DIRTY HOLE [MxF: rape, abuse, piss]

I was out with my friends at some club. It was Friday night and we had all just finished our final nursing exams. We wanted to let our hair down and have a good time. As I’m usually in my student nursing uniform, it felt good to be able to slip into a tiny dress. It was low cut, showing ample cleavage. The hem reached my mid thigh and if I twirled fast enough on the dance floor, I’m sure anyone watching would have been able to see a flash of my lace panties. I could tell I was attracting attention as I moved in time with the music, swaying my hips to the beat. I ignored all the stares. Tonight, it was just me and my friends. It was our celebration.

‘Take off your panties.’

Later that night, I’m in a completely different situation. I’m alone, pushed up against the wall. I’m trying to remember what happened, how I got here … but it’s fuzzy. I’m breathing hard, trying to keep calm as I study the man standing in front of me. He’s big, broad shouldered and he has his hand resting warningly against my throat. I have never seen him before. A stranger was keeping me hostage in a foul smelling cubicle in the men’s room of a night club.

‘What do you want? Let me go!’

I want to shout out the words to him or better yet, scream for help. But I instinctively know he will hurt me before I am even able to get the sound out. And so, I utter those words in a pathetic whisper.

He repeats his request and I have no choice but to slowly bend down and take my panties off. I keep my thighs pressed closed, ball my panties up in my fist and stare at him, my heart hammering in my chest

Wordlessly, he grabs the panties from my hand, brings them up to his face and takes a deep sniff, closing his eyes momentarily in what seems like relish. Before I can even think of trying to escape, his eyes pop open and he smirks at me.

‘Oh yeah, *you’ll* do. You’re nice and ripe.’

Terrified, I shrink back, trying in vain to get a little bit more space between him and myself but I only succeed in bumping my head against the wall. Ouch. I gingerly touch the back of my head and my fingers find a bump. That’s right, the memory comes back to me, lightning fast as though it has been triggered by the gentle repeat.

I had been on my way to the ladies when I had felt a presence behind me. No sooner had I turned around, he had launched himself at me, banging my head several times against the wall before dragging me into the men’s room.

… so that’s how I got to be here.

He speaks in quiet urgent tones, with just enough of a growl in his voice when I don’t obey fast enough. He kicks shut the toilet lid, and makes me place one foot on top of it so that I’m left standing on only one leg. He makes me lift up my short dress.

He asks me to spread open my vagina with my fingers. My breath catches in my throat. I’m mortified, nearly on the verge of tears. I find myself hesitating.

‘Spread your cunt open. Or I’ll cut it open.’

He reaches into his pocket and pulls out a switchblade, flicking it open threateningly.

Miserably, I reach down with one hand and use my fingers to spread my pussy open. I can feel my vagina lips quivering in anticipation. I can feel the heat coming from it, the slight wetness as my fingertips touch the edges of my insides.

I can see him gazing at it and then shaking his head.

‘No. Spread it *wide* open. Use both hands. I wanna see more.’

Humiliated, I reach down with my other hand, careful not to lose my balance. I understand now why he wanted me to stand like this. It gives him a better view. With one foot on the toilet lid and the other on the floor, my legs are already spread open. Now, it’s just the pussy …

Placing each hand on either side, I spread my pussy open for this stranger. My tender pink flesh is revealed, my clit is protruding from between my vagina lips, it’s glistening with moisture. I know if I were to touch it now, it would feel hard. I’m breathing faster now, my cheeks are red with shame, my chest is rising and falling with each breath. I’m feeling terribly exposed.

I don’t feel like celebrating anymore. I don’t feel pretty. Or even smart.

I feel like a slut. A common whore. After all, I’m standing here in a short dress, literally spreading my pussy open for this man.

Usually, when my pussy is gaping open like this, it’s after I’ve just been fucked. After my boyfriend’s cock has been pounding into it. After he takes his cock out of me, it stays that way, all stretched out before it slowly goes back to its usual size. My pussy is throbbing now, as though it can sense what’s about to come.

I watch him as he bends down a little to peer inside my pussy.

‘I can see your hole.’ He murmurs, with heavy breath, staring greedily into my vagina.

I know what he means. Forget my pubic mound, my pussy lips and my clit. He’s talking about my actual … hole. The one that’s for fucking. Men don’t need any of the other stuff. All they want is the hole. It sounds awful, hardly romantic, but that’s the bottom line, isn’t it? Foreplay may includes playing with the other parts but when it comes down to actually fucking, when the pure animalistic urge takes over, it’s the hole that matters. Whether it’s your pussy, mouth or ass.

Slowly he reaches out with one hand, uses a calloused finger to trace the edges of my hole and I shiver and gasp. I see the bulge in his pants. It looks huge. I let out a whimper but he ignores me.

‘You see this. Feel this?’ He asks, increasing the pressure of his touch, until I’m squirming. ‘I’m going to fuck you in your hole, right here.’

‘No, please!’

I barely have enough time to get my words out before he slaps me hard, stunning me for a few seconds. But that’s all he needs to unzip and pull his pants down. He takes his mammoth cock in hand. The head is engorged, almost purple with desire and it’s already weeping with pre cum.

My moan of dismay turns into a yelp, as he launches himself at me, filling the gap between my legs. I immediately let go of my pussy and place my hands on his shoulders to steady myself. His one hand is suddenly at my throat again, while the other is wrapped around the base of his cock as he guides himself to my entrance before impaling me with his cock, driving it deep inside me until it almost nudges my cervix.

His mouth covers mine, swallowing my scream.

I can feel an explosion of sharp pain in my groin, which then rises up to settle in the pit of my stomach. He’s completely inside of me now and before I can even attempt to adjust, he pulls out again until only the head of his cock is inside me. Without warning, he slams himself back in me again, over and over. The pace is hard and fast. The onslaught of his cock against my poor pussy is brutal. The way his cock rubs against my tender clit *stings.*

‘Noooooo, stop! Please! It hurts!’

I’m begging him, pleading with him. My tears are streaming freely down my face. My tits are bouncing up and down with each of his thrusts. They catch his attention and he grabs them. One hand on each tit. My hard nipples press against the palm of his hands. He uses them as though they are handles. A place to hold on to me while he fucks me raw.

He’s grunting now. I can feel his hot, wet breath of my face. I can smell the sweat on him, salty and stale. I can feel the scrunch of his tangled pubic hair as it presses up against my pussy, every time he goes balls deep inside me. I can feel him stretching me out.

And naturally my body reacts.

I can feel myself becoming moist and slippery. My pussy begins to make a slobbery kissing sound each time it welcomes his cock. My whimpers of pain are slowly turning into soft moans. I can feel something warm unfurling in the pit of my stomach. The pain is gently swallowed by pleasure.

I’m utterly disgusted with myself. He’s raping me and I’m getting pleasure from it. He’s taking me against my will, claiming my most intimate hole as his own and … fuck, I’m liking it.

‘Noooooooooooo!’

The realisation that I actually want this is too much too bear. My loud cry earns me another hard slap. He moves his hand back to my throat and this time, he squeezes hard, keeping up the pressure. Not enough to render me unconscious but definitely enough to make it hurt.

His movements becomes faster, more frenzied. I can feel the wall of the cubicle groan against our combined weight. I can tell he’s going to cum soon. His balls feel heavy every time they smack into me. His eyes are wild, dark with lust. He’s growling again, talking filth under is breath.

‘You’re literally just a cunt to me. Come on, give it to me bitch. I want your pussy to milk my fucking cock. Wanna fill up your little hole with my cum. Wanna fill you up.’

And he does. After a few more minutes of hard fucking, where he feels more beast than man, his cock gives a violent twitch and he comes with a roar, filling me up. His seed is hot and heavy, as it squirts out of him, bathing my pussy in thick white dollops. It feels scorchingly hot.

He slides a hand down, between our bodies and takes a hold of my clit between this thumb and first finger. He looks at me, and deliberately squeezes my poor clit before twisting it slightly.

‘Cum.’

And I do, unable to help myself. The walls of my vagina clamp up, hugging his cock tightly and I can hear him make an appreciative noise deep in his throat. I cum furiously, a strange guttural noise escaping my lips. A sound no lady would ever make. I’m horrified that something as sick as abusing my clit has just made me cum so hard.

Finally, he withdraws his cock and it comes out with a soft, wet *pop* sound. His cum dribbles down my thighs, making them wet and sticky.

We don’t talk afterwards. Once he lets me go, I let myself slide down against the wall, until I’m left sitting on the floor in the dirty cubicle. He calmly lifts up the toilet lid and takes a piss in front of me, the sound of his urine making a splash as it hits water in the toilet bowl. I watch silently as he holds his now flaccid cock in hand. The same cock that had given me so much pain and so much pleasure only moments ago.

‘I should piss all over you. Mark my territory.’ He finally says, looking thoughtful. But I can see that sick gleam in his eyes. ‘After all, nobody will ever fill you up the way I just did.’

Panicked, I try to get up but he places his thick heavy boot on my leg to prevent me.

‘I don’t care how pretty you are. I don’t give a shit about your personality. You’re just a dirty little hole to me.’

He kicks my legs open.

Before I can speak, he aims his steady stream of piss at me and I’m drenched within seconds. The smell is unpleasant but it feels warm as it trickles down. It soaks into my pussy, mingling with the sweat and seed that’s already in there.

My hole twitches suddenly, hungry for more.

End

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