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You knew it was a bad idea to show up to this damn party before even getting dressed up for it, and yet here you were in a cramped hallway just trying to find somewhere you could breathe and not inhale the scent of weed or beer. Your heels pained your poor feet as you took steps down the hall, lightly shoving drunken fools out of the way with quiet huffs before the sight of the backdoor to this damn house came into view.
You stumble through the crowded kitchen with a groan, stepping over half filled and spilled cups of all sorts of drinks before pushing the door open and taking a breath of fresh air. The cool air leaves goosebumps against your exposed arms and legs as you wrap your arms around your waist and sigh contently. It was quiet, as quiet as it was going to get with the muffled sounds of bass boosted songs playing inside of the house. You close your eyes and relax your shoulders, taking in each moment you had to yourself with a content smile tugging at the corners of your lips.
You don’t even notice anyone’s there until a chuckle rings out and your eyes shoot open at the sheer deepness of that voice.
“Enjoying yourself?” You turn to your side coming face to face with a hooded male, a really tall and well built male. A mask covering the lower half of his face as he gives you a teasing look. His hands rest in the pockets of his black jeans and he faces the woods ahead of you both. “Shouldn’t you be inside partying like the rest of ‘em?”
Where the hell did this guy come from?
You shake your head, your lips turning down into a small frown at the mere mention of joining in on that disaster occurring inside. “Not really, I don’t go to these sort of things that often.”
“You don’t say?” There’s a hint of playfulness in his tone as he raises a brow at you before shrugging. “Partying til you’re drunk out of your mind isn’t everyone’s type of thing.”
You hum in response, hands squeezing at your sides as nervousness bubbled in your stomach. You didn’t like this guy one bit, something about him was unnerving and you knew you didn’t want to be here too long or alone with some guy you didn’t know. Anxious thoughts about the worse situations happening if you stayed here longer flooded your mind but his voice is quick to pull you out of that hole.
“Wanna drink?” He suggests, hands coming out of his pockets as he folds them over his chest and leans agains the side of the house. He’s really fucking tall and practically looms over you even if he’s a few steps away and the way he’s looking at you is almost unsettling and makes you feel small under his gaze. “‘s not alcohol if that’s what you’re thinking,”
You gulp down your worry. Surely he wasn’t so bad right? You’re just anxious from being overwhelmed by so many things at once. He hasn’t even advanced onto you like a majority of the dickheads inside, maybe it wouldn’t hurt to give the mysterious man with an attractive voice a chance, right?
You breathe out a small laugh, offering a nervous smile, “As long as it isn’t alcohol.”
He smirks but it’s hard to notice due to that mask being in the way. You wonder what he looks like under it, the dark lighting of the night isn’t much help at even seeing his eyes or dark hair that peeks out from under his white hood. Even the pale moonlight above doesn’t help you learn more about this man.
He steps inside after saying he’d be back and shortly afterwards he comes back out with two plastic cups in his hands, handing one to you that’s holding a transparent drink inside with a few ice cubes swirling in the liquid as the cup shifts in your hold.
“Water.” He says, gesturing towards the cup in your hand before taking a sip from his own cup.
You think about it for a moment, lips resting against the rim of the cup before you ultimately think ‘fuck it, it’s water.’ and take a sip. You’re greeted by the cold liquid that holds just about no taste to it. He didn’t lie about it, maybe you really are paranoid after all.
He’s watching you when you aren’t aware, cold eyes staring intensely at your face as you take generous sips from the red plastic cup in your hands. You’re warming up to him, he can tell by how much more comfortable you’re behaving now than when he first spoke to you. You’re so blind to his advances on you it’s laughable.
Your thoughts become a blur shortly after finishing the cup. When you finished it? You don’t remember, it’s so foggy all of a sudden as you lean against the wall for support while your knees buckle beneath you and your eyes fail to focus on anything around you.
What was happening right now? Where even are you?
“Aw, too strong?” A voice coos lowly by your ear, warm breath fanning over your face and you hear a chuckle ring out and echo into the woods in front of you as you struggle to stand against the wall. Who was talking to you? “Poor thing, can’t even think straight, can you?”
Strong arms grab you by the waist, your nose scrunching up as your brows furrow. Your small hands fail to push against whoever is grabbing you, an upset sound falling past your lips as your head lolls forward against the stranger’s chest. Another laugh greets your ears but it sends a chill down your spine at just how unhinged the sound is.
Your vision is almost cross eyed and everything seems so slow but fast at the same time. Struggling is pointless, your body feels so fucking tired you just want to sleep. Being pressed against rough bark on a tree pulls you out of your nearing unconsciousness though. When were you moved? Where is the house you were just at?
“Don’t pass out on me,” A voice speaks behind you, cold hands pulling your arms behind your back and keeping them there while one hand slips down to pull your hips back as you struggle to stand correctly. “haven’t even played with you yet.”
Large and cold hands grab at the fabric of the skirt you had on, flipping it up as the male stares right at your ass making you squirm uncomfortably yet still in that foggy haze.
Your face goes slack against the tree and your arms relax against his tight grip that’s sure to leave bruises but you’re too disoriented to say anything about the pain tingling where his hold stays.
His free hand slides over the round of your ass, squeezing wherever he chooses and likes before grabbing at the hem of your panties and beginning to tug them down with growing impatience. That’s when your eyes widen and your body stiffens while alarms go off in your head.
You pull away from him, his loosening grip on your arms growing tighter than before and it’s enough to have you reacting to the pain as a yelp leaves your throat and you try to pull away from him again. Your fingers balling into fists as you try to get out of his grip but he simply cackles maniacally at your attempts and it’s a sound you don’t want to hear ever again for the rest of your lifetime.
“Think you can run away now, sweetheart?” You recognize his voice now, the fucker that gave you the drink! He fucking drugged you! And just as quickly as you had felt that surge of energy it’s gone again and your mind slows down and you’re pulled back tight against his chest. Something cold rests against your throat now and it feels uncomfortable but you can’t form words only a small huff leaves you before you’re being pressed against the tree again with that object tight against your throat.
“If you move again, I won’t hesitate to cut that pretty throat open.” He hisses by your ear, the anger radiating off this man is terrifying now and if you were coherent you’d be begging for your life but you’re not so with half lidded eyes you turn your head and stare back at him as he hastily rips your underwear off your legs. A whine of protest bubbles in your throat but you don’t make a sound as he spreads your legs and makes sure you’re secure in his grip before pulling down the dark mask covering his lower face.
You wished he had kept it on before violating you.
You take back the thoughts of him being attractive under that mask, it was the only thing making him look attractive to begin with. The nasty scars adorning his cheeks make you feel nauseous and the crazed look he gives you is a silent warning. You swallow and feel that cold object against your throat again when it clicks.
He’s got a knife to your throat. He’s going to kill you after this.
Tears cloud your already unfocused vision as pain tears through your lower body up to your chest that tightens as you fight back a scream at the excruciating pain. He hadn’t even warmed you up to it? That was cruel but how could you think so logically about a guy that’s willing to drug you to get what he wants.
“Shit, you’re tight. Relax f’me, yeah?” He groans by your ear, leaning down to rest his forehead against your shoulder as he struggles to push his length into your tight and hot pussy. He should’ve slipped something else in that drink, it would’ve help way more than putting you on the brink of passing out.
His hand comes around to flick at your clit and that gets a sound from you that he likes to hear. No more uncomfortable noises or whines of protest. Only the soft sound of you warming up to his touch as your walls flutter around him struggling to accommodate to the intrusion of his thick cock.
“There you go, doll,” He breathes in your scent, intoxicating as he sighs and moves to stand back straight and stares down at where your needy cunt tightly sucks him in before thrusting forward hard leaving all his length to be stuffed completely inside you. “Wasn’t so hard, right?”
You whimper against the rough bark of the tree, fingers digging into the palms of your hand as the knife presses dangerously into your throat with each experimental thrust he does and you hate how it makes heat pool in your lower belly, how when his blunt head presses against your cervix it makes your mouth water and your knees buckle beneath you.
He builds up a pace, rough and almost too fast for you to keep up. A moan that you tried to swallow down slipping past your lips when he rubs against a gummy spot that has stars clouding your vision and tingles rolling down your body in waves.
“Right there? Is that your spot, doll?” He’s teasing, nudging the knife against your neck with a wide grin you can’t see before he’s ramming his dick into that spot only and it’s good he did it, the sounds that leave you repeatedly are addicting to listen to he can’t get enough of you.
“You’re best like this,” He releases the grip he had on your arms, enjoying the way he sees red marks against the poor skin as he grabs at your hip. “Just obediently taking my cock like the dirty whore you are.”
Your eyes roll back into your head as he pounds into your gummy walls, you can feel the sticky coat of your arousal smeared against your thighs and the base of his cock as you rock against the tree trying to muffle your loud whimpers and moans the best you could.
“You like that don’t you? When I call you a whore,” Your walls squeeze him tight and he laughs as he grabs your plush hip tighter. “Such a slut f’my cock, hm? Isn’t that right, sweetheart?”
A mumble of what he can only assume is the closes thing to a needy ‘yes’ turns his grin into a smirk. Your velvety walls spasm around him and usually by this point he’s already cumming and killing off whatever is left of the poor drugged out victim, but the way your pussy has him in a trance keeps him from doing so to you and leaves him dragging this out longer than he would any other time.
“It’s like you were fucking made for me, doll.” He hisses out between gritted teeth. Something warm trickles down your neck with a sting and you realize his knife has dug into your skin, cutting it just enough to draw blood. You whimper at the intense wave of nausea overwhelming you as he digs his fingers into your soft skin and his cock drills into your soppy cunt.
“Fuck! haah, ‘s too much..” You slur, eyes dropping close as you let all your weight lean into the tree, too weak to hold yourself up and it feels like the world is spinning and churning just like your insides. His pace hurts and you swear you’re gonna bleed down there and be left raw soon if he doesn’t slow down but you’re choking on your own moans and can’t protest against him.
“Too much?” He echos, fake concern laced in his voice before he’s moving his blade from your throat finally seeing the fresh red color that’s staining the newly cleaned metal and he lets out a low growl as he wraps his hand around your throat and presses the knife to your arched back. “You’ll take what I give you, slut.”
The knife digs into your skin through the thin fabric of your shirt but it’s not enough to cause alarming pain, it’s merely a prick that occurs with each thrust into you.
His large hand around your throat squeezes tight enough to close off your airway completely, silent gasps for air leaving you as your trembling hands grab at his arm and wrist. Tears cling to your lash-line and your lungs scream at you to take a breath before he loosens his grip a few seconds afterwards. He lifts you back and forces your head to turn and face into a different direction with tears threatening to fall down your face.
“Look at ‘em,” He whispers by your ear, never stopping his thrusts and your eyes struggle to not roll back as you train your gaze on whatever was ahead, eventually seeing the blurry outline of a house in the distance.
The house that damn party was being hosted at.
Desperation clashes with the warm feeling of being stuffed full repeatedly in your stomach and tears freely roll down your cheeks at the sight of four people looking around for something or someone. You hope they’re looking for you, even though you don’t recognize them it makes your chest tighten at the sight of help being just out of your reach.
The male laughs above you, squeezing at your neck again as your hands still cling to his wrist more for support than to pull him away now.
“They’re lookin’ for you, a pretty little thing. You’ll never see them again, y’know.” He lets a sinister chuckle rumble through his chest and a growing knot in your lower belly begins to feel overwhelmingly tight.
“Gonna cum? Really?” He’s mocking, gripping your pretty throat just a little tighter. “You’re a whore, getting turned on by this.”
You whine out a choked protest that’s half a sobbing beg but you don’t know what you’re begging for at this point as your mind clouds over with just him and his thick length that rams into your sticky walls.
He releases your neck and reaches down to your puffy clit, rubbing rough circles onto the poor thing causing a half silent yelp to escape you. It’s so much, too much at once and you can feel his dick twitch inside of you.
“Gonna ruin this pussy, gonna fill you up and keep you full so everyone knows who you belong to,” His thrusts have grown a bit out of rhythm and he groans from above you, your hands grabbing at the tree in front of you for support as he uses you like a fucking fleshlight.
“Don’t cum over this, doll.” He laughs at the way your moans raise in pitch and how breathy you just got as he continues to circle your sensitive bundle of nerves, your climax growing closer by the second and you want to stop him so you don’t reach climax but it’s just too good. You don’t want it to stop.
He leans down over your shoulder, breath fanning over the shell your ear, “If you fucking cum you’ll never make it out of here.” He whispers lowly, breathing ragged as his hips stutter. He’s close. “If you cum around my cock you’ll never see the light of day again, doll.”
You whisper out ‘no’s in protest, sobbing against the rough bark that irritates and pokes your skin. His threats scare the logical part of your brain that screams at you to start fighting back but the incoherent and aroused part of you is begging for more, more, more.
Your walls spasm and flutter as you cum, his hips stilling as warmth fills you up and he dumps his load into your cunt. A soft whine leaving your hoarse throat while he pants over your trembling form.
He was never going to let you go after this.
“Good little slut.” He pants, leaning back until he’s pulling out and staring down at the mess he left behind, his claim of your body. He smirks and slides two digits up and down your drooling slit as you bite the inside of your cheek over the sting of overstimulation. He pushes the mixture that leaked out back into your quivering hole with a satisfied hum before pulling your skirt back down and over your ass before fixing his jeans.
He grabs your arm and pulls you into his chest before lifting you up and over his shoulder with little to no effort. He grins wickedly to himself as his mind races with all the plans he has for a pretty little doll like you to keep all for himself. Until he gets bored at least.
The sight of the house grows farther as he walks deeper into the woods, you lift your head and you raise a shaky hand up reaching for the house and the very distant people still searching around the backyard.
“I told you, you’d never see them again.” Your head falls limp against his back and there’s no longer a sparkle in your eyes as you stare past the barely visible trees and accept your fate with one last tear that falls to the ground covered in leaves.
“You’re going to be such a good toy for me aren’t you, sweetheart.” He squeezes your thigh as the leaves crunch under his boots. “‘m Jeff by the way. Don’t bother telling me your name. I don’t care for it.”