Alright, I've been given the task by the lovely @moriah-the-alien to write smut about him using me and a task is a task, who am I to disobey a man☺️❤️?
I can't promise it's any good, but I did my best.😅❤️
Cw: Intox and Rape, please don't read if those might upset you, stay safe people ☺️❤️
Looking back on it, it was my own fault, I was asking for it, really. Going out to a bar, alone, as a woman in her early twenties, dressed in a tight black dress...
It started with me sitting at the bar, minding my own business. I just wanted to have a drink or two, be under people, nothing crazy, not planning on actually getting drunk. I was sitting at the bar, to my left a group of friends, completely lost in their own conversation and to my right a man that looked to be in his mid twenties. We didn't talk, I didn't really pay him any mind... I should have, then I might have seen the sly smirk, that flashed across his face, when I asked to pay, letting him know I planned to leave after that drink. Maybe then, I would have noticed him slipping something into my glass, when he pretended to signal for the Bartender... but I missed both, too naive, too stupid, bound to pay the prize for both.
I felt a little lightheaded when I got up to leave, but just blamed it on needing some air and left the Bar without a second thought, without looking behind me, unaware that he was following me...
As I was walking home, I started to feel worse and worse, I was swaying, stumbling, my vision blurring. 'What's happening...? I-... I didn't drink that much?' I thought to myself, feeling confused and a little panicked. Before my stupid brain could piece together what was actually happening, a strong hand covered my mouth from behind, easily dragging my already failing body into an nearby alley.
I tried to scream, but the hand muffled any noise, turning it into pathetic whimpers. I wanted to struggle, but my body had lost all strength and coordination, leaving me to flail around weakly, helpless to what was about to happen.
"Shhhh, no use struggling, you'll only knock yourself out sooner, darling. The drug's already in your system... making you feel nice and sleepy, isn't it? Don't fight it, silly. Besides, out alone, dressed like that? You wanted this to happen, didn't you? Don't worry, slut, I'll use you like the pathetic set of holes you are" he rasped into my ear in a deep voice, his tone mocking and filled with was undeniably lust. I felt tears form in my eyes, when I noticed the large bulge rub against my ass and my foggy brain finally registered his words. I had been drugged, I had no chance to fight him off, it was already to late to stop anything now.
"That's it, Good Girl. Cry all you want, just don't scream or struggle, I know you want this" He said, while roughly pulling off my clothes. The brick wall rubbed painfully against my bare titts and I felt a wave of nausea and horror wash over me, when I heard him unbuckle his belt behind me. 'Please don't! I'll do anything, I'll suck you off instead! No! Please, NO!' I wanted to scream, but the drugs prevented any coherent words from leaving my mouth, turning them into slurred whimpers and moans instead.
Even in my intoxicated state, I could feel the burning pain of his thick cock splitting me open without warning. I sobbed and whimpered, tears streaming down my face, while he fucked me mercilessly, using me like a doll, his strong grip being the only thing that kept me standing at this point.
"That's it, Baby. God, you're even prettier when you cry like that. You were made for this, made to be raped good and hard. I can feel your cunt clench around me, begging for more, you pathetic whore, I'm gonna fill you up so good" He grunted in my ear and to my horror, his words made me moan and I could feel my cunt proving him right, clenching and pulsing, begging for my rapists cum.
I was slipping in and out of consciousness by then, my eyes rolled back and barely open, my mouth hanging open, causing me to drool all over my scratched up titts.
I felt him cum inside me, his warm seed shooting straight into my unprotected womb... then everything went black.
Little did I know, that my torment was far from over. After watching me lay there, unconscious on the dirty ground, his cum leaking out of my abused cunt, he felt generous. I was such a pathetic little whore, it would be a waste not to share me. So after writing 'Free Use' across my stomach, he left me there, as a gift for any willing man that might walk by.
Throughout the night, I would briefly regain consciousness every now and then. Throughout my foggy mind, I could make out grunts of pleasure or mocking laughter. I would feel pain, from being kicked, slapped or punched. Shortly be woken up by the pain of having my ass stretched open by a thick cock, or the lack of oxygen from having my throat fucked.
When I finally woke up, it was morning. I felt like I had been hit by a bus, my body was covered in bruises, everything hurt. All my holes felt sore and were still leaking from god knows how many strangers cum. I reaked of sweat, sex and piss. I felt utterly used and humiliated and wanted to cry when that realisation send a fresh wave of arousal through my battered body.
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