Walking down a poorly lit alley on a rainy, cool evening after leaving the bar, her phone rings. She takes pause to dig in bag briefly to find her phone but this moment gives her attacker an opportunity to pounce.
He comes out from behind a dumpster, wraps one gloved hand around her mouth and with the other hand stabs her in the arm with a syringe of something that somewhat paralyzed her terrified and tense body, leaving her to fall limp and relaxed in his arms. She tried to scream but just like a nightmare, no sound would travel up her throat. Her heart raced and her mind began to grow muddled.
He is wearing all black including a black face mask with holes to expose only his eyes and nostrils. He smells of cologne—mahogany and a light floral scent. “Don’t worry,” he whispers into her ear, the sensation of his lips pressed against her ear lobe sends a shiver of fear through her body down her spine, from what she can still feel.
He pulls a dark beanie over her face and lays her down on a huge piece of cardboard behind the dumpster where he was prowling. Rain is seeping through the beanie and leaking into her eyes and mouth. She feels soaked though no longer can tell if her clothes are even on her or not. She can hear the sound of a zipper and presumes its coming.
She feels his thumbs under her knees as he spreads them apart and pushes himself into her. He is big and she can feel him in her stomach. Her chest feels weak as she coughs lightly. He thrusts in her gently, two, three, four times before she feels him pull out of her. She is scared but her body, in its confused state, is giving him signs that she enjoys what he is doing. She can feel herself moisten as he pulls all the way out.
He rolls the beanie up her face enough to expose her mouth and instinctively, instead of calling for help, she opens her mouth and is greeted by his moist, large erection. Again he starts to gently thrust. One, two, three, four pumps down her throat until he is cumming a massive load straight down her throat and she is swallowing as he shoots in her.
She lies there, presumably naked, rain pouring down on her body which is now gaining back feeling. She doesn’t scream or reach for her bag. Minutes pass before she can feel her body enough to sit up. She pulls the beanie off her head and sees she is indeed naked, her clothes folded into a neat pile next to her. The rain pours down on her naked body and there is no trace he ever existed.
She hears noise down the far end of the alley and squints around the dumpster to see some bar-hoppers walking toward her, laughing and chatting. She pulls her soaking clothes on, stands up and walks home.
A strange night in the alley.
Source: reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/8l5yf1/a_strange_night_in_the_alley_nsfw_mf_rape