Mysterious shadows giggle as you feel your arm painfully being pinned behind your back. Everything about your situation is screaming bad, wrong, and evil to your senses.
Thunder booms overhead and across the rooftops. The rain dampens your school uniform turning your school uniform from a tasteful tan color to a dark, murky brown and turning the white translucent.
Fingers trail, feather-light, over your body. The swirling sensation sends shivers up your spine, simultaneously disgustingly wrong and desirable, like a bad drug trip. You can feel your arm as it is hitched up higher, forcing you to gasp in pain and terror.
Fingers inch around you as the swirling stops. There is a feeling that starts at your waist, but begins to move its way further up. At the same time, you feel hands forcing you to the ground, using leverage and prods to force you to kneel in front of these creatures. The cold pavement of the alley is hard and rough on your knees.
You try to fight and keep your feet under you, but it’s futile. You only succeed in scraping your knees along the ground, tearing your stockings and leaving painful gouges in your skin from the dirt and gravel.
The shadowy monsters snarl and latch onto your legs, prying them apart. As your soft pink panties come into view, they chirp happily to each other in a language foreign to you.
You’re clumsy, and not very strong, and there’s this roiling despair in your gut that’s telling you how desperate your situation is.
The exploring hands and fingers elicit the first whimper from you, as one of them brushes against your budding breast. Their slim fingers explore your body, ignoring your pathetically weak struggle against being pinned and your sobbing. They continue to spread your legs with one hand on each, while others pull down and remove your stockings, while others are steadily moving closer to your most precious place.
“Please…” You beg. “I don’t want to…”
A part of your terrified brain is thankful for the rain hiding your arousal because that part of your brain knows your last statement wasn’t 100 percent truthful. You have never been able tell anybody, excect for some nameless strangers online, but you have a fetish for non-consensual sex. This only makes this situation more horrifying. It’s not just your body betraying you, but some beastly part of your own mind is getting off on your own despair.
You hear giggling as hands at your breast begin to knead it, forcing a moan out of you that you desperately try to hide as shock. The hands that remove your stockings have slowly traced back up your legs to your knees and are delicately tracing lines of fire across your thighs.
You kick out, but one of the shadows uses this as an opportunity to slip under and between your legs. Blank, twisted faces stare towards your pussy for a moment before you feel those easily panties torn away, by their overwhelming numbers, revealing your puffy, smooth pussy to the cold night air and all that are nearby to see.
You overhear elicit statements and heated moans from these shadows which sends more bolts of fear and excitement down your body.
Your shirt opens, and you regret not wearing a bra despite your very petite bust when the cold air hits your nipples.
Your attention is drawn to a cock that is inches away from your face. A thick, heady scent of cock fills your nose, and your young mouth starts to salivate. You’re given your first close-up view of what a dick looks like. You’re so close you can see the individual veins on its hairless shaft bulging and you notice that the thick bulbous head is glistening enticingly with a small drop of pre-cum.
You grit your teeth despite knowing you probably can’t stop this thing from pushing past your lips, still determined to try to stop it from getting past your teeth.
As this penis presses against your lips you feel something warm and special. Your lips, of course, are easily pursed despite your best effort and you begin to taste the pre-cum through your teeth.
It’s salty, and makes your mouth water even more. Beyond that, the situation surrounding this forced blowjob and the salty, lustful taste slowly spreading through your mouth is making you soaked downstairs. You find yourself spending much of your willpower fighting not just the cock, which continues to painfully push past your teeth, but your own urge to submit your body.
You struggle valiantly. Your jaw clenches like a vise, and the figure, no matter how hard it presses against the barrier, simply cannot get inside you. Though the precum is still mixing with your saliva, and your lips kiss the head of his cock; maybe a bit more on-purpose than most girls would. You feel both scared and a thrill at the prospect you might choke if your determination fails.
That momentary lapse in fortitude allows your jaw to loosen just enough, and you can feel the cock start to slip into your mouth properly. The head spreads your lips open wide, and soon you’ve fit it all in your mouth. Your lips slip down around the head, and form a natural seal. It continues to enter you until it hits the back of your throat, and your gag reflex triggers. As you gag a bit you begin to feel gentle pressure on your head allowing the cock to intrude further into your mouth. Your gagging made your eyes water, and you let the tears flow freely.
“Poor little thing. You’ve never sucked a cock before, have you?”
A voice mocks knowingly.
“Do you want me to be harsh with you?”
It asks flatly.
Your eyes open wide and your pupils shink to the size of pinheads. Your hyper cognizant of the hands gently pressing you onto the massive cock in your mouth. Of the hands massaging and groping your breast and nipples. Of the other finger pressing and rubbing against your clit.
And only then do you nod.
You want to be raped. You want to be used.
You want this monster to force you to suck this dick.
Source: reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/p4814u/lurking_in_the_shadows_cncfemale_victim