Ever since reading Subtext by Kate Marley (and maybe even long before that) I couldn’t get this fantasy about a dark street out of my head. It might not be your piece of cake, but it sure stirs something in me…
Content warning: Consensual-non consensual sex
She walked down a carefully selected dark street wearing a short, tight-fitting black dress, and black stockings, of which the lace tops were just visible under her dress. Black high-heeled shoes with red accents completed the picture.
It was a nice and warm summer’s evening. She seemed to be the only one out on the quiet street, but she knew she wasn’t. Knowing it was about to happen, but not knowing exactly when, excited her even more. Despite her excitement, she had a knot in her stomach. It had been nerve-wrecking to share her fantasy with him, and even more scary to know it was about to become real.
She smiled as she remembered how he had finally dragged this dark fantasy out of her. She never wanted to tell anyone, but he always had his ways to get her talking. When he told her what to wear and the street she should be on tonight, she knew he was about to make her fantasy come true.
With her mind so occupied, she didn’t see the man stepping out of the shadows. A scream filled the night air before his hand closed tightly over her mouth. She kicked and tried to free herself from the strong arms, suddenly terrified. She didn’t know who it was, and had no idea if he was there to watch over here while it happened. She had little time to worry about it as the man dragged her deeper into a faintly lit alley.
“Ah, we are going to have ourselves some fun, I see,” a man spoke from somewhere in the shadows.
More voices joined. Four men.
The hand on her mouth disappeared, only to be replaced by a dirty and foul smelling rag. They pushed it into her mouth, and then covered it with another, which they tied tightly behind her head. An equally dirty piece of cloth held her hands uncomfortably trapped behind her back. She moaned helplessly, trying to see the men, but they stayed in the shadows.
“Now let’s see what we have here,” the man who dragged her into the alley said.
He pushed her dress up and discovered that she was bare underneath.
“Such a slut,” one of the other men said, “no underwear! Obviously she wants to be used.”
That was what she had told him: she wanted to be used by men in a dark alley, but she hadn’t told him how many men or what she wanted them to do to her. She was at the mercy of these four men.
It terrified her.
It excited her.
She screamed when one man pushed her forward against oil drums in the back of the alley, but the rags in and over her mouth muffled the sound. He pinned her body on top of the drums and kicked her feet sideways to spread her legs.
The first blow landed on her bare bottom.
She screamed again.
Another blow. Another scream.
Over and over.
While one man held her down on the oil drum, another positioned himself behind her and rammed his cock into her wet cunt. A warm flush covered her face as she realized just how excited she was.
“This cunt is so wet,” the man said, and she felt the blush deepening.
One by one, the men fucked her.
Over and over again.
There came a moment they didn’t even pin her down on the oil drum anymore. She stayed in position and waited for them to shoot their loads in their condoms. It quieted down when they were done, and they disappeared from the alley after untying her hands.
She stood in the dark, listening. When she was sure she was alone, she stood up, pulled her dress down and tried to get her hair back in order.
As she started walking back towards the street, a man appeared in the alley’s entrance, his silhouette edged against the faint light behind him. Fear gripped her heart as she wondered: is that him or does he have more in store for me?
This story was first published in November 2014, and updated for the repeat prompt of ‘Dark Street‘.
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