Short Cut to trouble

©Shyblueeyes1968



(Approx. 2980 words) MF, teen, anal, rape, non-consent.



She was late, again, okay not really late, but she’d been warned, ‘next time young lady and you won’t be allowed in class...” Ok, perhaps the heels weren’t such a good idea, as she tried to walk as fast as she could. Oh Christ, what am I going to look like when I get there, all sweaty and sticky. It was such a beautiful day when she had got up this morning, early. The sun was streaming through the curtains and she practically bounced out of bed, but, she just couldn’t make her mind up. What to wear, sensible or sexy or…well anyway, as usual, she’d lost track of time, she loved dressing up, always had, trying on all sort of combinations, daring herself to go it something really outrageous, fantasying and getting and having a little play. This morning she was feeling particularly daring and was totally engrossed in the activity until, noticing the time, she had rushed and picked something. Something, turned into a cotton summer dress, with mid thigh hem and slinky black ‘wet look’ leggings…leaving barely time to do something with her hair.



She glanced at her watch, and cursed, there was no way she was going to make in time, not without running, and she couldn’t run in 5 inch heels. What possessed her to put heels on, stupid bitch, she knew she was late. Just then she stopped as she passed the opening of an alleyway, between the rows of terrace houses. I could cut down there she thought, I might just make it then. She looked down the ally, it would save five minutes, perhaps a little bit more, otherwise it meant walking to the end of the terrace, which had to be almost half a mile, and then back down the other side…but, you heard stories…



The alleyway wasn’t too bad at the street end, but further in it appeared to be overgrown and littered with rubbish, but it still looked passable and used by people. The problem was, though, what sort of people that used such lanes, it really didn’t bare thinking about. The funny thing though, she had thought about it and more...



Again, she glanced at her watch. Even taking this short cut was putting it find, but she might just make it. Her mind made up, she began to walk down the ally. When she and her friends were younger, they use to dare each other to go down here and other similar places, enjoying the thrill and excitement of the potential dangers. They would tell each other wild stories of what happened, or what they had heard had happened to others. As she and her friends got older, these stories had become increasingly sexual in nature, and she at least, became very excited by them. In fact just thinking about it was getting her a little horny…they were always about what happened to little girls that went down alleys like this on their own. Of course girls would never do that, except that was exactly what she was doing; walking down this dark, dingy and dirty ally, all on her own.



The further down she went the more cluttered with rubbish and over grown it became. At about the half way point it formed a dog leg, where it was intersected by another alleyway that ran parallel to the line of the terrace houses. There were lots of them in this area, but most had either been gated or had become so overwhelmed with rubbish and plants that were impassable.



She reached the corner and turned, for the next 10 meters or so, she would be out of sight of either street end, and here it was even more overgrown and darker, because there were trees in the gardens on either side. They had spread and formed a canopy overhead, making it dark and gloomy. She didn’t see or hear the man, and yet she must have walked straight past him. The first thing she knew about not being alone in the dark alleyway was a sensation of somebody close behind her. Before she had time to react, somebody had grab her around the waist, while at the same time a hand came up over her face and clamped itself firmly over her mouth, and muffled the scream that began to form in throat.



“Don’t struggle and don’t scream…and I promise I won’t hurt you…Understand, don’t scream,” said a male voice quietly but menacingly in ear. At first she was too shocked to react, but he repeated the question and this time she nodded her head.

“Good…smart girl…now…I’m not going to lie to you…you and I know exactly what’s going to happened, and how it goes is up to you, understand.”

Again she made a small nod.

“It can be easy and you won’t get hurt or it can be hard and you’ll get hurt, I can promise you that. Either way, little girl, you going get rapped”. He pushed her firmly up against a wall.

“Right, I am going to take my hand away…OK? But if you scream or call out, I’ll smash that pretty little face into the wall, which would be a shame, because you’re such a pretty little thing…so, do understand?”

She nodded her head…and the hand came away. For a second she nearly did it, but she got control of herself and tried to remain calm, perhaps if she just played along, she’d get a chance…



“Hmmm so my pretty, you’re a smart girl, what’s you name?”

“Jenny.”

“Hello Jenny, and how old are you Jenny?”

“18”

“Really, you know, when I first saw you, I thought you weren’t a day over 14, still no matter.”

The man pressed himself against her, and began to run his hand up and down her side. She could feel it, pressing in to her buttocks, it was hard, very hard, and she knew what was going to happen…she didn’t need him to say it. Stay calm, she told herself, you’ve got to stay calm, there’d be a way out of this, some way she’d get out of it, BUT she had to stay calm!



“You know I love a girl that doesn’t wear a bra, I noticed that when I saw you the other day…Oh yes, I have had my eye on you for a while, the way you teased me with you slutty little outfits.” His hand came around and began to squeeze and caress her left breast. “Hmmm God, that feels good, you know, when I realised it was you coming down here, I couldn’t believe my eyes, I thought, fuck, I’ve died and gone to heaven.”

He was now moving his hips, rubbing his crutch over her bum cheeks, pressing his hardness into her firm buttocks as he continued to whisper into to her ear.

“God, how I dreamed of doing this to you…but I thought I never get the chance, a chance to pay you bitches back…”



His other hand had moved downwards and was unbuttoning the front of her dress. Oh well, she silently told herself, at least he not ripping them off, that’s considerate of him…she was struggling to fight down the hysteria that was threatening to rise up and overwhelm her. His hand snaked inside and she could feel it snaking its way under the waistband of her leggings, and moving down over her belly, until he cupped her pussy, her bare, smooth knickerless pussy.



“Hmmm no knickers…what sort of girl comes down an alleyway without knickers on? Oh my…even if you go to police, what are they going to think…you came down here, on your own, without any knickers, you know what call girls like you…don’t you.” His hand squeezed. “Even if this gets to court, God my defence would have a field day…think what the papers would say about that.”



She knew he was right, people would find out, even if didn’t get in the papers, they’d say she brought on to herself, they’d definitely think she was a slut…she’d seen it happen with girls at her school. Perhaps, if she’d resisted…taken the chance, at least it would a looked better, wouldn’t it? Just she let out a gasp as the man began to push a finger between her pussy lips and began to gently rub her clit.



“Move you feet apart, open up little girl.” Before she knew what she was doing, she had moved, and instantly the finger pushed in deeper. “Hmmm you got a nice little cunt, and smooth too, I do love a smooth cunt…did you do it for me little girl?” When she didn’t reply, he pinched her down there, and made her cry out. “I asked you a question, perhaps I think, we should lay down some rules, when I ask you something, I expect answer, is that clear? He prompted her with another pinch.

“Yes.”

“Good girl”

His hand left her and she felt him stand back and heard the sound of a zipper, and bit her lip, bracing herself for what was about to come. Part of her wanted to look, be instead she closed her eyes instead. She felt her dress being lifted up and then hand hooking into the waistband of her leggings, pulling them down and over her bum and stopped halfway down her hips. She felt coolness of the air on her bare skin... His hand came back up the inside of the high, stroking her soft skin, and then he squeezed and caressed her bum cheeks. Then she felt something else and the knowledge of what it was made jump as it pressed against right arse cheek.



He whispered into her ear, almost affectionately, “hmmmm, you’ve got a sweet little arse...just like a juicy peach...sweet.” One of his hands moved back around her front to her pussy and resumed playing with her pussy.

“And you cunt, well, that something else...you know, I just can’t make my mind up what I going to do...spoilt for choice.” For the moment, the implication of his comments passed over her had, because she had a more pressing concern, because despite her fear, her body was being to respond to his touch. His hand was cupping her pussy, and he was moving it up and down, so that is larger finger was entering her, while the figures either side were rubbing her outer lips, and when his hand came up, first the palm and then the finger pressed against her clit. He would pause for a few seconds and tease it, and then the push back down.



Suddenly he removed his hand, and step back. “Move back and lean again the wall” she did as she was instructed, “back a bit more, yea that’s good.”

Puzzled for a few seconds, she glanced over her shoulders, FUCK she thought, when she saw is...is cock...Oh God. However instead of fucking her, which was what she expected...she felt something else happened, as his hand touched her thighs and she felt something wet...a kiss. She glanced around again, and was surprised to see her attack on his knees.

He smiled and kissed her arse again.



“Spread your feet wider, and bend over some more” he instructed her, “yea that’s it, hmmm now that’s a pretty sight...” He licked his tongue down over her arse cheek, and down over her thigh and then up to her pussy, placing a kiss on it, before licking his tongue slowly over it. Jenny couldn’t control her response and she pushed back against the tongue...Oh God, she thought, he turning me on...I being rapped and I getting excited, what sort of slut am I?

All other thought was overwhelmed as he pushed tongue into her pussy and began to lick her, moving his tongue around inside of her. He did this for a few minutes, and then moved out and down to her clit and toyed and licked it.



He could tell that her body, if not her mind, was responding to this invasion, although it might not like what was in his mind a the moment, in fact he was certain of that. Jenny gave up and finally surrendered, and began to pant, she had never been oral sex quite like this...Oh god this was so bad...so good...it was too much. Suddenly the licking stopped and she felt him move away and stand up. After a few seconds she opened her eyes and glanced over her shoulder. He was still there, but doing something, he was putting something on his...cock. One hand was holding a tube, while the other was massaging something onto his...thing...cock. So, this is it...part of her screamed at her RUN stupid...RUN, and yet her legs would move.



Satisfied with what ever he was applying, he stepped forward again, and she closed her eyes, turned and faced the wall. His hands, sticky, touched her bum cheeks, and then one of them moved downwards, pressed in between her cheeks. For a second she was puzzled, but when a finger began to press against her anus, it dawned on her, where he wanted to fuck her.

She stood up and tried to pull away, but he must have been ready, because he followed her, and pushed her back up against the wall.



“Please...No...not there...Please...” she begged.

“Do you really think you have a say in this?”

“Look, I let you fuck me, just not there; I’ve never been...done that.” Which strictly speaking wasn’t really true, but the handle of hair brush was one thing, that cock was something else.

“Look bitch, I don’t care, but it up to you, either let me put some of this in, or not, I going to fuck that sweet arse, it’s what I always wanted to do to you, from the moment I saw you...and besides I think there going to be plenty of time for your little cunt.” The tone was calm and quiet, but very menacing, and Jenny realised that her best hope, her only hope was to co-operate.

“Please, be gentle....”

“Good girl...you know, it won’t hurt that much...now push it out a little, yea that it, good girl.” He squeezed some more lubricant onto his fingers and pushed them between her cheeks. “You better try to relax, it won’t make much difference to me, but it’ll save you a whole lot of grief if you do...”

Jenny breathed in deeply and tried to do as she was told, and she felt a little stabbed of pain as the fingers entered her. They pumped in and out a few times and then left, a few seconds later they were back.



He fingered her arse for a few more minutes. “Fuck, that’ll have to do” and pulled them out. She felt his cock touch her arse and pushed between her cheeks, and touched her anus. Oh god, try to relax, she told herself, but she found it impossible. The pressure built up and then suddenly, with popping sensation and searing pain, he entered her. She screamed and he gasped as he pushed firmly into her, and then paused for a second.

“Oh fuck ohhhh oh God, it hurts, please take it out take it out...” She pleaded, tears streaming down her face, as she tied to get away from the painful invader, but he just pressed his body against her and pushed up against the wall. He began to buck his hips, not caring how much her hurt her or whether anybody heard her cries. At first they were just short sharp movements, but because he knew he would’t last very long, he quickened his pace, thrusting in deeper and harder, making her gasp and cry out each time he thrust his cock deep into her.



God he wanted it to last, but he couldn’t hold it any longer and with a loud groan he pushed his cock in as hard as he could, forcing it in to it’s full length lifting jenny, who screamed loudly, off her feet, and started cumming hard. He pulled back and fucked his cock in again. Jenny’s legs had given away, and she was only being help by his hands and the cock impaled up her arse. He made several more frantic thrust and pulled out and stood back, letting her collapse to the ground against the alley wall. After he got is breath back, he looked around and then bent down and picked the girls handbag and rummaged through it.



Jenny lay there collapse against for wall, and didn’t notice this or when he left. For how long she wasn’t sure, possibly hours. Slowly, and with a groan of pain, she managed to pull herself and still dazed and shocked, pulled her leggings up. She tried to brush some of the dirt off herself in an absent minded manner. Oh what the heck, she limped back along the alley, and head back home. When she got home, she stubbed in through the door and as she passed the mirror in the hallway, she stopped dead. Christ, what a mess, it’s a good job I didn’t bump into anybody I knew.



A week later, the soreness gone, her mobile phone buzzed and when she picked it up she saw that it was a text message. It said unknown number on the display. Puzzled, she opened and read it. At first she went cold and then there was little tingle of fear, or was it excitement...It was from him. He must have searched her back and taken her number. The message said “Hi Jenny, come to the ally tomorrow again, 10:00, I know where you live, or I tell people what happened...I took some pics...”



©Shyblueeyes1968



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