I wrote this when I was having writer’s block over my current erotica series. Thought I would share. I do want to write more than dark erotica, but I guess it’s not out of my system yet.
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Bad things happen to good people. Life isn’t fair. Many of us can get up again after we’ve been pushed down. We can clean ourselves off and traverse the bumps in the road ahead.
However, sometimes, bad things happen to good people and they can never recover. They’re pushed down for good and they remain in the dirt. These good people become perpetually filthy.
Sometimes good girls are destined to become dirty girls. Even if they don’t want to be.
I was pushed down when I was driving from college to see my parents. It was a two-hour drive but I was in no rush. I’ve always been a good driver, obeying the speed limits. I’ve never had a ticket in my life.
I had a healthy relationship with my boyfriend. I flourished in my classes. I had a nice group of friends.
I was a good girl. A clean girl.
I passed by a police car which pulled out of its spot after me. Initially, I panicked. I checked my speed but I was going the limit. I knew I didn’t have any break lights out and my headlights were fine. My car was in the best condition it’s been in in a while. And I was a good driver.
The cop would probably pull off somewhere soon.
For the next ten miles, the police car continued to follow me.
Now, I was concerned. I started to drive slightly slower. I made sure my hands were always in ten and two. My phone was away in the compartment beneath the radio. There was no reason for me to be pulled over.
The lights came on, lighting up the road around me. At this point, we were on some back road. No other cars were around. The sun was touching the treetops in the distance.
*Please be a female cop… Please be a female cop…*
I slowly moved to the side of the road and when I stopped I subconsciously tried to pull down my dress. I was feeling confident today and the weather was warm, even when it got dark. I was wearing my favorite summer dress which ended halfway down my thighs. Turquoise with a white circle patterns all around.
I waited to be approached, with my license and registration in hand.
I swallowed when the police officer exited his car. *His* car.
I knew I had nothing to worry about. I would be fine. I was having foolish worries. We’ve all heard about horror stories with police officers… I couldn’t help but worry. There were no cars around. It was only him and I on this back road.
No… I would be fine.
He knocked on my window.
“Sorry,” I smiled, “Was just lost in thought.”
He didn’t smile back. “License and registration,” he said.
I handed them to him and looked him up and down. Truly a trained police officer. His lean muscles showed beneath his uniform and his face was handsome and clean shaven. He was quite mature. Mid thirties maybe? Definitely older than me.
I couldn’t hide how nervous I was. He wasn’t speaking.
“So,” I spoke up, “Was I speeding?”
He looked back at me and smiled. His smile was charming.
“No,” he said, “I pulled you over for passing me without giving me your number.” He leaned on my car door.
My mind raced. I couldn’t believe this. This couldn’t be happening.
My heart raced. I laughed politely.
“That’s very flattering,” she said. “But… was there a reason why I was pulled over?”
His smile became a little smaller and asked me where I was going.
My anxiety raged. This was a joke. This cop *wasn’t* hitting on me right now. There’s no way this was happening to me.
I told him where I was going.
He asked me if I was single.
My voice shook as I spoke. “I’m sorry but… if there’s no reason for me being pulled over I would like to leave now…”
His smile vanished. “I pulled you over because you were texting.”
My face became hot. My eyes grew wide. “I was not texting.”
“Yes,” he nodded firmly, “You were. And,” he started to sniff. He sniffed louder and louder. “Miss, I would like you to step out of the car.”
All I could hear was my heart beat. “Wh…why?”
“Step out of the car,” he said.
What do I do? Speed off? Say no? Can I say no to a cop when I’ve been pulled over? If I drove off I would be arrested for sure. But if I got out… I would be even more vulnerable.
“No.” I said firmly.
“No?” he asked with a raised eyebrow.
“No, I would like my license and registration back.” Tears started to swell up. I was so afraid. I knew something was wrong. Terribly wrong. “No, I would like to leave now, if you have no good reason to pull me over.”
“Step… out… of the car…” he said firmly.
I turned the keys, hard, starting the car.
Something cold and metallic was held to my head.
My breathing became loud and my entire body froze. My thinking ceased. He was holding a gun to my head. How? Cops have cameras on their dashboards don’t they? He would get caught for this, right?
I started to cry. “What… what…”
“Get out of the car.”
My hand shook as I reached for the door handle. I finally opened it and got up, feeling like I wanted to vomit. The gun was still pressed to my head and I was crying ugly cries of fear.
“On your knees.”
“Okay… okay…” I slowly got to my knees.
*I’m going to die… I’m going to die… Why? Why is this happening?*
He knelt down as well and forced my hands behind my back. Cold handcuffs were slapped around my wrists. My sobs burst out of me and I leaned forward, unable to see or breathe properly. I was crying so hard.
“What’s – what’s going-g-g on?” I cried. I slowly turned and through tears a car slowly drove past.
“Help me!!” I screamed. “Help me, please!!”
The car drove on, thinking I was just another criminal.
He helped me stand up and led me to his car. “Answer me!” I shouted, “What’s going on?!”
No answer. I was hyperventilating as he opened the back of his car and pushed me inside. I sat inside and he stared at me from outside. A smile grew on his face.
No more cars were visible in the distance and he got in the front seat and started to drive off. I didn’t even ask him about my car. In fact, I was screaming in the back and he didn’t even seem to mind.
At long last, I stopped. Confusion plagued my mind. I felt like I was in a dream. Everything had escalated so quickly and my head was spinning. I simply sat and cried, feeling my face tingle and sting. We continued to drive down the road and I prepared to do whatever I had to do in order to defend myself. If I had a moment I would take it.
The car pulled out into a rest area along the side of the woods and he got out.
As soon as he opened the door I did my best to launch out. I shoved into him and tried to run, but he easily grabbed me.
I turned and sunk my teeth into his arm, but with a single strike to the head I was filled with pain and lost my grip. Then, he held me tight and dragged me into the woods entrance. Still, I tried to run, but he grabbed me.
Then, I screamed. I screamed and screamed, lurching my voice from the deepest part of my belly, until the gun was shoved into my open mouth. He gripped my head hard and I looked back into those dangerous eyes with fear for my life. The gun was cold and it tasted like blood.
“Walk. If you scream again, I’ll break your arm. Trust me, I know how to do it. If you still scream after that I’ll shoot you in the leg and carry you. If you continue to resist me I’ll just beat you bloody and leave you in the woods, handcuffed to die. Understand?”
I couldn’t see him past my building tears.
“DO. YOU. UNDERSTAND?”
I nodded my head “yes” as much as I could with him gripping it. Then, he released me and I started coughing from the remaining taste in my mouth. He commanded me to walk. And I did. I walked and walked, twigs getting into my sandals and stumbling over rocks.
He brought me to an opening and threw me onto the ground. My legs squeezed together and I wanted to scream but I didn’t want to be hurt. But if I didn’t scream no one would help. I was conflicted and couldn’t stop my heart and mind from raging panic.
I didn’t have time to decide what to do before his body was on top of me. I yelped out in shock but his hand squeezed again over my mouth. His eyes dug into me and I knew I had no choice.
He would do what he wished with me.
I clenched my eyes as his hands ran through my hair and felt my face.
“You are beautiful,” he grunted, before his tongue ran up my neck and lapped up the tears from my wet face. I struggled, even though I knew there was nothing I could do. His tongue made goosebumps shoot up from my skin everywhere on my body and I was dizzy from sobbing.
“Please…” I could only resort to pleading as he tasted my neck. “Please… Don’t…”
He moved his nose into my hair and along the other side of my neck, breathing in deeply. He was a beast soaking in the innocence of his prey. Strong and violent in intention.
“Pl… please…” I still begged until his mouth wrapped around mine. I squeezed my lips together and clenched my eyes. His tongue was warm and soft across my mouth, making me shake, and I could only smell his saliva. A hand clenched a tuft of my hair and I wanted to yelp out, like the helpless victim I was, but I refused. I still refused him despite the circumstances.
“Open your mouth,” he commanded, his breath hot and heavy on my face, then he moved back to licking and sucking on my lips.
I could bite him. I could bite his tongue. He would bleed out if I did it hard enough.
But then what would happen to me? He would probably bleed out to death so what would stop him from just shooting me? Should I –
My body lurched up after an impact in my gut made me choke on air. My eyes practically bulged and my mouth snapped open, reaching for air that wouldn’t come. The fist that had slammed into me was now a hand that was squeezing my neck and his tongue entered my mouth.
*No… Can’t… Breathe…*
I’ve never been forced to kiss a man. My body was hot and I wanted to vomit but I just wouldn’t. His tongue swirled across mine and each time his mouth closed he slurped up my spit. He sucked, his mouth completely covering mine and his mouth reached deeper and deeper.
I felt funny now, with him forcing his mouth onto mine. What else would he do with his tongue? I found myself tingling and clenching in ways I didn’t want to. My body seemed to soften up and I was yielding into him now.
But only for a moment, until I caught myself. What was wrong with me? No, this can’t feel good. How could this feel good?
How would I tell my boyfriend? How would I live after being… being…
Would I even survive this in the end?
He finished kissing me, my mouth soaked and he pulled out his gun shoved it in as I gasped for breath, forcing me to breathe hard through my nose. He cocked the handle.
I looked at him with desperation. But it was clear he wasn’t going to kill me. Not yet, at least. Not until after he’d devoured every last bit of innocence I had left inside me.
“Careful with that being in your mouth,” he smiled, his mouth kissing me down the front of my neck, making my heart flutter, and his tongue moved between my breasts. “Don’t want to accidentally shoot yourself.”
I made sure my mouth was completely still. It was hard when his hands dug into my sides and felt the natural curves of my body. His hands pressed into my waist and his nose smelled me until it landed at the very bottom of my torso. His mouth was close to…
My legs squeezed tighter and I heard him chuckle as his hands slid up my body to massage my breasts. My mouth moved involuntarily and the metal taste made me sick.
“Small,” he said, making me blush harder, “But everything else is so nice. You’re such a cutie.”
My face was on fire and I did my best to place my mind elsewhere. But every time he felt me I was brought back to the present. His fingers moved just right, discovering my nipples and pressing into their hardness. He then moved back up and grabbed the gun, moving it in and out of my mouth. It made me gag each time he shoved it in deep with aggression.
“I might get too excited and squeeze it,” he laughed. He then pulled it out and I coughed, breathing in as much air as I could. I no longer begged or pleaded. My thighs vibrated from how hard I’ve been pressing them together, straining my muscles. The tip of the gun ran down my front, pressing into my skin.
“Oh…” he said, “That’s really going to stop me,” he said, clearly referring to my thighs. He put the gun down and his hands felt them. “Wow, I always forget how amazingly soft girls’ legs are.” His hands pressed into my flesh and rubbed. His skin was rough against mine and his slightly stubbled face caressed them as well. He moved down, taking his time, savoring the feel of my legs.
Then, to my protesting, he slowly forced my legs apart. I fought against him. He was having fun while I looked back at him with hatred and hopelessness. His arms were stronger than my legs and he succeeded, gazing at me down there.
Tears formed again and I turned away, breathing harder than I think I ever have in my life.
“I can smell you…” he chuckled.
*No you can’t… stop saying such things…*
“I can tell you’re wet.” His hands continued to rub my spread legs.
*No I’m not… I would never…*
A hand pressed into me and I gasped sharply, quickly squeezing my legs together again. However, he was keeping one pinned with a leg of his own and his other hand kept the other one where it was. His fingers pressed around, not penetrating me, teasing me with his hand.
“You’re so soft,” he breathed heavily, moving his fingers in circles. They pressed into a part of me that was rising… swelling more than I wanted it to. My voice was let out of my mouth despite my inner protests. “Oh fuck yeah,” he grunted.
His face slammed in between my legs. Now, my thighs closed in tight reactively, closing around his head. His nose was pressed into my clit and his tongue flicked up and down, pressing my panties inside of me.
My voice cried out, a moan of pleasure I couldn’t resist. He was making me feel good. His face pressed into me so aggressively. Eating his defenseless captive. His face swished back and forth, his tongue so powerful. My voice continued to cry out in fear and each time he pressed into me my voice made a sound that was so unlike me.
Noises my own boyfriend have never formed within me.
He finished up, wiping his mouth, gripping a leg and the hardness in his pants slammed into me. I grunted. He squeezed my raised leg and his pelvis rhythmically humped into me. He was so hard… and it slid up and down, rubbing me in the best places. He tore off my sandal and his mouth wrapped around my foot making a small laugh crawl out of me. It made me cry more, not wanting to laugh during all of this. His teeth and tongue went to work along the sides and on my toes.
My body was becoming hotter. My pussy… My pussy squeezed and his hips pressed so hard into me it was unreal. Something I’ve never felt before… the things he was doing were things I’ve never felt before.
He lifted up my hips, continuing to hump me and pressed his body into my chest, shoving his tongue within my mouth once again. I moaned beneath his kiss, and his arms wrapped around me, humping me good, deeply kissing me. So much saliva… his tongue was so strong… his hips were pressing in so well…
*What is happening to me…*
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How long was he teasing me for? I couldn’t tell. My body was nothing but a thumping heart and heavy breaths. He had ripped off my panties and eaten me out aggressively for a long time. His mouth enjoyed my other bare foot and his fingers penetrated me, wiggling and pinching me in a stinging yet satisfying ways.
Now… his dick was in front of me. Throbbing and larger than any other I’ve seen… though I haven’t seen many. He rubbed it on my face and jabbed it beneath my nostril. He commanded me not to bite or use teeth or else he would do to me what he promised he would earlier. I believed him.
I found my chest becoming hotter and my mouth producing more saliva than usual. It smelled… It smelled like something I wanted. His hand held my head and he told me to look up at him. My eyes watched his eyes and my mouth opened slightly.
He did the rest, shoving it deep into me, gripping my head tightly. His dick filled my mouth, reaching to the back of my throat. I wanted to gag, but resisting the gag felt amazing, making my body become his even more. At first, I thought of resisting but as his dick remained inside me I allowed the spit to form around it and take in the taste.
*I’ve never sucked my boyfriend’s dick before… So this is what it’s like…*
Then, he moved and he told me to move around my tongue. He moaned each time he moved it in and somehow it made me want to move my mouth more, in various ways.
“Oh fuck, this mouth,” he grunted. His hands rubbed and scratched my head, “You fucking dirty girl.”
My chin and chest were becoming wet from all that leaked out from my lips. My pussy clenched hard at the comment and my body jerked.
*You fucking dirty girl… He was so turned on by me…*
He continued to hump my face, his dick reaching in far and dragging out my old life with it. I knew I would never be the same, no matter what he did with me when he was done. He slammed my face harder now, becoming lost in the sensation of my throat and tongue. But then, he ripped it out of me and instead of spitting out everything that built up in my mouth I swallowed it all. It was a lot of spit and there was a remaining taste of him.
I… didn’t want to want more, but I couldn’t help it. I couldn’t do anything to stop it anyways. I was completely his.
Then, his dick pressed into my pussy and I lurched, gasping loudly. He pushed and pushed, spreading me apart and my eyes rolled back at the sensation of my walls resisting him. He forced them aside, rubbing my insides. There was nothing else like it, and it kept reaching and digging inside.
“Ohhh,” my voice called out, the most feminine cry I had ever made. My head hit back on the ground as his hands squeezed my waist and slammed the rest inside. I never knew I could squeeze so hard down there, and I didn’t know how powerful a dick could be. It pulled in and out, and each time he fucked me his pelvis touched me.
I moaned again tossing my head side to side. My toes curled and my legs wrapped around him, wanting even more, even though he was already fitting it all inside of me.
“Fuck yes,” he moaned, fucking me faster now. He moved his body down, my legs supporting our position and he wrapped his strong arms around me. “You fucking slut,” he laughed beneath more moans and started to slam into me. “You’re mine now.”
*I’m his…*
I felt his weight on top of me and his dick throbbing and pressing into all the right places. Each time he thrusted my voice squeaked and yelped uncontrollably. My brain was scrambled. Nothing else mattered but this feeling right now. All other circumstances were null.
He tightened around me and fucked me even harder, which I didn’t know was possible. My voice couldn’t be stopped. I thought he would crush me with how hard he was squeezing around my body. I thought he would shatter my pelvis with how hard he slammed.
“You’re mine, bitch!” he commanded.
I groaned as the pleasure exploded. My heels dug into his back as my pussy practically twisted around him and hot fluids poured from within me, his dick sloshing around them. I groaned more and more with each thrust and each time my own hips shook and let out the pleasure. My mouth was agape and he took it upon himself to plug up my moans with his deep kiss.
Then, his hands squeezed my head and he sucked on my tongue and his hips became a pure vibration.
*Destroy me… Oh… I’m destroyed…*
And his come filled me, each pump from him making his dick swell, and I felt myself become filled to the brim. I still came as he did but then I rested. He still kissed me and my hips still rotated as the pleasure was still burning through every vein in my body.
He pulled out and I turned to the side, saliva leaking from my mouth and feeling come flowing out of me. My body still convulsed in memory of how good it felt to orgasm. I wanted to again. And again, and again.
And it appeared I would. I was his now. He would do whatever he wanted with me.
The officer got dressed and looked down at his handiwork. He demanded that I stood up and I did my best to. My pelvis was sore and I got to my knees. Then, with trembling knees I slowly rose up, his semen dripping out of me.
His hand gripped the back of my neck and led me through the woods.
He made sure the coast was clear before uncuffing me, leaving me on the road, completely naked.
I was thrown into his car. I watched as my car… my life… became small through the back window. It eventually vanished completely.
Three months ago, I was taken. I was turned into filth. I learned I belonged in the dirt. I was to be used by men from now on.
Every night, policemen undress and use my body. The occasional policewoman would use me in different ways. I was the personal slave of whatever kind of corrupt law enforcement agency was happening in this city I lived in. It was surreal.
I still don’t know where I am. All I know is that this cell is my home. It’s dark. And the only time I see light is when that distant door opens.
I was a good girl. A clean girl. I didn’t know I could still cry, but as the policemen surrounded me a tear fell from me as they undressed and entered my cell, holding various objects to insert into me and hurt me with.
A tear for the girl who was lost.
A tear for the dirt, hoping something good might grow in my place.
Source: reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/9hw9nq/dirt_mf_rape_handcuffed_crying_cunnilingus_slave