The putrescent smell of the alley reeks of waste and vermin, a cocktail
of decaying smells that waft from the rot warm piles of trash scattered
up against the narrow walls. It makes you want to gag, desperately you
want to light a cigarette and drown out the stench as well as steady
your frayed nerves, but doing so would give you away. Ignoring the
clenching in your stomach, the crawling sensation in your throat, you
settle down more comfortably to wait trying to keep yourself hidden in
the detritus.
The night envelops you like a shroud, smothering your appearance in
darkness leaving you with an ambiguous appearance that suits your
purpose perfectly. In the street beyond the mouth of the alley all is
quiet and empty, save for the occasional stray dog or adventurous
rodent eager to fatten itself on the refuse of the street. For now this
world belongs to you and you alone, the distant sound of civilization
don't reach you here, it's the perfect spot.
One with no witnesses.
The anticipation is unbearable, almost palpable in your mouth
making you thirsty; the excitement of what you plan thrills you with
its taboo and danger. Already you can feel yourself stiffening,
swelling with hot red blood that rushes in your veins, vaguely you
consider letting loose a load right now but you don't want to be unable
to perform when your moment comes.
Time stretches on unto infinity driving you mad with it's agonizing
pace, every second crawls by with your heart racing faster and faster
with all their passing.
Finally a noise brings that hammering to a peak, it's faint but
coming from the end of the street you're watching is the faint sound of
distant foot falls echoing from the walls of the dark and empty houses
that watch with windows like dead eyes.
You know its bad form, that it could ruin this entire encounter if
you do it, but you can't help but take a quick peak around the lip of
your hiding place. Flattening yourself against the grimy bricks you
inch an eye across the edge of the wall.
Walking towards you with a vacant expression on her exquisite face
is her, an unparalleled beauty that graces the world with her mere
existence. A girl so heart achingly lovely and fair that she must have
descended from divinity, an angel of earth to be a rose in a garden of
weeds.
You love her.
You want her.
You intend to take her.
She, thankfully, doesn't notice you seemingly lost in thought so
gently you slip back behind the wall than further risk discovery. Every
muscle in your body tenses in readiness, crouching low to jump forth
like an uncoiled spring you await her listening intently to her
approach. You hand goes immediately to your pocket and is met with a
cool, hard resistance that you take welcomingly into your grip. Letting
your fingers run lovingly over its shape you enjoy the feeling of its
detail, the texture of the grip against your skin and the small cold
nub of steel that opens the blade. Merely touching it fills you with an
indescribable thrill that makes your body ache all the more with desire
for your intended; you shiver happily and lick your dry lips.
She steps past the alley.
She didn't see you.
You pounce.
In a fluid motion you whip the knife out of your pocket clenching
the button that lets the blade free with a satisfying "shhhk", as the
steel glimmers in the light of the moon you raise the edge to her
throat and grab her mouth with your free hand roughly.
It feels so good to hold her against you; the contours of her body
pressed into yours leave you feeling desperate. You almost wish she
would struggle more so she can wriggle herself against you so
deliciously a bit longer, but she spots the knife and freezes to your
disappointment. If there ever was any doubt in your mind before now
then by now it has been drained away, the look of wide eyed terror in
her doe like eyes makes you want her all the more.
"Don't scream, don't struggle, don't get killed."
You whisper huskily into her ear, unable to restrain the lust in
your voice. To emphasize your point you press the blade into her neck a
little harder, letting a small rivulet of blood flow free, she looks at
you with horror at first before giving a trembling nod once.
Quickly, not wanting to waste time lest you be caught, you drag her
into the alley with you where you press her head into the rough brick
wall. With your hand over her mouth she makes no sound but occasionally
you feel her body heave and shudder with sobs, a moist feeling on your
fingers tells you she's crying. With the knife still against her
throat, you tenderly kiss those tears from her eyes, then carefully you
release her mouth from your grasp. She gasps suddenly so you jab her
with the knife again slightly to warn her.
"Don't. Scream."
She clamps her mouth shut, such a pretty little mouth like two pink
rose petals pushed together you find yourself thinking. You'd like to
kiss those lips, but chances are she might bite you and try to get
away. You haven't waited this long, watched her from afar dreaming of
this moment, only to slip up now due to silly romance.
Holding her still with the knife you run a hand over her body,
enjoying the shape of it before slipping it under her clothes to feel
her skin. She flinches at your touch but makes no sound, probably too
afraid to even breathe right now, but you can feel her flesh quiver as
if trying to repulse your hand.
Part of you wants to take her now, but you decide to enjoy her and
for a while you just enjoy touching her, thighs, shoulders, stomach,
buttocks, breasts, with nothing to hurry you its okay to take your time
and explore your intended's form. Occasionally she gasps or whimpers,
her revulsion over coming her fear, these little out bursts endear her
to you making you chuckle quietly to her. Rewarding them with small
kisses to her neck and head, when you do she screws her eyes up tight
like she was pretending to be somewhere else.
Finally your passion reaches its peak, as you roll one of her
nipples around in your free hand you suddenly can't take it anymore.
Grabbing at her clothes wildly you rip them apart as best you can,
shreds of her top and skirt litter the dirty floor as you hungrily
expose her pale white skin. Her sobs begin to become too loud, begin to
threaten your privacy, so you shut her up with another gesturing of the
knife. She fights you a little at first, you're forced to pin her
against the wall with your body to stop her struggling and hold the
knife to her face. As soon as she sees the glittering blade, stark in
the darkness, her eyes froze with dread and she gave in.
Finally, as she calms down, you begin to remove her panties with
great relish. She trembles and squirms a little but doesn't try to
fight, seemingly filled with almost a sense of resignation she just
stays stock still as you pull them from her legs slowly watching them
tear apart revealing her sex to the cold night air. Stuffing the
remains of her panties into your pocket you run a finger along her
vaginal lips, probing her most intimate of places softly with your hand
you push yourself into her slightly to be rewarded with the pleasant
tightness of a virgin. But more than that, to your delight.....
She's getting wet.
Already you can feel the slick love juice flowing from her as you
tease her exposed pussy, excited by her arousal you continue to play
with her for much longer than you intended. She twists and contorts
uncontrollably against the wall with tiny gasps and terrified cries
than leave you breathless. Your ardour rises and furiously you ram your
fingers violently into her first one, then two, then three spreading
her virgin hole open painfully. She's tight but she's flexible, you can
barely move your fingers inside of her but you can stretch her lips
pretty far. She groans softly as you abuse her, legs shaking she digs
her nails into the brickwork and you feel the muscles of her cunt grip
you in a shameful orgasm.
You can't take it anymore, it's unbearable to be apart from her any
longer, almost angrily you pull your own clothes away with reckless
abandon with all thoughts of being caught forgotten. With the blade
against her throat you use your other hand to push her head against the
wall to stop her from moving.
She simply goes limp, the fight left her long ago and now she
surrenders totally to you. Greedily you ram your bare penis into her
without mercy, with one sharp thrust you pierce into her swollen vagina
and steal her innocence once and for all. With a grunt you force
yourself all the way into her as the tight walls press against you,
almost as if she was trying to stop you any way she could, but finally
you bury your penis all the way to the base into her tight pussy.
You almost orgasm immediately, frightened you may waste your only
chance and spray your seed uselessly inside of her already you pull out
to the tip, the flesh of her vagina puckering around the penis as you
do. The limp girl makes no sound, her arms dangle uselessly at her
sides as she lets you push her cheek into the wall. It's too dark to
see, she's very quiet too, but when you brush a hand over her face you
feel fresh tears running freely down her face.
"Shh, it's okay. Not long now."
You coo to her reassuringly, you love her far too much not to try
and comfort her a little. But you've gone too far now not to finish,
you don't even feel a little remorse when you see the crimson stain
spreading across your cock as she bleeds her innocence onto you. In
fact, you're quite proud.
Now you've had a chance to calm down again you begin to move your
hips again, slowly at first as it takes time to loosen her up even
after all you've done to her. Each push takes effort, you can't
penetrate her easily at all but her tightness only drives you on to
fuck her harder.
She's just so wonderfully perfect, even down to her cunt that grips
so tightly you struggle to move she's the perfect image of a maiden.
Struggling to keep the knife where she can see it you grab her hips
with your free hand and use it to force her onto you harder, doing the
work for her and pumping her into you. Grinding her bare ass into your
crotch as you do.
"Good girl. That's it. No screaming. Good girl."
Over and over you whisper encouragement to her even as you violate her.
She begins to loosen up, not going limp like the rest of her body,
but letting you build up a frantic pace working with you rather than
against you. You're in pure ecstasy fucking her like this, you can feel
the pressure of your loins building up filling you with indescribable
pleasure, the alley fills with the sloppy sound of your bodies slapping
against one another.
A wet feeling runs down your legs, at first you think she's wet her
self out of fear and pissed all over you, not that you'd be
particularly bothered. But by the uncontrollable trembling of her
thighs that seem to fight to stay together and the wet sound your cock
makes every time it enters her you know it's her love juices flowing
despite her.
"Good girl!"
Merely knowing that is enough to push you over the edge, all the
pent up tension inside you is ready to be unleashed. Furiously you pump
and grind into her, practically slamming both of you into the wall as
you fuck her relentlessly reaching your peak. Gripping her hair tightly
in one hand and the knife in the other you cum while pressing her up
against the wall clenching every muscle in your body. You can feel the
flood of your seed pour into her and your hips give a few last
desperate, shuddering pushes to wring every drop of pleasure from this
moment.
Finally your orgasm ends, leaving you exhausted and totally spent,
you doubt you've ever cum so much in your life or if you ever will
again. You linger inside her for a moment or two, enjoying the warmth
and feeling of connection to this girl through you united bodies.
"Good girl, well done."
You whisper weak congratulations to her while gently stroking her
hair, she remains limp in your arms barely supporting her own weight.
Reluctantly you withdraw from her warm cunt with a sticky sliding
feeling, a string made from a mixture of your juices hands from your
penis to her vagina for a second before falling apart.
With the deed done you release her, she drops silently to the
ground and stares dumbly at nothing as your seed leaks from her. Even
soiled like this she has an immaculate beauty that shines through, it's
really a shame you can never see her again you think. But you can't
afford to be caught, it's best if you just try to be satisfied with
this and move on.
Methodically you get dressed again and slip the knife back into
your pocket, she's no threat anymore after all, keeping your back
pointedly turn the game towards her. You don't want to have any
feelings of guilt so it's easier just not to look, guilt would just
complicate things.
As you adjust your collar and prepare to leave, she speaks for the first time.
"....say it....please."
You stop in your tracks, her tiny faltering voice sounds louder
than police sirens to you right now. You try to ignore her still, but
can't bring yourself to walk away quite yet either.
"Please," She goes on, still in an almost whisper that shakes with tears.
"Please call me a good girl again."
You turn to look at her, those emerald eyes plead with you as she sits in the filth.
"...What's your name girl?"
"Sanae, please call me a good girl. Please."
You were doomed the day you first saw her. Even though you just
raped her, you could never deny her anything. You love her, you love
her more than life itself. Love her with an intensity that's
frightening.
[X] Gore\Guro\Torture
Let's prepare the perfect stage for his sick mind to write the best story every possible.
We hand him the tools and he will make something that is beyond beautiful.
So now that I'm off work I can finally read this story, and I must say
well done Scorn. I liked the blend of metaphors (rose, innocence, etc)
and always always the act is top notch. Sanae deep down enjoying it
also reduced the moral blow and made it much for enjoyable (the fine
line you walk of making Anon fap while feel ashamed of himself is
always amusing.)
[x] Other (being dominated by Sakuya, because I'm never going to write it)
>>53901 >[ ] Liver = YES! YES THIS IS DELICOUS!
Dunno about others, but I liked the execution of that one
because (aside from the visceral awesomeness of it) it was essentially
a hopeful one. Always darkest before the dawn, and all that.
Also, because it wasn't "lol steal ur livr" but rather "Eat my liver so you don't die, fucknuts. Welcome to forever."
