Charlotte part 3
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Charlotte's friends always talked in hushed voices about what happens to girls in Pioneer Park at night. Just last week, a jogger was raped there in broad daylight. Before that, another nice white girl went missing for three days. She turned up naked and covered in bruises after a horrifying ordeal.
The park lay in a triangle between the State University, the bus terminal, and the old residential neighborhood where Charlotte and her friends lived. It was big and sprawling, full of old trees and hidden nooks. It used to be clean and safe when Charlotte was younger, but now the state didn't have money for cops and the city didn't have money for garbage bins.
Her friends were talking again about the park, about how they should walk with their keys in their fists in case something happens, about the horrible rape last week. Charlotte was nodding along, but she kept her knees carefully shut. Her pussy was very wet, and she was terrified of her friends finding out how much it was turning her on to talk about the rapes in the park. She didn't feel sorry for the girl who was raped. She wanted to be that girl.
That night, she went home and jilled herself to sleep, fantasizing about being raped in Pioneer Park, about being used by gangs and drug dealers, about being fucked beyond the limits of her body.
The thought wouldn't go away. She spent a week secretly touching herself at work and at home, but the rape fantasies were only getting hotter. She couldn't concentrate on anything.
Friday, she went out and picked up a guy at a bar. They fucked. He fell asleep. She was bored. Her fingers were jilling her pussy as she thought about being taken by more cocks than she could count, used roughly, taken beyond her limits.
She knew she needed to be raped. She knew the fantasies wouldn't go away until she lost control, until she was taken by strange, dirty, selfish men.
Saturday morning, Charlotte drove to the next town. She bought a pair of handcuffs at a stag shop and the skankiest tartan skirt she could find. She then went to a cheap salon and got a Brazilian wax. There was time to think as the painfully hot wax was poured over her pussy mound and other bits. Was she the first girl ever to knowingly wax herself before a rape? Would her rapists appreciate the smoothness of her pussy, the extra sensitivity of her perfectly hairless skin?
She drove home early. 9pm came agonizingly slowly.
When it felt late enough, Charlotte started to get ready, to make herself the perfect rape target. She braided her long brown hair into two pigtails. She put on the very short red tartan skirt over her bare pussy. She tore the buttons off a white blouse and tied it up under her heavy breasts. She put on mascara and eyeshadow to highlight her green eyes.
She looked in the mirror. This is what men want, right? A short skirt and lots of makeup is what gets your raped, right?
Charlotte threw on a raincoat, hugging it tightly to herself, and walked out her front door towards the park. It wasn't far. There were other girls done up in garish colours selling their bodies a hundred meters to the side. A couple drug dealers offered to fix her up with a hit, and a homeless crackhead was sleeping restlessly on a broken bench.
She kept walking deeper into the park, and went off the main path. There was a lightpost ahead. She threw her raincoat on the pile of litter by a garbage bin and walked up to the light. The light shone harshly on her slutty clothes, her exposed skin, her assets.
It was now or never. Charlotte locked her wrists in the handcuffs and threw the key into the darkness. She was powerless to defend herself.
All of a sudden she shivered. She saw shadows moving in the darkness. Maybe this was a bad idea. Maybe she didn't want to be raped. Maybe...
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