All your dreams, came true.
“What. The. Fuck. Is wrong with you?” her reflection said as she looked into the mirror.
For weeks, she’d been feeling something germinating. Something she knew was there but couldn’t (wouldn’t) speak out loud. Realizing in the pit of her stomach she had a need, an overwhelming desire to be taken against her will. Watching increasingly extreme porn barely satiated her new desire.
Everywhere she went; trips to buy coffee and creamer, work, church... a voice in her mind would whisper to her, “You need this. You know what you truly are.” She’d pass a man on the street, “He’s going to rape you.”
The desire was becoming excruciating. All-consuming
Every guy she saw who even looked at her made her pussy wet. She was humiliated one day after her pussy gushed and soaked through her leggings when a man at the gas station held the door for her and she caught him checking out her ass. She started wearing dark colored pants because it kept happening more and more frequently.
She found guys who wanted to “play” but it wasn’t enough. A small bruise on her breast, a sore asshole. It was rough, but not true. Not “real.”
She was done pretending, no more written fantasy. No more rough sex. The voice was omnipresent now. Every waking thought. “Whore… slut… cast yourself down into the pitch-black darkness.” The call of the void. She was ready. Her stomach churned as she accepted it. She would let it happen. She would bait a man and let him rape her. She would do everything she could to provoke every man she saw, until one of them finally gave her what she truly needed.
Every night for a week, she walked to the gym alone after dark in her sports bra. She rubbed her 36DDD tits against a dad at the playground. Flaunting, hoping someone might comment, or perhaps even take a grope. Every time she would hear footsteps behind her, that mix of terror and exhilaration. Is tonight it? Days go by and she keeps getting bolder, more desperate. She writes “slut” on her forehead and walked into a store.
Until one evening, walking to the gym in a small tank top, showing an absurd amount of cleavage, she hears footsteps coming up quickly behind her. Her heart surges with anticipation. In a second her neck is in the crook of his arm, feet dangling, trying to squirm free as he drags her into a nearby alley. Seeing the ground rush up to her as he drops her body, clawing her leggings off, her twisted panties binding at her knees.
Terror quickly wins and she realizes how stupid she was for thinking she wanted this. Reality crashes around her. She’s in danger and she needs to fight like hell to get away. He feels her strength shift in his arms and he grips tighter, now one hand covering her mouth.
Using his weight, he presses her into the ground, she feels his cock pressing through his jeans. Her muffled protests have become hysterical.
He shoves his hands into her panties. “If you didn’t want to get raped, then Why. Are. You SO. WET!?” he snarls. He’s furious when he feels her mound and hips are slick with wet. In almost a running motion, he uses his legs to push her panties and leggings off her legs and reaches down with his free hand to guide his cock into her. She makes a shrieking sound as he enters her and she feels him start to punch against her cervix with eager, hungry thrusts.
Her fingers dig into the ground as she tries to brace herself for each thrust. He slams her head into the sharp, rocky topography of the alley. She winces as blood trickles into her mouth. The taste of metal, the smell of his cologne, his grunts in her ear, her bare skin scraping against the road; her senses are on fire. His hips move faster, more intentional. He’s all too aware of the micro expressions that betray her. Her wet, anticipating pussy. Her dilating eyes. Her slightly too-late protests. Her hips tilting in his direction. Her pleas turn higher in pitch as a gush of warmth and wetness surrounds his cock. He pulls out and laughs at her, seeing her as no one else ever could: a broken cunt who enjoys being used.
“I swear to fucking God, I had a feeling about you,” he says as she starts to try to sit up. Blood is on the palms of her hands from the gravel. Rivulets of blood and drool drip out of her mouth onto her bare breasts.
“So you LIKED that, cunt? I’ve got something you’re going to fucking LOVE!” He reaches down and grabs both of her ankles, flips her over onto her stomach, and drags her across the sharp gravel and broken glass. She’s splayed out toward him, he kneels behind her. Once again, he takes her neck onto the crook of his arm, choking her, his breath on her skin. A searing pain makes her vision white as he drives his throbbing cock into her ass. The sound of their skin slapping together is echoing off the alleyway walls. One arm pinning her wrist, the other still choking her harder until she’s making gasping, gurgling noises, fighting for oxygen. He pumps into her ass feverishly, just grunting words, “Fuck.” “Yeah” “Bitch.”
She shakes her head desperately, trying to maintain some semblance of dignity. If she can deny the pleasure he’s inflicting, her greatest fear about herself will never come to fruition. Her train of thought is fractured as pain sears through her body, jolting her away from any feeble attempts at dissociation.
He looks down as his cock pummels her clenching ass and he sees that her fingers are wrapped around the hand that’s pinning her wrists.
It only makes him viscerally angry. He pulls out to view her gaping asshole. He spits in it with a look of disgust and he painfully shoves his hand inside. Pinned like his own personal puppet, she sobs loudly, painfully aware that this nightmare isn’t close to being over.
Using the tatters of her shirt, he lifts her limp body off the ground and slams her back down, each time driving his hand further inside her ass. The first impact is four fingers up to the knuckle, then again. Her head bounces off the ground and he’s pushing through almost all the way to his wrist. Now pushing violently, very quickly as her entire body is spasming with each thrust into her. Her hands are free now, and she’s begun to cover her own mouth to stifle the noises. She’s begun to lose all control of her body.
“Uhnnn, oh fuck! Yes, please,” he hears her moaning with every plunge.
“MOTHERFUCK!” He stands over her, picks her up by the hair and throws her against the wall, slapping her so hard a spray of red mist shines in the moonlight. “Crazy fucking bitch,” he says and grabs a fistful of her hair, the other hand gripping her windpipe, forcing her onto her knees. He begins to throat-fuck her savagely and as he looks down, he notices her own hand is between her legs, her fingers running in circles on her pussy.
The word “crazy” rattles around in her head as her reflexes initiate a series of violent gagging. “Maybe I am crazy,” she thinks to herself as she inserts two fingers inside her slippery cunt. “Who in their right mind…” Her thought is interrupted by him pulling out his dripping cock to rub the mess all over her face.
“What a dirty fucking whore you are,” he says with palpable disdain. He raises his hand quickly and she flinches, bracing for the impact of his palm against her cheek, but it doesn’t come.
Instead, his thumb gently traces her jawline and he looks her in the eyes. For a second, she thinks they’ve both recognized each other’s humanity. Maybe a redeeming quality for them both buried somewhere deep, deep down. As quickly as that thought arrives, it is violently kicked away when he spits in her face and tells her to get back to work. He shoves his cock further down her throat than before and pushes her lips to the base while her stomach heaves repeatedly. Makeup and tears run down her face and join in a pool of spit around her abused mouth.
Driving his cock into the back of her throat and using her hair as leverage, he pulls her head down into him and pinches her nose. Her hands grip his thighs as she fights to get free but fluid shoots out of her mouth. There is a fresh mix of spit, blood, and vomit in his lap.
Her hands relax on his legs and there’s no more fighting. One of her hands is working her fingers into her pussy and the other hand is cupping his ass, pulling his hips into her face, begging to be choked by his thick member.
He pushes her back against the wall and takes a step back. A long rope of spit and precum swings on the end of his cock. He looks into her eyes again and charges into her, lifting her leg into the crook of his arm, pushing her against the wall. He slides his dick into her pussy with total abandon. She uses her hands to grip him and steady herself, pulling him deeper with every thrust. She runs her hand over his head and whispers, “Please, yes. Please!”
She feels his cock explode inside of her, scalding hot cum runs down her leg as he pulls out. She slumps down against the wall, a broken mess on the cold, unforgiving ground. She begins weeping. Pain? Fear? Liberation? His cum drips out of her, his mark left inside, like a wound, forever.
He staggers a few feet, pulls up his pants, buckles them, and bends down to pick up her purse. He dumps the contents carelessly on the road and stands back up, holding her driver’s license up to the moonlight. “Marisa. Marisa… I will find you again. You won’t know when but, I’m not done with you.”
As she hears his footsteps getting fainter, she becomes more focused. she can feel every nerve in her body electrified.
The voice in her mind echos in the deafening silence and just one word emerges:
