The phone vibrated, barely a phantom of a buzz felt through her purse. She pulled it out and checked and found a text from him. No, THE text from him. He’d been promising/threatening to do it for months now. It was terrifying how a few simple words could ramp her anxiety, make her wet, scared, and excited all at once. How anyone she’d never met could hold such power over her was beyond her.
ALLEY OF 3rd and ANDERSON
SUMMER DRESS – NOTHING UNDER. SHORT.
STRUGGLE FOR THEM.
She trembled as she went into her bedroom, slowly stripping away her clothes. Her eyes wet, lips moist, as she thumbed through her dresses. She dropped her blue sundress, tight up top, loose and short on the bottom. She gripped the wall and had to practice her breathing, focusing before the anxiety could overcome her and prevent her from doing what he had told her to do.
She’d never met him. She should stop. It was just a game. Fun. This… she had no idea what this could be. Her heart hammered as she inhaled and exhaled slowly. The drum inside her slowed. She knelt and picked up the dress and grabbed some heels. 7 inches, they made her ass look bigger than it really was. Slim, but with an ample chest. Long dirty blonde hair flowing down her back, she pulled it on. Short. Just enough to be decent, unless you spread your legs, didn’t bend at the knee. But as he said, nothing under.
The bus ride took forever, ramping her anxiety more. She chewed her lip as she rode along, tasting her lip gloss. She got some stares, mostly appreciative and those secretly excited her. It took her back to a bad period of her life, but somehow, despite all the therapy and progress, a man’s gaze could validate her more than almost any accomplishment. She usually felt guilty about that, but not today.
As she left the bus, someone grazed her ass. She froze for a second as they got a good feel as she was clumped with multiple people getting off the bus. Then the hand disappeared and she stepped off. She felt flush. Cheap. She hated herself. She felt alive.
A brisk walk took her to the corner and she saw the alley. She wasn’t in the best part of town but it wasn’t the worst either. The directions led her towards the freeway, roaring above her, as she saw the underpass butting against the alley. A rundown ivy fence, a few sad trees and bushes, the stink of urine from the homeless, gone for now. Tonight they’d return to the safety the overpass would provide perhaps. She saw no one, just a closed gas station. She passed it up, listening to the cars above her whizzing past. Why was she here? This was stupid. And then she was grabbed, heavy gloved hands covering her mouth, squeezing her small frame tightly. Sunlight glinted off metal before she saw it clearly, a knife, pressed against her throat.
“If you fucking scream, you’ll die. If you try to run, you’ll die. Those bushes now.” She nodded, letting him push her along. When they got to them he pushed her between them, a small open area inside them. Needles and trash littered the space, though currently abandoned save for them. She felt the knife pressed against her neck and she started crying, a sudden warmth running down her leg. He mashed her left breast and laughed when he realized what had happened.
“Stupid fucking whore. Are you scared? Did your daddy not love you enough? Or to much?” He laughed at that, the mashed her tit even harder. “It doesn’t matter and neither do you,” he said. Then everything when fuzzy as he hit her head hard with the base of the knife, dropping her to the ground.
She sobbed, holding her head, dizzy and a bit sick when he shoved her face to the rough dirt, felt her dress shoved up. He touched her sex and laughed again, then felt the cold knife sliding against her pussy. She heard something stabbed into the ground, then a zipping sound that lasted an eternity. It only seemed to stop when he shoved himself in her, pressing her face into the ground. Small rocks clawed at her face as he pumped into her, his weight crushing into her. He wasn’t wearing a condom, he was probably going to kill her, she thought to herself. And still, she was wet. She moaned as he jerked her head back, knees aching, bleeding as the broken ground chewed them up. She winced again and again as he slapped at her body. Then he slammed her head down again and everything spun.
“Take it you fucking cumdump!” he screamed as she felt him press deep and fill her. He stayed in her, pulsing, then limp, for a long time. Then he stood up, kicked her once, and left. She laid there for dozens of minutes, his cum leaking out of her. She finally pushed herself up, shaking. She touched her scratched face, then her pussy. She bawled then for a little bit before a rustling startled her. A filthy man, one of the homeless, pushed into the small area. She struggled to fix her clothes but he shushed her.
“Oh honey…shush….it’s ok. It’s ok,” and he held her as she shook and cried. It all just poured out of her. He held her tight as she cried and finally, she felt him pushing at her. Just repeating it again. “Oh honey, don’t worry. Shhhhhh. It’s ok. It’s ok.” Then he pushed her firmly and she just laid there as he shoved into her, grunting away. He kept repeating “It’s ok” as he raped her. She shuddered hard sometime during it, but her face was blank, staring at the sun and the sound of cars passing by. Finally he grunted, kissed her, and left.
She eventually got up but made no effort to clean herself. White dripped down her leg as she made it back to the stop. People stared, at her dirty dress, her bloody knees, but no one said anything. They could tell she was as ruined as she felt.
Later, after a hot shower, the phone buzzed. She saw it was from him and once again feeling alive, she opened the message. Nothing else mattered anymore nor would it ever again.
Source: reddit.com/r/sexystories/comments/f6xcv6/getting_his_text_and_more_mf_nc
Excellent writing on a technical level, however, the game these two characters are playing eludes me. Thanks for posting.