The Slut Chronicles #2 ~ Down A Dark Alley
Written by Laurel
Monday, 5 October 2009 04:03
Down a Dark Alley
All she could hear as she walked down this dark street was her own panting and the click of her heels against the pavement. She was terrified and hyper-aware of her surroundings, yet she couldn’t pick up any sound from what she knew was behind her, what she knew was coming.
She hoped she would have some warning when this little game began, just a moment of knowing before she was attacked. But he was less than ten feet behind her and she didn’t even realize just how close he was, just how ready to grab her, he was.
And then he did.
Her head jerked back as his arm whipped around and clamped down against her neck, knocking her off balance. She fell back against the solid, massive wall that was his chest as she flailed and grasped and panicked.
It was all a bit too much, this little game she’d engineered herself. She knew who was behind her, sure. But she didn’t really know him at all. She’d never met him face to face. She only knew his online identity.
She’d been chatting with him for a week or so. Talking about sex and fantasies and how she often thought about what it would be like to be raped. She wasn’t cautious at all, with him. She was careless. She let him know who she was, how to find her and what her deepest, darkest fantasies were.
Because, to really get what she wanted from playing out her rape fantasy, she couldn’t ask for it. She had to let him know he could get away with it. It was a very, very dangerous game she was playing with this man she didn’t know. And she knew it. And it made it even better.
But second thoughts were screaming through her brain as she was dragged backward, into the darkness of the alleyway behind her. Thoughts of screaming and fighting and protesting filled her mind as she struggled to free herself from his iron-clad hold.
He only tightened his grasp, choking off her air supply, canceling any plans she had to scream. He moved in, lips just barely touching her ear as he growled.
“You can fight all you want. I wish you would, really, it makes my dick hard,” he chuckled cruelly.
His free hand gripped and tore at her flimsy t-shirt. He had no trouble at all ripping open the cup of her lacy bra and exposing her breast. She grabbed at his arm, tried to stop him, but he just tore open the other cup and dove in, kneading, grabbing and squeezing her breasts painfully.
She fought and squirmed and pushed back against him, trying to free herself from his grip. She felt just what effect this had on him when his thick, hard cock pressed back against her. His growl of pleasure evolved into a chuckle as she continued to struggle, in spite of obviously not having the strength to free herself.
He stopped abusing her breasts and removed his arm from her neck, quickly snatching a handful of her hair in his fist. His lips were against her ear again as his fingers began slowly sliding over her nipples, teasing them until they were rock-hard peaks.
She intended to scream, now that he’d let her breath again. But she moaned instead. Again he laughed and pushed his cock into her back while tugging roughly on her hair.
“Listen to you, moaning like a gutter whore.”
He continued to tease her nipples as he pulled her backward, deeper into the darkness of the alley. He pushed her, face first, up against the rough, damp, brick wall, abrading her cheek and her breasts as they scraped against it.
His body was pressed tightly against hers and she whimpered as his hands pull up her skirt and tugged sharply at her panties. He tugged harder, making them bunch up and dig into her puffy lips, delving between them and dragging against her clit painfully before finally giving way and ripping free.
She barely registered the sound of tearing fabric as she focused on the cock pushing at her now bare skin and the heavy grunt of satisfaction from its owner as he pressed against her harder. Reaching around as he bunched up the torn fabric in his fist and pushed it against her lips.
She turned her head, trying to avoid him as he shoved her panties between her lips, gagging her. She cried out in protest, but all that was heard was the pitiful, muffled whimpers coming from behind the bunched fabric now lodged between her lips.
Then her eyes squeezed shut, her throat opened in a yelp of agony and her body clenched as he shoved his cock between her ass cheeks with little hesitation and sank his cock viciously into her asshole.
He thrust deeply inside her ass and pinned her body to the wall with his hips as she began to fight him again. He felt her ass clench and tighten around his stiff cock as she struggled. He groaned again with amusement and pleasure, leaning in to growl in her ear.
“That’s it, fight it baby, clench that ass around my cock. Oh, yeah!”
As he said those last words, he moved a hand and pressed it into her back for leverage as he pulled his cock backward and began to thrust with enthusiasm.
She, overcome with the pain of his vicious, dry thrusting, only whimpered in time with his thrusts through the panties shoved into her mouth. Her eyes watered freely and tears slid down her face.
He slid his hand between the wall and her body, finding her pussy and slipping fingers between her lips. He began rubbing her clit roughly, in time with his violent thrusts.
His grunts filled her ears and her mind was protesting the response her body had to everything he did. She spread her legs wider, opening her ass cheeks so he could thrust deeper. She was still sobbing openly, and yet she met each thrust with almost equal force.
He was raping her ass in a dark and dirty alleyway and she was taking it all and would have begged for more if not for the damp panties between her lips.
It was what she wanted, to be taken and abused, seemingly without her consent. It’s why she was alone on the street at 2 in the morning, knowing he was following her and knowing he would do what she wanted, but had never spelled out.
She was humiliated and ashamed as these thoughts rampaged through her mind. The results of being taken like this and knowing she wanted it so badly dripped from her pussy and down her thighs, virtually unnoticed as he continued to pound into her ass, over and over again.
The thrusting, grunting, growling beast behind her paused, finally, his cock buried deep inside her. For a split second there was silence before he exploded inside her, filling her ass with his come as he resumed thrusting and howled animal satisfaction until he’d finished with her.
And then he was gone. He’d pulled his cock from her ass, leaving it gaping and empty. The sudden withdrawal knocked her off balance and she fell to her knees. Tears dripped onto the dirty pavement and she spit out her panties, sobbing as she did.
He’d left her a tear-streaked mess, broken and battered, on her knees in the dark alley.
Which was exactly what she’d hoped for as she’d been walking down the dark street, alone.
NOTE: These stories, being fantasy, will be filled with risky, sometimes dangerous and possibly triggering scenarios. (i.e. forced fantasy and who knows what else!
I am not, in any way, recommending that you go out and have sex with strangers. Also, I am not, in any way, saying it is ok to rape someone (or that I want to be raped). I wish we lived in a world where this didn’t have to be spelled out, but we don’t so I am spelling it out.
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