She loved the solitude more than anything else. It was a popular park during the afternoon and evenings but in the morning there was never anyone around. As she ran the only sounds she could hear were made by her, her shoes hitting the pavement, the sound of her own breathing as she pushed herself to run faster, harder than before. She was racing against no one but herself yet determined to win, to defeat even her own record time for this 6 mile track.
She knew every inch of this park, the trails and paths through the woods, the places where a couple could hide and fool around. She had spent her childhood here and every part of this park was ingrained into her memory for one reason or another. Skinny dipping in the lake, her first kiss under the covered bridge, falling from the top of a slide and breaking her arm, even losing her virginity to Darius Stone when she was 15. All of it came back to her as she ran.
The sound of someone approaching her from behind didn't raise any caution flags in her mind. It wasn't unusual to see one or two other early risers. He was running hard, moving fast as he came up even with her on the path. She had seen him a few times and recognized his face but they had never spoken.
As they approached the old swinging bridge that crossed the creek he moved in front of her. It was a small bridge, narrow and shaky. It had been here for as long as she could remember and crossing it was the only part of her run that she despised. It seemed likely that the damn thing was going to break one of these days and if it did whoever was on it would get a nasty little fall.
Without warning the man in front of her stopped. She nearly ran into him as he blocked the bridge and her exit onto the pathway. The second he stopped she knew that something was terribly wrong. She turned and reversed her path, moving back across the bridge with the thought of out running this stranger and whatever sinister thought he had in mind. Before she could cross the bridge her pathway was blocked by another man. He had come from the woods and was now standing directly in her pathway to freedom.
She stood there, trapped, unsure of what was going to happen to her but knowing that she couldn't escape. Looking down she saw something in the runners hand, gleaming, reflecting the sunlight as he moved towards her. A knife. She looked back and forth between them, the looks on their faces telling her all she needed to know. "Please, please just don't do anything stupid. You'll get caught, you know that." She couldn't scream, the fear that caught in her throat made it almost impossible even to breath or speak.
"Shhhhh princess. Don't fight it."
The sound of her would be rapists voice struck a new terror into her heart. Her only possible escape was to leap from the bridge and hope the shallow water would serve as a partial cushion to her fall. She closed her eyes and jumped, falling nearly 8 feet before hitting the water. The cold sent a shock through her body and for a moment she couldn't move. The sound of her attackers moving down the slope of the hill towards her jolted her.
She was on her feet in a flash and running through the water. If she could get far enough up stream she would be able to climb the rock embankment and be near the main road that crossed in front of the park.
It was only a moment before the Runner had caught up to her, reaching out and grabbing her by the hair, twisting her body and flinging her to the shore line. She felt the rocks biting into her skin as she landed hard against them. He was on top of her in a second, his hand clamped over her mouth as she tried to scream. The other man had caught up to them by now. "Not here asshole, someone will see us."
She felt the tip of his knife as he pressed it against the soft flesh of her neck. "Scream and I'll fuck you with this blade, you understand me princess?" She nodded her head in understanding as they pulled her to her feet.
They moved up the hill, half dragging, half carrying her between them. When they made it to the top she saw a chance for freedom. Jerking her body hard to the right and breaking the grip they had on her arms, she ran. Her ankle had been hurt in the fall and every step was a torture for her, but she was making progress, moving fast along the trail. He grabbed her, pushing her to the ground with the weight of his body, knocking the air from her lungs. They each took one of her arms and dragged her from the pathway into the woods.
With her arms pinned above her head she was stripped, the Runner cutting her clothes away with his knife. As he worked she studied the blade, long and sharp, at least 8 inches of cold, hard steel. She imagined the damage he could do to her with it.
The air was cool and with her body wet from the water she was freezing, shivering, her nipples standing exposed and erect. As he moved the blade down her body, slowly trailing it along her skin she began to cry. Her tears running down her cheeks and falling to the ground. She was afraid to scream, afraid to struggle, and each second losing more of her dignity for not fighting back.
The man with the knife was leading, he seemed the older of the two and somehow in charge. When he had removed all of her clothes he stopped to admire his work. This was no hurried attack, fueled by lust and hastily acted out. No, they had planned this, there was no rush, no fear as they took control of her body. Who could stop them? Who was there even to hear her if she screamed? As she lay there the thought came to her that this was all her fault. She had tempted fate by being so careless and now she was going to pay.
"Oh princess, look at those beautiful tits, so hard for daddy." He was caressing her breasts now, squeezing them and roughly smashing her nipples between his fingers. She cried out in pain and fear as he touched her. With the sound that escaped her throat he slapped her, stunning her, splitting her lower lip. She tasted blood and looked into his eyes as he smirked down at her.
"Please stop, please, I'm begging you, let me go."
He moved down her body, spreading her legs and staring at her shaved pussy. "You're such a little slut aren't you?" he said. "Just look at that puss, already hot and wet for me." It was true, she could feel the moisture there and knew how that must seem to these bastards.
Her face burned with shame as he moved his fingers through her wetness. He shoved the handle of his knife deep into her pussy, pumping in and out, watching her face contort with pain and shock. Her scream was stifled by the hand of the man holding her arms. With the knife still deep in her pussy the man removed his jeans, pushing them down roughly and revealing his already hard cock.
Moving between her thighs he replaced the knifes handle with his member. There wasn't a second of hesitation as he thrusted deep inside her. He was ripping her in two, her small body not accustomed to this kind of treatment. She screamed into the hand covering her mouth, her whole body feeling as if it were on fire.
He was pumping in and out of her, thrusting in deep and hard, his cock hitting her cervix, pounding against her womb. It was as if he was intent on destroying her body. He placed his mouth over her nipple, closing his lips around it and sucking hard, he clamped down with his teeth, breaking the skin and drawing blood.
Every nerve in her body was alive, the fear and pain mixing together, creating a new sensation that she had never felt before. Each twig, each tiny gravel on the ground beneath her bit into her skin, She felt the roughness of the mans hand covering her mouth, the hard cock pounding her pussy, filling her so completely. He was large, very large and her pussy stretched tight to accommodate him.
There was another feeling coursing through her, a familiar one, "No, no oh my god no!" She was going to cum, her body was responding to this hideous act in a way reserved for a lovers touch. How could she, how could her body betray her this way? "Uhhhh mmm nooooooo..." Her moans were barely audible through the clenched fingers covering her mouth. He looked into her eyes as her body rocked beneath him. Her pussy clinching, squeezing his cock, milking him.
He came inside her, shooting his cum deep into her being and filling her with it. She could feel the warmth of his cream as it dripped from her pussy, sliding down to the rosebud of her ass. She was exhausted, ashamed. Disgusted with the betrayal by her own body. How could she cum for her attacker?? What kind of person was she?
There was no time for contemplation as one man replaced the other. The man with the knife moved to hold her down as the other man, the younger one, moved between her thighs. He ran his hands along her curves, down across her hips and along her pelvis. Caressing the place where her pelvic bones showed and curved beneath her skin. She had a tattoo there, a little heart with the initials JD.
Without saying a word he placed his hands under her hips, forcefully turning her onto her stomach. "No!" She knew what he wanted, where he was going to take her. "Please no! My god, not that, please!" She struggled as hard as she could but she was no match for the two men holding her down.
With his hands beneath her he raised her ass to meet his cock. His jeans were already undone, pushed down to reveal his throbbing manhood. He slipped into her pussy, letting her juices and the other mans cum coat his dick. Pulling out he pressed against her hole, the head of his cock slipping into her. The feeling brought on a new onslaught of protests, she couldn't take him like this, not like this. It was to terrible, to painful.
Disregarding her cries and whimpers he shoved his full 7 inches deep inside her with one brutal thrust. The sensation of her tight ass squeezing so hard against him nearly made him cum right then. He stayed still inside her, waiting for the feeling to fade, wanting this to last as long as possible. As he had forced himself inside her she screamed, her cry filling the air and echoing in the park.
He began to fuck her now, pumping her hard and fast, her body moving forward with each sharp thrust. He came, filling her anal canal with his sticky cum. He let himself soften inside her before he pulled out and watched as his spunk dripped from her stretched hole.
They were finished, satisfied with what they had done to her. Straightening their clothes and pocketing the knife they left. Walking away as if nothing had happened and leaving her naked and bleeding on the ground.
Soft footsteps approached and she felt gentle hands covering her with a blanket and lifting her from the ground. Strong arms were carrying her now. She turned and looked into the face of the man she was going to marry. "So my pet..., was it what you imagined?" he asked.
"I love you," was her only reply as she laid her head against his shoulder and closed her eyes. Reliving the terror and thrill once again.