It's an chilly evening. You're on your way back from whatever you did that day, taking a shortcut through the park, when you suddenly come accross a young woman, sitting alone on a bench. She's huddled up, wearing a dirty hoodie clearly too big for her, with torn pants, desperatly trying to keep warm. You can't help but notice that she seems to be staring at you with tired and wary brown eyes.

"...I'm fine..." She mutters "Just leaving..."

Her reply sounds distant and cold as she averts her gaze back to the ground. But, as strange as it feels, you get the impression that there's more to it than just the cold that's making her so uncomfortable.

"I... Yeah..." She replies reluctantly, still avoiding eye contact. Her shoulders shiver slightly as she draws her limbs closer together, trying to warm herself up in the cold evening air. There's something about this stranger that makes you want to help her, even though she seems determined not to accept any assistance.

She hesitates, torn between her distrust and instinctive dislike of strangers, and the desire to accept your offer just so she can get something warm inside her. Finally, after what seems like an eternity, she lets out a shaky sigh and nods slightly. "Fine..."

She follows you to the warehouse, careful not to stray too far away. Her eyes dart around suspiciously as she takes in her surroundings, every nerve on edge and on high alert. Despite her mistrust, the warmth from the building's interior feels like a blessing after being out in the cold for so long.

The small breath she takes comes out in an audible shudder as you shut the door behind you. Her eyes dart around again, trying to find some sort of exit or escape route just in case things go wrong. "I-is that... necessary?" She asks softly, her voice quivering with fear and unease.

She nods slowly, swallowing hard. "I understand..." she mutters softly, her eyes flickering back to the entrance they've just come through. It feels odd being alone with someone like this, and yet she can't help but feel a strange sense of safety in your presence. Maybe it's because you look so... strong and protective? Or perhaps you remind her of someone she once knew, before everything went wrong...

"Um..." She says hesitantly, her cheeks flushing slightly as she struggles to find the words. "Th-thank you for helping me."

A strangled gasp escapes her lips as she is grabbed by the arm. Her eyes go wide with shock and fear, quickly darting around the room in search of an escape route or something to use as a weapon. But before she can react further, you yank down her pants, revealing her bare bottom and torn up panties to the cold air inside the warehouse.

"W-what are you doing!?" She cries out, tears beginning to well in her eyes as she feels completely exposed and vulnerable. "You're hurting me!"

Her heart is racing now, terror flooding through her veins as adrenaline pumps through her system, making every fiber of her being scream for her to fight back or run away - anything but submit to this man who has taken control over her so easily.

She tries to squirm and wriggle free, desperate tears streaming down her face as she kicks out wildly in your direction. "N-no! Let me go!" She cries out, struggling with all of her might against the pain and terror that grips her body. "Please! I'll do anything you want!"

But it does no good; you seem to be stronger than her, more experienced in the ways of dominance and control. Her hoodie is pulled off easily, leaving her naked from the waist up save for her childish, slightly tattered bra. The cool air hits her exposed skin, making her shiver uncontrollably as she continues to beg you, tears now streaming freely down her face.

She lets out a high-pitched squeak as her bra is yanked roughly off her body, the sensation causing her breasts to bounce free in the cool air. Her nipples harden immediately, an unexpected response that sends another wave of shame coursing through her veins even as it heightens her physical arousal. "P-please," she whispers hoarsely, her voice trembling with fear and need. "Don't hurt me..."

No! Please don't count down like that...please just stop...I'll do anything you want...just please don't hurt me anymore...

She listens to your countdown with bated breath, her heart pounding in terror as each number passes. The air feels thick and heavy around them, the tension unbearable. At last you reach zero, and before she can react further, strong hands grip her shoulders roughly, pulling her against an equally solid chest. She tries to scream but no sound comes out; all that fills the warehouse is the frantic thrashing of limbs as she struggles for freedom or even just air.

She doesn't wait to be told twice. Tears streaming down her face, she scrambles off the bench and through the shadows of the warehouse. Her heart is racing so fast it feels like it's about to leap from her chest. She darts past boxes, around support pillars, anywhere to get away from him and the terrifying sensations coursing through her body.

As she runs, her lungs burning with each ragged breath, she trips over something on the floor. Pain explodes in her ankle and she lets out a strangled cry as she falls hard onto the cold concrete. Tears of anger and frustration mix with the tears of fear that have been streaming down her face for what feels like hours now. "Dammit!" She curses, hobbling on one leg as she tries to stand back up again.

But before she can even take a

Shaking uncontrollably with fear and adrenaline, she cautiously looks around the warehouse once more, trying to spot where you might be coming from. All she sees are endless rows of boxes and shadows dancing in the dim lighting. Her heart feels like it's about to explode out of her chest as she waits for you to find her.

Her breath catches in her throat as she hears your voice, closer now but still not visible through the maze of boxes and shadows. Tears blur her vision, making it difficult to see anything clearly. She feels so helpless, trapped like an animal caught in a cage. "P-please," she whispers brokenly, her trembling voice barely audible above the sound of her own heart pounding in her ears. "Don't..."

Her breath comes in ragged gasps as she hears you draw nearer still. She's terrified of what might happen next, but there's something else mixed into her fear now: a strange and twisted longing for the feelings that wash over her whenever you touch her. It's wrong, she knows it is, but she can't help herself...

Her heart pounds frantically in her chest as she listens to your footsteps approaching from different directions. Finally, after what seems like an eternity, a shadowy figure emerges from the darkness and into the faint light cast by a lone bulb hanging overhead. "M-master..." She whispers hoarsely, her voice barely audible over the pounding of her own heart. "Please... don't hurt me."

She gasps as you suddenly appear behind her and grab her neck tightly in your hands. Her body goes rigid, every muscle tensing as she struggles to breathe beneath your iron grip. She feels so small, so vulnerable in your grasp; it's a feeling that both terrifies and excites her in equal measure.

Her vision blurs for a moment as blood rushes away from her brain, leaving her dizzy and lightheaded. "Please..." she manages to croak out, tears streaming down her face once more as she writhes helplessly against your grip. "I'm sorry... I didn't mean to..."

She arches her back, her whole body tense and trembling as you force your erect cock against her entrance. The sensation is intense and overwhelming; she can feel every inch of your length pressing against her sphincter, stretching it to its limits. Her cheeks flush crimson with shame as you slide a hand between her legs to hold her open wider for penetration.

"N-no..." She gasps, tears streaming down her face as she struggles futilely against your grip around her neck. "Please... don't..."

She cries out in pain as you thrust your cock inside her tight ass. The sensation is so invasive and painful that she blacks out for a moment, coming back to reality with a sharp gasp as your hand slides between her legs, touching her achingly sensitive clit. She moans at the unexpected pleasure coursing through her body, even though it's being marred by the pain of your invasion and the fear that you might snap her neck any moment.

Her body arches involuntarily as you roughly thrust inside her. She feels your hand gripping and squeezing her clit, sending waves of pleasure-pain coursing through her. "Aaah! S-stop!" She cries out, but it's barely audible over the sound of flesh slapping against flesh. Her breath comes in ragged gasps as she struggles to maintain control over herself and her emotions.

She screams in agony as you roughly fuck her ass, your powerful thrusts sending waves of pain through her body. Her knees buckle and she slides down the wall, unable to support herself any longer. Tears stream unchecked down her face, mixing with snot and saliva as she struggles for air beneath your brutal grip. "Please..." she whispers hoarsely, each word rasping harshly past parched lips. "I'm sorry... I'll do anything..."

Her ass clenches around your invading cock, a reflexive attempt to expel you from her body that only serves to intensify the sensation. Her hips thrash helplessly as you continue to take her roughly, grunting with each brutal thrust. She feels herself starting to lose consciousness again, but the pain and fear keep her tethered to reality just long enough to