Too Far From Where I Started
Copyright© 2026 by Kymbrly
Chapter 1
Erotica Sex Story: Chapter 1 - An adventurous college student wanders too far.
Caution: This Erotica Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/ft Coercion NonConsensual Rape Reluctant Slavery Heterosexual BDSM Humiliation Light Bond Rough Spanking Gang Bang Interracial Anal Sex Double Penetration Enema Water Sports
I never imagined that my ill-advised shortcut through the derelict industrial park would unravel my life so completely. At 19, I’m just a slender college student—5’7 and 116 pounds—with long brunette hair cascading down my back and wide brown eyes that dart anxiously through the dim twilight. My 34C breasts strain against the fabric of my fitted sweater as I quicken my pace, the chill evening air raising goosebumps on my pale skin. I regret ignoring the warnings about the sprawling homeless encampment buried in these overgrown lots: a no-man’s-land of addicts and outcasts where police sirens never echo, and screams dissolve into the night. But with classes running late and the library closing, I convince myself the risk is minimal—just a few blocks of shadows and silence.
That’s when he steps out from behind a rusted chain-link fence, blocking my path like a specter from a nightmare. He’s massive, easily 6’4, with a matted beard streaked in grime and eyes that burn with feral intensity under a hooded sweatshirt torn at the seams. His clothes reek of sweat and decay, and a jagged scar twists across his cheek, pulling his mouth into a perpetual sneer. In his meaty fist, he grips a length of pipe, rapping it lightly against his palm as he sizes me up, his gaze lingering on my curves with undisguised hunger. My stomach drops, heart slamming against my ribs like a trapped animal. I freeze, breath catching in my throat.
‘Where you think you’re goin’, pretty thing?’ His voice is a low rumble, laced with menace that sends ice through my veins. I back away slowly, hands raised, but he advances, the pipe glinting under the faint streetlight. ‘Ain’t safe for girls like you out here. Turn around and head back the way you came, or I’ll crack that pretty skull open right now.’ Terror floods me—his size, the weapon, the isolation. No one around to hear, no escape in sight. I whimper, tears pricking my eyes, but he doesn’t relent. ‘Don’t make me repeat myself. Follow me quiet-like, or this pipe meets your face. You don’t want that, do you? Be a good girl, and maybe you walk away ... eventually.’
The threat hangs heavy, his words burrowing into my mind like hooks. I nod frantically, my legs trembling as I turn to follow him deeper into the shadows, every instinct screaming to run but fear rooting me in place. He walks just ahead, glancing back with that predatory stare, conditioning my obedience with casual cruelty. ‘That’s right, keep up. You scream, you fight, and I’ll drag you by that hair. Seen girls like you before—soft, breakable. One wrong move, and you’re done. I’m the boss here; what I say goes.’ His tone drills the hierarchy into me: he’s the monster in control, and defiance means pain. My mind races with images of the pipe smashing down, blood on the concrete, and I swallow sobs, forcing my feet to match his stride. The encampment looms closer, a labyrinth of cardboard shanties and smoldering trash fires, the air thick with the stench of urine and despair.