Created for u/roseisblue_ from a roleplay/story prompt of hers.Written by u/illicitliaisonPlease do not repost or share anywhere without permission. Or may the devil take your soul. And your favourite sneakers. Definitely your favourite sneakers.

⚠️⚠️ Trigger warnings: Forced/noncon, facefuck, dressed sex, rough sex, choking. V2M. And others for you kinky bastards. ⚠️⚠️

I'd seen you around town a few times; how could I not notice those beautiful tits; but you'd always been guarded. Even when I'd seen you in the bars you'd been with friends or guys, and a seasoned predator can sense how that's going, if you're going to be alone soon, or maybe leave a drink unprotected... that's not ever happened with you. I was beginning to think I'd never get my chance to take you... until today.

This time you were at Costa with a friend for some lunchtime roaming, but the body language changed as he got off the phone, the smile was different. I sensed it before I heard him say he was going his own way when he had finished his coffee. Had work to do.

"I think I'll have a walk around the shops." you said as he rose from his seat. And you hadn't finished your frappe yet. Perfect, he was leaving before you. He gave you a friendly hug, and you watched him leave, promising you'd catch up later.

You will have quite a tale to tell him when you do.

I tracked you for a little while as you wandered in and out of shops, watched you uhm and ahh about some underwear in the lingerie store. I was almost willing you to go ahead and try it on, willing to risk being caught sneaking in to try to get to you in that changing room. Sadly, you chose not to, but when you came out you headed left and paused by a sports bar I know almost too well. It's got a bad rep, but not nearly as bad as the alley behind it. Several girls have woken up down that alley after a *hard* night in that bar. I eyed you for a moment, weighing up my options. Your legs look good - a nice shape to them, protruding from beneath the denim skirt that fell just above the knee. Decency wise, long enough... but it's still a skirt, right? Still allows for easy access. Your ass looked good in it too. Full. Shapely. Grabbable. We'll find out soon how grabbable, I guess. But it was definitely those tits that had my attention. Perfectly round and soft looking beneath your white cami top, which was just about thick enough, but not quite, to hide those perfect, tasty looking nips and the natural curve of your chest, without a bra to help it.

So, options: Follow you back to your car? What if you came by cab or public transport?

See if you go anywhere to put yourself more at risk? Maybe you know I'm watching, and you're waiting. Waiting for me to make my move, to take you. No... you aren't the baiting kind.

As it happened, you made my mind up for me when you took your phone from your pocket. What if you were calling another friend to come meet you? What if you were calling a cab home? So that's when I made my move.

"Hey, miss... I think you dropped this." You glance up from your phone as I jog over. I'm wearing black combat pants and work boots, with a dark band T. Your first thought gets little further than "geez, he must be warm!" My salt and pepper hair spiked above my sunglasses, hiding my piercing blue eyes and square brow above my squarer jaw. My accent's foreign to you... English maybe? All these thoughts dashing through your head, plus how my warm smile seems to have something else... something you can't quite make out... something almost sinister to it... lead to you just reaching out your arm to take whatever I've holding out, without really thinking.

There is, of course, nothing in my hand. As I close on you, I take in your scent... my gaze meets your own, beautiful brown eyes, peering out from beneath those bangs, and you realise how much danger you're in... but your realisation hits a moment too late.

I grab your outstretched arm, pull you across me and wrap a hand around your throat.

"Scream and I'll snap your pretty little neck." I growl into your ear as I immediately pull you backwards into the alley. Truth be told, my hand is like a vice around your throat. You couldn't scream if you wanted to. I lean back slightly, almost lifting your curvy frame from the floor, making it easier to pull you along.

My eyes only shift from the alleyway entrance to look down your top. Yeah. I thought as much. No bra.

"Look at you. Whore. Crying out for this aren't you?" I hiss in your ear, still pulling you backwards, still gripping your throat, but my other hand sliding up under your cami. "Wondering around town with your tits out." I grab one of those big, beautiful breasts. It's aggressive, angry, hostile. You can't even call it groping. You're manhandled, squeezed, nipped and pulled... as you're dragged further into the darkness of the alley.

I drag you between the dumpsters of the bar. No one can see you from either end of the alleyway now, unless they come looking. As soon as I start to release your throat you yell. My hand clamps again.

"Scream again, bitch. See what it gets you."

I release again. You yell immediately. A hard slap hits your face, slamming you into the dumpster nearest you. I roughly grab your throat again. Both hands this time. I lift you until you're on your tiptoes, hardly able to touch the floor. Unable to breathe. You try to strike me, lashing at the arms and hands that hold you, but I'm too strong. One of my legs slides between yours and pushes your knees outwards, opening them, before my knee slides up your thighs, lifting your skirt. Your face starts to turn beet red. Arms lash out. Still, it gets you nowhere. My knee pushes your panties into your cunt. Your face starts to go purple. Your eyes roll into the top of your head.

I release your neck, you falling forwards into me, gasping, groaning, sliding pussy first down my leg. I step backwards with a wicked smile as you crumble to your knees, grabbing out at me to stop yourself falling. I bat your hands away mercilessly and you drop on to all fours, struggling for air still. A booted foot finds its way to the back of your head, and pushes your face into the tarmac as my belt gets unfastened.

"I've been watching you for quite some time, you know. I want that body..."

"Please." you whimper into the floor. "Please don't. I won't tell..."

"I know you won't. Sluts like you never do." Obviously, I don't know if you're a slut. And I don't care. You are now. You are to me.

My boot is removed from your head and I yank you up by your hair. I've whipped my belt from my pants and it's already wrapping behind your head, around your neck, and pulling tight, before you realise what's going on. I yank you to your knees by the belt, holding it by its 'tail', which pulls the noose end tighter around your neck. Your eyes bulge again, but I loosen my grip as I pull down my trousers. I pull my thick cock out of my boxers, and thrust it towards you face.

"Open your mouth." It's not a request. You gaze at my cock for a moment, and then up at me.

"Please..." you whimper, straining to keep your mouth away from my dick. "please let me...." That's as far as I let you get. I pull the belt tight again, holding it above your head. You start to lash again, but I grab each of your arms in turn, and pin them by the wrist in the hand that's holding my belt above your head. You flail and shake and choke, face changing colour again... you start to see stars, and the fight leaves you... your world turns a blissful, peaceful black... until I release the belt and allow you to drop back onto your knees.

"This goes down one of two ways." I start, still standing over you, holding the belt and your wrists pinned against the wall. "You get fucked. Maybe you like it. Maybe you don't. But you do what you're told. Or..." I tug on the belt and your wrists, yanking your neck up. "You get the idea." I smirk down at your pleading, teary eyes. Mine are dead, cold, behind my sunglasses. "So... you gonna open your fucking whore mouth for me or what?"

You whimper, looking up into my face, your reflection looking right back at you in the lenses of my sunglasses, showing you on your knees with that pretty face flushed and tear streaked... and slowly, very slowly, opening your mouth.

"Good girl." I smile. "I knew you'd see sense. Put out your tongue." Your next sob catches in your throat, but again, you do as you're told. I take a hold of my cock, which seems to be getting harder and growing by the second, and place the head on your tongue. "Lick. Like it's your favourite ice cream." Again, you whimper, but as soon as I give the belt a slight pull, you start flicking your tongue over and around the head of my dick. "Hmmm. Feels nice... good girl..." I grin. I'm not sure if it's the praise or maybe you just don't like being choked by my belt or maybe you think you can get me off quick and I'll let you go sooner... or maybe you just are the cock-hungry slut I was hoping for, but at my words you seem to put in more effort, straining to lick around the head and down the shaft of my cock. I brush some hair from your face with my free hand and caress your cheek as you work. "Knew you'd love dick." I say, wickedly. Your sobbing has all but stopped, and without further instruction from me you suddenly take the head of my cock in your mouth... and slurp on it.

"Holy shit." I groan a little, not quite expecting that. "That ice cream doesn't stand a chance..." There's a wickedness to my words but your actions so far have pulled the malice from them, for now. My free hand wraps around your head though, and pulls your face towards my groin. At the same time I push my hips forward. I feel your tongue seeking space in your mouth as the room is taken up by my dick, before I find the resistance at the opening of your throat when your lips are around halfway along my shaft. I start to bob your head on my cock, initially gradually, but trying to push more and more of my length into your mouth.

I continue to meet resistance from your throat and become impatient, suddenly pulling the belt to pull your head back up against the wall and removing my other hand. With your head against the wall and my cock against the back of your mouth you've nowhere to go as I start to push my hips forward. I feel more and more of my length squeezing into your mouth, and eventually pushing into your throat as you gag around it before, with a satisfying "gluck!" sound, my head slips past your tonsils and my full length slides past your lips. My stomach comes to rest on your nose, my balls hit your chin, and I hold you there, bottoming out in your throat. Not for the first time since we 'met', you can't breathe, although for a different reason, but the feeling is recently familiar to you and you near instantly start to panic. Its no use. Your panicking, if anything, as you writhe, gag, and choke around my cock, simply feels good to me, and I hold you there, sandwiched between my hips and the wall for as long as I dare.

Eventually, I pull almost all the way back out of your mouth, leaving just the head of my cock beyond your lips as you cough and splutter, gasping for air. I pull my phone from my pocket and start to record you. I let you get in a lung full or two of air, before I drive my hips forward, shoving my full length down your throat again, all on camera. This time I don't hold it down, and immediately pull back out and drive back in, starting to use your throat like a pussy, fucking your face. I don't know if you've ever been used like this before, but either through practice or sheer desperation, you quickly adapt your breathing to my actions, and before long I'm properly able to rail into your face, my balls slapping off your chin and that rhythmic 'gluck gluck gluck' of your throat being violated producing a filthy serenade that echoes up and down the alley. I slide a booted foot up your skirt, between your legs, pushing the material of your panties into your pussy. I'm rewarded almost instantly as I notice you start to grind on my foot, and moan slightly around my cock. This makes me decide to release your wrists, although I keep a hold of the end of my belt, just in case. Your hands make their way to my hips, trying to brace against the onslaught, to protect your mouth and throat, although I'd hardly describe it as 'fighting'. It does little good anyway, and I continue to use your face as my own personal fleshlight, until I start to feel my orgasm building. Again, I pull you down deep on my cock and hold you there a moment, before pulling back... this time all the way out of your mouth.

"Bastard!" you growl, instantly. "You could have fucking killed me!"

"I still could if you don't fucking behave, you little slag." I tug on the belt as if to remind you it's there. At once, your hands close around your throat, futilely trying to pull it from your neck. At the same time you finally notice the phone pointed right at you.

"What the fuck... please, no, don't film me like this." you beg.

"I'll do whatever I want with you... to. you." To demonstrate the point, the same hand that has a hold of my belt wraps into your hair and pulls you to your feet. I set the phone down on the side of the dumpster, lens facing us, before I turn my attention back to you.

I roughly grope one of your tits over the top of your cami, immediately finding and pinching the nipple, before I demand you take them out.

"What?" you ask, indignantly.

"Your tits. I want to see them."

"I... someone might see." I yank the belt and point your face at the camera.

"Someone will see, if you don't do as you're told... what about the town's facebook page? The local schools socials? Tag the local cops? That could be fun."

You glance up and down the alleyway. We're alone. Defeated, you slip the shoulder straps of your top off, allowing it to drop and revealing your big, beautiful breasts. I step up to you, pressing my bodyweight against yours, crushing you up into a corner between the dumpster and the wall.

"See? Wasn't so hard, was it? What a beautiful rack." I grope and play with your tits, rolling the nipples between my fingers to get them erect. I guess, rightly, that they are sensitive when you try, and fail, to stifle a moan, and I pinch them harder, causing you to squirm.

"Knickers off too." I order, slapping one of your breasts.

"What? You're sick... you're wrong in the head." Suddenly you know how this ends... as if there was ever any doubt.

"It took us getting this far for you to work that out?" I laugh, but then I tug down hard on the belt. "I wasn't fucking asking. They're my panties now. Trophy. Off."

"I could scream." I know you're trying to sound like you're in some kind of control, but... looking into your eyes, there's a fire there... you hate me. But beyond that, there's a lust... and I'm willing to bet that's why you hate me. The words come out half as a whiney plead, half as a moan.

"And I could choke you out and fuck you anyway." I point out, matter-of-factly. "But where's the fun in that? Take. Them. Off."

"Fine!" You're not surrendering... not really. It's just there's no way out of this for you, other than doing what you're told. At least, I'm sure that's what you're telling yourself. I'm starting to suspect differently. You lean back into the wall and hike up your skirt. You tug your panties off over your ass... before they're even at your knees my empty hand has shot up between your legs.

"I fucking knew you were wet." I smirk. My fingers trace along your lips, separating them, as the heel of my hand grinds into your clit.

"I... I'm not... urg!" you protest, but it's weak... and you don't attempt to pull back or get away from my touch. "You... you're an animal."

"I know. And I'm going to fuck you like one." I know you want to fight it. I know you want to hate this... and I know you can't. You're a rape slut. You just didn't know it. You needed this. You quiver at my touch. A perfect storm of revulsion and hatred for me for being the one to take you, and arousal and desire at the sheer vulgarity of the situation. When my probing fingers find your hole, one slips straight inside. You groan full on as it starts to work in and out of you. It's quickly joined by another. You're so wet there's almost no resistance... and I'm not about to let that go unnoticed.

"Look at you, fucking your rapists hand like a good little cumdump. You're so fucking horny I could probably get my whole fucking arm in there."

"I... am... I'm not!" You protest, even weaker than before. Your breathing is ragged, you're struggling for words, and whether you want it to or not, your body is responding to my touch. The hand holding the belt winds into your hair, pulling your head back. Your gaping mouth is invaded again, this time by my tongue, as my fingers work in and out of your pussy, and your hips grind down on my hand. You try to turn away, but I don't let you. You try not to return the 'kiss', but my tongue finds yours, almost cowering in the back of your mouth; you moan again and she dances with mine. I've got you and I know it. I'm not sure who would be more disappointed at this point if I walked out of this alley without fucking you... but we both know that's not going to happen. One of your hands is on my chest, putting up a token resistance of trying to push me away... although it's not trying particularly hard.

You audibly whimper as I pull my fingers from your pussy, and step between your legs, kicking your feet apart.

"No... NO! you can't..." your eyes stare into the reflective lenses of my sunglasses. Your image stares back at you, as if pleading with yourself not to do this, rather than me. I don't think either of us is listening or believes you don't want it at this point, but I silence you by jamming the fingers that were just in your pussy into your mouth. You try to defy the urge to suck them... you try.

You don't, however, try to close your legs, and the hand on my chest doesn't increase its barely there pressure. I let go of the tail end of the belt as that hand drops to my cock, and you scarcely even register I've let it go. My hand guides the head of my dick to your clit. I rub it against you a little, looking down at your shaven mound, then back up to your face. You pull your mouth from my sopping hand, biting your lip and turning from my gaze. I guide my cock lower, the head parting your labia as it slides along your slit. You inhale sharply and tilt your head back, closing your eyes, awaiting the inevitable. I don't leave you waiting long. You're that wet, my dick meets almost no fight at all as I guide my tip into you, and then slam my hips forward, impaling you fully upon my cock. I gasp, you groan, loudly, the sounds echoing back to us from among the bins of our dirty little alley, as I bury my length in you and hold you down on me, feeling your walls adjusting to welcome my size. I know you can feel it... your body is aching for your rapists cock. And I tell you so, pushing my face into your neck, kissing, biting, my breath hot on your skin.

"Your tight little cunt needs this, you slut. You're loving this, aren't you?" You sort of shake your head, trying to protest, but the words fail to form on your lips. Your head tilts away from me, opening more of your neck to my mouth's ministrations. I bite down and suck hard, marking you as mine with a sizeable love bite. I wonder who, if anyone, you're going to have to explain that away to.

I draw my dick back out of you, almost completely, before driving my full length into you once more. I continue like this for a while; long, slow, deep, hard thrusts, seeming as though every inch of me wants to feel every inch of you. A hand pulls one of those gorgeous tits to my mouth, sucking the nipple between my lips and I bite down, teasing the sensitive tip of it with my tongue. You moan. Another thrust. You moan. Another bite. You moan. It's all just too much. You're grunting at the apex of each thrust as each one seems to find a new, more sensitive spot. In this position the slight upwards curve to my cock causes it to rake across your G-spot with every charge of my hips, and my pelvis grinds against your clit as I slam you into the wall. I lift one of your legs to allow me better access to your pussy, and smirk to myself as I feel you instinctively wrap it around me. You look every bit the back alley whore, skirt hiked up around your waist, top sat scrunched atop it, panties on the floor and legs wrapped around a stranger. Anyone glancing our way would likely think this was just a couple getting freaky... but right now neither of us care about being seen.

Before long I'm starting to hammer into you, my thrusts coming shallower and harder, like my breath... I'm close, but I'm going to hold on. I'm determined to. I'm going to hold on because I can feel how close you are and what more triumph for a rapist than his victim cumming all over his cock? What bigger humiliation for the victim than knowing she gave herself to him, even though she didn't want to, to such an extent that she came, that he was able to take her to the edge... and then push her off it... and she couldn't stop him.

And I know you wouldn't stop me now, even if you could.

I feel it hit. You most definitely do. You see stars as a powerful orgasm rips through you, surging from your pussy up your spine to your brain. Your standing leg buckles as you squeal out, the other tensing around my back, pulling me into you, and I have to pin you to the wall, hold you there, to stop you crumbling to the floor. Pressing you into the wall like this I struggle to continue to fuck you. Your pussy is clamped down hard around my dick as your body spasms. Sounds escape your mouth, though I wouldn't call them words... they're certainly no language I understand, little more than animalistic groans and yelps. You wrap your arms around my back, bury your head in my chest, and cling on to me for dear life.

As it clears you realise you feel empty... there's a longing between your legs, something missing. You realise with horror that your body wants more, your pussy is yearning for my cock. For your rapists cock.

Physically, you've been turned around. You're bent over, facing the dumpster. My phone. The camera. You flinch, recognizing that this isn't over. Your hands are held behind your back and I've the belt in that same hand. You know what's coming but you can't help but jump and screech loudly as I ram my cock back into your now oversensitive, post-orgasm pussy, this time from behind, my full length driven straight into your waiting cunt. This position feels as though I'm getting much, much deeper than I was before. The impact of my hips into yours is almost hard enough to lift you from the floor.

"Oh fuck!" you yelp as the second thrust hits, if anything harder than the first. "That hurts!" the third one. "Not so hard!" I'm not listening. Your complaining fades to grunts as I pound into you from behind, my camera getting a front row seat of those gorgeous tits bouncing, swinging back and forth with every single thrust. I pull you up, arching your back, so I can reach and play with them whilst I hammer your pussy. As soon as I release your arms you first try to reach backwards to push me away, but quickly settle for bracing yourself against the dumpster.

"I'm going to cum." I moan. "Really soon."

"Wait! WAIT!" The fear is suddenly back in your voice. "You can't cum in me! I'm not on birth control!"

"Oh dear." I laugh, speaking between hard thrusts. "Don't want to be a rape mummy?" I grunt as I slam into you. "Might be a bit late for that!" I tweak and squeeze one of your nipples, hard, causing you to squirm and writhe. That does it. My own orgasm hits, I throw my head back, almost growling "Oh fuck yes!" and grunting as I shoot wave after wave of hot, sticky cum deep into your pussy. My legs shake, my rhythmic, deep thrusts become sporadic, out of control, my hands move to your hips, grabbing you, pushing and pulling you onto and off of my cock as best I can.

You should be disgusted. Appalled. Repulsed.

But almost as soon as I released your arms, one hand shot down between your legs, didn't it? Your own fingers on your clit, my cum splattering your walls... you're cumming again. Hard. You're pushed to the floor in the corner, between the dumpster and the wall, facing me. Your hand still on your clit, my cum already leaking out of your abused little puss.

"Filthy whore." My words seem to wash right over you. "Clean up your mess." I shove my cock in your face again. Like a good little porn star, you silently open your mouth. I push as much of my dick into your throat as I can and groan, loudly. You don't even realise I've my phone in my hand, camera fixed on your face, full of my cock once more. You're cum drunk. I face fuck you a little but I'm going soft. The taste of our juices mingling on your tongue and in your throat as I finally pull my trousers back up, pick up your panties and shove them in my pocket. Your first move is your hands, to my belt. You start to pull it off as I rummage in your bag. For a moment, you think I'm robbing you too, but you soon realise the truth is much worse. I find your drivers licence and take a photo, and then show you the image on my phone.

"I needed that, Rosie." The malice is back in my voice. "Thank you." I stand back up and take another photo of you as you hand me my belt. "Keep it. Your trophy. A reminder." I smirk as show you that photo, defeated you, tits out, pussy dripping cum, tear streaked face. "Anyone even asks me about this, that photo and the video go viral. You see me around town again, you make an excuse and find us a nice, quiet space. So I can fuck you again. Or that photo, and that video, go viral." I horrified look washes over your face as you realise what I'm saying.

"I hate you... you fucking pig..." you whine.

"Yeah..." I grab my cock over my combats and thrust it in your direction. "Don't hate this though, do you?!" I laugh aloud. "See you soon, Rosie. Real soon. ta ta!"

With that I saunter out of the alley, straightening myself up. I look back to see your feet sticking out beyond the edge of the dumpster and grin. You've not moved yet, but I can faintly hear you sobbing. I imagine you touching yourself again to this memory, feeling guilty, filthy, used... but so fucking horny, as I round the corner.

Fini. Or is it? :D

I hope you enjoyed. I typically enjoy writing erofiction so as a rule I do it for free, but if you want a big work I might ask for a coffee. As always I welcome any feedback. And go check out my muse. Drop her a follow. Trib her pics if that's what peels your onions. Er, I don't know that it peels hers though, so don't send her unsolicited dick pics. That's just not cool.