You try your best

As the vagrant pulls you deeper into his filthy lair you suddenly realise your peril and attempt to break away with all your your might. Your efforts are met with a satisfied snicker as not only does your assailant thwart them, but with a deft trip he counters, shifting his weight and pushing you over into a pile of refuse. Your landing is surprisingly soft and in a brief moment of clarity you realise that there is an old mattress buried somewhere beneath the discarded food wrappers and empty drink bottles. You can smell it, the dank mouldy aroma wafting around you as you attempt to sit up, but in an instant he is upon you, pinning you down.

"Welcome my pretty..." the man crows mockingly as he sets about removing your clothes. "Let's get a proper look at ya."

He grabs at your tee shirt which, already stretched to the limit, tears apart easily in his hands. Your generous breasts burst free, the cool air of the shady makeshift camp kissing your already erect nipples and causing you to gasp.

"Oh fuck yeah, you're a ripe young thing aren't ya?" the vagrant's rough hand quickly envelopes one of your breasts as his other begins to snake downwards. "Must be me lucky fuckin day... oh!"

Your jeans already half open, the man's hand slips inside them easily and suddenly his fingers find your slit. Your very wet slit. The slick wetness is unusual, confusing but oh does it feel good! While it makes your cheeks burn with shame, the sensation of his rough fingertips sliding against your slick folds sends a delightful shiver down your spine.

"No..." you manage to whisper but your protest sounds pathetic even to you.

"Oh yes love. Fuck yes!" the vagrant counters, raising his wandering hand to his lips and making a show of tasting your juices. "You're fucking delicious darling, and I'm gonna fuck you senselsess!"

The man's hand is instantly back down your pants causing you to squeal and squirm as his fingers dance over your pussy. As you thrash your head from side to side you notice something troubling though. A nearby shape seems to move slightly. You try to focus for a moment, a struggle while the vagrant's ministrations send increasingly powerful sparks of pleasure through you, but then you see it again. To your horror you realise that there is a person there. A person sleeping apparently, but on the verge of waking up at any moment. Through your mental haze you realise that if that person wakes up, things may become significantly worse for you. Determined to stay as quiet as possible, your attention returns to your assailant, his constant groping and slobbering over your tits having become intensely pleasurable by now. You whimper and moan quietly, struggling to think of a way to escape. Struggling to find the will as your desire rises.

The man, perhaps sensing your apparent capitulation relents for a moment, detaching his face from your breast and raising himself up to look you in the eye. His expression is one of pure lust - there is no question about it. He will fuck you. The realisation sends a pang of pleasure through you and in that moment you also realise... You want him to. You know you must resist yet simultaneously know that it is futile. Shamefully, this realisation is intensely erotic and in an odd way, freeing. You couldn't stop him if you wanted to...

Before you know what's happened your jeans and boxers are tugged off your ankles and you are completely naked. Your heart beats like a drum as the vagrant looms over you, spreading your legs to take in your virgin pussy. As he grins down at you, both of you know it. You are at his mercy.