Charlotte's mind swam. She needed someone to rescue her. This couldn't be happening. None of this made sense. When the rapist had reached up under her skirt to feel inside her wet pussy - where had the thong been? It hadn't felt as if the tattoo covered brute had pushed it aside.
The young tourist had no time to consider the mystery any further. She had more serious issues to deal with.
Muscled arms yanked her off the ruined floor of the old church. Her skin prickled as it was pressed against the leather of his trousers. With one big step and then another the large criminal forced Charlotte backwards.
~You're going to get fucked.~ taunted the voice in her head. It sounded happy.
The rapist spun her around, folding her forward over what remained of the stone alter in the church. She found herself bent over the alter, her stomach down towards the old stone, feet on the ground and with her back to the tattooed stranger. Just ahead a shattered window looked out on the scenic woodlands beyond.
~Ooo. Pretty.~ chimed the voice.
"Please, no, no... " sobbed Charlotte even as the German kicked her legs apart.
She could feel him lean against her. She was trapped. Trapped between the cold stone of the alter and the rapist's body.
His hand reached downwards, giving her backside a hard slap before flipping open his fly.
"Hmm. Yeah... I like this," muttered the man, pressing his large cock between Charlotte's buttocks.
"And this!" ... he wasn't kind. The muscled rapist thrust his cock deep into Charlotte's soggy sex from behind.
Her scream was a mix of pain and pleasure. She was no longer a virgin. She was being raped in a strange land, in a ruined church, on an alter, looking out of a window by a nameless brute covered in tattoos.
~Told you that you'd like it...~ purred the thong's voice.
Charlotte was sure she'd pass out. |