No, she accepted her fate

Charlotte squeezed her eyes shut and bit down on the cloth in her mouth. Her pussy ached for attention both inside and out. She wanted so badly to have her fantasy fulfilled that she could not bear to cut it short when she was so achingly close. If only he would stick it in her, **** her to take his length with no mercy, then her darkest desires would be realized.

But, Charlotte was also scared. She did not know what this man's plans for her were. He had put a lot of effort into spiriting the young woman away, and she had no delusions that he would simply let her go after having his way with her. The fear that she might never again return to the life that she knew, that she might never see her family or friends again, only played into her dark fantasy and fanned the flames in her belly. The young woman felt another thick drop of her juices slip from her tunnel and begin to make its way down her leg.

She was so caught up in her arousal, that Charlotte didn't notice what was happening behind her until something began to push its way through her slick folds. She knew that it had to be the man's cock. She couldn't think of anything else it might have been. It was really happening. She was being ****! Charlotte couldn't help herself and she moaned as her captor plunged his rod deep into her center.

“That's right,” the man called from behind her. “Moan like a whore. I could tell you were wet, but you're so slick I practically fell right in! You must really love getting **** by strangers. I'll bet this isn't even your first time.” It was her first time, of course, but Charlotte knew the man was right. As she felt the length of his shaft press against her slippery insides she felt so ashamed. She really did love it.

“Is this what you wanted, cunt?” the man continued. “Some big, strong man to come and have his way with you?” She managed to stop herself from nodding. It was what she wanted, but she couldn't bring herself to admit it. Not to him.

She could feel her captor's cock pumping in and out of her. She knew it was wrong. She knew she hadn't consented, and she was supposed to be disgusted. But in that moment, it felt glorious. “You know what that makes you?” the man taunted his victim as he continued to **** her.

“It makes you a filthy slut!” The words echoed in Charlotte's ears and in the surrounding woods. She could feel her vaginal canal begin to tighten and pulsate. She was cumming! She was cumming from being **** and called a slut! And he was right. A normal girl wouldn't have gone by herself into a dark park with no panties. Even a normal slut would have just gone to a bar and picked up a guy or two to fill her needs. No, only a truly filthy slut would do what she had done. The knowledge, the rightness of it, and the humiliation all came together to give Charlotte the strongest orgasm she could remember as she was speared by this stranger's cock.

The man continued to forcefully push himself into the quivering woman. He grabbed her hips and buried his long shaft in her defenseless body. Charlotte hung her head in shame even as her orgasm shook through her body. Moments later, she felt the man's stiff rod begin to pulse as it pumped rope after rope of hot semen into her tingling nethers.

He was finished. At least, Charlotte thought he was probably finished. This was her chance. She was weak from her orgasm, but so would he be. She could shove him over and run off into the woods content in the knowledge that her fantasy had been fulfilled.