape fantasies, and Mark just loved to fulfill them for her. He was like her missing puzzle piece. He just seemed to know what she wanted. She would struggle and he would hold her down and just take her. He talked dirty at all the right moments. It was unbelievable.
But the sex was the only thing that was working. They didn’t love each other. Sometimes, she downright hated him. Mark was a racist, and that turned her stomach. He was immature, and would laugh at jokes that until then, Carly thought only 12-year-old boys could truly appreciate. After about six months, he started cheating on her with at least a few different girls. He was quite the practiced liar, and when she became suspicious, he was a master at making her feel like both she and her questions were crazy. She doesn’t know why she stayed; it made her feel pathetic and miserable. Finally, after about a year, she got smart and got the hell out of there. At least she had learned from it. No one would ever get the chance to treat her badly a second time. “One strike, and you’re out,” she decided. She would make sure that she never felt that bad about herself again.
Three years after she left, Mark sent her a letter. Carly had recently moved, and the letter had been forwarded from her old address. The letter’s content was shocking. Mark was in prison. He had robbed a convenience store with an un-loaded gun, and he was just sentenced to eight years. Carly was stunned. The guy that she knew would never have committed armed robbery. She’d never known anyone who would commit armed robbery, she told herself. What the hell happened to him? She answered his letter, expressing her shock at the news. That was the extent of their correspondence.
Seven long years later, Mark got Carly’s phone number from an old friend, and called her. He was exactly the same, and even though it must be difficult to be smug when you’re calling from prison, he managed it. During what was an otherwise friendly call, he asked her if she was the one who had helped to put him out of business. Carly had no idea what he was talking about.
Turns out, shortly after she packed up and left, someone had printed flyers exposing the fact that Mark’s business was racist and posted them all over the local college campus. The college was his bread and butter, and this sabotage had cost him so much business, that he had to pack it in. While she didn’t shed any tears for him, Carly did let him know that she had nothing to do with it, and hadn’t been in the area since she moved home, 150 miles away. He said he believed her and changed the subject. He asked about her life, and Carly told him that she had been in a serious relationship for the last two years. Right before they hung up, he informed her that he only had a year of his sentence to go. That was the last time she heard from Mark. It was about two years ago.
But here he was on the phone. And as unexpected as this call was, his next words were a thousand times more unexpected.
“I’m downstairs in the parking lot.”
Carly’s mind was racing. Was he joking? How did he know where she lived? It turns out, he had kept the envelope from the one letter that she sent to him in prison, and it had her address on it.
“Which building is your apartment in?” He sounded so pleased with himself.
Carly thought for a quick second, and said, “I’ll come down.” No way was she letting him in her apartment. He was an ex-con, for Christ’s sake! She didn’t even know him anymore. Who knows what eight years of hard time might do to someone? That scared her.
Quickly peeling off her pajama bottoms and tank, Carly put on her running pants and sneakers. She slipped on a racer-back bra and pulled a tee shirt over her head. She stopped at the mirror, to assess whether or not the last 12 years had changed her much. Her auburn hair was at least 4 inches longer than the last time Mark had seen it. Her body was in great shape, thanks to the gym that opened across the street. Even without makeup, she looked good. Good enough to say “hello” to someone in a dark parking lot, anyway. She closed the door behind her and headed down the stairs.
There he was; Mark; and he did look 12 years older. “Good,” Carly thought to herself, although, she did have to admit that he looked more muscular. “He must have started working out in prison,” she surmised. He had a shit-eating grin on his face, if she ever saw one. They hugged, and he asked, “Is your boyfriend home?”
She should have said “yes.” Why didn’t she just lie? Instead, she said, “No, he’s at work. And I don’t feel right about having you in my apartment while he’s at work.”
Mark put on his saddest face. He leaned against his SUV, jingled his keys and said, “Will you go for a ride with me?”
He looked hurt. “Boy, you really don’t trust me! What is that about? Did I ever hurt you, or threaten you in any way? I just wanna talk. And standing in the middle of a parking lot seems stupid to me. What do you think I’m gonna do?”
And suddenly, Carly felt ridiculous. What did she think he was going to do? He was looking at her like she had a screw loose. He was right about one thing; she never had felt physically threatened by him. So, she let her awkwardness win, over common sense. She got into the SUV. Mark pulled out of the parking lot and onto the main road. Carly’s gut told her that this wasn’t a good idea. She engaged him in small talk to calm her own nerves.
They had driven for only five or six minutes, when he pulled off onto a side street. There were maybe three houses on the dark road, and absolutely no traffic. Carly started to feel a little jumpy, but thought, “Calm down. He turned here because he doesn’t know the area.” They drove to a section of the road where there were no lights or houses; just grass and trees and darkness.
“Where are we going,” she asked, biting her lip.
“I just wanna park so we can talk,” he said. “Somewhere quiet.” Calmly, he pulled into a long dirt driveway, drove about twenty feet, and stopped. He turned the ignition off, turned on the interior light and shifted in his seat to face her.
“I know that it was you.” He said it in an eerily calm voice. That was all he said. He stared at her, waiting for a response.
“You know that what was me?” She honestly had no idea.
“The school thing. The stuff about my business. I know that it was you.”
This again? She thought that they were past this. “Mark, we’ve been over this. It wasn’t me. You know that.”
“Just admit it to me. Just say the words.” He reached out with one hand, and pinched her nipple between his fingers.
Carly wasn’t prepared for his sudden move. She swatted his hand away and pressed her back into the door to get as much space between them as possible. “I want to go back, please. Please take me back.”
“I know that it was you.” He was really creeping her out now.
She had had enough. “Look, you can say it over and over, but it doesn’t make it true, and I’m not going to confess to something that I didn’t do.” She didn’t know if she was more scared or angry at this point.
So he stopped saying that. He said something completely different. “Get in the back.”
“What?” She turned her head and looked into the back of the large vehicle. Were the seats folded down? All she knew was, there were no seats. Just a blanket, all spread out. She felt like she didn’t understand anything. “What?”
“You heard me. Get in the back.”
“Have you lost your mind? This isn’t funny. I want to go home.”
Mark didn’t even have an expression on his face. It was weird and blank. “Get in the back. I’m not going to say it again.”
Carly was trying to stay calm, and not show how freaked out she was. She slowly put her hand behind her and onto the door handle, and said, “It’s fine. I’ll walk.” She opened the door.
Suddenly, Mark was lunging across the seat, on top of her, reaching for the door handle. He grabbed it and slammed the door shut. He took hold of her and pushed her through the space between their seats toward the back. The top half of her body was in the back, the bottom half was in the front and she was face down. She felt his hand slide between her thighs, and without thinking, she frantically pulled herself forward. In trying to escape his hand, Carly had pulled herself into the back of the SUV. In a split second, he was on top of her, his hands around her waist, the weight of his body on her legs. He had her pinned, face down. Crawling up her body, he slid his hands under her, squeezing her breasts. She could feel his hard-on slowly grinding into her from behind. She heard herself screaming, “Get off of me! Get off!” But he kept grinding into her.
“You know, the more you squirm, the harder I get.” He pressed his mouth to her ear, and said in a thick whisper, “Bring back memories? Remember how I used to chase you down? It always made me so fucking hard.”
Mark moved off of her, grabbed her arm and violently rolled her onto her back. He was back on top of her before she had a chance to move. Carly instinctively brought her arms up in front of her, like she was blocking a punch. She didn’t know why she did that; she just had no idea what he was going to do next, and she was panicked. Mark took her wrists in his hands and laughed at her, shaking her arms back and forth, like they were rubber. “What are you gonna do with these?” Leaning forward over her head, he slapped her wrist into a metal handcuff. Carly felt the metal and looked up. The cuffs had been threaded through something on the inside of the hatch door. In less than two seconds, her other wrist was in the other cuff.
Carly pleaded with him, “Please… Please… Don’t do this.”
Mark just shook his head and smirked. “I love this game.”
“This is not a game! Do you understand that? That was twelve years ago! I’m with someone else now! I’m not playing a game!” She was sounding pretty scared now.
“Yes, you are. You forget; I know you. You say those things, but you want it. I’ll bet your pussy’s wet already.” And with that, he slid his hand down the front of her running pants. He wasn’t looking at her. His eyes were fixed on his hand, moving under her pants. As soon as he reached the top of her slit, he grinned and looked her straight in the eye. “You shaved your pussy? You never shaved your pussy for me! You little slut.” He continued to slide his hand down, and stared at her face, wanting to take in her reaction. “God, no,” she thought, when she felt herself getting wet. His fingers spread her lips, and he slid the flat of his palm in between. “Mmmmm. Warm and wet, just like I like it.” She was mortified. He saw that she was mortified, and that made him happy.
Mark slid his hand back and forth in her spread pussy, and was again watching the moving lump under her pants. Pressing down with his palm and lifting it, pressing and lifting; he felt her getting wetter. She watched him watching his own work; the lump in her pants going up and down, up and down. His palm felt sticky, and she began to hear what he was doing to her, not just feel it. Every time his palm went up or down, she could hear the “squishing,” and she just prayed that Mark didn’t hear it. She started to speak, trying to drown it out. “Mark… Please. Please stop.” But Mark was almost in a trance, lowering his head to listen to the sound coming from inside her pants.
“Shhhh… Listen,” he said. (Squish… Squish…) “You must want it bad.” (Squish… Squish…) “I’m gonna pump that little pussy so hard.”
Mark pulled his hand from her pants, put it to his nose and inhaled deeply. “Mmmmm. Smells good enough to eat, don’t ya think?” His hand went back down her pants, and again, he pushed his palm between her soft pussy lips. He clearly heard it “squish,” and so did Carly.
Mark was smiling. “Your eyes say ‘no,’ but this juicy pussy says ‘yes.’ Guess which one I’m gonna listen to? I’ll give you a hint: in a few minutes, the whole truck is gonna smell like wet pussy.”
He pulled her sneakers off, then her running pants and thong were yanked down, exposing her to him. Carly flailed and kicked, while he peeled them toward her ankles and stripped them from her body. Suddenly, her left leg was pulled toward the driver’s side back door, and Mark closed another cuff around her ankle. Climbing on top of her, he grabbed her flailing right leg, and pushing it to the opposite door, secured the last cuff. His eyes roamed over her now spread-eagle body, and he looked pleased. “You should take this as a compliment,” he said sarcastically. “Look how much time I spent planning our date.” He slid his thumbs between her lips and pulled her wide open. “I hope you don’t fall in love with me again,” he said with a smirk, as he lowered his mouth into her spread pussy.
“I was never in love with you,” she whispered.
Mark looked up at her; he was angry. “Say what you have to say to make yourself feel better, sweetheart. I don’t really care. I just need you to lay there with your legs and this creamy little cunt spread open for me. Do you think you can handle that?” He began to lower his head again, but suddenly stopped and turned to face her. “Oh, and after we’re done, don’t bother telling anyone that you were “raped” (he made the “quote” signs in the air when he said it), because no one’s gonna believe you. I told a few people how much you used to love to pretend I was raping you. I’m sure they would testify to that. I’ll just say that it was a game. Worst-case scenario, I’ll say I thought it was a game. And I bet you’ve had other boyfriends who knew that you liked to play rough. Probably even the guy you’re with now! No one will believe you were raped. Not even him.”
Carly was horrified. “But it’s different! All those other times, I was in a relationship with you! Now I’m with someone else!” A tear rolled down her cheek.
Mark pouted his lip, and spoke to her like she was a child. “Yes, and we all know that you would never cheat, right? Oh, wait a minute… That’s right! You would.” He shook his head and laughed, looking at her like she was pitiful. “Do you think I didn’t think this through?”
“Oh my God. No one’s going to believe me,” Carly thought. “He’s right.” She couldn’t speak. She felt beaten.
Mark returned to his former position, spread her pussy lips wide and started sucking. Carly struggled, but the weight of his upper body on her thighs and pelvis held her in place. He loved that he was forcing himself on her; holding her wide open while he sloppily ate her. He knew the embarrassment must be killing her. She was completely powerless to stop him, and that really made him hard. The SUV was filled with wet, slurping sounds, and he was getting those sounds from an unwilling pussy. This was incredible. He felt like a God. His exaggerated licking and sucking noises were intended to humiliate her, and so were his words. “Oh yeah, baby. It’s so good. Mmmmm… Listen to that creamy cunt.” He started lapping at her pussy like a dog. She tried to block it all out, but the sounds were impossible to ignore, and the feeling of his tongue on her was too much to bear. Mark could feel that she was getting close. He opened his mouth wide, covering her whole pussy, and sucked hard. Carly tried, but couldn’t hold it back any more. She came; her whole body shaking.
Mark lifted his wet face from between her legs and licked his lips slowly, exaggerating the action to further embarrass her. “I know you’re probably dying to suck my cock, but you’ll have to wait,” he said. “Right now, I think it would be a shame to let this wet pussy go to waste.” He climbed into the front seat and opened the driver’s side door. Stepping outside, he removed his pants, and Carly could hear him say, “I’ve got a big, hard cock for you, bitch. You’re gonna get it real good.” She suddenly remembered that when Mark got hard, it was shockingly hard, and he could do it over and over. She had never seen anything like it, before or since. He climbed back into the front seat, tossed his pants into the back and straddled the center console. His cock was straight up against his stomach, and it looked like a steel pole. He was stroking himself vulgarly, and with a wide grin, he announced, “Uh-oh. I think this might hurt.” She couldn’t look at him. She turned her head to the side and closed her eyes. Mark wouldn’t have any of it.
“I think you’re gonna wanna see this,” he growled.
Climbing into the back, he gathered both of their pants and grabbed a handful of her hair in his hand. He roughly turned her head forward and pulled it up off of the floor, bunched up the pants, and shoved them under her head, leaving it slightly elevated. Repositioning himself between her legs, Mark looked into her big, green eyes and said, “Watch this.”
He guided his cock to the entrance of her pussy, and checking to make sure that she was watching, slammed it into her. Carly couldn’t stand the thought of him getting satisfaction from her horror, and somehow, although he did hurt her, she managed to suppress any reaction. She just stared at him, devoid of expression. But Mark knew what he came for, and wasn’t about to give up. He started to pump her pussy slowly, but every so often, he thrust into her violently, slamming her into the blanketed floor; staring intently at her face.
Carly’s tough veneer finally crumbled, and she began to cry. Mark was satisfied. He felt so powerful. He wanted her to know who was in charge, and now she knew. Damn, that got him off.
He began pumping his hard cock in and out of her, making sure she knew how good it felt, being inside of her. “Aaaaah. Oh, God, yesssss. That’s so good. Are you watching, Carly?” He looked up at her, to make sure that she was. “Look at that big cock, sliding in and out of your little pussy. There’s not a God damn thing you can do about it. That is so hot.” After a few minutes, he felt himself unable to hold back anymore. The sound of his own words had pushed Mark over the edge. Thrusting one last time, he came inside of her.
Crumpling into a heap on top of her, Mark pushed up her tee shirt, and popped the front clasp on her bra. Taking a breast in each hand, he began squeezing them. He had told her twelve years ago, that he wished they were bigger, but he had said a lot of things designed to take away her confidence. It was the only way he could feel good about himself, Carly decided. She was perfectly happy with her B-cup size; it fit her body. But here was Mark, fondling her breasts, and she was sure that he would make one of his derogatory comments. She braced herself for it, but it didn’t come. “Maybe I’ll fuck these next,” he panted, and pushed them roughly together.
Mark sat up and looked at her, his eyebrows raised and a smile creeping across his face. “Or…” The word hung in the air, as his finger traced a path from her breast, down over her trembling stomach, toward her pussy, still slippery from his cum. He dipped his finger between her lips, and slid down to her opening. Slowly, he pushed his finger into her, swirling it round and round, getting it nice and wet. He pulled it out, and continued his downward path, stopping at her virgin ass. Carly’s entire body tensed, and she squeezed hard, trying to prevent the inevitable assault. Mark looked up at her. He knew how scared she was; she had never let him do anything like that when they were together. He traced the rim of her hole, getting it slippery. Carly felt him push it in just a little, like he was testing the water. Just a fingertip; in and out, in and out. Then he put it in, and he just kept pushing, until his finger was buried in her ass.
She tried in vain to wriggle his finger out of her, cursing him. “You bastard! Stop! You son of a bitch!”
“Now we’re talkin’,” Mark said excitedly. “Tell me babe, am I your first?”
He wasn’t going to get an answer from her. She wasn’t playing his sick game any more.
“At a loss for words?” He wiggled his finger back and forth in her. “Well, that’s also a first.”
Carly couldn’t stand any more. “Just do what you’re going to do, and let me go. Just get it over with, already.”
Mark was amused. “I’ve waited twelve years. I wouldn’t want to rush through it. Well, would you look at that!” He was looking at his cock, once again hard as a rock. He withdrew his finger, and crawling up, he straddled her chest.
“Open wide and suck me real nice, and maybe I’ll take you home.” Carly clenched her teeth and glared at him. Mark was impatient. “It’s either this, or in your ass, you stupid bitch.” Carly considered her choices and unclenched her teeth. “That’s better,” he murmured. “I knew you wanted cock, you little slut. And don’t even think about biting me, ’cause I’ll kill you. Do you hear me? I’ll kill you, Carly.”
Carly had thought of biting him. Just for a moment, and then the thought was gone. She knew she couldn’t do it. She nodded her head, looking up at Mark with complete surrender. Mark thought he would cum on the spot. “You are so fucking hot, looking up at me like that, with those big eyes. Now, open that sweet mouth, and start sucking,” he ordered. His eyes were fixed on his thick cock sliding into her mouth, and he began pumping slowly. “That’s it. Suck it, Carly. Oh, yeah, suck it. You like that big cock, don’t ya? Oh, yeah, baby… Mmmmm, that’s real good .” He was undulating on top of her, his words not quite drowning out the obscene sucking sounds that added to his pleasure.
Carly couldn’t move or change the angle of his assault, and she was trying not to gag as he hit the back of her throat again and again. She just wanted him to cum, so it would be over. She tried to exaggerate her sucking noises, hoping it would speed things up. Mark was in heaven. “Suck that cock, you little bitch. Yesssss… Suck it.” He continued pumping her; watching his cock sliding in and out of her hot mouth. “I’m gonna cum for you. Keep sucking. Mmmmm… Oh God… ” Mark came hard, shooting his load into the back of her throat, his cock pulsing in her mouth.
“That’s a good girl,” Mark said, climbing off of her. “Give me a few minutes, and I’m gonna fuck you again.” He leaned over her and pulled her lips open with his fingers, once again, rubbing his palm in her spread pussy. “I’m gonna get this pussy nice and wet again.” He pressed his palm into her, moving it in a circular motion.
Carly shook her head and said, “no,” but Mark continued.
“Oh yeah, baby. I need you nice and juicy for this.”
Carly just lay there; she fought to remove her mind, somehow, from what was happening. She lost that battle as soon as she felt Mark’s mouth on her pussy. He dragged his flat tongue over her clit, over and over, like it was in slow motion. He was looking up into her eyes the whole time.
“God damn, this pussy tastes good,” Mark said, and sucked her clit into his mouth. She was getting really wet again.
Mark sat up and reached into the front of the SUV. Carly saw something in his hand, but couldn’t make out what it was. Mark smiled at her and opened his hand, revealing a cell phone. He rubbed the flat side of the cell phone between her pussy lips; it was smooth and cold, and Carly jumped. When Mark lifted the phone to the light, Carly could see that it was wet.
“Something to remember me by,” Mark said. He flipped the phone open and dialed. “I’m calling you, Carly.” Mark had the phone to his ear, and when he heard her answering machine pick up, he lowered the phone and his mouth to her pussy. Carly heard a faint “beep!” In a soft growl, Mark spoke into the phone as he ate her. “Such a wet pussy… Listen to your wet pussy, Carly. Listen to what I did to you.” He lapped at her, and the wet, sticky noises reverberated in the SUV. Mark held the phone right up to her pussy, while he sucked and slurped. “Mmmmm, I love a creamy pussy. Listen to me sucking your creamy pussy, Carly. You hear that? That’s how bad you wanted it, bitch.” The recording beeped, and Mark was out of time. He closed the phone with one hand, while he held Carly’s pussy lips apart with the other, his mouth still sucking her. He was rock hard again.
Carly felt that undeniable feeling wash over her; she was going to cum. She moaned, as the giant wave rolled over her shaking body.
Mark didn’t waste any time. In a split second, he was between her legs and thrust his cock into her dripping pussy. He picked up his phone again and dialed. “I’m calling me this time,” he offered. “I want to jerk off to the sound of your juicy cunt, later.” He heard the “beep,” and lowered the phone to her pussy, as he pumped her fiercely. The thought of him recording the loud, squishing sounds, made Carly feel sick. Mark began to speak, saying all the things that he wanted to hear later, while he was jerking off. “Look at that sweet little pussy, all pink and wet. My big cock looks so good, sliding in and out of that pussy.”
The squishing was so audible where Carly’s head was, that she couldn’t imagine how loud it must be going in to phone. “Please,” she whispered. “No more.”
“Oh yeah, baby. Listen to that juicy little cunt.” Then he whispered very softly, so as not to get it on the recording, “If you didn’t want to be fucked, you’d scream or beg, but you’re not doing either, so give me a break.”
Carly wanted to make it obvious on the recording, that she was not a willing participant. She cried, “Please, stop! You’re hurting me! Please! Somebody help me!” All the while, the phone was picking up the sound of his thick cock, squishing as it pumped her wet pussy.
Mark’s face lit up, and Carly realized that she had just given him exactly what he wanted. He didn’t just want a recording of him having sex with her; he wanted a recording of him raping her. That’s what turned him on. That’s what he wanted to jerk off to later.
Mark continued to record the rape, peppering it with dialogue that he knew would turn him on later. “That’s it, beg, baby. It makes me so fucking hard. But your pussy feels too good to stop. Mmmmm, it’s so slippery.” He felt himself getting close, and started pounding himself into her. “This is for what you did to me, Carly. You could have admitted it, but no. Lying bitch. You never should have fucked with me.” He came hard; groaning into the phone. He closed it and tossed it into the front seat.
Mark crawled all the way to the back of the vehicle, and yanked both pairs of pants from under Carly’s head. “I can’t wait to listen to that later,” he said, while climbing into the front of the SUV. He stepped outside once again, and said, “Geez, I hope you get home before your boyfriend does. I’d hate to think what would happen if he got that message first.”
Mark tossed Carly’s pants onto the ground, put his jeans on, and pulled his shirt over his head. He climbed back in, and leaned over into the back. “I’m gonna un-cuff you now, Carly,” he said. He gathered her sneakers and thong, and turning toward the open driver’s door, tossed them out. Then Mark climbed into the back with her. He sat on her legs, and reaching into the pocket of his jeans, he pulled out a tiny key. “This would be the time for you to behave,” he cautioned. “I’m letting you go. Don’t piss me off.” He put the little key into the cuff on Carly’s left leg, and turned it. The cuff popped open. He leaned to the other side, inserted the little key into the cuff on Carly’s right leg, and turned it. Cuff number two popped open. Then Mark reached over her head and un-locked the last pair of cuffs. Carly wanted to go home. She didn’t move. She didn’t want to piss him off.
Mark opened the rear driver’s side door, climbed out of the SUV, and barked, “Get out.”.
Carly sat up, clasped her bra and pulled her tee shirt down, then slowly exited the vehicle. Closing the door, she stepped toward the pile of clothes on the ground.
Mark stepped between her and the clothes and said, “Where are you goin’?” He pushed her up against the closed door, and pinned her there with his body, his face right in hers. The car felt cold against Carly’s naked ass and legs. “Did I say you could go yet?” He maneuvered his hand between their tight-locked bodies, and rubbed it over her pussy.
“Spread your legs,” he ordered. Carly complied, moving her feet about a foot apart. Mark shouted, “More! Spread them more!”
Carly moved her left leg out another six inches or so. She was afraid to defy him.
Mark parted her lips and palmed her spread pussy. He whispered, “You go, when I say you go.”
He dropped to his knees, and parting her lips with both hands, sucked her clit into his mouth and nursed it, like a baby’s bottle. She was still filled with his cum, and Mark slid his index finger inside of her, and churned it around while he continued to suck. He had been ready to let her go, but there was one piece of unfinished business. Springing to his feet, he dragged her to the open driver’s door and spun her around. He bent her over and shoved her down with his hand between her shoulder blades, pressing her head and chest into the driver’s seat. With his other hand, he unzipped his jeans and pulled out his hard cock. Kicking her legs apart, Mark slammed his cock into her sore pussy and pumped a few times. Once it was wet, he quickly pulled his cock out, and without warning, placed the head at her anal opening and thrust hard, burying his whole length inside of her. Carly thrashed and screamed into the seat, and Mark held her down hard, while he fucked her like a crazed animal. The sheer surprise of the attack, and the power with which he had just taken her, excited Mark more than he ever expected it would. After a few more thrusts, he came, pounding himself into her, filling her up.
Mark stepped back and zipped his pants. He pulled Carly’s shaking body up off the seat, and pushed her towards her clothes. “Now you can go,” he said coldly. Carly grabbed her pants and pulled them on, and stepped into her sneakers. The thong remained on the ground. Mark grabbed her face, and kissed her hard on the mouth. Then he got into the SUV, closed the door, and rolled down the window. With a wicked smile, he said, “Nice, tight ass.” Carly didn’t move. She was going to wait until he was gone. As Mark backed out of the driveway, Carly heard him say, ” Better hurry home!” She watched him as he backed out onto the road and sped off. It was pitch black. She started running.
It took Carly almost two hours to walk home. It was after midnight. She was sore from being raped, and the long walk was tiring. She thought about what she would do when she got there. Should she call the police? Should she tell her boyfriend? Could she prove that she was raped? She went over it and over it while she walked. Once she reached her apartment complex, she walked cautiously through her parking lot, her eyes peeled for Mark’s truck. She thought it would be just the cruel kind of thing that he would do; let her walk all the way home, only to grab her again, once she got there. Thank God, he hadn’t thought of it. She made her way to the stairs leading up to her apartment, and after climbing the first few, she realized just how much her legs were aching and how completely drained she was. It was a similar feeling to one she had felt before, about twelve years ago, when she had spent the entire day walking up and down the stairs of those dorms. Seven dorms; six floors each; not to mention, the cafeterias, the library, and the student union. She had covered the entire campus. That day had been one of the most exhausting days of her life.
“But I had to do it,” she thought. “Those flyers weren’t going to hang themselves.”