Fleeing from the inevitable

Flatsh... flatsh... flatsh... the strange asynchronous splash of her steps was reflected in the young woman's hectic breathing. Alexandra felt how the liquids from the numerous puddles bubbled up under her feet to finally slide back in the ground across her slender legs. In a panic, the brunet fled through the dark ruins, limping grotesquely because her right sneaker might still be lying in the garbage somewhere out there. She bumped roughly into a wall in the darkness. The impact abruptly put an end to her clumsy escape and for first time in who knows how long the fallen starlet came to rest, albeit unintentionally.

Alex immediately pressed her back against the cement wall and stared into the darkness with wide eyes. What she saw were shadows in the sparse twilight. Thrown by pieces of trash, piled up garbage, containers and all sorts of rubbish. But no living beings, no people... hobos... no... giant.

An unpleasant shiver ran through her body. ,Alex! No. Don’t let that happen!’ she scolded herself. 'That was just a primitive bastard. He has no power over you.'

Her gaze carefully searched through the darkness, vigilantly searching for a way out. Devoting herself entirely to this task, her breathing slowly calmed down again. The wild, almost painful pounding of her heart subsided and senses gradually returned.

She smelled the stench of rancid water, sweat, and other bodily fluids. Felt the cracked cement under her bare foot through the remains of her sock and the sting of the fresh abrasion on her cheek.

Still looking for any signs of movement in the darkness, Alex carefully raised her right hand to her face to gently feel the wound with her fingertips.

A soft hiss left her lips as the tips tentatively touched the irritated skin. It burned, but she didn't appear to be seriously injured. Probably a little bloody, since the fingers always remained attached to her cheek for a fleeting moment.

Her tongue pushed out between her subtly painted lips. It felt like this morning when she applied lipstick in the small bathroom had been a lifetime ago. She circled the first joint of her middle finger to taste it. If she clearly tasted blood, it would be an indication that her cheek was perhaps worse wounded than it currently seemed.

But what she tasted was just a hint of the coppery taste of blood. More like a fleeting memory. A trickle entwined in the lake of a completely different aroma.

,How? What?’ _Her tongue slid deeper down her finger, tasting the strangely familiar flavour. Now the scent clearly rose up her nose too.

The scent of the clear secret that clung to the brunet’s right hand. Stretched between her fingers and now wet the cheek, nose and lips.

The scent of her womb. The aroma of her desire.

The images rained down on her like a **** of nature. As she lay there, crammed into the footwell of the wrecked ambulance. Eyes glued to the grotesque spectacle. The fat giant pushing his slut to unimagined heights. Her yelps and moans rained down on the defenceless actress.

The way she looked at him, her hands pressed tightly into her lap. How she imagined being wrapped around him. Surrendered. Defenceless. In the grip of his lust. How he penetrated her. Conquered her sanctuary and tore down all her walls.

'No!' _gasping on his hard, dirty cock.

‘No!’ Her eyes rolled back with lust, gasping and panting, like a mangy bitch.

'No...please...' his fingers pressed tightly against her delicate skin.

'I... it... is... can't...' Her body tense with unbridled pleasure. Her sweat soaked breasts bouncing to the rhythm of his thrusts.

'No... no...' as she lay there, her body writhing in unbearable orgasms. It bucked and writhed as her pleasure spilled into her hand.

'I mustn't, I can't! Oooh my Looord!'

The storm of the unbearable threw Alexandra to the ground. Her knees hit the cement hard, eyes rolled back into her skull, it was more instinct than conscious action that made her reach forward to at least break the fall a little.

She found her footing and her fingers clung to a rough material. She crouched on the ground, bent far forward, for a few breaths. With her left arm outstretched, clinging to a tight tarp or whatever it was. Her hair hung in cascades along her head towards the ground and her world-famous blue eyes slowly refocused on her right hand, which was still in front of her. The beauty laboriously **** herself to breathe calmly again. To come to her senses so that she can plan the escape. Get out of this nightmare and the sick game it was playing with her mind.

She felt her shoulders begin to rise and fall more and more slowly as she breathed. The brunet was about to morosely wipe her hand on the greasy remains of her pants when two realizations hit the fallen starlet.

The tarp she had clung to fell to the ground. Right between two huge feet that merged into a massive body. At the same time, she noticed the distinct smell of sweat and sex coming from the monster that was now standing right in front of her. The monster, which had not stripped off a tarpaulin but rather its trousers and whose huge member hung limply down. Soaked and smeared from the animalistic fuck that Alexandra had just witnessed.

The gaze of her beautiful eyes travelled anxiously up his meaty legs. Until they hit the fleshy glans that dangled casually between his knees.

To the cock, which was her fate.

And Alexandra screamed...