Don’t Walk Home Through Alleyways… by MusicLust
The night air bit at my bare arms, a sharp contrast to the heat still lingering from the bar’s neon glow. My stilettos clicked unevenly against the pavement, each step a reminder of the cocktails I’d let strangers buy me all night. I knew I looked irresistible—tight, low-cut top clinging to my curves, accentuating my 36D cleavage, and a skirt that hugged my hourglass figure like a second skin. My long brown hair cascaded in loose curls past my shoulders, catching the streetlights. Some might call my style provocative, but I call it power—knowing how to tease, how to get what I want.
A shiver ran through me, the cold slicing through my revealing outfit. I cursed myself for not splurging on a cab. Another mile in these heels felt like a death sentence. Spotting a shadowed alley to my left, I hesitated. It was a shortcut, but the darkness seemed to pulse with secrets. Still, my aching feet won out, and I turned into the narrow path, the buildings looming like silent sentinels.
The alley swallowed the city’s hum, leaving only the echo of my heels. Then—a faint scuff behind me. I froze, heart thudding. Was I imagining it? Too many drinks, I told myself, forcing a nervous giggle. I started walking again, faster now, the air growing heavier. Then it came—a low, deliberate cough, maybe twenty feet back. My blood turned to ice. I wasn’t alone.
Panic surged, and I broke into a run, my heels betraying me with every wobbly step. I glanced back, searching the shadows, and slammed into a solid mass. Before I could scream, a rough hand clamped over my mouth, and the cold edge of a blade pressed against my throat.
“Make a sound, and I’ll carve that pretty neck,” a voice growled, low and venomous. “Nod if you understand.”
I nodded, trembling, my breath trapped behind his grip.
“Not a smart move, wandering alone at this hour,” he sneered, the knife trailing down my chest, pausing just beneath my bra straps. “You never know who’s waiting.”
With a flick, the blade sliced through my dress and bra, the fabric falling away like a shed skin. Shadows stirred, and more figures emerged—large, menacing men with glints in their eyes that promised cruelty. My heart pounded as I thrashed against his hold.
The knife pressed harder against my throat. “Stop fighting, slut,” he hissed. “You’ll take what we give you—and you’ll like it.”
To the others, he barked, “Get her down.” Hands shoved me to the ground, my knees scraping the rough pavement. My skirt rode up, exposing my lacy red panties and the curve of my ass. Their eyes devoured me, and tears welled as the reality of my helplessness crashed over me.
“Please,” I whispered, voice breaking. “I’ll give you money, anything—just don’t—”
A fist collided with my cheek, the pain exploding like fire. “Shut up,” the leader snarled. “We’ve been waiting for a piece like you all night, haven’t we, boys?”
A low rumble of agreement answered him. My stomach churned as he leaned closer, his breath hot against my ear. “We’re gonna fuck you like you’ve never been fucked before, and you’re gonna beg for more.”
The knife slipped under my panties, tearing them away in one swift motion. I heard a rustle behind me, then felt something press against my core—unyielding, invasive. I squirmed, but hands pinned me tight. With a slow, deliberate thrust, he forced himself inside me, each inch a searing violation. I cried out, but the sound was swallowed by the night. His rhythm quickened, his thick length stretching me painfully, his hips slamming against me with brutal force.
“Shut her up,” someone growled. A second man stepped forward, his erection looming before my face. A hand gripped my jaw, forcing my mouth open. “Bite, and this knife goes down your throat,” he warned. Terrified, I complied, taking him in, struggling against his length as he pushed deeper, choking me with short, sharp thrusts.
The man behind me groaned, his pace frantic now. With a guttural yell, he finished, his warmth flooding me. Before I could catch my breath, another took his place, his thrusts even more punishing, each one tearing at my core. I was trapped, caught between the relentless pounding at both ends, my body no longer my own.
The man in my mouth moaned, his release spilling over my lips, dripping down my chin as I gasped for air. To my horror, more men waited, their hands working themselves as they watched, hungry for their turn. Five of them, each one expecting to claim me.
Another took my mouth, finding a cruel rhythm, while the one behind me finished, coating my skin with his release. But the nightmare wasn’t over. A new presence loomed, and I felt pressure at my untouched rear. I tried to scream, but my mouth was full, the sound muffled as he forced himself into my virgin passage. The pain was blinding, each thrust a fresh torment, yet he didn’t stop, driving deeper until I thought I’d break.
Time blurred into an endless cycle of violation. One after another, they took their turns, their laughter echoing as they left me crumpled in the alley, my body battered, their release dripping from me. “What a good fuck,” one of them chuckled as they vanished into the dark, leaving me alone with the weight of their cruelty and the cold, unyielding night.
