a darkened bar, a stormy night, an alleyway, an inebriated woman… and her stalker…
** warning contains dark themes some readers may find objectionable: dubious consent, nonconsent, rape fantasy – please do not read if you find this type of material to be offensive **
it’s late, i admit it.. i’m a bit intoxicated; i’ve been at the bar for a few hours, attempting to drown the misery of another irritating day of ass kissing at work in a few pints of mind erasing bliss. it’s been storming off and on, the power cut out and the last hour of bar was a candle lit one, before they kicked us all out. the streets are dark and damp as i make my slightly stumbling way towards home.
i pass by the mouth of an alley, not paying much attention at all, when a hand reaches out, grabbing my mouth from behind, another hand around my middle. i am pulled off balance and into the wiry body behind me, then dragged more deeply into the darkened alley, spun and pressed up against damp bricks. i feel something quite large and quite hard pressed against my ass.
i start to struggle, but my hands are rounded up and held between one of my attackers and forced above my head.. ground into the rough brick. ‘behave, or i’ll be forced to use my knife,’ what would normally be a sexy ozzie accent growls in my ear on a rush of heated breath, sending chills up my spine, that only increase as i see, out of the corner of my eye, the sleeve of my shirt being parted like butter, for emphasis, by a viciously sharp blade.
the hand with the knife snakes down and i feel cool air on the backs of my thighs as he uses the point of the knife to lift the hem of my skirt, slowly exposing me. ‘lovely knickers,’ my attackers growls and i feel his tongue slide along my jugular, then his hips grind into my ass. ‘spread those pretty stems for me love.. be a good girl.’ he says, not waiting for me to do so, but sliding a leg between mine to push my feet apart with his.
my whole body is trembling with fear now.. the unthinkable is happening.
‘keep those hands right there, don’t move a fucking muscle,’ he tells me, as he releases my hands and slides his hand down my arm, along my collar and shoulder, then my shoulder blade.. almost in a caress, before slipping it underneath my underarm and firmly grasping my full breast. ‘mmmmm, now that is fucking lovely,’ he growls into my ear as his pinches my nipple, grinding his jeans covered cock into my ass once more, with even more force.
‘these tits and this ass have been driving me crazy all night you fucking tease.. sitting there at the corner of the bar, all alone and oblivious to the havoc you’ve been causing in my pants. no worries love, you’ll pay for that now,’ he promised, sliding his hand from my breast down my side, cupping and squeezing my ass cheek, with a groan, before sliding his hand between my legs and stroking my cunt through my panties. a scared sob escaped me as his fingers played, and his knife hand came up to trace the blade very lightly over the skin of my neck, gently grazing my collar bone, leaving a tiny scratch that i could feel infinitesimally small beads of blood beginning to well in..
i knew who he was now… the handsome loner, sitting by himself in the darkened corner booth… the one who’d been staring at me… giving me panty wetting looks of animslistic, primal fucktensity… making me uncomfortable with his bold, dark glances all night long – or at least until the alcohol level in my system reached a point where i no longer cared…
this is who was behind me now, slowing unzipping his pants and bringing out his big, rock hard cock, tracing the wet tip along the edges of my underwear, and with a knife to my bleeding throat.
‘are you ready to get fucked now?’ he asked me, and i started to panic, sliding my hands down to pushed against the wall and trying to duck and turn my body towards escape, using the gap between the wall and myself that i’d created by pushing him back.
i was quickly slammed roughly back into the wall, knocking the wind out of me and putting me in a bit of a daze. ‘did you forget about this?’ he asked, making a quick, stinging slice under my jaw, which immediately began to drip bright red blood. i froze then, knowing my fate was sealed.. if i didn’t want to be hurt… or much worse… i would let him do whatever he wanted to me.
my shaking hands went up against the wall again, without his needing to ask, as another coughing sob escaped me.
‘good girl,’ he said kissing my neck soothingly while slowly sliding his hand down the front of my skirt, bringing the hem back up, then slipping his fingers into my underware, dipping them into the seam of my sex – where he found it still wet from earlier that night, when the heated looks he’d been throwing my way had caused my fantasies to rage uncontrollably.
he chuckled into my ear, ‘very, very good girl,’ he said with a smile in that sexy ozzie accent, as he brought a fingertip up to circle my clit, making me gasp and causing fresh moisture to flood my sex.
i let out a shameful moan.
‘i think you want it,’ he said grinding his impossibly hard cock into my ass once more. he lifted his fingers from my sex, then gripped my underwear roughly and ripped it away in one powerful jerk, forcing my hips back into him. he uttered a rough groan into my ear then and swept my skirt out of the way, gripping his big cock and shoving it inside of me in one swift, forceful thrust, impaling my body.
i let out a startled gasp, shocked by the intrusion.. and by how good it felt to be so fully taken, to be so stretched, so utterly filled up by his cock.
his hands came up to grip my breasts, pinching my painfully hard nipples, and i moaned as he groaned into my ear, resting his forehead on me and began to pump his sex in and out of me slowly.
‘even better than i imagined… such a wet little kitty, so fucking filthy. you can’t help wanting my cock..’ he whispered in my ear as my dripping sex clamped down on him and i began to moan with lust.
it was so shameful, but i couldn’t help that it was true, and i needed to cum all over his cock so badly… i could feel it building quickly.
all of that need that had been building up all night as his eyes boldly roamed every square inch of my body and caused my lust to escalate to the point where i worried he could smell it, and see my hardened nipples so clearly through my shirt. all of that adrenaline and fear coursing through my system, oddly causing my cunt to throb and ache with need. the sounds he made in my ear. the feel of him filling me to capacity and beyond, his filthy truths whispered in my ear.
he was right. i wanted it, wanted him, despite – or maybe because of – how he was manhandling me and forcibly dominating me.
‘tell me how much you want my cock, or i won’t let you cum on it,’ he said, beginning to fuck me harder, pinching my nipples to that delicious point of pleasure-pain that drove my need to a fever pitch.
‘yes,’ i admitted in a broken moan, ‘please let me cum,’ i begged. ‘i need you to let me cum,’ i continued pleadingly.
he pounded into me over and over again, rough and raw… deliciously hard.
‘please,’ i continued begging for him. ‘fuck me hard!’ i shouted, ‘make me cum!’ the anguished pleas shot from my mouth.
one hand left off of my tit to slap my ass roughly before he began to pound in and out with such delicious force that my pussy began, immediately, to convulse around him in the most intense orgasm i’d ever felt, flooding his cock with my dirty release.
my legs began to give and he forced me even harder into the wall, pinning me there as his hips bucked into me three more powerful times, before he let out an animalistic howl, thrusting incredibly hard into my cervix and releasing his hot spunk deep inside of me, just as another impossibly intense wave of orgasm crashed over my defeated and elated body.
© 2015 Kat Crimson
