She never saw it coming.
One second she was walking home, the next a hand clamped over her mouth and she was dragged into the dark alley. He was big, rough, smelling of sweat and whiskey. "Don't fucking scream," he growled, shoving her against the brick wall. Her skirt rode up as he yanked it. Panties ripped away in one hard pull. She kicked, but he was stronger, pinning her wrists above her head with one hand while the other forced her thighs apart.
His cock was already out, thick and hard, pressing against her bare pussy. "Fight all you want, bitch, this cunt is mine tonight." He thrust in dry, making her cry out. The stretch burned, but he didn't stop, pounding deep and fast, each slam slamming her back into the wall. Her tits bounced free when he tore her top open, and he squeezed them hard, pinching the nipples until she whimpered.
He fucked her like he owned her, grunting filthy words. "Tight little rape hole, taking it so good. You love this forced dick, don't you?" She shook her head, tears on her cheeks, but her body betrayed her, getting wetter around his invading shaft. He noticed and laughed, speeding up, balls slapping her ass. "Yeah, your slut cunt is dripping now. Forced rape always makes them wet."
He flipped her around, bending her over a dumpster, and rammed back in from behind. One hand fisted her hair, the other slapped her ass red. Every thrust was brutal, bottoming out, claiming every inch. She moaned despite herself, the mix of pain and unwanted pleasure twisting tight in her belly. He reached around and rubbed her clit roughly, forcing an orgasm out of her that made her legs shake.
"Don't stop clenching," he ordered, pounding through her climax. "I'm gonna fill this forced pussy." He came with a roar, hot cum flooding her, overflowing down her thighs. He didn't pull out right away, grinding deep, making sure every drop stayed inside.
When he finally let go, she slumped, used and shaking. But he wasn't done. He turned her back, made her kneel, and shoved his softening cock into her mouth. "Clean it, rape slut. Taste your own forced juices." She sucked because he made her, tongue working the mess until he hardened again.
Round two was against the wall again, legs wrapped around him as he lifted her, impaling her on his cock over and over. Her arms clung to his neck now, body bouncing, taking every savage thrust. He called her every dirty name, told her she was made for this, made to be taken and used. Another orgasm ripped through her, stronger, her walls milking him until he filled her a second time.
He dropped her to the ground when he finished, cum leaking from her swollen pussy. "Tell anyone and I'll find you again," he warned, zipping up. She stayed there, legs spread, body marked and dripping, the raw ache between her thighs a reminder of how completely she'd been forced and fucked. The night air cooled her skin, but the heat inside her lingered, a dark, shameful throb she couldn't erase.
