T05 Dark Alley {Titmouse} (MF,rape)
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WARNING NOTICE:
The following story is erotic fiction and includes
descriptions of explicit sex. If you are a minor or
if such things may offend you, quit reading now.
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Dark Alley
by Titmouse
(C)1997, All Rights Reserved
"Where you think you're going, babe?" The voice
came out of the shadows. Amy stopped, looked toward the
voice, and backed up against the wall of the passageway.
She knew she shouldn't have cut through this alley, but
it was the quickest way to her car from work.
A man stepped out of the shadows, wearing a ski
mask. He held a knife in his hand, pointed downward but
ready. "I think you and me has some business," he said.
"Please," Amy said. "Don't"
"Too bad about that, babe" he said. "Your number
just came up."
Amy's head whipped back and forth as she looked for
help or escape. There was none. With a cry, she
launched herself back up the alley. The man's hand
flashed toward her, twisting to turn the knife blade
away. Hammer-like, his hand crashed into her temple.
She dropped limply to the ground.
When she awoke, Amy was immediately aware that she
was tied down and gagged. She was on a sofa in what
seemed to be a warehouse. A cheap cotton rope, soft but
tough, bound her wrists and pulled her arms above her
head. Her ankles were tied, too. One leg was lifted
onto and over the back of the sofa; the other off the
seat and onto the floor. There was some, not much,
slack in the rope that bound her feet. She was still
clothed. Tape covered her mouth, wrapped around her
aching head.
"Welcome back," a voice said from behind her. She
looked up as best she could. He was sitting near but
behind her head, a magazine in his lap, still wearing
the ski mask. "Ready for some fun, babe?"
Amy tried to talk, to plead with him, but the gag
made it impossible to do more than make meaningless
sounds. She quit after a few attempts, watching as the
man stood and walked toward the end of the sofa where
she could see him better. He knelt down beside her.
"Now, you got just two choices about this," he
said. "You can relax and get behind it, or you can
fight it." He reached out a hand and brushed the hair
out of her eyes. "But it won't make no difference which
way you go. The same thing gonna happen either way."
He let the hand rest on her shoulder. "You know
what's gonna happen, don'cha?"
Amy tried to scream but it came out muted, forced
through her nose instead of her mouth. She threw her
head back and forth, twisted on the sofa, kicked her
feet. The man pulled his hand back and slapped her
hard. The blow snapped her head to the side. Tears
leaped to her eyes as the pain registered. She cried
out again, and again felt her cry muffled by the gag.
"That's stupid," he said, "trying to yell like
that. Don't do it again unless you wanna get hit.
Can't nobody hear you anyhow."
He brushed away a tear from the cheek he had
slapped. His hand was rough against the stinging skin
of her face. He raised the hand and stroked her hair
gently.
"You be good and I'll be easy on you," the man
said. "I don't wanna hurt you, just get me some pussy.
You let me do you, you be good, and I'll treat you
nice. You fight me, you piss me off, you make it hard
for me, I'll make it harder for you. You understand
me?"
Amy turned her head to the side and didn't answer.
She closed her eyes so that she wouldn't have to look
at him. He grabbed her jaw and twisted her face toward
him. Her eyes popped open.
"You understand me?" he said. "I'm not kidding.
If you don't go along I'll have to hurt you to get what
I want. You understand?" His strong hand squeezed her
face hard.
Tears started again. Amy nodded once against the
pressure of his hand, and the man relaxed his grip.
"That's better," he said. "You'll like it better
if you go along. You can do it hard or you can do it
easy. Don't matter much to me. I can get off either
way. I done this before, babe."
He put a hand on her breast and kneaded it. Amy
jerked and tried to push herself back into the sofa.
She twisted on the sofa, trying to move herself away
from his hand. The man grabbed a nipple between thumb
and finger and pinched hard, twisting it. The pain
brought a gasp and fresh tears.
"There you go again," he said, "just like you
didn't hear a word I said." He pinched again, even
harder, making her cry out sharply. Then, having
emphasized his point, he began to stroke her breast
again. "See there," he said, "you give me the chance,
I'll be nice. You wanna fight me, I like it that way,
too. So just keep it up and see what it gets you."
The man was on his knees beside the sofa. He
raised his other hand and began to massage the other
breast, too. He cupped his hands below them and pushed
up; he curled his fingers around them and kneaded them;
he stroked his fingers down along the tops; he brushed
the nipples with the backs of his fingers.
"I like tits like yours, babe, firm but soft. You
don't need to wear that bra, do ya? I bet your tits
stand up all by themselves." He tried to slide a hand
into Amy's blouse, but the angle was awkward. Instead,
he pushed his fingers down inside the cup of her bra,
rubbing the backs of them against her breast. Then he
slid them out again, put two fingers into her blouse at
the first fastened button between Amy's breasts. With a
sudden downward jerk, he ripped the blouse opened.
Buttons flew and one skittered across the floor. Three
buttons had popped loose. He grabbed the sides of her
blouse with both hands and ripped the remaining two
apart.
"Ooh, that's a pretty bra," the man said, admiring
the red lace that cupped her breasts. "I guess if you
gotta wear one, that's the way to go. Shame I gotta cut
it to get it off."
He reached above her head and when his hand came
back into view it had the knife in it, the long slim
blade reflecting the soft light. The back of his hand
rested on her stomach as he turned the knife on its side
and slipped the tip under the narrow band between the
two cups. Amy shrank from it, hollowing her chest, as
the blade slid upward, the back of it against her skin,
sharp but not cutting. The man flicked upward with the
tip and the blade cut through the stiff material easily.
The weight of Amy's breasts pulled the two sides apart.
He put the knife back out of sight without moving his
eyes from her.
"Yeah," said the man appreciatively, lifting the
cut sides of her bra away and folding them back, "those
are nice tits, alright." Gently, he touched one nipple
with a soft palm, stroking it with a rolling motion.
Amy was horrified to feel it stiffen in response.
"Umm, look at that," the man said. "Guess what we
got here? Is that nipple getting hard on you, babe? Am
I getting to you?"
He bent down and touched her nipple with the tip of
his tongue. He licked it with his tongue, running the
rough surface along the top of it. Then he slipped his
lips over the nipple and sucked on it gently. The
nipple got even harder.
"Oooee," he said. "I like that, babe. You got
gorgeous tits, don'cha?" He sucked harder, pulling more
of her breast into his mouth. Then he pulled back and
nibbled on it. It was the same nipple he had pinched
earlier. It was sore and raw but felt soothed by his
mouth and stimulated by his nipping teeth. Amy
whimpered as she felt herself respond to him. To her
horror, she felt a dampness beginning between her legs.
"Time to get down to business, babe" the man said.
"I'm gonna take this gag offa you. You ready to be
smart?" He looked at her, waiting for an answer. Amy
nodded, realizing she really had no choice but to go
along. She hated it, feared it almost to panic, but, in
the back of her mind, another part of her was strangely
stimulated.
He scratched at the tape along her cheek and worked
the end free. "I'm gonna do this quick so it don't hurt
much," he said, "but don't you yell. Understand?" Amy
nodded again.
With a quick jerk, the man ripped the tape across
her face, pulling it free. He grabbed the other side,
which was still stuck to her cheek, and pulled it loose
as well. It stung, but Amy kept quiet. The tape still
went behind her head, stuck to her hair. He didn't
bother with it.
"Look at those sweet lips," he said, "sorta pouty-
like. I like that." He reached above her and brought
his hand back into view with the knife again, waggling
it to be sure she saw it. "Now be real smart."
He rested the knife gently against her throat, then
leaned down and kissed her. His lips were soft, his
face prickly with stubble, his breath smelled of
cigarettes. The man licked her lips, nibbled at the
bottom one, and pushed his tongue into her mouth. Amy
neither resisted nor participated. He pulled his head
back.
"Kiss me back, dammit!" He wiggled the knife blade
against her throat. Then he leaned down and kissed her
again. This time, reluctantly, she kissed him back. He
pressed his tongue into her mouth and she accepted it,
licked it, played with it.
"That's better," the man said. "That's a lot
better." He stood up. "Now, you and me are gonna play
some games, you know. It's like I said before, you can
either do it easy or hard. But it's time to start."
The knife dangled in one hand. He raised the other
hand to his waist and began to undo his belt.
"No," Amy whimpered.
"Yes," the man said. "Don't give me no shit, now.
Just take it easy."
He unfastened the top of his pants and slid the
zipper down. Putting the knife down again, he placed
both hands at his hips and slid pants and underwear down
to his knees. His penis dangled, half hard. Amy turned
her face into the back of the sofa and closed her eyes.
The man sat on the sofa beside her. He pushed his
pants down over his legs and all the way off, stripping
off his socks at the same time.
"Now, sugar, what I want is some of that mouth
action. You hear me? I want you to suck me with that
fine mouth of yours." He climbed onto the sofa, one
knee on either side of Amy's waist. She flicked her
eyes open, glimpsed his expanding penis, and shut them
again, burying her face in the sofa back.
"Now that's not gonna do you any good," the man
said, scooting forward toward her face. "You're gonna
suck my dick, and you're gonna do it good, not some
half-assed job."
He was close enough now. Amy could feel the heat
of him on her face and the weight of him straddling her
chest. He leaned forward and his penis brushed her
cheek. She heard him pick up the knife again.
"Now, no shit, babe, I'm tired of arguing with you.
I want you to open your mouth for me. Else I'm gonna
cut you. Now!"
Amy's eyes popped open. His penis hovered just
above her face. The man waved the knife slowly, then
placed his hands on either side of her head on the arm
of the sofa and shifted his weight forward. He guided
his penis toward her face and brushed it against her
lips.
"Open up, babe. Time to go to work."
Amy let her mouth relax, and her lips opened
slightly. He placed the tip of his stiffening penis
between them and pressed forward. It slid between her
lips and into her mouth. Carefully, she gripped him
with her lips, protecting him from her teeth. The odor
of him filled her nostrils, musty and thick. His taste
was slightly sour, slightly salty.
"That's right, babe. You doing good. Don't make
no mistakes, now. Just suck on my dick. You know you
like it." He pushed deeper into her mouth until the
head of his penis touched the back of her throat. Amy
gagged, and he pulled back.
"Oh, yes," the man said, "that sure feels good,
babe. Suck my cock like a good girl. Eat my dick."
He began to rock back and forth, in and out of her
mouth. She wrapped her lips around him, sucking on the
end of it.
"Use your tongue, girl," he told her. "Rub the
bottom of my cock with your tongue. Hold me tight while
I fuck your mouth with my big dick. That's it, sugar,
suck me."
His penis was rock hard, now. He slid it in and
out of her sucking mouth. He pulled it all the way out.
Amy's mouth made a kissing sound as it popped out. He
pushed his wet penis around her face, over her cheeks.
Amy reached for it with her lips, trying to capture it
again. He toyed with her, touching her lips but pulling
back when she tried to push her mouth around him. Then
he let her catch him but lifted higher so that she could
just touch the tip with her lips. Slowly, he pressed
forward until the head was in her mouth.
"Suck it now, babe. Suck on that dick. You know
you like it. Blow me, sugar. Eat my cock."
Amy sucked on the end of his penis, grasping the
head between her lips tightly and making a vacuum. She
waggled her tongue back and forth under the soft head
where she knew it was most sensitive.
The man groaned. He pushed forward, sinking
himself deep into her mouth again, pulling back, pushing
in again. He began to fuck her mouth hard, shoving in
deep and then pulling back out before it had time to
choke her. He whipped his penis in and out of her
mouth. Amy was breathing hard, catching her breath in
gasps between his pushes and pulls. There was no use
resisting, she thought. Maybe he'll cum in my mouth.
That'll be awful, but better than...
The man was clearly ready to cum. He was gasping,
too, as he pushed in and out of her mouth. Amy sucked
harder to try to make him cum. She shook her head back
and forth as he fed his penis into her mouth, moaning
deep in her throat. The moans, she knew, not only were
sexy in themselves but also added vibration to her
sucking, grasping work on his penetrating penis.
Suddenly, he pulled back, jerking out of her mouth.
He sat back on her chest, face to the ceiling, eyes
closed. His ragged breathing slowed and steadied.
"Oh, my, that was close," he said. "I almost came
right in your mouth, babe. I just about filled you up
with cum. But I've got other plans for you. It's too
soon."
The man twisted around, swinging his leg across her
so that he could sit on the sofa beside her. He leaned
back across her and continued to catch his breath. His
penis relaxed a little.
"That was real nice, babe," he said. "That was
real smart of you. You just do what I tell you and
nothing bad's gonna happen to you. If you give me what
I want, I won't hurt you."
Amy was still afraid, but she wanted to believe
him. Maybe she would get out of this after all. The
thought of rape was awful. She hated that he had forced
himself into her mouth. But it was by no means the
first penis she had sucked. It hadn't been that bad.
In fact, if it hadn't been for the circumstance, it
might have been pretty good. (What was she thinking!)
And now he was going to rape her, she thought. He
was going to force his prick into her pussy. A strange
man was going to fuck her and shoot his cum inside her.
And there was nothing she could do about it. It
frightened her, repelled her. But in a strange way it
also excited her. She had grown increasing wet between
her legs while he made her suck his cock. She knew he
would feel it if he touched her there.
The man sat up and turned toward her.
"Well, let's just see what we got here," he said.
He looked at her torso, bare to the waist except for the
pieces of blouse and bra that draped her shoulders. He
reached down to her stomach and began to unfasten the
buttons of her jeans.
Amy held very still as the man unbuttoned her
pants. There seemed no point in objecting. She was
tied up and couldn't get free; he had the knife to
control her. She shuddered as his hands worked down
toward her crotch, pressing against her pussy from
outside her pants. He unfastened the last button.
"Yes, let's see what you got in here," he said. "I
suspect it's a juicy pussy."
For a moment, Amy thought he must know she was
already hot. He slid a hand down her belly, under her
panties, and onto her mound. Wiggling his fingers
through the hair, he cupped his fingers around her
pussy. He slid a finger between the lips. Now he knew
for sure.
"Oh-oh!" he said. "Somebody's getting hot."
Hating herself, Amy writhed at the touch of his
finger. She pulled her hips back to try to evade its
penetrating touch. The man slipped his finger back and
forth along her slit. With his fingertip, he pressed at
the back of her vagina. His finger eased into her
slightly. But her tight jeans left little room to move.
He pulled his hand out of Amy's pants. He grabbed
the top of them at each of her hips and pulled down.
When Amy hesitated, he said "Lift your ass up, babe.
These pants gotta come off." She raised her fanny off
the sofa, giving him room to pull them down off her
hips.
There was no way to get the pants off with both
feet tied. The man looked at her feet, then at the
knife. "Okay," he said, "I'm going to untie one of your
feet. Now don't do anything stupid."
Her ankles were held with a simple loop. He
reached down to her outside leg and loosened the loop,
then slipped it over her ankle. Amy let him move her
leg without protesting.
Once her leg was free, he worked her pants down and
off it. He pulled them down around the other leg. Amy
tried to put her knees together, but he roughly pushed
them apart. He stared between her legs.
"What a sweet pussy, babe." The man put his hand
back on her mound. "I'm gonna pet it for you."
He slipped his middle finger between the lips
again. This time he pushed it deeper. He moved it in
and out to coat it with her slick juice and then pushed
in all the way into her.
Amy sucked in her breath as his finger slid into
her. He pressed deeper, pushing his hand up against the
lips of her cunt. He wriggled his finger inside her,
then slid it almost all the way out. He moved up to the
front of her cunt and stroked her clit.
"Mmmmm," Amy moaned, despite herself. She tried to
keep her hips still, but the finger inside her was
stirring up her desire. "Please don't. Please don't."
"Aw, you like it and you know it," the man said.
"No use pretending with me. I got my finger right up in
your juicy cunt. Now, how you gonna pretend you don't
like it?" He wiggled his finger inside her for
emphasis. Then he pulled his finger out and brought it
up to her face. "Sniff that," he said. "That's your
pussy juice on my finger, ain't it?"
Amy turned her head away from the finger, but she
could smell herself on it. He rubbed the finger on her
upper lip, right under her nose. Then he pushed the
finger into her mouth.
"Suck on it, babe," he said. "See what you taste
like. Go ahead. Suck your juice off my finger."
Amy wrapped her lips tightly around his finger and
sucked hard on it. She pulled it all the way into her
mouth. It was much smaller than his prick but still
satisfying somehow to suck on.
"That's it, babe. Just keep sucking on it," the
man said. "I'll get me some more this way." Grabbing
her free leg, he raised it high, exposing her widespread
slot. With his finger still in her mouth, he bent down
and pushed his tongue deep into her pussy. Stiffening
his tongue, he licked upward through her slot and
flicked her clit.
Amy moaned and bucked her hips up to his probing
tongue. He pushed it deep inside her again, then
returned to her clit, rubbing and twirling and teasing
and flicking it from side to side with his tongue. She
gasped and tried to pull her hands down to grab his head
and push it into her harder, but the ropes bound her and
kept her arms stretched above her head.
The man hummed into her cunt, putting his tongue
onto her clit and shaking his head from side to side.
He lapped at her pussy from bottom to top. He seized
one lip gently in his teeth and pulled on it. He pushed
his tongue deep inside her, forcing his nose up against
her clit, and waggled his head.
Amy was whimpering from her growing need. His deep
probing tongue and the way he licked at her sensitive
clit was transporting her into a different, hazy world
where only sex existed. It did not matter that she was
being raped, not now. The smell of her own juice was in
her nose, and she knew her body was taking over. There
was a tongue in her pussy and it was driving her wild.
She wanted more. She wanted to cum. She wanted him to
fuck her. A part of her resisted still, hating what was
being forced on her. But most of her wanted it now.
The man pulled his finger out of her mouth and
pushed it back into her cunt. He concentrated his
tongue on the top of her pussy around her clit while he
finger-fucked her. He pushed his middle finger in and
out of her. Amy gave up resisting. She humped against
his mouth and finger, pushing up when he dug deep inside
her and then pulling back to do it again. She was
making soft little cries of passion.
"You like that, don'cha?" he said. "You like
having a finger in your pussy, don'cha? You like having
somebody lick your cunt, don'cha?" He whipped his
finger around inside her for emphasis.
"Nooo!," Amy cried, but even she didn't believe it.
She did like the probing finger in her pussy and the
teasing tongue on her clit. It was terrible, but it
felt wonderful. She wanted more. She wanted him to do
it to her. She wanted him to fuck her.
"Let's see how you like this, then," the man said.
He pulled his finger out of her and climbed up onto the
sofa between her legs. Grabbing her free leg with one
hand, he raised it high and wide. With his other hand,
he aimed his cock at her hole.
"You want it, you little slut," he said. "You
know you do. You want me to shove it in you, don'cha?"
Amy tried to say no, but all she could do was whip her
head back and forth. He ignored her, moving his prick
forward until it touched her wet pussy.
"Noooo!," Amy said, but she didn't try to close her
legs or dodge away from him. She felt the tip of his
cock pressing between the lips of her pussy. She felt
it begin to push inside her, forcing her cunt open,
lodging the head of his cock in the wet, slippery warmth
of her cunt. Even then, she didn't pull away. She held
still at first, meeting his downward pressure, and let
him slowly sink his meat deeper and deeper into her
grasping, hungry pussy. She pushed back as he slid into
her depths, forcing herself up around his cock and
spreading her legs as wide as possible so that he could
get as far inside her as possible. She hunched forward
against him, feeling the lips of her pussy contact the
hair around his prick, feeling them spread wide as he
burrowed it inside her.
Then he began to fuck her. He pulled back and then
pushed his cock back inside. He humped back and
forward, whipping it to her, slipping in and out of her
tightly grasping pussy. She fucked him back, forgetting
herself. She was an animal now, wanting only the cock
in her cunt, wanting it to fuck her hard, wanting it to
rub against her clit and make her cum, wanting it to
spurt its juices deep into her welcoming pussy.
"That's it, babe. Fuck me back!" he said. "Give
me that sweet pussy, babe. Hump it. That's it. Give
it to me." He socked his prick deep into her again and
again. Her pussy gushed with her love fluids, now. She
fucked him as hard as he fucked her. Her breathing was
ragged, gasping. She could feel herself starting to
build toward cumming.
The man stopped moving. He held himself still
inside her, pressing deep into her pussy. Then, slowly
and reluctantly, he drew his prick out of her.
"Now, let's do something different," he said. "I
think I'll fuck your ass." He reached down between
them, grasping his cock, and aimed it lower.
"Oh, no!" Amy cried. "I've never done that. It's
filthy. You can't put it in there!"
"Can't I?" the man said. "Just watch me." He
pressed forward. Amy felt his prick push at her
asshole. She jerked to the side, making him miss. He
tried again and she moved again, refusing to give him a
target.
"God dammit, hold still!" he snapped. "I'm gonna
fuck your ass, so you might as well get used to it." He
pushed forward again, nuzzling his prick between her
asscheeks. Amy thrashed under him.
"No!" she cried, "Not there!" She tried to push
him away with her legs.
The man shifted onto one hand and cracked her
across the face with the other. She cried out. He
backhanded her across the other cheek. Amy burst into
tears.
"Oh, please," she cried. "Please don't do this to
me. Please! I've never done it before."
"Then it's time you did," the man said. "A little
butt-fucking is good for you. And I want your ass, and
I'm gonna get it. So hold still, bitch!"
Roughly, he grabbed her leg and raised it high.
With his other hand, he grabbed his cock and positioned
it on the tight, puckered hole of her anus. He pushed
forward, forcing his prick into her butt.
"AHHH!" Amy screamed. "PLEASE! IT HURTS!"
"Just this first time," the man said, "just like
the first time you got fucked in the pussy. You'll get
used to it." He pushed again and watched the head of
his cock force its way a little into her asshole. Amy
jerked her arms, but they were tied tight. She tried to
shift her butt away from his invading prick, but it was
already started into her back channel. He kept his
weight forward, pushing it gradually into her.
"Oh, god, please stop!" Amy cried. "You're tearing
me apart! It's too biiiigg!"
"It you that's making it hurt," the man told her.
"Relax. It'll go in. It'll get better. You'll see.
Push out, don't fight me. Relax, babe. You can take
it!"
Now that the head of his prick was securely lodged
in her butthole, the man paused to let her get used to
it. Amy was panting, her eyes squeezed tight, trying to
pull her ass away from him, but there was nowhere to go.
The head of his cock felt enormous. She'd never had
anything in her asshole before. It wasn't possible.
But it didn't hurt quite as much as it did at first.
She took a deep breath and tried to relax.
"There you go, babe," he soothed her. "Just take
it easy. It hurts at first, especially the first time,
but you can do it! I'll go slow."
Gradually, he increased the pressure. Amy's eyes
popped open, her jaw dropped, too, but she didn't try to
get away from him. "Oh, god," she said, "it's so big!"
"Damn right," the man said. "And you're small and
tight. But I'm still gonna fuck you in the ass, and
you're gonna take it, and you're gonna like it." He
pushed again, sinking another half inch into her
asshole. Amy whimpered, then held her breath, and then
gradually let it out as her asshole slowly accommodated
the invading cock.
He was about halfway into her ass. Letting off on
the pressure, the man eased back slightly. Amy panted,
relieved that the pressure had stopped. As her
breathing eased, he began to push his way inside her
again. He went slowly and gradually, watching her face.
He could tell that her ass was getting used to him. It
wasn't hurting as much. Slowly but surely he was
sinking his entire cock deep into her asshole.
"Oh...oh...oh!" Amy whimpered, as the prick was
forced deeper and deeper into her butt. She couldn't
believe the way it felt. At first, the pain had been
incredible. It hadn't seemed possible that he could
actually get his prick in there. The tight ring of her
asshole stretched gradually, painfully. She had felt
the head of his cock push into her butt, felt the tight
ring snap around it as after the larger head entered
her. She tried to relax. She felt him push forward,
felt it slide into her, felt the head of his cock as it
forced its way deeper and deeper into her butt tube.
Behind the cockhead came the shaft of his rigid manhood.
Just when it was almost too much, the man stopped
pushing and backed off. That was much better. She
could still feel the enormous pole of his cock buried in
her asshole, but it didn't hurt as much. It was wrong,
and filthy, and exciting. Nobody had ever fucked her
ass before. It was incredibly sexy, in a way. Nothing
had ever felt like this since the first time she had
made love. His prick was pushing into her where no one
had ever been before.
He was pushing forward again, now. It wasn't so
bad. It still hurt, but not so much. The tight muscle
of her asshole was gradually relaxing, yielding to the
inward pressing of his stiff manhood. It was a
different feel from having a prick in her pussy. This
was tighter. It was not as slippery as her cunt, a
gummier feel to it. She could feel how her butthole
wrapped all around his invading cock, squeezing him all
along his length. She could feel it pressing deeper and
deeper into her, deeper than she would have thought
possible. Was there still more cock?
Amy felt the last inch of the man's cock push its
way down into the depths of her bowels. She felt the
hair around his prick tickle the cheeks of her ass, felt
him press forward even more, spreading her cheeks wide
and burying his cock deep in her butt. Keeping it
there, he stopped again to let her get used to it.
It was an incredible feeling, like nothing Amy had
ever felt before. The huge prick deep in her butt felt
like she was full of shit there, like she had to go,
RIGHT NOW! She was so full and had to strain to hold it
in. Then the man began to pull back and it was like
releasing her bowels, a wonderful, comforting feeling.
And then, with his cock pulled back until just the head
was still inside her, he pushed forward again, driving
his cock into her asshole, all the way in, deeper than
before, down into the depths of her.
It was so incredibly sexy that Amy couldn't believe
it. She couldn't believe it was even possible to take a
man's prick in her ass. Now, she had the rapist's cock
shoved as deep as it could go into her butt and it was
not only possible but sensuous, sexy, thrilling. It
stirred her in a way nothing ever had.
"Not so bad now, huh?" the man asked. "You're
getting used to it now." He pulled back, sliding out of
her ass
He increased the tempo of his thrusts. Pushing up
on Amy's leg, he raised her butt off the sofa, exposing
it to his invading prick.
"So, you like it, don'cha?" the man said. "You got
a big prick up your ass, and you like it despite
yourself. You like having a cock in your butt,
don'cha?"
"Yes," Amy said, "it feels sooo sexy. It's
incredible. I never thought... I mean, how could I
ever... it's just so sexy in there."
"In where?"
"In...in my butt," Amy said.
"In your ass?" he demanded.
"Yes," Amy said, "in my...in my ass."
"What's in your ass, babe?"
"Your prick," she gasped.
"You like having my cock in your ass?" he demanded,
slamming it into her.
"Yes," she admitted. "I like it in there. Oh,
fuck me! Fuck your cock into my ass. Give it to me
hard!"
The man plowed his prick into her butt. He could
see it sliding into her tunnel, just below her cunt.
Her wet pussy touched his stomach each time he forced
his prick into her butt. The round hole of her ass tube
enveloped him, squeezed him, pulled at him. He pushed
his cock all the way into her butt and shook it inside
her. He rolled his hips, making his prick stir her
insides. When he pulled back, the tight ring of her
asshole stretched outward as if reluctant to let him go.
It was slippery now, looser than at first. But as
he pushed in, Amy gripped at him with her ass muscles,
squeezing his cock with her butt, milking his prick,
sucking at it. He could feel the cum rising in him.
"Oh, babe, I'm gonna blow," he said. "I'm gonna
shoot my cum up your ass like a cannon!"
"Yes, baby," Amy told him. "Give it to me. Give
me your cum. I want it. Now. Fuck my ass, baby. Cum
in my ass, baby. Jam it to me. Fuck me!"
Amy twisted her ass as he shoved in and out of her
butt. She felt her own cum rising. She knew it would
be good. She knew she was going to cum hard.
"Oh, god, I can't believe this," she cried. "I
can't believe how good it feels to have a cock in my
ass. Oh, fuck me, baby. Shove your prick in my
asshole. Ram it in there. Buttfuck me. Get my ass!"
She felt his stiff cock pounding into her butt,
slamming home each time the rapist shoved forward. Each
time he pulled back, it was like a great loss, like she
never wanted his prick to leave the depths of her
asshole. And then he would shove it forward again, an
incredible feeling, pushing forward and burying it deep
into her butt. His stomach pressed her pussy, brushed
her clit, and suddenly she was cumming.
"Oh!... Oh!...Oh!" she cried, and then it slammed
into her, driving her outside her mind, and there was
nothing in the world but the feeling of cumming, the
feeling of his cock forcing its way in and dragging its
way out of her asshole, the feeling of being penetrated
to her core, the feeling of being completely dominated
by the prick shoving into her butt and the man who
hunched over her, feeding his cock in and out of her ass
tube.
The man came too. His prick exploded inside her
butt, spurting gobs of cum in her ass. He felt her tube
clutch at him spasmodically, rhythmically, milking his
cock like a warm, clutching machine. He shoved his
prick deep into her one last time and emptied his balls
into her asshole.
He let her go, unharmed, as promised. He dropped
her off, tied and blindfolded, in another alley not far
from where he had taken her. When Amy was sure he was
gone, she struggled to her feet and followed the sounds
of traffic to the street. Two women found her there,
emerging from the alley, blouse torn and hanging from
her shoulders, her breasts half revealed. They took her
to a hospital.
She was traumatized by the incident for several
years and was always afraid of the dark and of alleys
even in daylight. She did not date for more than a year
afterward, and, when she did, she was slow to permit
sex. The worst of it was her dreams. Amy kept
returning to the scene and reliving the rape. She would
wake, scared and trembling. And wet.
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End of 'Dark Alley' by Titmouse.
Story 05
Author's Note:
Although rapes occur in several of my stories, I want to be very
clear that rape in reality is a terrible thing, and no one should
ever contemplate it except as a fantasy. Rape is mean, demeaning
and damaging. I know a woman who was raped and she never got over
it. Among other things, years later, it ruined our relationship,
even though I had nothing to do with it and did my best to help
her get over it. It was not her fault, she did not invite it in
any way, and it killed a part of her. It's one of the saddest
things I know of. She was a lovely person.
Most women, I assume, do not find rape stories a turn-on; most men,
I think, do if they are not too extreme. I write other stories in
which I try to turn-on both sexes.
Coercion, especially pretend coercion, is another matter. Many
women, even very independent and thoroughly modern ones, respond to
pretend coercion. As a game, with someone they trust, it's one of
the more erotic things a couple can do. Women who would slap your
face if you tried to order them around can get very turned on by
being tied up or held down. Don't ask me why; it's probably in
the genes. My effort, as a lover, has been to find the turn-ons
and use them to make lovemaking sexier.
But there is no excuse for ever making someone do something they
really don't want to do.
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