Unspoken Pleasure by Erotica

Good Girl Gone Wrong Ch 01

The pounding music that blasted from the club was loud enough that the bass made the alley's puddles ripple to

the beat. It was so overwhelming that the people smoking by the back door had to shout to be heard. That was

why she liked it here, Beth thought, as she took a drag from her cigarette and gazed down the dark alley.

Everything in this city was so crowded that they were packed impersonally like canned goods in a store, one on

top of the other. In her apartment she could hear practically everything her neighbors did, but not here. Here she

couldn't hear anything but the music. Here was the one place for blocks she couldn't see hundreds of people

going about their lives. Hidden by the darkness and the masonry walls, she was alone. She'd wandered far

enough from the back door that she could almost see the soft dark underbelly of the urban wasteland that was

the real world. In the throbbing music she finally had peace enough to enjoy the city lights, glowing in the

background of the buildings that towered over her like an industrial aurora borealis.

Unfortunately, she wasn't the only one thinking about something soft, vulnerable, and incredibly dark. Her

musings were interrupted when someone grabbed her from behind and shoved her against the wall by a

dumpster. She tried to turn around, but by the tshe'd regained her footing, her attacker was on her again

pressing her against the dirty brick wall with his body. Her first thought was that she'd been in someone's way,

and she'd been about to reflexively apologize even though it wasn't her fault, but the hard cock pressing through

her attacker's pants against her ass left no doubt as to what was actually happening. Even through her alcohol

induced haze she knew instantly that he was trying to rape her. Beth started to hyperventilate as she tried to

remember her self defense training. She tried to spin around and burn her attacker with her lit cigarette, but all

that succeeded in doing was getting her arm twisted behind her back. "Ah, fuck," she screamed briefly in pain

before he backed off enough on the pressure to keep from breaking anything. He said nothing, but kicked her

feet further apart, putting her off balance and giving him easier access. Strangely, while all this happened her

only real thought was to try to determine whether or not she knew the words to the pop dance anthem they

were currently blasting. It pulsed through the thick graffiti of the wall, and penetrated her soul. She shuddered

while he pulled up her skirt and pulled aside her panties as she realized she did know this song. She hated it. It

certainly wasn't the soundtrack she would have chosen for such an awful moment and she shut her eyes tight to

try to block all of it out. In this position resistance was impossible without making the pain of the arm lock even

worse, and she could do nothing as he fumbled with his belt. She struggled and squirmed when he finally pulled

his dick out, but his only response was to press her face even harder against the rough bricks with his painful

hold. "Easy cunt," he threatened loudly, practically yelling in her ear, "Don't makehurt you more than | have

to. The less you fight the quicker this will all be over." "HELP!" she shouted, ignoring his threats, "Please -

anyone...!" The people further down the alley couldn't hear her though. They were less than thirty feet away but

they might as well have been on another planet. Her rapist knew that and didn't even bother trying to stop her.

No one could hear her, and no one would help her. Knowing that, the monster behind her practically took his

tas he reached down and ripped her panties off in one quick motion that was more surprising than painful.

She was completely unprotected now, and even if it was too dark for her to see her shaved pussy, she knew he

could feel how wet she was as he roughly rubbed it before he grabbed his cock and started probing for her hole.

The people that might have been able to help her stood by the well lit back door, making them completely blind

to what was happening only a little bit further down the dark alley. Even if they could have seen into the

darkness they wouldn't have seen the college slut getting raped behind a dumpster. The man getting ready to

ruin her didn't have to see anything. He could feel the most intimate parts of her. "This is exactly where a slut

like you belongs," her rapist growled in her ear as he finally started to slide his cock inside her. "Here among all

the other garbage you should be happy. Sluts like you were made to be used and then thrown away."

The darkness and the noise were his accomplises in this terrible act, as he started to fuck her against her will,

but they did do her one small favor. They kept her rapist from hearing her moan shamefully as she was suddenly

stretched out by a man she didn't know. They kept him from seeing how hard she blushed when he told her that

she was nothing but a piece of trash. In this alley she was trapped in hell of her own making, and no one was

going to do anything to save her. Her rapist didn't care who she was or what she wanted. He only cared how

good she'd looked in her tight red dress, and how defenseless a petite girl like her was when she wandered a

little too far from the light.

"Mmmmmm, you don't have to do this," she moaned, even though no one, not even her rapist could hear her. "I-

| don't..." Beth trailed off there, utterly lost in the pleasure that was being inflicted on her as he started to piston

in and out of her unwilling pussy. Her mouth might be saying no, but her body was screaming yes at the same

volas the music. It almost always did after three or four drinks. Her pussy didn't know who's dick this was,

and it didn't care, it was just rippling in pleasure as it enjoyed the abuse. She should be over there by the door,

getting hit on by harmless fuckbois and deciding which one to go hwith. That's how half the girls in this

club, including her, planned on ending their night. She was supposed to be picking out which forgettable guy was

going to bring her back to his place for ssafe consequence free sex. Instead she was here in the alley

getting reamed by a stranger in this dirty alley where she at any moment another guy might cacross them

and decide that he had her next.

Every detail of that awful scenamade her wetter than the last. As turned on as she was, she couldn't stop

herself from imagining it, even though she tried. The idea that she'd be getting raped by a stranger in an alley

and that another faceless man or two might cacross them and decide they'd rather use her instead of

saving her, was awful. It was a vile and terrible fantasy, but that didn't stop her nipples from aching and her clit

from tingling as her orgasm got dangerously close to erupting.

Beth was as turned on as she'd been in years - at least until the man assaulting her ruined it. "God you're a tight

little rape slut," he shouted in her ear, "I hope you're really on the pill, because I'm about to give you a week's

worth of cum I've saved up for you like | promised, cunt!"

One moment she was just a college girl being taken advantage of after a little too much to drink. She was a

victim being used against her will. The next moment the fantasy was over and she was back to who she really

was: a screwed up woman with a rape fetish, trying and failing to recapture the dark thrill she'd only managed to

taste a few times in her life. He kept fucking her after that, but once he'd ruined the scenaby reminding her

that she'd set this all up weeks ago with an online pervert the magic was gone. It still felt good of course, but the

orgasm that had been threatening to overwhelm her had all but evaporated by the this frantic thrusts

ended, and he bottomed out inside her to blow his load. When he was done, he sagged against her. "God that

was hot," he gasped in her ear, "I think I'm in love." Beth's only response was to push him off of her and start

walking back to the club. She pulled down her skirt as she walked and she didn't give a damn who saw. She

could already feel the cum already starting to ooze down her left thigh. She'd block him when she got hof

course, but that wouldn't do anything to salvage her night, she thought as she sighed. After she shouldered her

way through the crowd by the door, she took a long look around the dingy club, trying to spot a real predator

that might do a better job, but as always monsters were in short supply. So instead she danced, trying to take

her mind off of her disappointing encounter. Endorphins were a poor replacement for orgasmic bliss though. After

a few songs, a creep finally started to grind on her for a song, but when he tried to tell her how pretty she was

instead of possessively grabbing her by the hip or groping her breasts she noped right out of there. The last

thing she needed in her life was another guy that thought she was pretty.

Instead after another long look around the club, Beth decided to leave. Last call was coming up, and she was

sure she could find someone halfway decent to fuck her, but tonight halfway decent wasn't going to cut it. After

a three month long dry spell what she really needed was someone terrible - someone that didn't give a shit

about her, and she wasn't going to find that here. So instead she slowly wound a crooked path to the front door.

Even dressed as slutty as she was and reeking of sex, she hadn't gotten the impression from anyone here that

they'd be unwilling to take no for an answer.

The walk to the tram wasn't far, and she got on the first cart that was heading her way without bothering to

make sure it was the most efficient route. She didn't care. This just hadn't been her month, and tonight was just

one more reminder of that. She'd been looking forward to tonight. This was the first guy she'd found online in

ages that had real potential, but he just had to go and ruin it. Just like that. She lay her head back on the chair

and closed her eyes, basking in her bitter disappointment.