She had been warned about the neighborhood after dark, but the shortcut through the alley seemed harmless until the shadow moved. He was tall, broad-shouldered, skin like polished ebony under the single flickering streetlight. His hand clamped over her mouth before she could scream, the other pinning her wrists above her head against the cold brick wall.
"Quiet," he growled, voice low and rough like gravel under tires. Her heart hammered as he pressed his body against hers, the hard line of his cock already straining against his jeans. She struggled, legs kicking, but he was stronger, much stronger. He yanked her skirt up, fingers tearing at her panties until the thin fabric ripped away. Cool night air hit her exposed skin, followed by the heat of his palm cupping her roughly.
He freed himself with one hand, the thick length of his black cock springing free, veined and heavy. She felt it nudge her entrance, thick head pushing insistently.
"No," she tried to say through his fingers, but it came out muffled. He thrust forward anyway, forcing her open in one brutal stroke. The stretch burned, her body resisting even as he sank deeper, inch by thick inch, until his hips met hers.
He fucked her hard against the wall, each thrust driving her up on her toes. Her pussy clenched involuntarily around the invasion, slickness building despite the fear and anger twisting in her gut. He grunted with every slam, balls slapping against her ass, the sound wet and obscene in the quiet alley. His free hand gripped her hip, fingers digging bruises into her flesh as he angled deeper, hitting spots that made her vision blur.
Sweat beaded on his chest, dripping onto her blouse as he leaned in, teeth grazing her neck. She twisted, but it only made him laugh darkly and pound harder, the force of it rattling her bones. Her clit rubbed against the rough denim of his open fly with every stroke, unwanted sparks of pleasure mixing with the violation. He came with a low roar, flooding her with hot pulses of cum that leaked down her thighs when he pulled out.
He didn't release her right away. Instead he spun her around, bending her over a rusted dumpster, and drove back into her from behind. This angle was worse, deeper, his cock spearing her relentlessly while his hand reached around to rub her clit in tight circles. She hated how her body responded, hips pushing back even as tears stung her eyes. Another orgasm built against her will, crashing through her as he filled her again, his seed mixing with her own unwanted release.
When he finally let go, she slumped to the ground, legs shaking. He tucked himself away, eyes dark and satisfied. "Don't tell anyone," he said, then vanished into the night like smoke. She stayed there long after, the ache between her legs a reminder she couldn't erase, the mix of shame and lingering heat confusing her senses in the dark.
