r/rapekink_india

The rain stopped an hour ago. The alley still smelled like wet trash and rust. Navya took the shortcut even though she knew better. Now a hand clamped over her mouth and an arm locked around her waist dragging her between the dumpsters.

“Don’t scream,” a low voice growled. “Don’t even breathe loud or I’ll break your jaw.”

She tried to struggle but he was bigger stronger. His hand roamed up her ribs then squeezed her breasts through her shirt. No gentleness. Just ownership. Her nipples hardened anyway.

“Yeah,” he muttered grinding his cock against her ass. “Little slut walking alone at night begging for a real man.”

She shook her head but he spun her around slammed her back against the brick wall. His hand wrapped around her throat squeezing just enough to make her eyes water.

“I’m gonna fuck you right here in this alley. You’re gonna take it.”

He squeezed harder then let go. She nodded because she had no choice.

He yanked down her leggings and panties bending her over a stack of pallets. His cock was thick and he pushed in without warning. She cried out but he didn’t stop. He fucked her fast and hard his hips slapping against her ass.

“Take it you worthless cunt.”

He grabbed her hair yanked her head back and fucked her deeper. He wrapped his hand around her throat from behind cutting off her air for fifteen seconds then twenty. Black spots. Then he let go and she gasped.

He made her suck his cock until she gagged tears and drool running down her chin. He fucked her ass without lube spitting on her hole and forcing himself in. She screamed into her jacket.

Later he stood over her while she was on her knees on the wet asphalt. He aimed his cock at her face and let go. Hot urine splashed across her cheeks into her open mouth down her neck. She tried to turn away but he held her still.

“Drink it.”

She swallowed because she had to.

When he was done he shook off the last drops on her forehead.

Then he reached into his pocket and pulled out a handful of loose change, one and two rupee coins, with a few five-rupee coins mixed in. He flung them at her. The coins struck her cheek and scattered across the floor. Some rolled under the chair while others landed in her lap with a sharp metallic clink.

“That’s what you’re worth,” he said. “Chillar. Not even enough for a cup of chai. Now get out of my sight.”

He turned and walked away.

Navya stayed on her knees, shivering. The cold metal pressed against her skin. Slowly, she picked up a two-rupee coin. It was still warm from his hand.

She clutched it and let out a shuddering breath.

She couldn’t wait to do it again.