I can't escape. He has his way with me.

You whimper and moan as you hear him spit on his hand and feel the thick mucous he wipes between your spread cheeks. His breathing is heavy and his grip tightens as you feel a strong pressure on your hole.

"No!", you shout, putting all of your energy into one last effort to shrug the attacker off.

Your attempt is met with a sudden thump and a stinging pain to the back of your head; your ears ringing. You flounder and squirm about half-conscious as he begins to enter you.

You moan and writhe as his full erection fills you, grasping your ass cheeks tightly, burying his fingertips in your flesh.

Your hands move away from your body and you feel the curiously comforting coolness of the bed-sheet beneath your naked body. You feel his hip bones press into your cheeks, and his girthy sack make contact with yours.

His hands move up your back and slide to feel your erect nipples, aching with a confused sense of wanting. His belly meets the small of your back, and his right hand moves up to grasp your throat. His cock greasily slides out of your hole, and then, as he squeezes, he plunges into you with,**** enough to jolt your body forward. You grasp the sheets in front of you and let out a soft moan as he rears back and pumps into you again, beginning his pace; pistoning into and out of your loosening hole.

The sound of his thighs slapping the bottom of your ass are in sync with the subtle moans that escape through your staggered breaths.

His pace begins to quicken and his hands move to your shoulders, pulling your weak body toward his merciless thrusts.

You're beginning to gain full consciousness now, and the terror that had temporarily subsided is becoming realized. You realize the attackers knife is hardly out of reach, but his strong hands that are guiding your frail body into his powerful pistoning remind you of the danger of making any stupid moves.

"Ugh I'm gonna fill you, John" he groans, rod inching deeper within in with every thrust.