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the savage · 09-07-2010, 11:19 PM

4 AM, she walked into the bar and sat down at a table. As much as she loved the attention that she got working as a dancer, the hours where killer. And the rush from all of those guys staring at her made it impossible for her to go straight home and head to bed, no matter how much she needed the sleep. She always went here after her shift to get a drink to settle her nerves, washing the adrenaline from her system. Never truly feeling comfortable alone, but it couldn’t be helped.

With a smile she thinks about her shift tonight. Only three guys propositioned her in the private dance room. A slow night, but it was more than enough to pay her bills. As long as they didn’t mind getting them in one and five dollar notes at least. She was dressed simply after the night, a pink tank and jean shorts. After all, she spent the better part of the evening putting on and then peeling off all manner of sexy, complicated clothing. The schoolgirl was the current favorite of the crowd. It even came with elaborate pigtails. Now however, her hair is pulled back in a simple ponytail.

Barely even looking up when her drink is placed in front of her. Too amped up to notice the suspicious bubbles settling in it. Downing half of it in one long swallow, before feeling the eyes on her. A sense you pick up after walking home from strip clubs, never know when a fan is going to get the wrong impression and the decide the dance means there is a relationship. But it just the bartender, glancing at her and then his watch. It is near closing time after all, he probably wants to get home as badly as she does.

As she drains the rest of the drink, she can’t help but give a little show. She loves the attention, after all. Crossing her arms under her chest, lifting her tits up a little more. Leaning forward on the bar, giving him a full view down her shirt. Then suddenly she doesn’t feel good. Just a little dizzy, like she needs air, or drank too much. But this is the first one of the night, and it hasn’t affected her before. With a slight stagger she got up from the stool and headed towards the bathroom. Just splash on a little water and she’d be fine. It never occurred to her that she’d been drugged.

She’s bent over the sink, splashing water on her face. Cupping her hand and taking a small drink, feeling a little better. But as soon as she straightens, the room starts to spin again. Holding her hand over her mouth she heads for a stall, kneeling down. So caught up in the gentle spin of the world that she doesn’t notice the door swinging open and then being gently shut.

The first sign that there is trouble is when a hand shove on her back, right between the shoulders. It pushes her forward until she is bent in half over the toilet. “What the fuck? Get the fuck off of me!” Trying to twist to see what is going on, but the hand keeps pushing her down. Already woozy, she has no defenses when her head is lifted up and slammed down onto the lid. A dull crack fills the room, and her struggles, already weak come to an almost complete stop.

“Wallet’s…. in … in …. My purse. Take it and go.” But then she feels hands sliding down her body, reaching for her pants button. “Please don’t, just take the cash, it’s at least $400 dollars.”

“Shut the fuck up bitch.” The voice is deep and husky, filled with lust. “Stay quiet, don’t complain, and I don’t break your fingers.”

She hisses in pain as his knees come down on the back of her legs, pinning them to the ground. There is a rush of air as the shorts are ripped down past her knees. Single tear sliding out of her eyes, “Please, you don’t have to do this. Please, just go.” And then she grunts as her head is lifting up and slammed down again.

She hears whoever it is jerking on his cock, his hand slapping up against her bare ass with each forward stroke. Feeling him growing hard. There is no attempt to lubricate her, no attempt to make this do anything but hurt. One second she can hear him jerking off and grunting, the next his hard cock is driving into her. A ragged scream comes from her throat, but it is silenced when he again slams her head down against the seat.

“I said shut the fuck up bitch.” Grunted words, full of hate. Each time he spat one out, he thrusted his cock in just a little further. Before she knew it, he was balls deep. The world continued to spin around slowly, as his hands grabbed her hips. Holding them steady while he pumped forward. Slowly at first, because she was so dry. Since she couldn’t speak without being hit, she just grunted in pain with each new thrust. Slowly, against her will, her pussy got a little wetter. Just enough for him to reach a steady rhythm.

Feeling his hot breath against the back of her neck, his hands crawling all over her body. Shuddering in revulsion each time she hears him grunt in animal pleasure. Neither one speaks, just grunting each time he pounds into her. Going faster and faster as more lubricant and blood make her pussy slick. Mouth opening, a long groan coming from her. Can’t bring herself to raise her hands, not even to try to pry his off of her tits. Gasping as he squeezes them roughly, crushing the sensitive area.

Time stretches, warping. She can’t tell how long he is behind her, thrusting like he hates her. More like he is attacking her with his cock than fucking her. Hand opening and closing randomly on empty air. When his breathing quickens, she knows what that means. Silently thanking god, it is almost over. “Please, don’t cum in me. Please DON”T COME IN ME!” Her voice high pitched and desperate. And useless. With on final grunt, she feels his vile cum splashing into her. Her attacker pulls out, hitches his pants and leaves. Emmy, with a sob grabbing for her jeans and pulls them up. Stumbling blindly out of the back door. Forgetting her purse, with her identification behind her in her desperate attempt to flee before he decides he isn’t done.

neon666 · 09-26-2010, 11:28 AM

Good short story. I see you left a opening at the end. Is there going to to be someone find her purse with her identification in it and pay her a visit?

gaggirl · 09-26-2010, 09:51 PM

thats so damn hot!

Bad Man · 09-27-2010, 05:24 PM

One helluva start !! Keep it going !!

--BAD MAN--

09-07-2010, 11:19 PM	#1
the savage Privileged Member Join Date: Oct 2008 Location: waiting in the shadows for you Posts: 4,223 Reputation: 20557	Used like a living sex toy 4 AM, she walked into the bar and sat down at a table. As much as she loved the attention that she got working as a dancer, the hours where killer. And the rush from all of those guys staring at her made it impossible for her to go straight home and head to bed, no matter how much she needed the sleep. She always went here after her shift to get a drink to settle her nerves, washing the adrenaline from her system. Never truly feeling comfortable alone, but it couldn’t be helped. With a smile she thinks about her shift tonight. Only three guys propositioned her in the private dance room. A slow night, but it was more than enough to pay her bills. As long as they didn’t mind getting them in one and five dollar notes at least. She was dressed simply after the night, a pink tank and jean shorts. After all, she spent the better part of the evening putting on and then peeling off all manner of sexy, complicated clothing. The schoolgirl was the current favorite of the crowd. It even came with elaborate pigtails. Now however, her hair is pulled back in a simple ponytail. Barely even looking up when her drink is placed in front of her. Too amped up to notice the suspicious bubbles settling in it. Downing half of it in one long swallow, before feeling the eyes on her. A sense you pick up after walking home from strip clubs, never know when a fan is going to get the wrong impression and the decide the dance means there is a relationship. But it just the bartender, glancing at her and then his watch. It is near closing time after all, he probably wants to get home as badly as she does. As she drains the rest of the drink, she can’t help but give a little show. She loves the attention, after all. Crossing her arms under her chest, lifting her tits up a little more. Leaning forward on the bar, giving him a full view down her shirt. Then suddenly she doesn’t feel good. Just a little dizzy, like she needs air, or drank too much. But this is the first one of the night, and it hasn’t affected her before. With a slight stagger she got up from the stool and headed towards the bathroom. Just splash on a little water and she’d be fine. It never occurred to her that she’d been drugged. She’s bent over the sink, splashing water on her face. Cupping her hand and taking a small drink, feeling a little better. But as soon as she straightens, the room starts to spin again. Holding her hand over her mouth she heads for a stall, kneeling down. So caught up in the gentle spin of the world that she doesn’t notice the door swinging open and then being gently shut. The first sign that there is trouble is when a hand shove on her back, right between the shoulders. It pushes her forward until she is bent in half over the toilet. “What the fuck? Get the fuck off of me!” Trying to twist to see what is going on, but the hand keeps pushing her down. Already woozy, she has no defenses when her head is lifted up and slammed down onto the lid. A dull crack fills the room, and her struggles, already weak come to an almost complete stop. “Wallet’s…. in … in …. My purse. Take it and go.” But then she feels hands sliding down her body, reaching for her pants button. “Please don’t, just take the cash, it’s at least $400 dollars.” “Shut the fuck up bitch.” The voice is deep and husky, filled with lust. “Stay quiet, don’t complain, and I don’t break your fingers.” She hisses in pain as his knees come down on the back of her legs, pinning them to the ground. There is a rush of air as the shorts are ripped down past her knees. Single tear sliding out of her eyes, “Please, you don’t have to do this. Please, just go.” And then she grunts as her head is lifting up and slammed down again. She hears whoever it is jerking on his cock, his hand slapping up against her bare ass with each forward stroke. Feeling him growing hard. There is no attempt to lubricate her, no attempt to make this do anything but hurt. One second she can hear him jerking off and grunting, the next his hard cock is driving into her. A ragged scream comes from her throat, but it is silenced when he again slams her head down against the seat. “I said shut the fuck up bitch.” Grunted words, full of hate. Each time he spat one out, he thrusted his cock in just a little further. Before she knew it, he was balls deep. The world continued to spin around slowly, as his hands grabbed her hips. Holding them steady while he pumped forward. Slowly at first, because she was so dry. Since she couldn’t speak without being hit, she just grunted in pain with each new thrust. Slowly, against her will, her pussy got a little wetter. Just enough for him to reach a steady rhythm. Feeling his hot breath against the back of her neck, his hands crawling all over her body. Shuddering in revulsion each time she hears him grunt in animal pleasure. Neither one speaks, just grunting each time he pounds into her. Going faster and faster as more lubricant and blood make her pussy slick. Mouth opening, a long groan coming from her. Can’t bring herself to raise her hands, not even to try to pry his off of her tits. Gasping as he squeezes them roughly, crushing the sensitive area. Time stretches, warping. She can’t tell how long he is behind her, thrusting like he hates her. More like he is attacking her with his cock than fucking her. Hand opening and closing randomly on empty air. When his breathing quickens, she knows what that means. Silently thanking god, it is almost over. “Please, don’t cum in me. Please DON”T COME IN ME!” Her voice high pitched and desperate. And useless. With on final grunt, she feels his vile cum splashing into her. Her attacker pulls out, hitches his pants and leaves. Emmy, with a sob grabbing for her jeans and pulls them up. Stumbling blindly out of the back door. Forgetting her purse, with her identification behind her in her desperate attempt to flee before he decides he isn’t done. __________________ I love it when a girl talks dirty. My favorites are, No, Stop, Please, and You're Hurting me.

09-26-2010, 11:28 AM	#2
neon666 Member Join Date: Mar 2010 Posts: 29 Reputation: 285	Good short story. I see you left a opening at the end. Is there going to to be someone find her purse with her identification in it and pay her a visit?

09-26-2010, 09:51 PM	#3
gaggirl * yawn * Join Date: Nov 2006 Location: Australia Posts: 3,058 Reputation: 40178	thats so damn hot!

09-27-2010, 05:24 PM	#4
Bad Man Privileged Member Join Date: Mar 2007 Posts: 254 Reputation: 4401	One helluva start !! Keep it going !! --BAD MAN--