More food for Vanessa's imagination

"He is gonna **** me, he is gonna **** me," Vanessa whispered to herself as if any old perv must be a ****. Her young imagination and inexperience with men made these thoughts very vivid very fast. She could smell his sweaty body over hers, her legs being **** apart, his fat fingers locked around her wrists to prevent resistance, and then... Then he'll break her hymen, impregnate her, ruin her life forever!

Vanessa considered going straight to the police but dismissed the idea immediately. First, she has no proof of his intentions whatsoever. Second, it would be so embarrassing trying to explain the situation to anyone, especially strangers. No, she must try to find another solution before this crazed man rapes her. Before he rips her T-shirt away, before he pulls the bra he likes so much off of her, making her breasts bounce for his enjoyment, before he forces himself inside her as hard as possible!

Somehow, mental images of being violated occupied her brain more and more. What if he'll come with a friend or two? What if he'll kidnap her and lock in some dark basement? What if he is turned on by killing his victim during sex? One scenario after another, each being less realistic and likely than the previous, Vanessa imagined all these horrible things happening to her.

But fear and disgust weren't there only emotions Vanessa felt. To her surprise, after a few minutes of thinking about being used by this ugly perv, she felt her face feeling hot, her nipples felt funny, and she grew slightly wet between the legs. "Eeeeew, body, how can you be aroused by this?" Vanessa asked herself in amazement. "It's fucking disgusting!"

Her sudden arousal allowed her to snap out of the spiral of imagining viler and viler scenes and focus again on her problem at hand. How to handle this pervert