The Run I Regret Taking

I was finally ready to get back into running. I never should’ve ran at night alone..

I was so happy it was warm enough to run outside again. After graduating last year I kinda stopped running as much even though I loved it. I was on the cross country team, but wasn’t good enough for college. Being only 17 when graduating and just turning 18 now, I guess it was for the best. I’d never even been in a serious relationship, made out, or had sex. I probably wasn’t ready for college. So, I stopped running, but I’m glad I found my way back. It was late and a little chilly, but I thought no one will be out and I’ll start to sweat soon enough. Just wearing a sports bra and shorts might’ve been the wrong choice, but I was already out. I start running and it feels so good. After about 25 mins I start to feel it a little since it’s been so long, and I tell myself just get to 30mins then walk. As my run is winding down I get a bad feeling. As soon as this thought comes across my mind I felt someone grab me from behind. It’s a man. I can tell by the big hands and how he must be over 6 foot. I try to scream, but his hand muffles me. I feel myself being dragged into a more wooded area. I start to cry. I am so scared. He forces me on the ground face down shoving my eyes and mouth in the dirt. It’s hard to breath. He presses his knee into my back, and I hear the sound of duct tape ripping. He tapes my hands together behind my back, and then flips me over. I see his face for the first time. It’s mean, strong, and terrifying. “Please don’t. Let me go home please. I’ll never tell.” He smiles and rips off more tape and goes to place it over my mouth. “Ahh-“ I start to scream but he’s quick. After taping my mouth he slaps me so hard across my cheek. I continue to cry. “You’re mine right now little slut. You will do what I want or you will die. Understand.” Petrified I still manage to shake my head yes. “Good girl,” he growled. He then begins to lift my sports bra as I continue to sob. He squeezes them and sucks on my nipples. He starts to kiss my stomach gently and makes his way down to my pussy. When he arrives at my shorts he begins to pull them down. I start to thrash and kick. I can’t help myself. I try scream no though my covered mouth but I know no one can hear me and he knows it too. He smacks me again then puts his giant hand around my throat. This forces me to stop kicking and now I can only focus on struggling to breathe. “That’s not being a good girl. You’re my good girl remember,” he says obviously irritated. I nod my head yes praying he stops choking me so I can breathe. He slowly releases my throat, and I struggle to suck air fast enough through my nose. He smiles as he watches me close to suffocating, and clearly he enjoys being me close to death knowing he is the only one who can save me from it in this moment. He goes back to my shorts and I lay there shaking uncontrollably, but letting him as my faith starts to deteriorate. He pulls them off exposing my pink panties. Smiling again he starts to kiss the outside of my underwear, and it causes me to shiver. He then goes to take them off and I start sobbing again. He stops for a moment, comes really close to my face and says, “you’re so pretty when you cry.” Then so fast he ripped them off. Seeming to lose any control he had over himself. He starts to rub my pussy vigorously. Looking me in the eye he asks, “has anyone fucked you yet?” I shake my head no. There’s his smile again. “I can’t wait to rip your virgin pussy open and make it mine,” he says. He goes to put it one finger in, “damn you’re so fucking little and tight.” It hurts and I want him to stop. Then, he starts to change positions. He unzips his pants, pulls out his dick, and starts to stoke himself while he continues to finger my pussy. “You ready?” He asks and before I can shake my head no, he shoves himself so deep inside I feel my hymen break and blood drips out of me. I scream under my taped mouth in so much pain. He gives me no chance to recover as he forces himself in and out in and out. “You want this cum my little baby. My good girl,” he says between thrusts. I just continue to cry. “Here it comes baby. Here is comes my good girl.” Then I feel the warm sticky cum going inside it me. He grunts in pleasure and lays his body on top on me. We lay like that for a few mins until he finally rises. He flips me over, cuts off my tape, and lifts me to my feet. He leaves to duct tape on my mouth and holds my arms at my side. “You need to be a good girl and not tell anyone. Okay? Because if you do I will come to your house and hurt you. I will hurt your family. Do you believe me?” I shake my head yes with tear filled eyes. Just to make sure I understand he reads of my address, and it’s correct. He lets me go and allows me to get dressed he removes the duct tape from my mouth and tells me to lay down and count to 100. As I begin to count I hear him walk away. When I get to 50 I’m sure he’s gone, but I keep counting on the ground all the way to 100. I get up, walk home, and no I never tell anyone.

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