You're heading home after a party, and your bladder is ready to burst. You see the rest stop ahead. It's late at night. The parking lot is empty except for your car.
You walk in the eerie silence, broken only by the occaisional sound of a vehicle along the highway above which is hidden by the treeline. It's cold, which makes your need to piss all the more acute.
You dash into the restroom and bump head on into the bare chest of a guy wearing a leather vest, leather jeans, a biker cap, boots, and even though it's night, dark sunglasses.
"'scuse me," you say with a start trying to go around the buff dude. You're tempted to ask if he's cold dressed like that, but you think better of it.
He grabs your shoulders and holds you in front of him while he glares down inspecting you.
"Listen, I'm sorry I bumped into you, but I really need to piss," you say trying to pull away.
"You have no idea," the other guy snarls. He releases his grip for a moment allowing you to move around him toward the sinks and the unrinals beyond.
He moves quickly and has you spread eagle against the sink counter with his hand on the back of your neck. You hear a zipper, and then feel his other hand pulling down your jeans and underwear.
You struggle and scream, "NO!" as he penetrates you.
Your scream turns into sobs, and you try to focus on anything else. In the mirror you see the condom dispenser on the wall next to the sinks.
"You used a condom?" you ask as he continues to ride your sorry ass.
"The condom dispenser's empty," is his only reply.
Your surprise, shock, and pain are now changing into hot anger. Your rapist sees your expression change in the mirror and he laughs.