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 time she'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 make me hurt you more than I 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 time as 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."

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

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 volume as 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

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 come across them and decide they'd rather use her instead of saving her,

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

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 home of 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

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