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I was walking alone again tonight, my friends left in a cab without me and my phone battery was almost dead. I checked it again to see that it was almost midnight, my hands shaking from the gentle breeze. I could feel my throat starting to swell as tears pricked my eyes. The heels on my feet didn't help the aching feeling in my body and my knees started to tremble from exhaustion. I turn to my left and see a small alleyway which seemed to stretch on for quite a bit . I walk in, deciding that it would be better for me to make a quick stop before trying to find a way home.
I sat down on the floor and used my skirt as a barrier between me and the freezing concrete beneath me. I then take off my shoes one by one. Afterwards, I leaned my head back to rest against the wall, letting out a shaky sigh before letting the long overdue tears run down my face, taking my mascara with it. Just as I am about to wipe my face, I hear a clicking sound come from my left. I turn my head and see a gun pointed at my head, resting right between my eyes. The person behind the gun is wearing a lot of face paint, probably to hide his identity, and has hair that’s dishevelled and wavy.
“Get up.” He says, his voice calm and deep. I know I'm scared shitless. This could be the night I die, All because I have arsehloes as friends. I drop my shoes from my hands and slowly rise from my position, the gun still following me.
I turn to face him with my arms stiff at my sides, even with me fully standing up, I can see the height difference between us. He's clearly a few inches taller than me with the top of my head only reaching his shoulders. His face is quite chiseled with a sharp jawline. His eyes are brown that contrast the pale clown makeup on his face.
“Give me your bag.” His voice is still calm and unshaken.
I begin to reach for my bag before I stop right as my hand touches the handle. “No.” I say quietly. I look him in the eyes and drop my hands back to my sides.
“I will shoot you. Don’t make me ask again.” I can tell he's become more irritated by the way his jaw clenched. I don’t care at this point whether I die or not. Besides, this gun doesn’t even look real, I could be giving away my stuff for some wannabe road-man that’s dressed like a clown. I’m too tired for this shit.
I step closer to him and brush the gun out of my face. “Do you really think you can threaten me with a fake gun at this hour?” He stands a bit taken aback that I just approached him like this. Good. It’s better if i catch him off guard anyways. “After the day I’ve had, I’m sick of everyone's bullshit. You know-” Before I could finish my sentence, he pushed me against the brick wall and put the gun right next to my temple.
“Do you really think this is fake?” His eyes darkened as my lips felt like they were sewn together. Shock was the last thing on my mind. In fact. It was blank. I didn't know what to say or how to say it. “So now you’re being quiet.” The man then pointed the gun at my inner thigh.
“Tell me if you still think it’s fake.” Then he shoots my leg. My heavy breathing increases as my mind processes what happens. I feel his thumb press into the fresh wound, but before I can cry out in pain, his lips crash into mine. My body is confused on how to respond. The godawful pain in my leg or the sweet pleasure of his lips on mine. He tries to get entrance into my mouth but I deny. I don’t want him to go any further, but I desperately need the distraction. He then presses my thigh harder and slips his tongue in while I gasped out in pain.
After what felt like an eternity of him bruising my lips, he breaks the kiss as a whine out in displeasure. He drops the gun he was holding and uses it to grab my face hard. He turns it before deciding to start abusing my neck.I make unholy noises into his hand and every whimper or moan makes him bite in that area harder. His other hand slightly loosened from my leg as he found a sweet spot in my neck: his next target. His tongue swirls and sucks hard on that area, ensuring that it would bruise for the next few weeks. Tears start running down my face as I squirm under him knowing I cannot break free from his grasp.
He lifts his lips to my ear, I can feel his cold breath fly past and shivers run down my spine. “ I’m giving you the opportunity now to say whether or not you want me to continue,” his grasp loosens from my body. “ You tell me you want to stop, and I'll leave you here and go find someone else.” his eyes darting to the side, telling me that’s not what he wants. He looks back at me. “ Or I can continue what I'm doing, and not stop until I feel like it.” He stares intently into my eyes searching for a sign or signal.
I spend a moment weighing out my options. Wait. Why am I even considering this? Some random stranger in the alleyway is offering to fuck me right now. After he shot me! But oh, those eyes. The streetlamp shines on them in a perfect angle, making them seem like jewels lost in the sand. You know what, I have nothing to lose.
I slowly nod my head, but his expression turns into a frown. He whispers “ Please, use your words darling...” and I feel him smirk against my ears.
“P-please continue-” and that was all it took. He began to attack my neck as his hand that was on my face moved to under my shirt. It quickly unclipped my bra in one swift motion. Finally his hand left my leg, and used it to grab my face into a long passionate kiss. My arms slowly lift to try and encase his head to try and deepen the kiss, but he abruptly pulls away. He stares at me for a second before kissing down my jaw, to my neck, to my boobs. His mouth latches on to my nipple and he starts sucking and biting hard. His tongue swirls around my areola as one of his hands return back to the thigh with the bullet hole. Ah, how I almost forgot about that.
The amount of sweat that formed on his face made some of the makeup run down his cheeks. I could faintly see his skin under the light of the moon, it was smooth and untouched. Admiring his face only lasted so long when I was brought back to reality.
Every movement of his tongue meant another squeeze on my leg. Loud moans escape from my mouth as the pain and pleasure mixed into an addicting sensation, I don't want him to stop, but it seems as if he loves to see me in a needy, painful state. I look down and see a tent that had formed in the bulge of his trousers. I must have been staring in an obvious way, as he let out a cocky chuckle. “Don’t worry. Patience Will be your virtue.”
The man got on his knees and crouched down, where his head was level with my pussy. He lifted and placed my good leg on his shoulder while he took my injured one in his hand. He stared at the blood dripping down it for a moment, before liking all the blood clean. His face reached my underwear and used his free hand to grab it. He paused for only a second then ripped the underwear clean from my body. The destroyed fabric lay at my sides. Before I can process what’s happening, I feel his tongue lick from the bottom of my vagina all the way to my clit. I felt him trace circles around it and the heat in my stomach already began to rise. He places his middle then index finger into me and I let out a deep moan. The abuse on my cunt continues as I feel the knot in my stomach get tighter.
“Fuck, I thin- I thi.. I’m gonna-” I’m unable to finish my sentence, but he still hums in response. Before I'm able to release the already built up pressure, he stops and slightly moves away, just enough so his lips are no longer in contact with mine. I whimper dissatisfied and buck my hips for any relief from the pain I was feeling. I can feel my climax slipping away.
“I didn’t say you could move.” he puts my hips back against the wall. “Be a good girl and stay still for me.”
Just before my climax disappeared, he went back to fingering me and eating me out. Finally my climax came back but he stopped again. This cruel game continued until I was a crying, sobbing mess. My throat started to become horse from all of the pleading while he watched me become desperate.
He sticks a singular finger in me as I hissed from the soreness. “Look at you,” he stares into my eyes, “ what a pretty little whore you are. You're begging to be touched by someone you hardly know.” he digs his finger in deeper, making me arch my back in pleasure. “How about this,” I look at him with pleading eyes, “ If you tell me you’re my pretty little whore, I’ll let you cum.”
I didn't hesitate “ Please Please Please, I’m your pretty whore, I’m yours, I need you please I-” and that was all it took. He resumes his work on my pulsating cunt and I can feel him smiling on my clit. I can faintly hear him repeating the words ‘mine’ continuously, which sent vibrations through me. The knot in my stomach has built up to a dangerously high level. One more pump was all it took for me to finally get my release. My whole body started to spasm uncontrollably as the man didn’t stop and continued to prolong my orgasm. I almost passed out from my high and my head rested on the stranger's shoulder.
My head rested on his shoulder while he gently stroked my head. He whispers in my ear “ You are such a good girl” before I eventually passed out. I woke up the next morning safely tucked in my bed. After remembering the events of last night, I quickly throw off my covers and check the thigh that was shot. Instead of a gaping wound, I see a dark purple circular bruise. Last night must have been a dream if the wound is magically gone.
I turn to my right and see a hand written note on my nightstand. I reach for it and open it, reading the note it says: ‘ I had fun darling. I will find you again :)’ Ok now, I definitely know it was not a dream. I lay down on my bed and clench the note in my hand, I don’t know why he would, but for some reason I’m terribly excited. I start to drift back to sleep, Thinking of what our next encounter will be like.