Coerced, Confused, Excited Ch. 04

Going into Wal-Mart wasn't nearly as bad as the parking lot. Brad followed me with the camera but other than making me flash him from dark corners, he didn't make me do much. I did hear the cashier call me a slut under her breath after I checked out. Leaving the store, my bag held a "massager" and some KY lubricant. It had been a long day and I was looking forward to some well deserved sleep.

I arrived home well past midnight so few lights provided any visibility. I got out of the car, being careful to straiten my clothes in case my parents were up. Quietly closing the car door, I walked to the house when I felt a hand grab me from behind. Another hand clamped my mouth shut. My attacker said in a horse whisper, "Don't scream or I'll hurt you bad." The voice sounded familiar, but in my panic, I couldn't place it.

I tried to struggle, but he was too strong, and before long, he pushed me, face first, against a tree. It took all my strength to keep my face from pressing into it. With one hand still covering my mouth, the other went under my skirt.

"I see you're enjoying this," he said in the same horse whisper.

"No I'm not!" I replied.

"Then why is your pussy so wet, bitch?" And with a hard yank, he ripped them off. "Can't have you making noise now, can we?" he said and stuffed them in my mouth, then tied on a gag.

I couldn't believe this was happening. First I'd been humiliated in a Wal-Mart parking lot, and now I was about to be raped. A finger between my legs snapped me out of my self pity, as he stroked my wet lips and then pinched my clit. Tremors like an electric shock ran through my body and an unbidden moan escaped my lips.

"If you like that, wait until I ram my cock inside you. You love cock don't you?"

"Please no, I'm a virgin."

"You expect me to believe that. I could smell you dripping pussy while you were still in the car. Shit, you've probably been fucked ten times tonight."

"No, I swear. Please don't do this. Oh!" He stuck his finger deep inside me and I gasped.

Continuing to finger me he said, "A slut like you needs to be fucked."

It felt so good I was panting. "I'm not a slut. He made me."

My attacker fingered me faster and faster. I could feel another orgasm coming and I moaned. "If you're not a slut then you wont cum right?" he said, with one hand fingering me and another squeezing my breast though my flimsy shirt.

I couldn't hold back any more. My orgasm came with a force like a hurricane, making my previous orgasms seem small in comparison. He took his fingers out snd held them before my eyes. My juices dripped off of them.

"This is proof that you're a slut," he said, and stuck the fingers inside my panting mouth. My tongue swirled around the fingers, tasting the sweetness of my womanhood.

"Tell me what you are," he said, but I continued licking his fingers. He grabbed my hair and pulled my head back. "Tell me what you are."

I thought about the orgasms I'd had today. I'd cum in my parent's kitchen, in my room, in the parking lot with strange guys watching. I'd even cum here in my parent's front yard at the hands of a rapist. I let my tongue swirl one last time, tasting the last of my juices on his fingers. It tasted good.

"I'm a slut," I whispered.

"Louder," he commanded.

"I'm a slut."

"Say it again."

"I'm a slut