they never spoke during these encounters…. she didn’t know his name…. she only knew that it was futile to try to escape him… she had grown to know him by the feel of his hands on her body, the depth of his probing, the way he breathed through his orgasm… the thickness of his cum…. and that his cock always pumped out-of-body-orgasms into her no matter how violating it was….. she moved lofts twice, but he always found her….. he didn’t even have to break into her apartment anymore, she had started giving up on locking it… never once had he said a word to her other than grunting out “shit” and “ fuck” whenever her pussy clenched around him….. their mating was raw and carnal…. the first time he forced himself on her, she was scared and, naturally, resisted.. but after the 5th time or so, she started pushing back as he pumped her cunt with deep, procreative need…….