Message-ID: <29439asstr$985090202@assm.asstr-mirror.org> Return-Path: <NiteSweats@aol.com> From: NiteSweats@aol.com Mime-Version: 1.0 Content-Type: text/plain; charset=ISO-8859-1 Content-Transfer-Encoding: 7bit X-Original-Message-ID: <d1.3ee83ba.27e84290@aol.com> Subject: {ASSM} T05 Dark Alley {Titmouse} (MF,rape) Date: Tue, 20 Mar 2001 07:10:02 -0500 Path: assm.asstr-mirror.org!not-for-mail Approved: <assm@asstr-mirror.org> Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d X-Archived-At: <URL:http://assm.asstr-mirror.org/Year2001/29439> X-Moderator-Contact: ASSTR ASSM moderation <story-ckought69@hotmail.com> X-Story-Submission: <ckought69@hotmail.com> X-Moderator-ID: english, dennyw T05 Dark Alley {Titmouse} (MF,rape) ----------------------------------- WARNING NOTICE: The following story is erotic fiction and includes descriptions of explicit sex. If you are a minor or if such things offend you, quit reading now. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ 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. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ 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 do, I think, 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 ever for making someone do something they really don't want to do. --- This story, as long as it bears my pseudonym and copyright, is released to the public domain. 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