Content warning: rape/noncon. This is 100% fantasy, real rape is abhorrent. Minors do not interact.
Imagine being taken. You knew that shortcut was a bad idea, but it was cold out, you were ready to get home - and as soon as the first man's arms wrapped around your own arms and waist, and your kicks didn't connect, you instantly knew home was so much further away. When the second man grabbed your legs to help his friend, laughing, your panic clouded your mind to all other thoughts. All you could do was fight, and feel. Feel all your punches and kicks miss. Feel hands on your arms, chest, thighs, ass. Over your mouth to silence your screams. More than four hands, too many to keep track of as they started ripping off your clothes. Hands directly on your skin, and jeering laughter in your ears, your arms and legs spread wide open. Cold rough ground under your exposed body. And movement between your thighs.
As your awareness came back and your situation sank in, you realized the movement inside you was a man's fingers, and they were wet. The men were laughing, each sitting on a different limb of yours in this alleyway, joking with each other over their "catch." The man fingering you saw you trying to get ahold of your situation and interrupted his conversation with his friends. "Hey, look who's decided to participate!" He held up a permanent marker in his other hand, and continued in a sickening singsong voice, "We're going to have fun with you..."
He laid down directly on top of you, hips between your legs, arms on either side, letting his full weight suddenly hit you and make you cry out. He started grinding his still clothed cock against your bare pussy, simulating sex with you and grunting exaggeratedly while his friends cheered him on, one of them recording on his phone, because you weren't even strong enough for him to need two hands. He grinned in your face, grabbed you by your hair on the ground with one hand, and held your head still to write something across your forehead with the marker while you cried. Four letters.
"There. A properly labeled slut."
He let go and sat up, kneeling between your legs. Your humiliation gave way to new dread as he unzipped his pants and pulled out his cock. You started struggling again, only succeeding in brushing against some of the other guys' cocks as they still sat on you. You felt how hard they all were. Before you could prepare yourself, the first man slammed his cock all the way inside you and bit down on your neck.
You let out a cry of surprise that sounded too much like a moan. The other guys snickered some, but their sounds were no longer going to muffle your own. They wanted to see and hear you get raped, wanted to hear your responses, and they were each going to get off to it until your pussy could be theirs next. The man inside you grabbed your hips and started fucking you onto his cock at a brutal pace immediately, sitting up so his cock hit you perfectly with every thrust, and you had no time or ability to change the moans of instinctive pleasure getting forced out of you. Your mind was turning off, the sensations all you could focus on -
And then he stopped cold. Your pussy needed more, you were close, you were humping your hips up and down on his cock and grinding your pussy down onto him. His hands were digging into your hips pulling you tighter, and you were so close, it felt so good -
He let go of you at the same second that thought kicked you back to reality. Your hips hit the ground. You hadn't cum yet, you were horrified to feel your pussy still craving your rapist's cock, but even worse was the thick liquid dripping out of your used cunt. He had just cum inside you, and you had let him, even helped him. You felt sick, looking into his grinning face. He had the marker again. You felt the cock you helped please drag across your body as he leaned forward, held you by your throat, and wrote something longer across your chest. Once he was done, he pulled your head up by your hair to see it: "filthy breeding rapeslut." He spanked your pussy sharply once, making you jump and yelp, and roughly fingered his cum back into you while deciding who to switch with.
He traded places with the guy at your left foot, and didn't stop fingering you until the last second. You couldn't manage to fight with that one freed leg in that time, and you couldn't help but be turned on again by the time the second guy positioned himself in front of your helpless holes. His face was cruel and his cock was hard, but he pulled your hips up on his lap and spent a minute rubbing his cock over your wet pussy and clit, looking down at you like you were a toy he still had to build.
You had already started humping his cock back automatically, even as you'd told yourself you wouldn't humiliate yourself like that again. He rubbed your clit under his cock as well until you were gasping, shaking for him, not coming yet - he let up every time you were close - all while he still had that unsettling, infuriating look of examining you. You heard yourself moaning again but couldn't stop. He switched hands on your clit and grabbed the marker, slowly writing things all over your chest, stomach, and thighs, in between edging you. One of the other guys complained about how long he was taking, and you distantly heard him tell them to be patient.
Your mind was in a haze. Your pussy was dripping shamelessly on him and he had to keep stopping to hold your hips down. You moaned in unfocused complaint when he finally pulled away from you, but sighed in relief to feel his fingers in your cunt. He pumped them into you a few times, and must have told the other guys to let go of your arms and legs, because you were finally able to bring your own hand to your clit. He allowed you to. He ran his other hand up your body, withdrew his wet fingers from your cunt and finally, finally, pressed his cock inside you, stretching you out. Your eyes rolled back at how good he felt. He placed his fingers at your lips, wet with your own slick, and you sucked them without question.
"Look at me." He said. The words filtered through your mind slowly, he wasn't moving his cock yet. "Look at me. I'm going to give you two minutes. You can cum, you can do anything you want. Understand?" You nodded, heart beating faster and cunt already clenching down on his cock. "The only thing is, to earn it, you have to say each thing I've written."
You looked down to see all the things written on you. "Cockwhore." "Free use." "Alley slut." "Cum dumpster." Your pussy only got wetter. You were still rubbing your clit as you gave in and began to repeat them back."I'm... a cockwhore. I'm a c-cum dumpster-" you stuttered a bit, not used to the vulgarity.
He stopped you. Somehow, the cruelty you saw before was gone. "Hey, remember, this is rape. We're making you do this. It's okay to like it. It's okay to go along with it. Because you have to, right?" You took a breath and nodded.
"I'm a free use slut. I'm an alley whore." You decided to go one step further and said the writing the first man gave you as well. "I'm a filthy breeding rapeslut." You knew your face was red at this point but your fingers were bringing your pussy so close, and you found yourself looking for his approval.
You got it. He laid flat on the ground and pulled you on top of him, riding his cock. He planted his feet to lean you back. "Go," he said, and you'd never heard a better word. You rubbed your clit, riding his cock at the perfect angle, as he was stroking your hips and legs. You were completely unrestrained, fucking him like a whore in this alley, and you didn't care about any of the other men jerking off further away from you. You let them watch, you wanted them to watch - show them what this alley slut can do when they actually treat you well. You bounced on his cock like you've never done for anyone, bringing his hands to your body and willing yourself to cum. And finally, incredibly, you felt all the stress and tension and anticipation release, and you were cumming while still riding him through it, and he was flipping you both over to pound into you and it felt so good. And your arms and legs were restrained again -
You looked up into his face and the cruelty was back. He laughed mockingly at you with his cock still fucking your now increasingly overstimulated cunt. "You know -" he said, between hard thrusts, that suddenly hurt worse than before, "you were just given - complete - freedom." He fucked you however he wanted while waiting for your brain to catch up. "You didn't have anyone holding you down. Did you?"
You felt the horror creep over you at the dawning realization of the chance you just gave up. You saw him see it, and he used your expression of horror and hopelessness and shame to make himself cum, raping it into your cunt. You were suddenly hyperaware of the stretch in your cunt that you didn't want before, all the writing on you that you had just said and agreed with, your unsalvageable clothes in scraps around you, the man on the side still filming every move you've made.
"I really thought you'd use those two minutes to escape, but that's not really what you want anymore, is it?"
You tried to prove him wrong, fight your way out again, but you were exhausted now from your orgasm and your alley slut performance. All you managed was to drip some of his cum before the next man lined up with your captured cunt, ready to fuck you all night.