Planting Seeds

Jack was fond of the little garden the students at the local university ran. Not only was it nice place to get some free produce, but it was a great place to get some tail. He lived a nomadic life in a dirty camper vehicle, and he would cycle through his favorite spots for a couple of months at a time.

He'd park next to the lot, a small plot in the middle of an otherwise urban neighborhood. The goings-on behind the gate were nicely hidden by the dense trees and bushes tended by the legacy of students who'd managed it over the decades. The students never knew him, but Jack had been visiting this spot for a long time. He would volunteer there during open hours, then hop the fence after everyone left. The students would get to know him for a few months, enough time for them to let him have his own bed to tend and stop paying attention to him. He'd wait patiently for his chance to catch one of the sweet young co-eds alone.

This time around, his chance came one slow summer afternoon. Most of the students were away at break but there was always an intern or two who would tend the garden a couple of hours a week. Today it was Leah's turn.

Leah was an environmental science major. At 5' 10" with a petite frame and D-cups, olive skin with green eyes, everyone always told her she should model. But she rejected the notion that she should get by on her looks alone and she wanted to develop real skills. She got into gardening because she wanted to learn how to grow her own food, and found it to be a great escape from the drudgeries of lectures and midterms.

It was obvious Leah didn't really like Jack but she was too nice to tell him to leave. She just turned her portable speaker up, and went back to what she was doing, not paying attention to the grizzled old man who reeked of body odor silently calculating behind her.

They were alone, and Jack knew the garden's schedule well enough to assume no one would be joining them. All the same, he made sure to shut the front gates so the garden would appear closed to the public and turned back to the task at hand.

Leah was in her zen state, feeling accomplished from working with her hands. She had gone into the small greenhouse to plant some seeds. It was a good day for propagating. She was shocked out of her thoughts by Jack standing between her and the door.

"Ah! Jesus, you scared me! What's up?" She asked, her annoyance building. Damn, this guy really smelled. Being in a nature-based major at a liberal college, she was used to unwashed hairy hippy smells, but this guy was something else. His smell was particularly... homeless, not just that he didn't believe in deodorant like most of her friends. The small greenhouse they were sharing and the summer heat made it all that much more noxious. It made her nervous how he was just staring at her, down at her tits which were clinging to the thin fabric of her tank top with sweat. She didn't wear a bra- none of these girls ever did, and her nipples were clearly showing as if the shirt was only there to mock the concept of modesty. Jack couldn't wait another second to suck on those juicy melons.

In a second he was on her. Seeds exploded from Leah's hands as she was pushed backwards by her throat. His other hand roughly grabbed one breast while he pinned her against the table beside them.

She tried to scream, but he squeezed her throat with his hand and growled, "Scream, slut, and I'll knock you out. I've got no problem fucking you while you're unconscious, but I promise you don't want that headache."

This wasn't happening, was all Leah could think. His smell so close was making her gag along with his hand on her throat. She could barely register the words he was saying and started to panic. But with the walls of the greenhouse, the density of greenery around them, the music blasting on portable speaker, and the sounds of the city in the distance, nobody could hear the pitiful struggle she made in the next few seconds.

She tried to push him off her, but he moved so quickly and was surprisingly strong. He ripped the front of her shirt down, and latched onto a nipple with his mouth while he continued to press her back against the table, his free hand started to pull her shorts down her hips. With his other hand still on her throat, he quickly pulled her up and skillfully turned her around and finished ripping her shorts down and pushed her over the table. It happened so quickly, Leah could barely react. She let out a couple of "No's" and slapped at him weakly before she was effectively pinned again, this time with her bare chest uncomfortably scratching against the faded wood surface, her ass and pussy fully exposed before her attacker.

His hand wrapped around her mouth as she felt him line himself up to fuck her. I can't believe this is happening, she thought again. This wasn't really happening.

"That's right, SLUT!" He grunted as he entered her hard. "Take it. You fucking. Whore."

He emphasized with each thrust as he forced his whole 9inches in more and more. Leah screamed against his hand, flailing, her ankles still tangled by her shorts. The pain was real enough. She had no choice but to stretch around his size. Oh my god, he's really fucking raping me. I'm being raped.

He kept a steady relentless pace, pounding her body and mind into submission. She groaned into his hand with the dizzying grip over her whole jaw and tried not to pass out from the overwhelming sensations of the heat, and the smell and the fear and the pain and the sickening aching feeling of pleasure building despite her disgust. He forced his fat cock into her body and she hated herself for what it was doing to her. He paid no mind to her struggle. He kept up a continuous degrading monologue while he railed her tiny insides.

"That's right, slut. Your sweet little peach is all mine now. How does it feel being a fuck doll for an old man?"

Horrified by his words but even more horrified by her body's reaction to them, Leah felt her pussy bite and drool around him. He slowed down only to push his tool even deeper than she had thought possible. It hurt so much, but underneath the ache came a primal craving for more. Uncontrollably, she pushed her hips up and back to meet every painful thrust.

"I can feel how much this pussy loves it, I feel you soaking me, dripping down my balls."

Fuck, he was right. She couldn't stop the building pressure deep within her.

"Yes, you're gonna cum all over this big dick. I can feel the back of your whore cunt gripping me."

Ffffuuuuck! His massive cock was pressing against her cervix while his swinging balls tapped her clit again and again. The humiliation from getting railed in a public place in the middle of the day by this disgusting, smelly old pervert as he narrated every betrayal her body did to her tipped her over the edge. Her pussy clamped down on him hard before convulsing into spasms, sending fireworks through her nervous system. For an instant, her vision burst into ecstatic fractals, and she felt pure bliss, her pussy squirting juice all over her rapist. The feeling lasted one heavenly moment, to quickly be replaced with shame as her consciousness returned and she remembered who was doing this to her.

"Noooooooo!" Her muffled cry was lost behind his hard grip over her mouth.

"You fucking love this, whore." Jack ground himself into her slowly, reveling in the feeling of this young hot pussy creaming on his dick.

Leah lay still for several more minutes, moaning weakly as he continued to pound into her from behind. Soon, Jack grew bored and knew he wanted to squeeze those fat tits some more while he had the chance. The little fight she gave disappeared after he made her cum, so he risked removing his hand from her mouth and slipped out of her long enough to turn her around again. She obediently followed his silent direction, and breathed a sigh of relief, thinking it was over. But then he set her butt on the table and pushed her back before grabbing both legs under the knees and re-entering her hard. She cried out in shock and despair and started quietly sobbing as she looked up at his smug and sadistic grin.

"I love humbling you stuck up bitches who think you're too good for ole Jack," he smirked before putting her legs on his shoulders and folding her in half to give her a wet lick to the side of her face before capturing her mouth with his own and choking her with his tongue. She gagged and turned her face away, so he pinched and twisted both nipples hard. She tried to scream, but found her mouth plugged with his slimy tongue yet again. All the while, his hard dick drilled into her dripping snatch, which clenched around it and tried to pull him in deeper.

Jack reared up and spit in her face and used one hand to spread it around, slapped her cheek once, then pushed his fingers into her mouth and used her jaw like a handhold as he assaulted her pussy. His other hand squeezed one of her titties hard. He released her legs before he leaned down to catch a hard nipple between his lips. She didn't realize she had wrapped her legs around his waist and was bucking up against him. He slowed down and let her fuck herself while he grabbed both tits, and proceeded to spit and lick and suck and bite all over her buoyant orbs.

Leah stared at the ceiling of the greenhouse, watching the beads of dew from their sweat and ragged breath forming on the aluminum beams above them. She went still and lay quietly dissociating as her rapist went to town on her titties and ravaged her pussy without regard for her feelings on the matter. She had become the perfect little fuckdoll, her pussy still eagerly grasping at his dick while her mind obediently accepts this disgusting creep as her body's new master. For several minutes, they listened to the sound of the music blasting on her speaker over the slurp slurp of Jack's ministrations on her breasts, the squish of his fat rod penetrating her tight slit, and his grunting degrading approval of her body. Leah whimpered as she struggled to resist the pleasure his touch was inspiring inside her. The steady stroke and grind of his cock against her cervix as he tweaked the sensitive buds on her titties was causing another build up of heat and pressure in her. Despite herself, she was panting and gasping and moaning softly, slowly surrendering to her rapist's expert manipulation of her body.

I have to titty fuck this bitch, Jack thinks, as he pulls out to climb onto her heaving chest on the table. He noticed he was leaving hickeys and fingerprint bruises all over her neck and tits, and grinned thinking about how she was going to remember this torment for a long time. Leah closed her eyes and gritted her teeth as Jack pushed her big tits up around his swollen length and started pumping his shaft in between those fleshy pillows. She couldn't stand to look at his yellow teeth or evil eyes grinning down at her. She felt the tip of his dick hit her lips, quick and light, before he pulled back. Again, he thrust forward enough to press himself against her closed mouth.

"Kiss it," he commands. But she can smell his rank musk, overpowering her senses, and she thinks, no way am I putting his disgusting dick in my mouth. Who knows the last time he's washed it.

But no wasn't an acceptable response in Jack's eyes. He let go of her tits to raise his hips and slapped her in the face hard and repeatedly with his member. "Open. Your. Fuckin. Mouth!"

He grabs her hair hard and pulls, causing her to wince. He then pushed her head back down into the table, shocking her into a gasp. With that, he shoved his dick into her throat and held her head there for several seconds. She gags and flails her arms and legs, which the sadistic Jack finds adorable. He pumps in and out of her throat three times, before pulling all the way out suddenly. The sound is like a vacuum seal being broken. She coughs up some drool all over her tits and he resumes his place on her chest to keep titty fucking with that fresh supply of lube.

"Good fucking tits!" He grunts, ignoring her while she keeps coughing. God the taste of him is vile.

Her eyes start leaking tears as she pleads for him to let her go. "I won't tell anyone about this, please just stop!"

Annoyed with her complaints, he climbs off her and sits next to her on the edge of the table.

"Get on my dick, whore."

For a second, Leah thinks to run. But her fear of what he'll do if he catches her stops her. Resigned, she lifted herself off the table and climbed into his lap, straddling him and lowering herself down onto his thick meat. She can't help but moan as her pussy stretched around him. On top of him, he feels impossibly deep inside her.

"Give Daddy a kiss, slut. Make me believe it."

Crying, she tries to kiss him without retching. He grabs her hair and forces her mouth open again. His tongue impales her, trying to push its way far down her throat. It's impossible to escape the taste of him. He squeezes her tit as he bounces her on him. She's not in control even on top. He grabs both hips and slams her hard into him again and again. One hand grabs her hair by the scalp. Again he spits in her face and tongues the mucus, spreading it everywhere by grotesquely licking. Her whole face gets covered in his nasty saliva. She can't escape it, can only hold on as he picks her up and kneads her ass while bouncing her up and down his shaft.

Then he sets her back on her feet and repositions himself behind her.

"Bend over and put your hands on the table and arch your back down. Get that fat ass up."

He spanks her, leaving another mark in the form of a red welt on her buttcheek. She numbly obeys.

"Yes, good little slut. You know your purpose, to be a little cum bucket for old pervs like me." He pushes himself back into her pussy, swift and hard and deep.

Oh god, he's going to cum in me! Leah panicked. Briefly, her fight came back. She tried again to get away, scream for help, but he just picked up her hips so her feet dangled below them and pistoned into her so hard she couldn't breathe. Fuck, I'm going to cum again! Leah thought, right before reaching that sweet climax on her rapist's cock another time.

Though her logical brain knew she didn't want to get pregnant, her body only knew the powerful need to be filled by him. And above all, she understood that it would happen regardless of if she wanted it or not, so she succumbed to the hedonistic pleasure of being used as this awful man's fucktoy.

"That's right, whore. I'm going to breed you. I'm gonna dig my seed deep into you where it's gonna take root. You're ready for this monster load, you. fucking. bitch!"

She felt him swell, causing her pussy walls to ache, she felt him lurch deeper and deeper and deeper before letting out a huge groan and holding still for several seconds. Spurt spurt spurt, she felt his dick twitch and his hot spunk shoot out to coat her unprotected womb.

Jack could feel his huge load draining from his balls deep into this hot little whore, and he grunted in triumph. He held her panting body still, plugging her hole so that not a single drop could escape. He took extra pleasure in imagining this bitch's belly swelling with his rape baby, forcing her to drop out of college. Serves her right, wasting her natural talents to get an education. She belonged on her knees. Speaking of...

After an impossibly long time filling her fertile cunt with jet after jet of his potent seed, Jack gave her a few more luxurious pumps with his softening dick. Even going flaccid, it was still chubby and swollen. He still had her feet lifted off the ground, dangling limply with her body bent over and barely hanging onto the table in front of her. She moaned when she felt him lifting her ass up and down again, having surrendered complete control over her. His dick pushed the massive amount of fluid he'd just deposited deeper and deeper, and the ache it caused in her sensitive pussy was divine.

But he wanted her on her knees. He slowly pulled out and turned her around and pushed her head down, silently commanding her to kneel before him. Weak and defeated, she followed his implied instruction.

"Clean me off, whore."

Crying quietly, she got to work, licking his shaft, which tasted like her combined with his own funk.

"Suck on my balls."

Grimacing, she did as she was told, licking off the juice that covered them thoroughly. Damn, she really was soaking wet. She could feel his cum slowly oozing out of her spent snatch. God, I hope I'm not pregnant, she thought. She wasn't on birth control, and plan B was expensive.

"Not half bad, you stupid slut. Your little pussy just milked every last drop of my baby batter. Are you going to say thank you?"

Leah sat on the ground, dumbfounded. Thank him? For raping her? For using her and covering her body in his disgusting fluids? But she'd cum on him harder than she ever had in her life. Twice!

"Thank you." She whispered, more out of fear of punishment than genuine gratitude, she told herself.

Without another word, Jack tucked himself back in his pants and then walked out of the garden, whistling merrily. He climbed in his RV and drove out of town. He wouldn't come back to this spot for a few years. By then, all the current students who knew him would be gone. He had done this many, many times. There were several bastards he'd already created to ruin their mommies' futures.

In the greenhouse, Leah sat on the ground for a long time. Her shirt still in tatters on her shoulders, the shorts and panties on the ground where they'd fallen off her ankles. His cum leaking out of her, his scent reeking the small space, combined with hers. She would smell him on her for weeks. Tears streaked down her cheeks as she sat in shock.

A local man out for a walk around the neighborhood saw the gates to the garden were open and found her like that. He was surprised and concerned for her, but also couldn't help but feel the blood rushing at the sight of her defiled young body. He used his phone to take a picture and texted some friends to come help. She just listlessly followed his instructions as he had her stand up... turn around... bend over...

It was a good day for propagating, and it seemed she had an abundant supply of seeds for her community garden bed.