It All Went So Wrong – [M/F][nc][RAPE][anal][Mdom][no seriously, it’s dark][snuff threats][Fiction]

Alice slammed her car door closed, immediately using the keys to start the engine. The bitter cold of late winter nipped at her bones. Out of instinct, her hand reached over and turned on the heat, only for the cold air of the evening to be blasted at her face.

“God damnit,” she muttered, “this food better be worth it.”

She turned off the air blowing at her and sat rubbing her arms for warmth as she waited for relief to come. She was tired of the cold and longed once more for the light-filled days of summer to arrive sooner rather than later.

Any other day she would have stayed home for the night and cooked herself, but she had already promised this evening to another.

“At least this one has a job,” she mused, pulling out her phone and re-reading the messages she had exchanged. His name was Ben, and he seemed a nice enough guy. She had met him by chance at the gym she frequented, lifting weights within eyesight of her cardio workout.

Once, they had made eye contact, catching each other looking at the other. Alice liked his smile; his eyes crinkled at the edges when he laughed at her corny jokes. It reminded Alice of her father…

She shook her head, dismissing the thought before it could manifest. She didn’t like thinking of dad. His memories brought up pain and regret; sadness and longing soon followed.

Alice looked at Ben’s pictures again, noting the new post he’d made on Instagram showing off his arms while looking to the side. The photo was in black and white with just the lightest touch of filtering.

“Maybe I should ask him for help on mine,” she thought, tabbing over to her profile, noting the severe lack of followers. She had posted a number of images for the last few months, hoping just a little to get some positive feedback. She felt better about herself since she had lost the weight carried since childhood. Alice had worked hard on her figure, eating right and exercising. The problem was she didn’t know social media; just posting pictures wouldn’t bring hungry eyes.

And it was hungry eyes she’d been wanting. She’d never admit it to anyone, but her weight loss journey had been for one reason: she was lonely. She’d hit twenty-five just as the pandemic hit, putting the rest of her life on hold. For two years, she had been isolating and weathering the storm, being a good little citizen and not going around others.

Though introverted by nature, the last several months had been particularly hard on her need for human contact. Starting back at the gym had seemed like an easy way to be around other people, but it just made Alice uncomfortable.

No, not uncomfortable. Horny. As soon as she’d opened the doors, a wafting smell of human exertion entered her senses; sweat and humidity were all around. Just being around those people, barely clothed, grunting, slick with perspiration, made her wet. It hadn’t before the pandemic, but this sudden closeness with other human bodies made her realize she’d been using toys to get herself off for too long.

Hence, Ben. He was the third guy she’d gone out with, the first two through dating apps. Those hadn’t had much charisma to speak of, and Alice couldn’t bring herself to pity fuck them.

So it had been with trepidation that she’d agreed to a meeting with Ben. He was taller than her, standing 6’3” to her 5’2”. She’d always leaned toward taller men.

Having waited as long as she could bear, Alice once more turned on the heat, delighted to find it was warming up. She stretched, then put the car in gear and started her 30-minute drive to this guy’s house.

Their first date the week before had been fantastic. He’d met her at a little cafe near the gym, and they’d spent the better part of two hours just exchanging views and interests. Thankfully he seemed not just good but normal. The kind of normal that friends give off when you’ve been around each other for years. He just seemed to get her.

They’d parted after that, but the last several days had been a non-stop back and forth of texting. Alice knew she was in trouble when she started skipping a beat at the vibration of her phone. Despite herself, she couldn’t resist starting to tease him digitally. She made innuendo commonplace in their discussions and hinted toward things she’d like to do with him when they got some alone time.

Continuing her drive through the pouring, icy rain, she put on some music to take her mind off the growing restlessness of her body. It had been a long time since she’d gotten laid, and tonight seemed like it could be the night.

He’d invited her for a home-cooked meal, regaling her with tales of his trip to Italy years ago, giving him a chance to pick up secrets.

“They’re too precious to divulge,” he said, responding to her inquiries for more details, “you have to taste them to believe.”

He’d asked for her favorites, pledging to “rock her world” with how he could make them. That line had piqued her interest, to say the least.

It also didn’t hurt that she’d eyed him up more closely at the gym since their talk. She didn’t know for sure, but at some points, it had looked like he wasn’t short on assets downstairs. Maybe it was the lighting, but a girl could hope.

Not that she could really claim to have much of a preference. She’d slept with a total of 3 guys in her life, though she’d fooled around with a few more on top of that. She’d talked a lot with her friends about their experiences, getting tips and asking questions. They’d been pushing her to get out dating again for a while, happy to finally see her taking the suggestion seriously.

It wasn’t that she was a prude, far from it. If anyone saw her browsing history, Alice was pretty sure she’d be put on more than a few ‘lists’. It’s just that she had to feel really comfortable with someone before getting undressed with them. Partially this was no doubt related to her heavier body previously, but there were other reasons she’d hesitated.

Interrupting her train of thought, the sound of an incoming text came through; her phone started reading it off.

“Text from BEN GYM” came the announcement, “Hey you as well, just got your voicemail. I’m out of the meeting and starting dinner as I type this. Looking forward to seeing you, smiley face.”

The text-to-speech left something to be desired, but the gist was there.

Her stomach was doing cartwheels. All the old feelings of nervousness about getting to know someone new always caught her off guard.

She mentally ran through preparations in her mind, making sure nothing had been forgotten. After work, she’d showered and took the opportunity to address her hair down south. She’d let it grow into a jungle, more or less. It didn’t bother her what it looked like, but she wanted to make the best impression in case they both got lucky that night.

She’d settled on a classy landing strip, lining up the edges as sharply as she could. In the end, looking at herself in the mirror, she liked what she saw. Not only that, but the date had lined up perfectly with her period schedule, ensuring aunt flo wouldn’t be making an appearance.

She let out a breath she hadn’t realized she’d been holding. Loosening her death grip on the steering wheel, she took some deep breaths. Despite this, she could feel her heart rate rising the closer she got to his apartment.

She exited the freeway and navigated surface streets, arriving at the complex.

It was large, 5 or 6 stories by the looks of it. Each level was divided into two units, with plenty of floor space for the apartment from the looks of it outside.

“Not bad at all,” she thought, “he can take care of himself, another green flag.”

Alice consulted the message he’d sent her one last time, confirming the apartment and grabbing her purse from the passenger seat.

Pulling the edges of her coat collar close, she pressed forward and half-walked, half-jogged to the covered area leading to the stairs. Fortunately, he was on the ground level, just a short distance from the parking lot.

She approached the entrance, her jitters reaching a peak as she pressed the camera doorbell’s button.

A moment passed…then another…

A small worry in the back of her head caused anxiety to spike throughout her. She strained to detect any approaching footsteps, hearing nothing. Then, suddenly, the door swung open, and a rush of warmth from inside washed over her.

Standing in the doorway, Ben looked down at Alice with a small smile.

“Well hello there. Please, come in, don’t want you drenched,” he said, turning to the side and motioning with his free hand for her to enter. Looking in, Alice could see light coming from the next room.

“Thanks for inviting me,” she said, smiling at him in return.

She entered, proceeding down the hallway. At first glance, Alice was even more impressed with what she saw here than outside. A well-appointed home, complete with actual furniture and area rugs.

The majority of her experience with male homes was from college, seeing the worst that men in their twenties could live in. While she’d never liked those conditions, she’d come to expect them.

Seeing this tidy, well-put-together bachelor pad was refreshing. And yes, it was definitely a bachelor pad. The comfy recliner lined up dead-center with the tv, game controllers littered the tv stand, and there was a mini-fridge in the living room.

It was arranged tastefully, but no woman lived here, that was certain.

Arriving at the kitchen, Ben softly walked past her to the oven, opening it to check the cooking therein.

The room was awash with the smells of heavenly food. A heavy, but beautifully aromatic Italian-garlic scent started making her mouth water. It had been several hours since she’d last eaten; he’d told her to come hungry.

Looking over at him, she spied what looked like delicious bread getting baked. Alice admired his body as he rotated the tray. The way his muscles flexed subtly under his shirt as he moved gave Alice dirty thoughts. He was wearing a white button-up that was one size too small and black slacks that hugged his legs.

Ben’s eyes met hers. She felt caught and looked away, taking in her surroundings. The area was an open design, the kitchen leading into the dining area spacious and decorated with art. Nothing too extraordinary, but she was impressed nonetheless.

Ben came around the kitchen counter behind her while she gawked.

“Can I take your coat?” he asked, holding out a hand. She acquiesced and slipped off her black covering. Underneath, she wore a grey dress highlighted in silver, the top keeping her shoulders revealed. He’d made comments on her physique and had decided to wear something that showed it off.

“Thank you. How long have you lived here?” she asked and thereafter had a conversation with him on his coming to the area from a few cities over a couple of years ago. They talked about the area while he cooked the last few parts of their meal. This was apparently an elderly community, and his aunt had lived here before passing away. He’d been allowed to live here for the time being while he sorted out her affairs.

Upon hearing of his loss, Alice expressed her condolences.

“Don’t worry about it, we weren’t very close. She passed without a friend in the world, kind of like how I worry I’ll go,” he said, looking down at the marinara he was stirring on the stovetop.

“Oh, come on, don’t be silly. You’re a friendly, handsome fellow. I find it hard to believe you’re at a loss for friends,” she said, leaning against the kitchen counter.

“You’d be surprised. Sometimes I’ll find someone, and then poof, they’re gone. I have an old girlfriend that calls people if she finds out I’m spending time with them. I’ve heard she tells them to stay away from me and lies about our relationship. It’s kind of pathetic, really,” he responded.

This set off a small flag in Alice’s mind.

“And idea what she says to them specifically?” she asked, trying to make it sound conversational.

“I don’t know, just things to hurt me and get others to cut off contact. Honestly, I should get some kind of restraining order on her,” Ben said, plating the food and ushering her into the dining area, “go ahead and take a seat; I’ll bring this all over.”

Alice sat and pulled out her phone. She sent a quick text to her friend saying she was on the date now and to call her in 30 minutes, just as a precaution. She liked this guy, and it could be true about his ex, but she had some small doubts now.

Ben came in all smiles, setting down pasta and bread dishes. Despite herself, Alice’s stomach growled, reminding her of just how hungry she was. Ben turned off all the kitchen appliances and settled down to eat himself.

He motioned for her to help herself as he plated some garlic bread. Alice complied and used the available utensils to get some food for herself.

All seemed well, they talked about movies and music they both enjoyed while also railing against the ones they despised. Ben seemed to share so many of the same interests as her. While they dined, Ben made an effort to steer the conversation to sex. He asked her about previous lovers and her experience.

She’d never had such a frank conversation about those things before, but she played along, getting a little hot under the collar as she did so. She opened up and admitted she hadn’t had a ton of opportunities to experiment and have fun before with many people. Ben assured her such was fine and that he had plenty of experience for the both of them.

Just when Alice had started to forget about that earlier concern she had, her phone lit up; it was her friend. She answered.

“Hey girly, how goes it?” her friend Bethany asked, the tone overly bubbly. They’d both played this part before, making a call for the other that gave them an out if needed.

“I’m good, Beth, I’ll talk to you tomorrow,” Alice replied, assuring her she was fine, and then hung up.

“Friend of yours?” asked Ben, eating the last of the food on his plate.

“Yeah, she’s just checking up on me,” she said, putting her phone in her purse at her feet.

“That’s good-” Ben started but was interrupted by a loud knocking at the door.

Alice looked at him as Ben’s eyes went to the door. The expression on his face was completely different than a moment ago, changed in an instant to a hard, anger-filled image that scared Alice. It reminded her of her father when he was angry.

Ben stood up from the table, not even bothering to look her way. He walked to the door and opened it with a quickness that made Alice jump.

“Yes? I’m busy,” he said with venom in his voice.

A steady voice started in response, “Hello, are you Benjamin Quince?”

“Yes,” came Ben’s reply, dark and foreboding.

“You’ve been served, have a good evening,” said the man. Alice could see an envelope being offered through the doorway to Ben.

“FUCK OFF!” Ben yelled and whipped the door closed, but not before the envelope was thrown through the doorway. This didn’t please Ben. He let out a little roar in displeasure and threw the door open again, tossing the papers outside.

Alice felt frozen. It had been years since she’d seen a display of anger like that. The vitriol and fuming disgust present on Ben’s face was terrifying to her.

Ben punched the door, paused, then looked back at her over his shoulder.

Alice tried to put on a brave face and not show the horror felt.

“Some people, huh?” she said lightheartedly.

Ben stomped over to the table and picked up dishes, angrily tossing them into the sink.

“I’m so done with that bitch trying to ruin my life. She keeps sending people to harass me when I just want her to leave me alone!” he hissed.

Alice had seen enough, she had no intention of being around this man anymore. She obviously hadn’t known him well enough before she made these plans to see him alone, which she was regretting.

“It’s okay, it’s alright, in fact I kind of need to go. I had something with a friend I forgot about, and I need to check in with her,” she said, working hard to keep the tremors from her voice.

Ben looked at her, eyes wide now.

“What? But we haven’t even watched something and..you know…” Ben motioned vaguely with his hands.

“Not a chance of that, thank you very much,” she thought and grabbed ahold of her purse, then stood up.

“I’m so sorry, we’ll hang out another time,” she lied, keeping eye contact with him.

Ben’s body language changed. Now instead of twitchy anger toward this ex, he was focused entirely on her.

“But…we had dinner and everything…did you not like it?” Ben said, seeming to deflate a little.

“No no, it was good, great even, but I really have to go, I’m so sorry,” she replied, and with that, she stepped toward the door heading out.

“Wait!” he said, calling back to her. Alice heard footsteps from behind and looked back in panic. There, Ben stood with her coat but still with those wide eyes.

“Don’t you want your coat?” he asked, holding it to his chest.

Alarm bells were ringing in Alice’s head, telling her to run and not look back, screw the coat. But another side of her worried that making any sudden moves to the door could set this guy off.

“Uh, thanks, thank you,” she stammered, stepping toward him slowly but trying not to seem slow.

She reached out to take the covering when Ben’s arm shot out and grabbed her wrist.

“Hey!” she exclaimed, a shot of adrenaline surging through her.

“Just listen!” he said, holding firm, “you’ve flirted with me constantly the last week. You wanted one of my home-cooked meals, and you got it. I’ve been a perfect gentleman. Why would you be so rude and just leave? What is this, dining and dashing?” he said, getting more and more irritated the more he spoke.

Alice’s vision started to tunnel. She heard his words, but her focus was on the hand wrapped around her wrist. That hand she’d had thoughts of previously now stopping her from leaving.

“It’s not like that, you’re scaring me,” she said, still trying to keep her voice level.

“Why do you think I went to all this trouble? I spent hours today getting everything ready for you, and the moment the meal is done, you’re just gonna leave? What the fuck is wrong with you?” he said, pulling her closer to him.

“Alice tripped a bit, losing her balance as Ben’s pull brought her near to his face.

“Please, just let me go, this is really freaking me out. I don’t like the yelling and…and…” she trailed off. She was having trouble thinking clearly, every part of her was screaming to wrench herself away and run.

“Un-fucking believable. Here I thought you were different, but no, you’re just like all the others. I show even the tiniest bit of frustration with the world, and suddenly you don’t want to be near me. Well, too fucking bad,” he spat at her, then pulled her hard after him. He was walking toward a part of the apartment she hadn’t seen yet.

“Dude, let go of me!” she replied, dropping her purse in the other hand and trying to pry his fingers off her wrist.

Ben looked back at her and grunted, “every goddamn time,” he mumbled, then his free hand came around and slapped her in the face point-blank. His hand collided with her cheek, causing her to stop resisting as she felt her face for blood.

“Shut. Up.” he said tersely, narrowing his eyes at her, “I am done having to hear whining from shit like you,” then continued pulling her through his home.

Between being pulled against her will like she was a toddler and his smack to her head, Alice’s mind felt fuzzy. The surreal situation was overwhelming. She hadn’t felt like this in years…not since her father…

Alice’s vision cleared as Ben dragged her toward what she now saw was the bedroom.

“I had wanted to just watch Netflix and chill, maybe you’d suck me off, and I’d finger you, but nooo, you had to be a difficult little bitch about it. Why do you all act the same?” he said, almost to himself.

Alice snapped to and absolutely positively did NOT want to go into that room with him.

“Let me go, please, I promise we’ll hang out again later, I’ll forget everything that’s happened,” she pleaded, her voice breaking, tears starting to form at the corners of her eyes. She still kept trying to pull away from him.

“No, you won’t stop lying,” he said, “you’re just like HER, always lying and making promises. Always telling me you’ll put out, then running away. I’m sick of it. Just get on the bed,” he said. Grabbing her waist with his other hand, he tossed her onto his mattress. It was king-sized with only one pillow on it.

Finally free, Alice looked around. It was a very spartan bedroom, featuring only a dresser and a small table other than the bed itself.

Ben closed the door. Alice heard that latching and started to sob.

“Please, please just let me go, I haven’t done anything to you, you’re scaring me!” she said, looking into his eyes, trying to find some sympathy.

“And still with the lies. YOU flirted with ME at the gym. YOU sent ME dirty texts all week. Now, I did what you asked and made the best meal you’ve ever had, and all you want to do is leave. Fucking no, I’ve been blue balled too long, and we’re either doing this the easy way or the hard way.”

Alice felt a coldness run through her. A deep, dark sensation. She looked down and saw an outline in his pants. He was hard.

She crawled backward on the bed, wanting to put as much distance between him and her as possible.

“Take off your dress,” he said as he pulled off his shirt.

Alice didn’t reply, instead curling up into herself as she looked at him with terror.

“Alright, the hard way,” he said, then lunged at her.

The sudden movement caught her by surprise, his hands reaching for and finding her ankles. Pulling her toward him, Alice started screaming as she flailed.

Her assailant leaped onto her, stifling her scream with his hand.

“Don’t make me really hurt you,” he said, his voice now low and threatening.

Alice looked at him with wide eyes and screamed again, still trying to wrestle out from under him.

His other hand now grasped her neck, his large, powerful hands closing around her. His hand squeezed, cutting off her air. Alice quickly started seeing stars and couldn’t breathe. She stopped struggling under him.

After another moment of her compliance, Ben loosened his grip.

“You yell again, and I’ll be fucking your corpse, understand?” he said.

Alice nodded, not trusting her voice to speak. Tears now flowed freely down her cheeks, mascara carried with them.

“Is he really about to rape me?” she thought, “Is this really happening right now?”

As Ben’s hand came off her throat, Alice started coughing, getting her breath back. Ben pulled back and got off her, his weight so much more than she expected.

“See, this can be easy if you let it just happen. Stop fighting me and come here,” he said, and with that, he once more grabbed her ankles and pulled her near to him at the edge of the bed.

“Pull up your dress, I want to see you,” he ordered, a greedy look in his eyes.

Alice only hesitated a moment, the indignity of giving him what he wanted galled her.

She wiggled back and forth on the bed, pulling her dress up and under her revealing what was beneath.

Ben whistled, “Well, well, well, what do we have here? Red sexy panties, thank you so much for wearing them, red’s my favorite color, you know,” Ben said gleefully.

The worst part was she DID know that, he’d mentioned it before and she’d worn them for him. The thought made her sick.

“What are you going to do to me?” she asked, the question weighed on her.

Ben didn’t answer right away, instead kneeling down in front of her and licking his lips. He wrapped his arms under her legs, pulling her closer still.

“I’m gonna make you feel so good,” he said, his hands reaching for the sides of her panties.

Alice had a fleeting moment of panic and a desire to kick him in the face. But with no chance of actually overpowering him and getting out, she felt stuck. Her stomach roiled within her.

Ben pulled her panties down, exposing the skin beneath. A beautiful petite frame surrounded the cutest pussy. Alice was mostly an innie, but two tiny little wings showed themselves, peeking out and teasing what lay inside.

“A landing strip, well, you certainly had plans coming here tonight, that’s for sure. I do love a woman that knows how to groom,” he said.

Leaning down, Ben looked up at her, smiled, then brought his tongue to her pussy. The feeling of warmth immediately hit Alice’s senses, sending jolts of electricity up and down her body. He licked feverishly, without rhythm. One moment he’d be near her clit, the next was at the bottom near her asshole.

Alice lay there frozen, held up by her forearms on the bed. She wanted this to end, to get out of there, to never think about this night again, but she was petrified of what would happen if she fought him again.

Only a few minutes passed when Ben stood up and wiped his mouth.

“Alright, you’re welcome for that, but now it’s my turn. Which hole?” he asked, looking at her expectantly.

“Uh, what?” she asked, not having expected the question.

“Which hole?” he asked again. As he said this, his hands went to his crotch, rubbing his dick from the outside.

“I…none?” she said, still trying to understand the question.

Ben sighed.

“Unbelievable, I give you the choice of how you’ll get me off, and you just sit there like a dumb bitch. Do you want me in your mouth, your pussy, or your ass?” he said, rubbing his cock more. Alice could see the head protruding out from under his hand.

“Please, I just want to go home,” she said. More tears, sobbing, she felt like a broken person, “my dad abused me just after high school. He…he made me get him off and..and…he did things to me,”

Alice broke down in yet more tears, sobbing into her hands, now sitting on the bed.

Ben paused a moment.

“What did he do to you?” he asked, still rubbing himself from outside his pants.

“He…he fucked me and slapped me. Please, I need to go home,” she pleaded, hoping desperately for some compassion from this man.

Ben looked at her evenly, still rubbing.

“Where did he fuck you?” he asked, licking his lips.

Alice could see there was no sympathy, no pity. He was getting off to this. With nothing she said having helped, she closed her mouth, still crying.

“I said, WHERE DID HE FUCK YOU?” he yelled. Alice was taken aback at the volume, then put her head down.

“He fucked my pussy,” she said softly between sobs.

Ben moaned, his eyes closing for a moment as he took in what she said.

“He’s a fucking monster,” she thought.

“Then we’ll start there,” he said, unbuckling his slacks. The jangle of metal as he undid his belt seemed as loud as bells. In no time at all, his belt and pants fell around his ankles. He wasn’t wearing any underwear.

Alice tried pulling her legs close to her, but Ben grabbed her ankles and pulled her to the edge of the bed once more. Her pussy exposed, Alice looked over and saw his dick. It wasn’t just large, it was the biggest she’d ever seen in person. It had to be 8 inches long, but the scary part was the girth. He was wide, wide enough that Alice thought her hand wouldn’t even be able to wrap around it.

“Please, no, I don’t want to fuck you, please, I can’t fit that in me, this is rape!” she hissed, her ankles fighting to get free.

“Oh, you will, but the talking is over,” he said and lined up his cock to her slit. She watched as his cock entered her, pressing past her lips and filling her up. He moaned in satisfaction as he felt her warm sides greet his shaft. She tried to clench, but that just made the feeling that much better.

He got about three-quarters of the way in when he came up against a wall. Pressing harder, Alice yelled out in pain.

“Motherfucker, that’s my cervix!” she said, trying to get him out of her.

“God, you have such a tight pussy,” he said, ignoring her pleas.

Ben pulled out until only the tip was still in her, then rammed in again, slamming mercilessly into her.

The pain was like nothing she’d ever felt. The head of his cock kept running into her and sending pain radiating through her body.

“Please, stop that, anything but that,” she said desperately, crying more.

Surprisingly, he obliged. Alice felt him pull out of her completely, now towering over her.

“Alright,” he said, “fine, as I said, I’m a gentleman and will make accommodations.”

Alice puzzled over his use of “accommodations”, then was shocked to feel him grab into both of her thighs and turn her over, now using his left hand to pin her lower back to the bed.

“Your ass doesn’t have a cervix,” he said, and pulled her hips up to meet him.

“No! I’ve never done anal!” she screamed, finding Ben’s right hand clenched around her neck from behind, now starting to cut off the blood to her brain.

“Last warning,” he said, then let go, “and one tip, don’t clench, it’ll hurt a lot more.”

And with that, he pressed the head of his cock to her asshole, spreading it, and started pushing in.

“Wait! At least some lube, please,” she pleaded through tears.

Ben sighed, annoyed.

“Fine,” he said, then pulled his cock away and spit on her asshole.

Alice was shocked, surely that wasn’t going to be it? She felt him spit on her again, rubbing his head in it. She was about to say something else when he pressed into her ass in earnest.

She’d never had anything in there before, not even once. She felt his shaft pushing in, heedless of her sobbing. He was about halfway in, and she could tell he was enjoying it.

“Sick fuck,” she thought, then grunted as another inch made it inside. He was just so damn big! Why did he have to have such a huge cock? Her asshole burned. Without lube, everything was so rough.

He pumped in, again and again, each time pressing deeper until finally, he was completely inside her.

“Ah, yes, goddamn, that feels good. Now that wasn’t so hard, was it?” he asked condescendingly.

As he held himself there, Alice could feel the bastard’s heartbeat through his cock.

“Just cum, please,” she said, not even trying to look back at him. She felt exhausted from fighting him and getting nowhere, her body just shutting down and taking what was done.

“Heh, already cum yourself, huh? Alright, come here,” he said and repositioned his hands on her hips. He set his footing, then started fucking her in earnest. He went at her for several minutes, each thrust causing an unbearable burning in Alice’s ass.

Then, she felt a change. His pace picked up, and his breathing became ragged. He was close to climax.

“Fuuuuuck!” he moaned, and Alice could feel the streams of his cum shooting into her. Pumping a few more times, then shivered and finally collapsed beside her on the bed. Alice leaned the other way and sat there sobbing a moment.

“You can leave, bitch. Don’t lead anyone on that you aren’t gonna fuck,” he said, then closed his eyes.

Alice quickly got up, legs shaking, and made her way out of the bedroom, closing the door behind her. She left his place a mess and broken, unable to believe she’d just been raped.

It wouldn’t be the last time, however.

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