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Warmed by the alcohol in my system, I made my way through the dark streets, stumbling slightly every now and then. Sober me would have been terrified, but drunk me relished in the looks of the men passing by, shooting them quick gazes and flirtatiously playing with the hem of my skirt. However, my confidence quickly dwindled whenever a man stopped to speak with me, since I wasn’t actually intending on doing anything, but usually they left rather quickly when I purposefully slurred my words a bit more to deter them; it both surprised and pleased me to see how many decent men there were around, all of them so quick to leave a drunk girl be.

Eventually though, there was a guy I couldn’t shake so easily. It had been bound to happen, but I’d simply hoped it wouldn’t. He offered to walk me home and since he wouldn’t leave and seemed nice enough, I agreed. Drunk me didn’t know any better, so I even told him my address. He simply nodded.

We began walking, and I was starting to get tired. Because of the sleepiness that was starting to overwhelm me, the alcohol and the light conversation we were making, I had barely even noticed where he was taking me. Eventually he stopped. I almost bumped into him, not realising he had come to a halt.
“Why are we stopping?” I was shivering now, looking around. I didn’t recognise this area. We were standing in the middle of a dark alley, the sort of place people would tell you to avoid.

“I said I was taking you home, I never said we wouldn’t be taking a little detour.” Before I could even open my mouth to respond, I was seeing stars; he had struck me in the face with his fist. I yelled out in pain and surprise, stumbling backwards as the thumping pain spread around my face. He had hit me on my right cheekbone. The punch had disoriented me and I barely had time to react before he struck me again, this time in the jaw. This punch sent me to the ground. Blood was thumping in my ears and I could faintly hear myself scream out. I could feel him kneel above me. He grabbed my arms, holding them behind my back, and pushed me onto my stomach. When I realised what wa happening, I began to panic. I began thrashing around, screaming and kicking at him, trying to free myself from his grip. He grabbed my hair with one hand and banged my head into the concrete floor. I was bleeding now.

“If you don’t shut the fuck up, you’re gonna regret it.”

As he said this he took something out of his pocket and held it to my throat. The knife pressed into my skin, almost drawing blood. I simply whimpered, which he understood to be agreement. He now shifted his focus. I could feel him push up my skirt and expose my ass to the cool air. He slapped my ass with force, and I cried out again, which caused him to push the knife harder against my throat before instead using it to cut my panties off me. I began to sob as he pushed three fingers inside my pussy and began to trust them in and out quickly. I had all the time been tight, so even just his fingers stretched me out to an uncomfortable level, especially since I was very dry. He quickly changed that fact however, since he began skillfully rubbing my clit at the same time, forcing my body to slowly get wet until I was dripping. I tried to stop myself, but eventually I couldn’t help but moan between my sobs as I got used to the pain of him finger fucking me. I hoped he wouldn’t notice but I could hear him laughing.

“You’re such a pathetic slut, getting wet from being violated like this. You wanted this, I know you did.” He sped up, brutally fucking me with his fingers, causing me to sob more, and moan out louder. “I mean look at you. Dressed like a whore, out alone at night. Fuck, you were asking for this.” His voice was a low, mocking growl. He slapped my ass again and I yelped in pain. “Don’t worry slut, this is only the beginning.” He pulled his fingers out of my pussy, making me shiver at the sudden feeling of emptiness. Panic began to rise in me again when I heard the sound of him unzipping his pants, and I began to thrash around again. “Please, no please don’t, I’m not on anything-” My pleas were met with a strong yank on my hair. He lifted my head by my hair so he could whisper in my ear.
“That makes it even better. I’m gonna fucking rape a baby inside you.” With these words, he pushed his cock inside me in one thrust, making me scream out in pain. If I had wondered his fingers were painful, this was a different pain. It felt like I was being ripped open. His cock was thicker than anything I’d ever had inside me before, and it hit my cervix, sending shocks of pain through my body. Before I’d had a chance to get used to the feeling of his cock inside me, he began to pound into me. I tried to crawl away from the pain, but he grabbed my arms again and held them tightly, before flipping me over onto my back. I tried to use this chance to get a good look at his face, but it was too dark to see anything. I wanted to scream for help, but the pain that he was sending trough my body with every thrust had taken my breath away. I began frantically scanning the alley for anyone who could possibly help me. Through my tear filled eyes I could see someone passing by on the street at the far end of the alley. I opened my mouth to try and yell out for help, but my rapist reacted too fast and grabbed me by the throat. He choked me as hard as he could, preventing any sound from leaving my throat. My head was starting to spin, and tiny stars were dancing around my vision as I struggled for air. I was too far gone to withstand any longer, so he let go of my arms and began violently rubbing my clit. This feeling started to distract me from the overwhelming pain of his brutal fucking, and my rattling sobs once again turned into moans. I began to cry harder when I realised I couldn’t stop myself. I shook violently as I came from the brutal pounding he was giving me. I could faintly hear him laugh. I was starting to lose consciousness, but I could hear his voice; it sounded like it came from miles away. “What a slut you are, cumming on your rapists cock, I can’t wait to fill you up with my cum and breed you!”

At this point I think I lost consciousness.

When I came to, I was sat up against a wall; he was still fucking me. My pussy was aching, and my face contorted in both pain and despair as I remembered what was happening. He soon realised I was conscious again, and I could see a smile on his face.
“Finally you’re awake, I wanted you to be all here when I rape my seed deep inside you.”
His words made me cry out again as I remembered the promise he had made before. Spurred on by my cries, he sped up to an almost unbearable level. His breathing got heavier and I could tell he was gonna cum.
“Please, please don’t do this, I’m not gonna tell anyone, please just don’t-” He grabbed my throat again to shut me up. I could feel his cock throbbing inside me, and with a few deep, painful thrusts, he shot his cum deep inside my aching cunt. It seemed like hours of him pumping me full of cum until he pulled out again. I could tell my hole was gaping wide open, and I could feel his hot cum drip out onto the floor of the alleyway. I lost consciousness again.

When I woke up, I was disoriented. After blinking a few times I realised I was in my room. It was morning. For a second I wondered last night’s events had all been a bad dream, but the throbbing pain in my pussy said otherwise. I was still wearing last nights clothes; they were covered in cum and dirt and blood. I looked over at the mirror next to my bed. My face and neck were bruised. I looked over at the other side of the bed. A note was laying on the blanket.

‘Since you were kind enough to give me your address, I felt so free as to bring you home. You have a nice place. I might come visit sometime soon.’

NSFW: yes

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