Date Night [MMMMF][Rape-y fantasy]

Got a bit excited and decided to write a super raw short-story while listening to [this](https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildaudio/comments/bbputw/f4m_no_words_just_some_ass_fucking_fsub_challenge/) on loop. Enjoy.
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Smoke rose from the vents as she crawled over the rain-slick asphalt of a little back-street, her long slender legs barely working from the pain, not even noticing that a half-discarded pair of panties still connected her ankles. She still wore her expensive black heels, with one broken off. Her tight little gold dress was pushed up over her smooth round hips and torn up to let her ample tits hang out. She didn’t care. She had one continuous thought: Get away.

And so she bruised her knees with every hard-won meter, half-navigating through her mascara-smeared, tear-stained eyes, half with her shaking hands, clawing forward at an unsteady pace.

Her jaw was set against the pain. She was determined, so single minded that she didn’t notice the cum starting to leak from her butthole, crawling down her inner thigh ever so slowly. Neither did she seem to pay much mind to the six man standing just a few steps away from her, one zipping up his wet, flaccid cock, another pulling his out.

A rough cut guy, almost square in built but neither fat nor small for it, his arms covered in crude tattoos full of badly scribbled names, spoke.

“I’m gonna have to add your name to the list, love,” he echoed through the otherwise eerily quiet street, nonchalantly stepping up to his target, “remind me?”

After a pause, he leaned down, grabbing her hair and pulling her head up almost to his hips. She yelled out, flailing her outspread hands in mid-air for some support that couldn’t have been there for a long moment before her attacker let her crash back to the ground. “Your name, cunt?”

Her reply was more crying, more shaking, and an attempt to crawl away that was both more energized and more pathetic. He rolled her around, sitting down on her pelvis, stroking his cock while he brushed the torn flaps of her dress off her tits.

“Hold those tits, cunt, I wanna fuck them before I beat your name out of you!”

Crying harder was the only reply she could muster, weakly flailing her arms against him. He laughed for a second, then his expression turned dark. Using his thick arms to smack her hard across the face with every word, he yelled out.

“Hold! Those! Tits!”

She sobbed openly, trying to turn her face away, violently shaking arms reaching to block an attack that had already stopped, then awkwardly homing in on her supple breasts, squeezing them around his thick descending shaft. They had some bruises already, enough that pressing them together hurt. He leaned forward, hands to the sides of her face, causing her to stare directly upwards at him as he started to pleasure himself. She didn’t stop crying hard. He fucked harder.

His movements became more frantic, he started to grunt. She steeled herself to have cum shot against her neck, but instead, the guy just stood up, splattering her half-undressed body with cum as he finished himself. He spat on her tits before he turned to leave and let her slowly curl up into a ball.

Of course that wouldn’t last. A hand burrowed under her arm and lifted her up with ease. Half standing on her panty-trapped feet with one heel missing, she stumbled back as he pushed her, crashing back-first into the nose of a car. He shoved her onto the hood, reaching for the frayed cleavage of her dress and tearing the rest of it open, peeling her bare. He left the panties, lifting her ankles onto his shoulder. She didn’t fight back anymore, just pressing her fists against her own cheek, weeping, feeling a thick hard cock land on her cunt and slide down her pelvis.

Was she really this wet? She stopped crying in utter surprise as his cock traveled down further, pushing it’s tip between her butt-cheeks and sliding right up her ass after a little silent pop. Tension jolted up and down her body from there, stretching her out, legs straight against his chest and back arching in a desperate reflex. The searing pain caught her breath, leaving her completely motionless bar the jiggles caused by the man thrusting himself inside her. It didn’t take more than a few hip swings before she started screaming, crying, shaking and flailing again. The guy was a quick cummer, moaning like a bitch after what must have been minutes, bucking as he added his load to her filth-stuffed hole.

He didn’t even pull out, she was pulled off by her armpits, to where her head hung freely from the side of the car, treating her to the sight of an upside down cock peaking out over a lose belt, showing just enough abs that she was bracing for pain. She drew her lips in a line, trying to cramp her jaw shut, but they knew how to make her scream. They knew she wasn’t brave enough to bite.

He blew air out of his nose in an amused pitch, pinched her nipple between two fingers, squeezed tight and lifted her tit up, then slapped it out of his grip with a loud smack. She winced, keeping her mouth pressed shut. The first three times. Then, her scream was muffled by cock. If her body was tense before, now it was steel, stretching out like a plank, dragging her fingernails against the car paint as the chocked and gargled. He rocked her head against the side of the car in a fast beat, effortlessly violating her throat so deep her hole face puffed up trying to regurgitate his cock. She was turning to a bright crimson, vision swimming even with her eyes squeezed shut, balls slapping against her forehead as to make the abuse more insulting.

He didn’t let her pass out, pulling out to let her gasp just long enough so her mouth was still torn open wide when he went in again, over and over, until she wasn’t sure how much time had passed when the warm cum finally coated her bulging throat. He used his thumb to brush his cock through her throat as he emptied himself, then left her hanging like that, bits of cum roping from the corners of her mouth to her long hair.

Coughing and sucking in raspy breaths, she tried to crawl away again, but none of her muscles obeyed. So she just lay there, sullied and broken, wheezing, until they eventually shoved her onto the back seat of a car, rolling her onto a new stretch of street after and unfelt amount of ride. And then they left.

It took her minutes to enter the next building, crawling on all fours to the door and sliding with her shoulder along the wall to cross-legged shaky steps, eventually crashing down on a chair.

Next to her, another young woman cradled her bruises, left eye swollen, destroyed party-dress hanging from her hips like a banana-peel. “Did you like it,” she asked hoarsely.

“Yes,” the other girl replied, starting to absently finger herself to the memory of what had just happened. They heard the door crash open again, and someone collapse.

Source: reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/bbsc73/date_night_mmmmfrapey_fantasy