To her left she could see the neon signs of restaurants and pubs, to her right the street ran more into darkness. It was comfortable in the dark- no questions, no fear, no awareness but unease crept into her stillness, something was wrong. For a moment the hands seemed content to feel her breasts, mauling them though the cups of her bra, but then the garment was pulled up, freeing her breasts to flop out into the night air. This was the riskiest time so she feigned unconsciousness again and hoped they would leave her. If her rapist noticed he didn’t show it. They held her motionless, their combined muscles far stronger than hers; she was trapped, controlled, held fast. She heard him groan with the approach of orgasm and she took pride in knowing that her arse had provided such satisfaction.
