She walked down the alley into the shadows as she had been told to do. The music from the nightclub barely audible and yet the rhythmic beat kept stirring the air long after the tune was gone. She could see nothing as the light slowly dwindled and the darkness took hold, the shadows reaching out and taking her in like tendrils they consumed her until she vanished from sight of the road behind her. She wondered, why here? Why had he told her to meet him in this filthy back alley? Of all the places they could have met, all the places that would have been...safer? . . . Why did he want her walking down a deserted alley alone? Her stiletto heels clicked on the wet pavement as she ventured further into the dark, her eyes struggling to adjust to the dimness but all she saw were vague outlines and shapes.

That's when she felt him there. She couldn't see him really, he was hidden in the shadows, but she felt him. His was a presence that was unmistakable. Like raw energy in the air, like the crouch of a predator before the final rush, she felt him or rather his presence and it thrilled her to the bone. Her breath came up short and she felt her flesh tingling, waiting, and anticipating . . . him. She stopped. She waited, she knew he would speak and reassure her and let her know she was safe. She knew he wouldn't leave her wondering and afraid.

Or would he . . .

The figure came out of the shadows so fast she didn't have time to react. She tried to turn but was caught broadside and slammed into the brick wall. As she tried to turn back to see her assailant she felt his hand grasp a great bunch of her hair and her face was pressed into the wall hard enough that her lip was cut by her front teeth. A trickle of blood salted her mouth as she tried to open it to scream.

"Shut the fuck up." A deep, dangerous voice growled at her.

The voice seemed to penetrate into her and release her worst fears. It didn't sound like him . . . or did it? Her mind was befuddled by panic, she couldn't tell, maybe. . . Was it him? She wanted to cry. He had scared her, if that was his intent, but it became very quickly apparent that was not his intent. His hand grabbed the silk blouse she was wearing and ripped it open and her tits fell free to the night air. She gasped and felt her face flush red. She felt a surge of shame mixing with the fear because the truth was, it felt good. The air on her skin, the feel of bare brick against her nipples, the force holding her in place, part of her loved it. She pushed back and he pushed her harder into the wall. She was trembling and gasping for breath from a mixture of fear and excitement.

She wanted to scream, to fight back harder but, she felt all limp inside. All she really knew was that she wanted to cry badly and at the same time wanted to be made to cry. She wanted to sob and curl into a ball and wake up safe in bed but she couldn’t stop doing little tiny pushes against him to make him push her back harder each time. He laughed as he grabbed her tits and squeezed them. It was an evil laugh of mockery and control and power. She blushed. That hidden part of her...that part she denied. . .that deep seated dark corner of her. . .the place she would never admit to in the light, liked it and wanted him to squeeze harder until it hurt. She wanted to feel him grab and take what he wanted.

He pinched her nipples and pulled them until she let out a little squeal and then he laughed again and pressed her face harder against the wall. His rough hand slid down her body and then grabbed her ass under her skirt and squeezed. His fingers rubbing the silk panties against her skin, pulling them into her slit. She adjusted herself slightly so that his hand could grab her easier. What the fuck am I doing? He mind screamed at her. She spread her legs slightly for him and tears began to flow and she silently prayed.. . . Dear God forgive me. . . . I want to be taken.

His hand began to lift her silk skirt and found her bare ass. He growled and laughed and made comments about sluts and thong panties . . . always just about ready to be fucked. He loved her in a thong. . .if it was him. . . it sounded right. . . but not really. . .but almost. . .more bestial then ever before. . .more. . . hungry. She blushed but said nothing in return. His fingers pushed between her thighs and he felt her wetness soaking through the panties and the heat of her building arousal. He laughed and pulled his hand away and just as she resettled herself, slapped her ass hard enough to make her squeal again. The burn of the spank seemed to resonate within her body and amplify ten fold.

"I knew it. Watching you. . . I knew you wanted to get fucked. Fucking whore . . . watching you walk down the alley. . .you were hoping. . .praying for someone like me. . .praying to be a fuck toy for the dark weren't you?" He said in a viciously evil tone, chastising her like a little slut in heat. He was leaning so close she could feel his words. She stopped trying to figure out if it was him . . . she stopped trying to deny the fact that she felt his words though her soul.

"Don't deny it. Your cunt speaks the truth. . .see?" He pressed two fingers against her pussy and pushed the fabric of her thong up her slit further. "Wet. Slutty assed wet cunt." He laughed and pinched her pussy lip hard enough that she groaned and shook. He let his fingers spread her open a little and she felt a rush of wetness dripping out of her and down her thigh.

"See? Fucking whore. . .don't try and be a dick tease with me." He growled and allowed her to push back from the wall an inch and then slammed her back against it, his body pressing vice like and holding her in place. "Don't fuck with me. Don't think you can play with me. Don't think I won't snap you in two just like a friggin doll if you piss me off." His growl was a little angry but more hungry . . . the words almost like a challenge. She pushed against him and he bit her neck hard enough to make her see spots before her eyes. He growled like an animal as he did and then laughed as she trembled.

She was shaking in fear and excitement as he spoke to her . . . he whole body quivering with waves that were first one and then the other. His voice was like razor wire across her mind. She was slowly but surely being ripped apart by his words...slashed and torn until she couldn't think any more. His fingers played with her harshly, rubbing the fabric over her clit till it was near raw and burning and aching and then he laughed. Grabbing at the back of the thong he jammed it up her ass crack and against dry asshole until it hurt and she yelped. He started laughing and telling her what a tight assed bitch she was and how hard he was going to fuck her ass. She knew she was crying but, it didn't seem to matter really. . .she was beyond the tears now.

He grabbed the elastic band of the thong and gave a great pull. The fabric held and didn't relent, it stretched and dug into her flesh, the pain was intense, cutting into her and making her feel suddenly dizzy but she couldn’t fall. His body wedged her up for whatever he wanted to do.. Then finally it ripped. .. .it sounded like thunder ripping through the sky to her as it finally let go and was torn away. The feel of cold air rushing in on her wet pussy lips was incredible, like a cold tongue licking at her. The fabric shredding and the sudden end to the pain felt gloriously good. The sting of the burn like fire through her.

Now that she was exposed he was not gentle at all. He shoved three fingers deep into her cunt and began to finger fuck her hard and fast. He was chuckling to himself the whole time as she fought against it but, could not help herself from cumming again and again as he fucked her. She was sloppy and wet sounding. He worked his fingers back and forth so they made as much noise as they could, she could feel how slippery she was . . . wet, sloppy noises that seemed to be almost tangible. As he frigged her painfully hard, she was lost in the noise of her own moans and pussy. She sobbed and begged him to stop half heartedly but he kept fucking her harder and deeper. She was actually being lifted by the force his hand slamming into her each time. As much as she begged, she also found herself pushing back into each thrust, meeting his brutality half way.

Her pussy hurt so bad. She sobbed and begged for mercy. It was agony but then, as he started to slow, she surprised herself. As the pressure from him decreased against her, as his fingers began to thrust in slower and slower, she began to beg. She was speaking without knowing she was. . .that dark place in her had taken over. "One more . . . please . . . please . . . please." She begged him. She begged between great sobs of release and ground her cunt harder on his fingers. She couldn’t even speak coherently any more, all she could hear herself sobbing over and over was “Bad . . . bad. . . .bad. . .” over and over again.

He laughed and slammed his hand into her so hard she screamed in pain. And then again and again. She squirted cum all over his fingers and wrist as she came for him hard. Her legs were like limp noodles, unable to hold her up any more but he held her in place by her hair. She was crying and thanking him. How sick was she? She thanked him and shook and tried to recover, but she was too far gone. She felt her fingers clawing at the brick. . .felt the rough stone against her flesh. She felt her body shaking like she had never known before but these things were sort of separate . . . like each sensation was a different heart beat. They spun in her mind and danced as she came again.

Next thing she knew she was over a low dumpster. She slammed back to reality as her hips ran into the heavy metal container and she was bent forward face first onto the filthy plastic lid, her ass exposed and cheeks spread by his big hands. Her tits smearing and sliding on the lid, wet from the nights dew and lord knows what else. He was rubbing her cunt, dipping his fingers into her and then using her own cum to wet her asshole, smearing it from one hole to the other again and again until she was lubed. She was trying to fight back now but, her body seemed to be made of lead. She tried to close her legs but his leg pushed them back apart. She cried and shook her head and he slammed her face back down onto the lid hard and held her by her hair again. Without her permission her hips raised up slightly to his finger probing her tight asshole. She cried and shook her head no as she began to grind back to his rhythm, probing hr first and then spreading her. . . stretching her. She grabbed the lid and sobbed as he pressed his cock head against her asshole and pushed. She squeezed her cheeks shut but he slapped her ass hard and told her not to fuck with him. She wept and released, laying there and not moving at first. His cock head split her ass open, the first feel of him violating her. She had never allowed a man to take her in that way. Her ass was virginal and tight and his cock felt like it was splitting her in two . . . He was so big. . ., it was so alien feeling. She cried and he thrust into her with one long slow steady thrust. Inch after inch sliding in deeper and deeper until she she screamed through the tears. He was all in and held her in place . . . then a slow wiggle, then just a tiny thrust . . . she couldn’t breath, his hand grabbed her hair and arched her back as he pulled her onto his cock like a tiny play thing.

Then, she felt herself relax. The cock still hurt but the pain was good. It was so deep into her...so deep into her fantasies of being used. He was fucking her hard and fast and she began to press back against him. Actually she had been pressing back, time wasn’t really registering properly now. His cock rammed in and out of her ass and she felt her hole loosen and suck him in easier and easier each thrust. The pain felt better and better the harder he fucked. Each time he pulled all the way out and them slid back in she felt her own hunger answer . . .Yes!...she wanted to be violated. She wanted to be used. She urged him on as he fucked her; screaming disgusting and vile things to him, begging him to fuck her harder and harder. He was laughing and slapping her ass hard until she felt the heat burning through her from the spanking. She pushed her tits around in the slippery filth of the dumpster lid, a light misting rain making her entire body feel soaked and slippery and dirty and alive. She was crying and gasping and growling back to him, nothing even remotely human any more . . . animalistic growls and yelps and gasping mews.

He grabbed two handfuls of her hair and fucked into her as hard as he could. The dumpster jolted forward each thrust until it rested against the brick wall. She screamed and spread her legs wider for him. He fucked her ass so hard she raised up each thrust and then back down and then slammed up again. She couldn’t breathe anymore, she was just squealing a noise she had never made as she felt her pussy dripping and gushing cum again and again; his cock ramming her ass sending her into a constant rolling orgasm that didn’t seem to have any end. Then he slammed her face down hard on the lid and rammed into her brutaklly hard once, then again, and then one last time hard violating her balls deep. Growling his fingers dug into her ass cheek so hard it felt like she would be ripped apart. He growled and then ground his cock deep in her sore asshole and she felt an explosion of hot, sticky cum into her asshole. He pulled out slightly and then rammed and ground again and again, milking his hot cum into her ass. She felt like she would burst, she was so full. She felt her sloppy ass squishing cum with each little thrust. She cried and shook and she started to cum again too. Weeping she clung to the lid of the dumpster as his cock finally grew softer and slipped out of her asshole. Her left her there, leaning over the lid, cum starting to drip from her gaping asshole, rain wetting her.

Then he was there again, his fingers spreading her burning asshole open and then shoving his half hard cock back into her. It took several thrusts to re-violate her fully but she was so open and sloppy now, it didn’t hurt. He pushed all the way into her and held still, pinning her in place with two handfuls of hair. She tried to squirm and he laughed and pumped her ass one time. Then he started to laugh an evil laugh that sent shivers of fear through her. Next thing she knew, there was a hot torrent of liquid shooting into her ass. This burning fountain of hot liquid filling her and more. . . .she was silent, unable to move, unable to breathe, unable to comprehend what was happening. It took her several seconds to realize, he was filling her with his piss. He laughed as she fought to get free but was helpless. He panted and growled cruel digressions and insults as he filled her up, grunting as he squirted out the last of his urine into her.

He pulled out and stepped back, releasing her hair. She instantly threw herself down to the ground and curled up in a ball, sobbing. She felt so degraded, used, full of his fluids. She was leaking out as she lay there crying, she couldn't stop it. She wept and found herself cumming again. She was horrified at her own bodies response . . . she couldn’t help it. The more that she felt herself dripping and gushing all over the cold wet pavement, the more she came. She was shaking and crying and almost unable to stay conscious. It seemed like a few seconds, or maybe a few hours. But finally it was done and she was left in a puddle of filfth in the rain. She winced the first several times she tried to look up but she finally was able to look up to finally see him. Taking a deep breath she forced her eyes to look up and see who this was. . .was it...he was gone.

The alley was empty except for the shadows. She was left there, clothing tattered, a puddle of cum and piss under her, more leaking out of her, crying, shivering, and full. He had simply left her here. She shook and trembled as she tried to sit up. The sudden rush of fluids in her made her think this was not good. She stood anyway and squatted and purged herself as best she could, praying no one would walk by the alley as she did. The skies opened up and the hard rain blinded her to seeing anything beyond a few feet. It washed over her and chilled her flesh. She stood and felt it wash her clean, shivering and trying to adjust her clothing to cover her body. Her tears lost to the rain, the rhythm of the water calming her enough to think just a little. She gathered her torn clothing and pieced it together as best she could, trying to cover the vital areas. Her own pussy was dripping cum still, her cum. She could feel it dripping out of herself. . . even with all the rain and all the other fluids. . . her own cum felt warm running down her legs. She wiped her eyes and tried to walk gracefully out of the alley. She just had to make it to the car, and then she would be fine. If she could make it there she would be safe.

Headlights turned into the alley and blinded her. The driver had high beams on and she squinted and tried to shade her eyes. She tried to cover, to shrink, to fold in on herself. Squinting against the light she tried to see who it was. As she approached the car she saw it was his car. He was there waiting for her. He was smiling. It had been him all along. She felt a wave of relief sweep over her and also anger. She slammed the door open, making sure to hit it against the brick, wall.

"What the fuck?" She screamed at him.

"Jesus...sorry I'm a little late." He replied and she stopped. Maybe it wasn't him. Maybe . . . oh God. She sat in the car, numb, unsure.

"Sorry I'm late." He said again.

She turned and looked at him, looking for the slightest sign of jest. He must see the state she was in, why didn't he ask if it wasn't him? How could he not ask? How could he not know? She was confused. Was it him or not? She looked at him with pleading eyes and started to speak . . . started to question and then stopped.

He looked at her understandingly, leaning over he kissed her cheek and brushed her soaked hair back. "Baby. . .in the end. . .isn't it better not knowing?" He asked.

She looked back at him with amazement. Maybe it was him. Maybe it wasn't. Maybe it was just the alley . . . the shadows. . .the dark. But definitely. . .it was better in the end not really knowing. She closed the car door and they drove away.