He just smirked when he replied, "I'm not done with you yet, stupid whore that you are." He pushed Maria to the floor of the alley and was on top of her before she could catch her breath. He was fast, or she was slow. One of his hands held her hands by the wrists, pushing them into the alleyway ground and he straddled her legs. To her dismay she saw that he wasn't losing his erection, in fact it looked bigger than before! If that was even possible, it may have just been the angle. He used his spare hand to rip open the bottom half of her pant-suit, showing off the underwear she had been hoping to surprise Ken with later tonight. It matched her bra and was a dark red lacy pair. He laughed "You're just asking for it, aren't you? Stupid cunts never know the damage they do to themselves..."
He ripped off her panties while she tried to move her legs, her arms. He had to stop once to hold her tight and look into her face, giving her his best intimidating glare which was actually quite effective! She was so scared she could hardly breathe, but the contact gave her the chance to see his face! Now to remember the details so she could tell the police later. Strong jaw, small brown eyes set too close together, large forehead, almost no hair. Taller than her by a head and a half, maybe more, and he was so muscular that he probably weighed more than a hundred kilos.
After the bottom half of her body was fully exposed he came in close for another whisper. "I'm going to fuck you now, and you're not going to like it, but I'm going to keep going until you cum. Remember that if you cry out I will kill you, if you scratch me or bite me I will hit you, and if you don't climax I'll never stop."
She believed him. He had just shot his wad and was still harder than any cock she'd had contact with before. But, how was she supposed to reach a climax under these circumstances? Being brutally raped in an alley that stinks of dumpsters and the people who had come from the bar next door? Impossible! Though, she thought, maybe I can fake it... worth a try anyway! Give him a minute or two and then see if she could put a quick stop to this nightmare.
He spat on his hand and shoved two of his fingers roughly into her slit. "Dry as a bone, fuck" said the man and then spat directly on her flesh. Maria winced and turned her head, closing her eyes once more. How she wished she'd open them and it will all have been a bad dream! No such luck...
He was apparently satisfied with the moisture level and jammed his cock into Maria as hard and as deep as he could, once again leaving it still for a few seconds before moving again. Maria was sure that something had torn. He was so wide, and his entry had been so forceful! She even imagined she could feel a drop of blood already, though it could be his spit. That thought in and of itself made more tears fall from her eyes and she whimpered wordlessly.
He was thrusting in and out of her so-called "special place", filling her with pain and disgrace and rage. She could not fight back without risking her very life, she could not make him stop, and she could not make it hurt any less. She wasn't even able to control her body's natural reactions to such an invasion -- his progress became easier as she automatically supplied lubrication, against her will, to this asshole. With a lessened amount of friction and resistance from her skin he could fuck her harder, faster, deeper. She could feel him slamming into the muscle walls inside her and doubted she'd be able to sit for a week without serious levels of pain. The sides of her thighs, the curve of her ass and pretty much the entire area in between was already starting to bruise, making the pain come not only in the heavy thuds of his pelvis meeting hers but with the sharp pain that comes with smacking the area of previously burst blood vessels.
He put both of her arms over her head, taking both wrists in one of his big hands and with his other he grabbed her entire left breast. He growled, no words this time, but the way he was holding her hands down and the tempo with which she was being taken made it clear that he hadn't forgotten his demand and she shouldn't either. She swallowed. It was difficult, but she managed to make an "mmmm" sound without dissolving into weeping. She remembered the classes she had taken when she and Ken had been trying for children, the kinds of exercises a woman can do with her muscles to make the birthing easier. Kegel, she thought they were called. So she started squeezing, in very short intervals. Squeeze, release, squeeze, release. She kept making the "mmm" noises and it worked! He was convinced her body was reacting without her and she was able to mark the changes in his rhythm and breathing, but this time when he came she could actually feel the pulsing against her sore and ravaged skin as his jizz splashed all over her insides.
She was so scared now, however... what if he wanted to fuck her in the ass, too? Taking all three holes from a woman must be a rapist's wet dream, excuse the analogy. At this point though, luck finally gave her a break and showed him dwindling rapidly as he pulled out of her. "Now that you know what it can be like, you'll never want a pansy little normal lay again, sweetheart." He winked at her, twisted her nipple one last time, put his flaccid penis back into his pants and moved out into the street. Sauntered, really, moving as if he hadn't a care in the world.
Was he really gone? Had she really gotten rid of him? She tried to sit up, but cried out as she realized that her wrists were not going to support her weight. They were more than bruised, they were strained or sprained or maybe even one or two of the bones inside broken. Maria turned carefully onto her side, slowly and carefully pushed herself up into a sitting position using her forearms and then did not sit all the way down but remained in a sort of half-squat to spare her thigh and ass muscles any more flexing than was absolutely necessary. She looked around the alleyway, the theater of her torture, and found her clothing in pieces. There was no way she was going to be able to get dressed again.
She did, however, manage to find her purse. Her phone! She pulled it out with swollen, shaking and pain filled hands and was pleased that the next number she'd dial was only three digits long.
