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I felt like a prey animal, a bunny being herded by a pack of dogs. And how could I not feel like an animal when that primal, animalistic part of my brain, the one we all pretend isn’t there, roared to life, scattering goosebumps across my skin, my hairs rising in formation like soldiers ready for the danger being sensed ahead, alerting me that something was very, very wrong- before any other part me even knew they were there? 

They’re formed in a circle around me, three of them. They’re all standing casually, relaxed, with leering, smiling faces like they just found a nice surprise for the night. I’m standing very still aside from my flickering eyes, trying, but failing, to not nervously fidget as if they won’t be able to see me if I stand still enough. But these aren’t blind creatures in a dark forest. No, these were men who very much could see me. Even the ones standing outside of my periphery, I could feel their eyes burning through the back of me. 

“Well, well, well. What do we have here?” One of them, a white man with colorful tattoos whirling up his forearms and disappearing beneath his rolled up grey crewneck, steps closer to me. He reaches up to touch my arm and I shrug him off and look away, sideways, down the alley. 

He laughs, “No one is coming save you, sweetheart. Didn’t anyone teach you not to walk in these parts? Or are you just a little stupid?”. He laughs again, the other three men snickering around me. I’m not looking at them though, or him, I’m still staring down the alley. But I’m not searching for help. I just can’t look at them or I’ll cry. I don’t want to give them the satisfaction. I’m silently trying to muster up the courage to do something, anything. I will fight. I will fight, I have to. I’m not looking at them anymore because I know I’ll lose any courage I scrounge up the minute their eyes meet mine but I saw enough of their builds to know there’s no chance I’m getting away from them unless they let me. They haven’t even said anything sexual yet but I had the worst feeling they weren’t letting me go until they got something from me, something I wasn’t willing to give. 

And, of course, I had heard that this side of town was a bad area. I’ve always avoided it. But my stupid boyfriend got mad at me tonight because he thought I was making eyes at a man at the grille when I wasn’t. But when I tried to argue, he pulled over and told me to get out of his car. I got out and went to open the back door to grab my purse from the backseat when he sped off. My phone was in there. And my wallet. And I was on the other side of the city. Avoiding this part would make my trek home entirely too long. I couldn’t get an uber or call for help. But I thought, it was 3am. The bars have all closed an hour ago. It’s dead quiet. Nobody will be around to bother me. I was wrong. So was I stupid? It was feeling a little like that. Still, fuck him for saying that and his stupid friends for laughing. 

I remind myself I have to be fighting so I force myself to voice that thought aloud. My ears are mostly being drowned in the sound of my thundering heartbeat but I hear enough of my voice to know it came out weaker than I intended. But it still lands, I think, as his grin falls. 

Faster than what I could react to, he grips my bicep, turns me around, and pulls me back against him, arm around my neck, the other groping my breast through my clothing. I try to pull his arm down, away from my neck, but he doesn’t budge despite me using both of my hands and all my strength. 

Im scared. My heart is racing, my breathing is growing more rapid, disgust crawls across my skin when he dips his hand down and pulls up the hem of my shirt, hooking my bra along with it on his hand’s ascent up my torso until my tits plop out of the fabric, the cool breeze instantly puckering my nipples, and he palms them in his hand. He leans down and moans and drags a warm, wet tongue up the shell of my ear. I cringe away in disgust. 

He laughs, grips my chin and jerks my face straight. “Look at my boys here, baby. You feel so good, I’d be a bad friend not to share, right?” 

I look at the two men in front of me. One, tanner than the one restraining me, was smirking at me with his arms crossed. The other, a black man with dreads just past his collarbone, wasn’t smiling. He was just staring at me. The guy behind me gestures to him and continues, “You see, my friend here has recently got married to a sweet, little doll and he’s been trying to be a good guy for her.” He drawls out sarcastically. “But, here’s the thing, love, he’s not really a good guy.” He mockingly shakes his head as if this was disappointing to him. “No, none of us are. He’s put himself on a leash, but tonight… he wants to break free and be a little ravenous with me and my brother here.” He nods to the other man. He pushes me away and I stumble a step before righting myself. “And you, stupid cunt, have walked right on by like a perfect little gift from God.” He laughs.

The black man cuts in, voice low and serious, eyes piercing through mine,

“Or the devil.”

It sends shivers up my spine and I straighten. I knew these men wanted to violate me but something about the way the air changed when he said that made me realize they, perhaps, were going to hurt me more than I thought. 

I glance around and decide, before I really gave it a real thought, to run towards the widest gap between the three of them. I barely get two steps before the one who had been holding me and the black man stepped together and block my escape. 

From behind me, I feel a rough pull as my scalp barks in pain and my neck snaps back as the tan man grips a handful of my hair. 

“I’m done waiting. I’m getting this bitch started on my cock”

The tattooed guy laughs and shakes his head, not moving to stop his friend from dragging me over towards the building wall.

“You’re always impatient, man” 

My hair is let go and I’m turned around and pushed to my knees. He scoffs. 

“I got three holes waiting for me. Why spend time bullshitting when I can be busy ripping her open with my dick?” 

The way they’re all so nonchalantly talking about what they’re about to do and discussing me like I’m not a human being while cracking jokes and laughing has me feeling so helpless before anything has even happened. They have no remorse for what they’re about to do. They aren’t even acting like wild animals who just can’t help themselves. No, these are men who enjoy bringing pain to another, who relish in the power of the act itself. 

These are men and I am a girl. And isn’t that a tale just as old as the big, bad wolf eating the little, innocent bunny? 

He rips his jeans open and pulls his cock out, cut and veiny, and slaps it on my face. I try to back up only to hit my head off the brick wall behind me. I realize he positioned me against it so I had no space to get relief from this assault. 

He digs in his pocket and flicks a pocket knife open and I freeze. I can feel my eyes go wide. 

“I suggest you don’t let me get too impatient and you open your little mouth. If I can’t use your god given holes…” 

He traces the tip of the knife across my cheek. 

“I’ll have to make a hole to fuck…” 

He brings the knife to right under my eye and stops. 

“Or… maybe I’ll pop this pretty brown eye out and then I’ll have a good size hole to drain my balls into without having to carve one in ya… I’d enjoy all the blood but, like they said, I’m impatient.” 

He shrugs and takes the knife off my face, winking down at me like he said something flirtatious. He pockets the knife and I release the breath I was holding. 

He slaps his dick across my face, but this time, I only scrunch my face in disgust. I try to tell myself it’s the smart move, the one that will lead to my safety. But, it mostly feels like a wave of shame and cowardice washing over me. Regardless, I stay still. 

“Good. Cunt” 

He taps it a few more times, my eyes flinching close with each contact with my face. 

“Now open the fuck up.” 

His tone has no amusement in it now. I close my eyes so I don’t have to see and open my mouth a tiny bit. That’s all he needed before he shoves his cock in between my parted lips and forces them to open wider. 

The taste of sweat fills my tongue. He grips my hair again and thrusts his hips forward till my nose is touching this stomach, his hairs tickling my face. I gag instantly. I’ve never had a porn star gag reflex much to the chagrin of my boyfriend. 

Threats of gouging my eye out forgotten in my panic for more air and to stop the convulsions of my throat as it tried to eject the dick twitching against my uvula, I push against his thighs with both hands but he barely seems to notice. 

Bile comes bubbling up and spits out of my mouth before I can stop it. I feel embarrassed but instantly chastise myself. Why would I feel embarrassed about being gross when they’re raping me? Can I not be pathetic and so insecure for one moment? 

From behind, the tatooed man speaks. 

“We don’t want to watch you get your nut off like some fucking cucks, dude. The chick’s for all of us. She’s got three holes. Fuck her mouth if you want, but let me in that pussy” 

I collapse forward on my hands and knees as air comes into my lungs when I’m released. The tattooed man lays on his back beside me and it forces me to focus again. Why would he lay on the ground? 

He grabs my wrist and tugs me toward him.

“Let’s go, baby. Sink that pussy on my dick” 

He wants me to ride him? I’d never heard of a girl being raped and forced to ride. My mind has been flashing dirty porn videos I’ve seen, trying to imagine what will happen, where a girl is bent over in an alleyway. I’m caught off guard. Why would he want that when it requires him to lay on the ground. I glance around. It’s sort of clean for an alley street, save for a pile of trash bags spilling garbage from holes ripped open by alley cats further down, but still.

Dread pools into my stomach when I feel a hand grip the back of my neck and a man crouch down behind me, his dreads brushing my cheeks as he leans around to whisper in my ear. 

“I can hear your brain trying to think but there’s nothing to decide here. You’re going to be our toy for a few minutes no matter what you try… I suggest being more accommodating. Perhaps it will make me more merciful in the end.” 

In the end? What does he mean by merciful in the end? He doesn’t mean that they don’t plan to let me go, right? But he did say “a few minutes”. Maybe he just means they’ll be more gentle. Gentle would be better. I raise my eyes to the sky and pray silently in my mind for this to be quick and not too painful. 

He pushes me towards the tattooed man who has now pulled his jeans down and taken his member out, slowly stroking it, waiting. 

I can’t do this. I can’t do it. I start shaking my head no and trying to stand up but the hand on the nape of my neck holds me down. I hate him. I hate all of them for how easy this seems to be for them. 

I see stars and feel my head shift to the left as a sting spreads across my cheek. The tan man was now crouching too, in front of me, after slapping me across the face. His eyes are full of annoyance but they’re bright, lit up- excited. 

“Listen, bitch, you’re making us all impatient now. Let’s fucking go.” 

The black man shoves me forward while he grabs on to me to help maneuver me on to the one laying down. Once I’m hovering above him, he grabs my hips and forces me down as he lifts up to push into my pussy. 

The guy looked of average size, though I had been trying not to look, but it felt foreign and bigger than expected inside of me. He sighs and grabs my throat and pull me down so we are chest to chest. Behind me, I feel someone put a hand on my lower back, a smack on my ass cheek that makes me yelp, and then I feel it against my asshole. 

I start bucking forward to attempt to put distance between my ass and the man behind me, but between the two of them holding me down, I’m doing it to no avail. 

I’m panicking and I can feel the tears welling up but I’m trying to not show weakness, as if the tears would make me look weak as if I don’t already, being raped in a dirty alley. Somehow, not crying is the line my dignity wont cross. Too little, too late for dignity, isn’t it? But still, Im blinking back the watergates in the midst of the brink of a panic attack. 

He laughs behind me and lets go of me. The one below me grips me harder as the black man stands and steps to the side of me. 

“You’re right, how rude of me. You do deserve to see the cock that’s about to gape that little hole open.” 

His dark member is looming in my face. He’s right, too. That thing will gape me open. It’s long and thick, thicker than I thought dicks got. 

He goes back around and settles in behind me. 

“Oh, man. This stupid slut got wetter when she saw you. I think she likes you.” 

My eyes widen as I look down at who spoke and see his shit eating grin. I was not getting wetter. He was lying. 

I could feel my ass cheeks being spread and the pressure of something at the entrance of my back hole. My goosebumps raise back up as I brace. I can’t do this. 

He says, 

“Oh, yeah? Does this little cunt like being stretched wide? Looking at your hole, I wouldn’t have guessed.” 

Then he pushes, the pressure and pain building as he tries to force it in. I cry out, and for a few seconds I think it simply won’t fit and I’ll be saved, when it slides in like water breaking through a damn. It feels like it too. I scream but a hand clamps over my mouth to muffle it instantly. 

It feels like I’m being torn open. It burns and aches. They both start moving in synch. If I wasn’t so overloaded with pain and panic, I would have thought about how they must have done this before, to be in tune with each other, the tattooed man’s dick hitting my cervix as he thrusts up at the same time as the black man’s large dick bottoms out in my ass making me feel like my guts might be being shoved out of the way to make room. It’s such an overwhelming feeling of being full, coupled with bursts of pain at every slight movement, that the tears start falling from my eyes rapidly anyway. 

His hand leaves my mouth to better grip my hips again and I beg, 

“Get it out, stop! Stop! Oh my god, god, please, I can’t- I can’t! Plea-“

The words are just tumbling out of my mouth when my hair is yanked back again, this time by the tan man and his cock shoves into my mouth mid sentence. 

“I was beginning to think you went mute! Turns out you can still speak. Except your tongue is better used for me than the English language… fuck…. Yes, that’s right.” 

He pumps into my throat, my eyes bulging, my throat constricting every time he thrusts in. 

He pulls out for a second, rubbing his cock across my face before shoving back in. 

“Thought I’d let you know what your bitch tears taste like too.” 

The lack of proper oxygen from the cock lodged down my throat and the inability to even gain footing over my body enough to move on my accord from the constant onslaught in my pussy and ass, has me feeling helpless in a way I’ve never felt before. 

I stop feeling like a person, like a girl who just wanted to go walk him after a fight with her boyfriend.  I can hear them grunting and moaning around me, their skin slapping against mine, the squelching as my spit drips down my chin and my pussy self lubricates to accommodate the violation of my body. 

I’m having the worst moment of my life. The most vile thing to happen to me and they are moaning in pleasure. It’s disgusting. 

I feel my body give up, I feel my mind try to drift away but it cant. I can’t focus on anything except the burning ache in my stomach, the pressure in my pussy, and the clogged airway of my esophagus as three cocks slide in to my holes, plugging me up from every angle. 

Eventually, over the waves of pain and despair, I hear their grunts get louder and feel their thrusts slow. One them chuckles then and sighs in satisfaction. The other two laugh quietly with him. I’m not sure how long they used my body for, maybe twenty minutes. It’s hard to keep track of time when in pure agony. 

They all pull out at the same time, as if they have given each other a signal to. Maybe they did. My eyes are closed and I never want to open them again. I don’t open them even when I’m pushed off the man I was sitting on. I just curl up on my side and wait for them to go away. 

A few silent seconds tick by before the tattooed one says, 

“Man, that pussy was so good I think I need a round two. What about you boys?” 

The tan one laughs. 

“Nah bro, I think I still got another load I need drained for sure. Except, I don’t feel like hearing her or having to hold her down this time, do you?” He turns to the black man. 

“No… I don’t.” 

I start to cry harder again realizing they’re not done with me. 

I hear footsteps approach. 

“Don’t worry, little girl. You won’t have to feel the pain of it this time. We really need to let loose tonight and have a real toy.” 

I feel him brush hair off my face and behind my ear. The moment of softness feels out of place in the dark alley. 

 “And…well… you’re too alive to be a toy.” 

My eyes shoot open then, my brain realizing a second too late what I was seeing, that silver blade glinting against the moonlight, the knife he had pocketed earlier, when I’m yanked up to sit on my claves and feel a deep pressure against my throat. 

My hands fly up to my neck, blinded by the sharp pain. I can’t breathe. The gurgling from my mouth sounds disconnected and far away in my ears. I don’t feel the warmth and wetness of the blood dripping down my chest. My eyes focus a few feet away and the black man meets my blurry-visioned eyes. 

“Don’t worry, you’ll get three more loads in you. Be useful one last time in your pathetic life. We’re doing you a favor, really. What better way to be six feet in the ground but still leaking cum from all your holes? It’ll even keep you warm in the cold, dark Earth.”  

One of them hauls my body up by the armpits behind me, drags me till we reach the pile of black trash bags, then throws me to the ground. I have no energy or mind to resist anything. 

I barely registered the words, only a faint zap of fear running down my spine, but I can’t think about it. I can’t think about anything. The black asphalt littered with trash flashes in front of my eyes before everything goes dark, before my body hits the ground to join the rest of the things people used and discarded.