Fantasy

The air was bitingly cold. Anna could see her breath escaping her lips tucking the edge of her trench coat more firmly against her body Anna recrossed her arms. The walk to her dorm room was excruciatingly long tonight. I should just drop this late lab, she thought crossly. It was now ten o’clock and the campus was deserted.

Anna wasn’t scared as she walked the secreted paths lined by thick trees. Sure, colleges had things like drugs and rape but it would never happen to her. She was careful, smart and wary with where she went. Besides, she pulled a tendril of hair from the corner of her mouth, who would want me? Anna was young only 22 but a little plain with ordinary brown hair and eyes, a decent body but Anna never saw any guys panting over her wanting her number.

Anna walked quickly more to keep the blood flowing rather than from fear. The first thought that went through her mind when she was attacked from behind was if this was a joke and one of her girlfriends had spooked her.

Hell no, strong hands gripped her shoulders from behind effectively pinning her arms. Her attacker released one of her shoulders as she started to struggle and cry out slapping their hand over her mouth. Anna felt herself being hustled into the trees on one side of the cement path.

For one moment Anna closed her eyes feeling hot tears escape over her cheeks. Maybe none of this is real; maybe I’m still in lab only I’m asleep and dreaming. But the sound of Anna’s winter boots digging into the cold dirt as she tried to make herself heavy made her realize that this was no dream.

The breath was knocked from her body as she was thrown unceremoniously onto the cold earth amid the dense cover of trees. Anna struggled to get up on her feet but her attacker grabbed a hold of her bulky trench coat yanking on it sending her down in a crumpled heap on the ground.

Anna struggled to catch her breath looking up at her assailant. It was a man dressed all in black Anna had the passing thought that he should be very cold because he wore only black jeans and a black T-shirt. He seemed lean and wiry; Anna already had had a taste of his strength. He was staring at her that much she could tell but little else as he circled around her his hand lighting on her face to stroke her cold, wet cheek, her hair which had escaped long and free from her hood.

“Why are you doing this?” Anna’s voice came out tear filled.

His coarse laughter echoed around her in the cold night.

Anna drew a breath to scream but found his hand over her mouth once again. He shook her head. “Don’t do that. It angers me.” He had a smooth cultured voice one that was vaguely familiar.

He pushed her down then onto the earth straddling her with his strong legs. Anna brought up her clenched fists raining blows onto his hard chest. “Bastard!”

In a flash he had both her wrists pinned above her head in one of his hands. He gripped her chin bending to kiss her. His lips were warm, soft giving her a slow kiss that drugged her mind. Wasn’t he supposed to be hitting her? Where were the bruising kisses?

Anna’s trench coat had fallen open revealing her thin T-shirt and jeans. He fisted the material in his hands causing Anna to wince at the sound of tearing fabric. On seeing her frilly lace bra he smiled. A lock of dark hair falling over his brow as he surveyed the plump flesh exposed to him. “So pretty.” He intoned reaching behind him. Anna froze when she saw a dull gleam. Oh god, no wonder why he wasn’t beating her he was going to disfigure her. He inched forward with the blade Anna squeezed her eyes shut waiting for the pain. But it never came; she felt the cold steel against the skin below her bra strap heard a dull whispering sound as he sliced through the material. He did the same on both sides then he brought the blade up through the middle of her bra. Finally her breasts were exposed to his view. Her nipples were puckered due to the cold but when he bent his head capturing the nub in his mouth she felt the shock of his warm mouth, the sizzle of fire that raced straight from her breast to her cunt.

It was bad to like what he was doing, she told herself, but she couldn't help it. Meeting his dark eyes as he lifted his head. A small smile crossed his face then he bent to her other breast. A small moan escaped her lips.

At the sound he reared up releasing her wrists. Pulling his black T-shirt over his head exposing a sexy muscled waist and chest. Without thinking Anna reached out to touch his skin recoiling when she found that his skin was burning hot in the cold air. Yet helplessly mesmerized she reached out again feeling his heat flow up her arms. Time stopped then nothing could intrude on them now not the cold, nor another person.

Anna had never felt so taken, so wanted.

He was a god straddling her. A god who demanded her and Anna felt powerless to refuse.

His hands came up over hers warm and strong moving her hands down his chiseled torso down to the buttons on his jeans. Anna’s breath came out shakily as her fingers undid the buttons one by one easing them out. His hard cock felt like an iron brand against her hands. When she undid all the buttons he took her hands bringing them up to his mouth for a burning kiss. He laid them on either side of her head. He trailed kisses down from her lips, over her collarbone, on her breasts. Down, down to her jeans which he quickly unbuttoned pulling them down to her ankles. She could only stare up into his shadowed face as he eased his boxers down. She caught a glimpse of hard cock before he came down on top of her. The shock of skin to skin contact firing her blood making her even wetter and hotter for him.

He entered her quickly causing Anna to gasp at the feel of his hot thick cock parting her damp cunt. No man had ever filled her so completely before she felt both controlled and in control in a strange way. He began to move in slow languid strokes that drove her wild causing her to buck her hips wanting more. His soft laughter echoed in her ears as he began to move faster and harder. Anna found herself on fire she forgot the fact that she was on cold hard earth even that this was a possible rape. Anna only wanted more.

“Don’t stop.” She moaned as he touched her clit sending her over the edge.

He thrust even harder into her biting her neck crying her name as he came.

“So what is rape exactly? Is it a means of control used by men to subjugate women? Undoubtedly this has proven to be so. Even yet there are people capitalizing on the idea that rape is really every woman’s fantasy.”

Anna raised her head from her desk shaking it to clear the remnants of that dream. Holy shit, she must have fallen asleep in her women’s studies class. What with the teacher droning on about rape it seemed only natural that she would dream of the topic. She caught the last statement from the teacher.

“If the fantasy to be taken appeals to any of you please only perform this scenario within the confines of a safe and loving relationship with someone you trust. For those of us who have experienced the horror that comes with a violent rape we as women will never understand wherein the fantasy lies. Thank you for coming.”

Anna gathered up her books moving quickly to the exit. A cup of coffee would be a great way to warm up and forget her twisted dream. Was rape her fantasy? Anna pushed that question to the back of her mind.

The TA for the class was sitting by the door. Many of the girls would whisper about how hot he was and go into his office hours for the chance to gawk at him. He was hot, Anna mused, lounging in loose blue jeans and a white T-shirt his black hair sexily tousled as if he had just rolled out of bed. He must have felt her eyes because as she passed his desk he looked up at her. His green eyes held hers for a long moment before he smiled knowingly. Anna blushed scarlet running out the door.

Why would she have dreamt about winter when right now it was early fall? Maybe I was just cold, Anna mused, after all I did forget my jacket.

Pushing all bad thoughts out of her mind Anna hurried down the cement path to her dorm room. A shiver of apprehension ran through her as she walked down. Anna hurried on determined not to look at the trees lining the walkway. It was six o’clock and there were students about still, there was nothing to fear.

Anna jumped when she felt a warm heavy arm encircle her shoulders. “Hey, Anna.”

She looked up seeing the male TA. “Hey.” Anna whispered shakily.

His green eyes held hers once again. He began to pull her toward the trees lining the path. She began to resist trying to turn out of his grip but she found herself pressed hard against his warm body which proved to be every bit as sexy as in her dream.


“Why are you doing this?” Anna heard her voice eerily reminiscent of her dream.

“Come on, Anna, don’t you want to see if rape is your fantasy?”

Anna felt that same powerless feeling as he drew her closer to the edge. His words echoing the question that she had asked herself. He kept drawing her closer and closer. How could she resist?

The trees swallowed the pair.