I whimper as the uncaring brick of the alleyway remains rigid against my cheek. Behind me, barely visible in the dark of the alleyway, my assailant grunts to herself as she forces my wrist further up my back, earning herself a pained cry that just seems to spur her further.
āFuck. Listen. Listen youā¦god damn little bitch.ā Her voice sounds familiar, though I canāt quite place it through the bandanna covering her face. All I can make it is a pair of eyes, dark, hungry, againā¦familiar, āJustā¦shut the fuck up and let this happen, and I promise itāll be over quick, okay?ā When I donāt respond for reasons I assume to be obvious, she wrenches my wrist cruelly, āFuck. Have it your way. I offered you the easy way out.ā Ice pours under my skin as the hand not holding my arm suddenly dives for my belt, undoing it before a similar chill pounds against my ass as itās suddenly exposed to the night air. The chill dissipates when her gloved hand slaps the round flesh, gripping it tightly with unrestrained lust dripping off her every word, āFuck. Fuck fuck fuck, I canāt believe Iām finally doing this.ā
The next sound is surprising for the situation, a cap of some sort. If she drugs me, at least I wonāt remember it. I take solace in that thought for about half a second before a chil runs down my ass. Itās not metaphorical this time, either, as the feeling is distinctlyā¦slimy. Itās only a few seconds later when a finger slips its way between exposed cheeks to massage the gel into my hole that I realize.
What kind of rapist brings lube with her?
Iām not given time to ponder the answer, as the answer is clearly not a patient one. Pain spikes as she shoves the digit inside, pushing a strained cry from my lips,
āNo, no, no, donāt clench yet. Jesus. Fucking relax a little. Iām not trying to hurt you.ā Lies. Or. Maybe she actually believes that, āYou should be thanking me. Any other girl would skip this and just rape you. Fuck. Say thank you, pet.ā When I struggle to find those words, a savage push brings them to bear,
āTh-Thank you!ā Almost immediately, her entire attitude softens. Unfortunately, that grace doesnāt extend to the finger spreading me open.
āSee? That wasnāt so hard. Unlike you, I bet.ā The hand holding me against the bricks releases its grip and travels over my exposed waist, taking a moment to grope my hanging tummy, āFuuuuuck. Atta girl. Just stay still for me, puppy. Donāt fight and maybe we can step back towards that easy path.ā The grip travels down, thumb freeing my half-mast from its rumpled prison. The sensation of her grip isā¦unfortunately pleasant, āFuck. You donāt even fill my hand all the way. You shouldnāt be forced to use this thing. Girls like you were made for taking cock, not giving it.ā
She knowsā¦an awful lot.
Her head pressed to the back of mine and her chest on my back are already paralyzing most of my movement, and the pincer of my ass and cock being held prisoner in her grip mean I donāt have a lot of options to fight even if she wanted me to. She laughs when a thrust of her fingers sends a twitch straight through my girlcock, āThis cute little thing should be bouncing around uselessly while you get used. Iām gonna make sure it does.ā With no preparation or warning, I feel a second digit push against my entrance, nudging slightly, almost softly, āIf you use that sweet voice to ask for it, Iāll make it as painless as I can. Donāt you dare mistake my kindness for weakness. You need this, and Iām going to give it to you.ā My breathing quickens. Okay. Okay. Just a little wounded pride and I can get this over with.
āPlease.ā More pressure,fuck. This feels so gross. Like sludge dripping from my maw as she nudges again,
āNot enough. Say āPlease fuck me, mistress.āā
āPlease fuck meā¦mistress.ā It sucks, it hurts, it sucks, it hurts. Every cell of my body reviles in disgust, then jumps in pain as the second finger suddenly forces its way in. I canāt help tensing, even as her pseudo-sickly-sweet voice mocks me with false words of reassurance,
āHey, hey, hey, good girl. I know it hurts. Just relax.ā Tall fucking ask, I donāt say. You lied, another statement that doesnāt leave my lips.
The problem becomes apparent as I harden in her grip. Despite my ardent refusals, itās clear that my body is into whatās happening. Iād be lying if I said there wasnāt a corner of my brain that didnāt hate it either. The force, the pressure, her pace, her grunts as she stretches me outā¦the undeniable hard-on poking me in the thigh. Iām not stupid. I knew that's where this was always going to end. In my rapistās own words, she was being kind. Ignoring the fact that an infinitely kinder thing to do would involve not being here to begin withā¦I can almost see it. As my wandering thoughts leave my mouth completely unguarded, a small whimper falls from my lips.
That was a mistake. She pounces immediately, burying her hand as deep as she can get it in my guts and positively crooning in my ear,
āSee! You DO like it! God, thatās going to be my favorite part, Mel!ā Her voice drops to a sordid whisper, āYouāre never going to forget how good this feelsā¦ā
In an instant, Iām empty again. Relief floods my muscles for the brief moment I have to appreciate it before I hear the rustling of fabric behind me. I hadnāt gotten a chance to look at my attacker, but from the sound of the article hitting the cobbles, it sounds light, looser than jeans, maybe. Again, not that I have time to introspect on my defilerās clothing choices as the unmistakable feeling of her tip settles at my cunt. I brace against the brick, expecting a taunt, a jeer, a faux friendly platitude about how Iāll need this or something when she just shoves it in unceremoniously. Pain lights up my world as the bottle cap clicks again and another stream of lube pours down my crack. Too little, too late. Not that she cares. It seems largely symbolic as she disregards my pained grunts, having lost the energy to protest as she falls into a rhythm.
Gone are her honeyed words. She has nothing left to offer. With nothing left myself, I just whine. A little performatively, the sooner she cums, the sooner itās over. Hopefully. If I have to debase myself by begging for itā¦fuck it at this point.
āH-hah, good girlā¦ā her words are stuttered with each thrust, āIā¦I knew you needed this. You needed to get fucked properly. Didnāt you?ā Despite my resolveā¦I stay quiet. I canāt reply. The punishment for doing so is quickly served as a right hook crashing into my ribcage. I yell, an ugly, awkward sound interspersed by the pace of her thrusts, āSpeak, bitch. Or do I need to bruise you, too? I always thought youād make a pretty punching bag. Fuck. It didnāt have to be this way, you know. Couldāve been gentle and loving with you, if youād just let me.ā What about this could possibly have been gentle and loving? How could being her punching bag be anything but cruel and unkind, āNowā¦Speak. I wonāt ask again.ā
āY-yes, mistress. I needed this.ā The words spill out with the rest of my shame, āIām sorry.ā I donāt have to mean it. I just need to placate her, āpleaseā¦fuck me.ā
With nothing left to wrench from me, her hands snake beneath my shirt, her touch leaving fire along my sides until it alights upon my breasts,
āNo bra? Alone at the bar? God. You fucking wanted this, didnāt you?ā Her thrusts make it impossible to tell her no, no I didnāt want any of this. Any time I get a fragment of that sentence out, her deft fingers pinch my nipples and drown my protests with cries of pain, āYou make such pretty noises when I hurt you, Melody. Youāre making it awfully hard to stop.ā
āPleaseā¦donāt stop.ā
Iām not sure if it takes seconds or hours, but after hearing that, her hips piston harder, rougher, her grunting guttural, moaning my name like it belongs to her. Equal parts praise and degradation flow from her throat into my ear, each making me equally sick. Eventually, her grip on my hips tightens and she growls,
āFuckā¦Iām gonna knock you up, whore. Sayā¦please get me pregnant, mommy.ā Fuck it, please let this be over.
āPlease, please get me pregnant, mommy!ā Her hips slam into mine one final time as she practically howls to the sky, cock tensing and straining against my abused hole as she cums. When she pulls out, releasing me from the wall, I collapse to the unfeeling road beneath us, her boot and heavy breathing coming down on my neck,
āGood girl, Melody. Stay put. Iāll call someone off your phone to pick you up.ā
The tears flow harder as the pressure lifts, replaced by overwhelming nausea as I curl into a ball to the sound of her receding footsteps. The last thing I hear from her mouth is the phonecall, voice so pitched up and cutesy theyād never believe she was the culprit,
āI just found a girl outside Lloydās bar, her pants are off and it looks like she was assaulted. You were on her favorites list. Youāre on your way? Cool. Yeah, Iāll stay with her.ā
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