A Rapist Nightmare

His grimy eyes stare out into the dreary cold night as he stands alone in a dark alley. He’s watching her from a short distance, waiting for just the right moment. His focus is on a well dressed woman that steps forth out of the thick clinging fog that swirls around her body as she moves effortlessly across the damp night grass. She appears to float along as if she were the dead rising from their graves.

The woman smiles and inhales deeply as she stretches her long thin arms above her head. Her older style blue hip hugging skirt, molds to her body as if begging someone to stroke their hands over her body. A tight gray sweater hugs the swell of her ample breasts, lifting them even higher then normal so that the nipples look directly at you when she moves. Her blond hair hangs loose, streaming down over her shoulders. Her bangs hang down partly blocking the view of the coal blue eyes as if only to tease you with them.

A breeze kicks up causing her blond locks to blow free playfully about her fair skin. The swirling haze of the fog works in her favor as she walks onto a main alleyway. She walks slowly, looking hard at buildings as if lost. Dimly lit windows look like small eyes staring balefully down on her. This is not a place for a sexy lady to be out wandering in the dark. As she turns the corner onto a smaller alley a large rugged black man slips from a shadowed doorway. Lost in thought, she walks slower, showing no fear of her surroundings.

The man is dressed like a thug, and casually strolls along as he watches her from a short distance. He walks with an air of comfort, living in the area all his life, he knows the area well. He conceals a large knife that hangs in it’s sheathe off his belt.

As she slows her pace, he calls out to her, “Hey Sugar.” His deep voice rings out loud from behind her. She looks casually over her shoulder, but doesn’t answer him. She picks up her pace and moves swiftly towards an opening to the left. She ducks into the shadows, but she moved to slowly and he sees where she is hidden.

With a deep booming laugh he follows her into the alley. When she sees it is a dead end she turns, thinking she could get back into the main alley, instead the stranger stands in front of her.

“Hello sugar,” he says with a grin on his face. His eyes look her over with an obvious hunger in them. She begins to back away from him, her eyes darting looking for an escape. Sadly, even the alley was against her as she backed away from him, her foot stepped into a small puddle of greasy water. Her pump slipped in it, and down she went, her ass smacking into the concrete, causing her to cry out in pain.

“Don’t worry sugar I will take care of you.” His tone frightens her, and she realizes what he has on his mind.

He laughs deeply as he moves slowly towards her with the knife in his hand. The long, thin blade, reflex’s the shinny half-moon that hangs low in the air. He moves at her quickly before she can get back on her feet.

She feels the cold blade touching the tender skin on her neck, making her cry out softly. “No no no please....!” she shouts with a low whimper.

She feels his lips touch her ear “Sugar your gonna give me so much lovin tonight! I will make you my whore.” His words were so vulgar and dirty to her, but it made it obvious that he intended to do harm to her. He reaches out a strong hand and grabs her firmly around the neck, holding her completely immobile.

Just then she feels the cold steel blade moving slowly down her body, until he finds the edge of her sweater. The sharp blade cuts through the woven sweater with effortless ease. Her eyes open wide and meet his as her pale cream colored breasts spill out from under the destroyed sweater. Her face flushes a pale red as she struggles to hide them from his eyes.

The moonlight made this moment feel surreal for them both, almost like a dream. The cool air kissed her breasts, making the dark pink nipples to harden. Her nipples formed into solid points of flesh before him as she again struggles to get free. He growls at her like a wild animal, then pushes her to the ground and straddles her so she couldn’t move. He leans heavily on top of her, pressing his larger body over her smaller frame. He catches her nipple in his mouth and bites down on it brutally, making her scream out.

He slaps her hard across the face, telling her to be quiet. He then holds the knife blade closely to her shaking lips and warns her again, “Do as you are told and this could be pleasant, but don’t listen, and you might lose your life. Do you fucking understand?” he said in a low husky voice.

Fear consumes her, and her body goes limp as she lays there quietly whimpering in fear. She can feel his thick hard shaft through his pants, pressing into her stomach. He deliberately rubs his swollen member up and down her mid section. She feels his callous hand rubbing over her breasts, and then pinching her nipple with force.


She lays there numb to his repeated assault. “Good my bitch, just lay still and do as your told.” Lust consumes his mind, and fills with various delusions. He reaches down and pushes her tight skirt up, forcing it up over her hips. The cool night air rushes over her body and she begins to whimper. He slaps her hard across her face and tears cascade down her cheeks, shimmering in the moonlight that sweeps across her face.

His hands savagely tear at her thin panties and rips them from her body. He tosses them in the direction of a trash dumpster, and then turns his full attention to the smell of her body. The light scent of her perfume and cleanly shaven body, drives him insane. As he holds the knife near her throat, he leans down once more to bite her nipple. She continues to hold still even as a little blood begins to ooze from her left nipple.

With his free hand he unhooks his belt, and then unbuttons his pants, pulling down the zipper in one quick motion. His mouth stays locked onto her nipple, sucking and licking it around in circles. When she hears his actions, it causes her to whimper again. Her mind races, experiencing the feeling of needing to wake up, hoping this must all just be a bad dream.

He shifts his body, and then pushes his pants down to his knees, freeing his pent up cock. He switches to her other nipple and begins to torture it in the same way, biting it until it bled. She feels his cock trying to angle her hips so he can’t penetrate her. He shifts upward and presses his cock head to her cunts lips. “Ahhh you gonna like this whore!” He feels her wetness, and uses one hand to guide his throbbing cock towards her tight opening.

He bites down hard on her right nipple as her slams his cock fully into her cunt. The soft folds of her cunt surround his cock and grip it firmly. He begins thrust is cock quickly in and out of her, hitting the cervix with each hard stroke.

She whimpers, but does not move as he holds the knife firmly at her throat. She lays there, powerless as he takes her breasts once more, licking, sucking, and biting her like a wild animal.

Her folds are incredible tight, but well lubed, making his rape all the more pleasurable. With each stroke into her hot folds, his balls smack into her small round ass. His roughness punishes and humiliates her even more. After several minutes of this brutal rape his cock begins to swell deep in her heated folds.

She begins to moan loudly in enjoyment, as the thought of him cumming deep inside her consumes her thoughts. She begins to buck her hips fiercely into his, consuming more of his thick cock deep inside her moistness. She licks her lips as he looks down at her face.

“Come on you stud,” she moans in a low voice. Her tone is hot, and expresses the need to ride his cock. Uncontrollable words spill from her lips, “Fill me with your rapist cum!” she moans loudly.

She wraps her legs tightly around his waist, embracing him in her warm silken embrace. He bucks hard one last time and shoots his load deep into her throbbing cunt. He pulls his lips from her nipple, and looks down at the woman. She is somehow different, slowly changing as he continues to stare at her now pale skin.

As his breathing slows, his limp cock is still being milked dry deep inside her tight cunt. His cock inside her no longer feels warm, but instead feels like a cold tight rubber hose wrapped around his cock. The inside tissue of her opening sucks up his cum, making her core dry. She painfully holds his cock with her tightness.

As he tries to pull his cock from inside her, he sees her as she really is, with stringy, thin hair, and the face of a creature covered in warts. Her coal blue eyes remain the same color, but her skin color turns gray like a corpse. The life inside her, is now cold and cruel. His own face turns pale, and the life behind his eyes runs away.

Her words are still soft, but the voice is coarse, almost broken now. “Was my fucking pussy good, you bastard?” She bends her head forward, looking up at him.

In shock, he freezes, still with his cock deep inside her tightness.

Her hand shoots down with a blink of an eye, grabbing the knife blade with a soft grunt. With one quick show of strength, she snaps the blade in half, and then drops it near his body. She reaches out and forcibly grabs him around his neck. She pulls his shocked face to her breast, which are no longer beautiful. Instead they look like rotting, sagging flats of old breast tissue.

“Thank you for my meal,” she whispers to him and then wraps her long legs around his body, holding him in place. He tries to fight, but she is stronger than any man he had ever met. It was like pushing against a stone wall.

When her rotting nipple nears his lips he bites down hard, trying to hurt her in any way he can. She sighs deeply with pleasure as he bites into her harden flesh, cuddling him closer into her cold body. Her insides are no longer hot or smooth, just cold and dry, and she uses it all to rape his cock, squeezing it even tighter. Her lips trace over his ear, along his neck, holding him in her strong grip.

Suddenly he feel something sharp poking into his neck, thinking it might be the knife, he tries to struggle free. The feeling changes to not one, but two sharp objects stabbing into his body. Without warning she slams her fangs deep into his neck. He can feel his blood moving swiftly to her lips as she works his neck.

She murmurs a soft “Yes!” as if cooing to him as she drinks. The pleasure he feels is more intense than any of the other 20 some rapes that he had done in the past couple of years. Soon he is griping her as if she were his long lost lover. Pleasure courses throughout his body until he feels himself fading into blackness from lack of blood.

His starved heart begins to spasm in his chest as she licks her lips, and then his neck. He hears her last words as his world dims.

“You’re mine now..... oh so handsome. Mine forever.” Her voice so full of happiness as she releases his still form from her grip. Reaching down, she finds the discarded blade and flicks it across her nipple and watches as dark blood flows freely.

In his dim vision, he sees this through his shadowy dieing eyes. Feeling her hand once more prodding over him, wiping her blood across his lips, making them burn. He whimpers, but she coos sweet words to him and fills his mouth with the blood streaming from her nipple.

“Drink my son!” She commands and rubs her hand over his throat causing him to gag and swallow the a large gulp. He whimpers once more and then begins to suck like a baby on tit. The bitter sweet blood flooding into his mouth, brings life back to him.

He feels her fucking him once more, sliding his coated cock in and out of tight hole. He growls darkly, drinking more of the dark blood until to grows full and spits the nipple from his panting lips. The thought of what he did sickens him, his mind unable to believe he has drunk this creature’s blood.

His cock is still hard though it feels different in her cunt as she fucks him. She rapes him as he did her earlier. He is too weak to stop her anyway. His cock was no longer able to provide sperm for her meals. He turns his head away from her hoping to find solace in the mists. This only allows him to find his reflection in a wet puddle.

With a scream of shock he looks on his new form. His once clean rugged good looking face is no more. In its place is a sore covered face with a lesion next to his nose. His words come out almost like hers, but more grating. “What did you do to me?” He reaches out for her in anger. This time he flies loose from her with a single shove. His cock came loose with a lewd popping sound from her body.

She rises to her feet smoothing out her skirt and looking over her sweater. Seeing the damage done to it she shrugged it off, letting it drop there looking at him. “You owe me a sweater mister,” she says giggling and turns toward the alleyway.

As he rises, he looks to her in anger. “Bitch!”

Turning she looks to him smiling a sluttish smile. “Come here!” When he does not come to her side she laughs. Smiling she uses a slutty tone now with him. There is something magical to her words commanding his body. “Come over here sexy.” He shakes his head no then is surprised as he finds his feet moving in her direction..

She catches his jaw squeezing it painfully. “Rule number one stud is I own you!” She releases him only to slam a fist into his stomach. The blow should only have made him laugh instead it doubled him over. Catching him she slings him easily over her shoulder rubbing his ass as she holds him naked from the waist down. She leaves his clothing in the alley for others to wonder.

Walking to a steaming grate she pushes down on it with her foot. The grate used often by her opens smoothly as she smiles “Welcome home lover.” She steps through carrying his weak form from the misty light of the night. The grate after a moment seals itself.

She laughs as she hefts him up, feeling his flaccid cock on her shoulder she leans to it. Slowly she sucked his head into her mouth with playfulness. Walking down the sewers tunnel she grows tired of the hard head in her mouth, and bites into it hard. He had enjoyed the attention until she had bitten him. He cries out in pain, and she rubs his ass once more, taking him into her home. His was just another scream in the dark down side of the city. The sound causes barely a head to turn in the mists, as another is taken.