[pervipete]

He stepped away for a moment leaving her hands flailing in thin air, his eyes drinking in the sight before him. She felt his gaze full from her shoulder length blond hair, taking in the details of her beautiful, almost innocent face. Down the length of her body, from her perfect breasts, down her flat stomach to her shaven pussy with only the merest hint of a tan line, down her long slim legs, all the way to her feet, still clad in her high heels.

‘Very nice, you are definitely built for fucking, turn around’ she complied so he could repeat his gaze, drinking in the sight of her perfect, toned arse cheeks.

Stepping forward again he brought his hands to her shoulders, pressuring her down. She tried to push him off.

She knew what was coming, but she had hope, if she could make him cum, then maybe he would not be able to rape her, and she could grab her clothes and run. So she stopped fighting him, and let him push her to the floor.

When his cock came to eye level, she looked at it for a second, and then brought her hand up, reaching around the shaft, pulling the skin away from the head. She leant forward slightly and stuck out her tongue, gently licking the head and then pulling it into her mouth, inch by inch, swirling her tongue, wanking her hand in concert with her sucking, slow one moment, faster and faster the next. Slowing it back down and then speeding back up. All to try and make him cum, but it was to no avail. She reached up with her other hand and squeezed his balls, still nothing.

She released him for a moment, spat on her hands, and the shaft and went back to work.

Back and forth she worked, still nothing, she tried quickening the pace even more, she licked along the shaft. She even took his balls into her mouth, and sucked them. Still, her only reward was the slurping and sucking noises filling the courtyard.

‘Enough, enough’ she heard. She had failed.

He lifted her to her feet. His hands moved all over her, squeezing her breasts, over her stomach, moving behind her to squeeze her cheeks, circling then, kneading them. Working their way down, she felt his hands move to the front of her thighs. Instinctively, she clamped them together. He chuckled, brought his hand back up, putting the knife back to her throat. She opened up like a flower.

‘That’s better whore’

He brought his hand up to the pussy, rubbing his fingers along its lips, catching her clit, just hard enough. First one, then two fingers entered her, just up to the knuckle. He started to thrust them back and forth, using them like she realised he would use his cock, and she was powerless to prevent it. As he worked his fingers in her, his thumb started to circle her clit.

At his ministrations, despite the circumstances, and to her lasting shame, her pussy responded, it was like it had a mind of its own. She feel the wetness start to flow, and then as he roughened up his movements, she could feel her orgasm building.

Tears of shame started to flow down her cheeks ‘you like this don’t you whore, you want this don’t you’ ‘no’ she replied ‘leave me alone’ her voice, barely a whisper now, breathy with lust, her accent making it sound like a purr.

‘That’s not what your cunt says whore, its telling me that it wants a big hard cock, my big hard cock, that’s right that’s what you want’

Later she would say she was trying to humour him, but at the time the words she spoke ‘yes I want your big hard cock’ were the result of her shameful lust.
He pulled his fingers out, and then in one movement, lifted her up and impaled her on his cock. Roughly hammering it into her, her legs raising themselves to wrap around his waist hating herself for thinking it, for enjoying it.

She could feel it working in and out of her pussy ‘fuck you’re tight, your boyfriend must be a proper pencil dick. The movement, the feel of it hitting her cervix, his words, being called a whore, all got to her ‘you are a whore, you’re nothing but a little Irish slut, all you live for is cock’ hammering away at her soul, all combined to give her second orgasm of the day.

He smiled, his victory complete, he could feel his orgasm start to build. Pulling out, she looked at him with a look that was part lust, part disappointment and partly humiliation for feeling this way, for, and God help her, for enjoying the rape.

He pushed her to his knees, and then working his hands furiously up and down his shaft he started to shoot large globs of hot, sticky cum all over her face, her tits. Some hit her hair and some landed on knees, until his erection had subsided.

Reaching up, he grabbed her knickers from there hanging place and rubbed them all over his softening cock. Chucking them back at Linzi, he winked at her while putting his cock away, ‘cheers whore, that weren’t bad, maybe with practice, we could make a porn star out of you’ and with that left her alone, to get dressed.

Making it to the end of the alleyway, he bumped into some friends ‘hi Pete, one of them shouted, been Perving’

‘You know me, they don’t call me PerviPete for nothing, fancy a pint’ and with that he led them into the nearest bar.