Rape!

sex deprived. That sums up Alyson in two simple words. She liked to walk at night - holding the thought close to her with dangerous appeal. She had laid on the same park table for half an hour before she heard his foot steps. "Mind if I sit?"

Alyson glanced up. It was stranger - an older man, a mexican. But Alyson shrugged. "Sure." The man sat.

"John," the man offered but he extended no hand.

"Alyson," she told him quietly, remaining where she lay.

"You're pretty," the man informed her. Alyson gave a smile. "Close your eyes," he said.

Alyson was feeling dangerous. She closed her eyes. A second later she felt him, his soft lips pressing gently on hers. She froze - replaying everything she had been taught - don't talk to strangers, don't get the car with strangers...ignore them, basically. She turned her head slightly, but his hand was there - on her chin, turning it back, his intrusive tongue pressing against her lips - demanding entrance.

Alyson pulled away. "I can't," she began. But John didn't move - he hovered there, above her, a small smile remaining on his lips. His hands brushed against her, hovering at the bottom of her shirt before pushing it up. He gripped her hips. "Dude," Alyson began but his grip tightened. He pushed her shirt up higher, exposing her vibrantly pink bra, her niicely round C cups.

"Nice," he purred, his grip turning painful.

"Stop it," Alyson said, trying to put her shirt back down. He ignored her small struggle - ignored the resistence and rubbed all over her legs - slowly rubbing her inside thighs - gripping them each in turn. His lips returned to her lips with bruising force. When Alyson turned away, he sank lower - sucking on her neck, biting down hard.

Alyson gasped out in pain, sqeezing her eyes closed as his hands wondered over her body. He wrapped an arm around her waist and pressed himself against her - forcing her to acknowledge the forming lump in his pants. "You want it, don't you?" He breathing against her neck.

"No - " John was fumbling with her pants, triumphantly unbuttoning them. He plunged his hand into her pants, gripping hungrily at her snatch. Alyson recoiled as he grinded against her - dry humping - panting lustfully against her wet neck. "Dude," she began again and this time started to really struggle.

It was almost clock work. She heard the foot steps - louder, more distinct than before. Then the shapes formed - there were two more - back up. her hands were jerked up, above her head, the cold steal of handcuffed against her skin, her breasts pressed outward and her arms were restrained above her head.

A gag was forced into her mouth so deep it made her actually gag. John tore at her clothes, biting her breasts hard enough to draw blood. But he was done waiting. He pulled down Alyson's pants and plunged into her - with bone crushing force. And Alyson continued to squirm and fight against him - but her wiggling only helped to fuel his lust, and he plunged into her - again and again - pulling out just in time to spurt his sperm against her face.

There was a cackle from the group - a mixture of cat called, and then another man replaced John. And he fucked her with such ferocity it almost felt like John had been gentle. This man held out for a lot longer - fucking alyson until she was raw. He pulled out his dick before cumming and crushed it against her face as he spurted his load.

The third man was the worst. He fucked her in the ass. Hard, and he cummed in her ass. And then he fucked her again. The team took turns until they were worn out. That's when the toys came. The first was their flash light - the dull cries of Alyson drowned out by the cackling and dirty cat calls.

But they were not done. Alyson was not done. They carried her to their car - forcing a blow job out of her. And they took her home - so they could do more things to her - so they could use her mouth in their sound proof basement.


A/N -- I'll add another chapter if you'd like...