Taking Alexa

I look around the party, wondering how much longer I need to stay here. I came with my friend Valerie, but she wandered off and was swapping spit with a guy that she met twenty minutes ago. Chad? He looked like a Chad.

A man wearing jeans and a button down dress shirt walks up to me. He’s cute, with a swimmer’s build and standing around six feet. I look up at his eyes, and see that they’re a beautiful color of blue. His hair is a slightly shaggy, just got out of bed look that he probably spent an hour perfecting. I’m no slouch, but guys like him don’t usually pay attention to girls like me. I’m 5’ 4”, with shoulder length brown hair and a gymnast’s build. I used to do gymnastics, but my breasts grew a little too large to keep going after I graduated high school.

He smiles at me, and it seems to brighten the room a little. “You look how I feel,” he says with a smirk. “Keith,” he adds, extending a hand.

I smile back. “Alexa,” I reply, taking his hand briefly.

“Good to meet you. My friends all seem to have become otherwise occupied,” he nods to a group of guys all dancing with girls, “and I was hoping to find someone to partner with me for beer pong. Interested?”

“Um, I’m not a huge drinker,” I say hesitantly, looking around for Valerie.

“That’s ok, I can drink your cups, if you’d like. I’d settle for making a friend.”

I’m not sure about this, but his friendliness wins me over after a moment’s consideration. “Well… sure then.”

“Cool, the table is set up in the basement,” he says, heading towards the stairway in the kitchen. Softer music drifts up from a stereo somewhere down there, though it’s difficult to hear over the loud music on the first floor.

I follow him down, watching my step on the wooden stairs. “So how do you know Dan?” I ask.

“He cheats off me in chem,” he says with a laugh.

The sounds of the party upstairs are mostly muffled now as he opens a door on the side of a hallway and gestures for me to head in. The secondary music wafts out a little louder.

I step into the room with a smile, but my smile turns to a look of confusion at the room. Insulation hangs freely from the ceiling, and a rough carpet covers the floor. A table with a stereo sits to one side, and a couch is against the wall across from the door. I take another step in and turn back to look at Keith, seeing him come in behind me and shut the door, flipping a deadbolt with a clack.

“Um… what’s going on? Where’s the beer pong?” I ask, trying to keep the nervousness out of my voice and failing.

He steps forward and grabs my hip and the back of my neck, pulling me roughly into a kiss. His hand holds my neck tightly, and I let out a scream muffled by his mouth and try to push away off his chest.

He pulls me tighter, pressing my breasts and crotch against him. I bite down on his lap, and he pulls his head back, releasing my neck. He slaps my face hard and I let out a surprised yelp at the violence of it.

“Bitch,” he mutters, touching a finger to his lip. I try to pull back again, but he releases my hip and pulls my waist back against him. He turns me roughly and shoves me against the couch. I try to scrabble back up, but the heels of my shoes give way and I can’t get the leverage to overpower the bigger man.

He shoves me again and I lose my balance and pins me down over the arm, pressing his crotch against my ass.

I open my mouth and scream at the top of my lungs. “HELP! FIRE! HELP!”

He chuckles. “You’d be lucky if anyone down here could hear you. Not a chance with the party up there, and it’s pretty unlikely anyone will come down here. He runs a hand over my ass and gives it a slap. I gasp in surprise, still unable to process what’s happening.

“I have a boyfriend!” I shout helplessly.

“And?” he asks with a snicker. He reaches around to unbutton my jeans and roughly pulls them down.

I scream wordlessly, my thong exposed. “He’ll beat you up!” I yell, trying to kick out.

He tugs my jeans down further, using his foot to shove them down far enough to tangle my legs up. He presses his weight into my back and strokes my pussy through my thong.

I struggle against him, but my legs are trapped by my damn skinny jeans, leaving the white flesh of my thighs exposed. All I can do is yell as he presses on my pussy through the fabric of my underwear. He pulls my top up, trying to get it over my arms. I hold them tightly against my torso, trying to keep my white top on. A
stray thought flicks through my mind that it’s my favorite, and I hope he doesn’t rip it.

Almost as though reading my mind, he shifts his weight to pin me fully and grabs one sleeve, ripping it. I let out a soft moan as he does the same with the other.

“No,” I squeal, knowing that I’m going to need to leave the party like this. I flail, but the damage is done. He tugs the torn fabric over my head, tossing it to one side.

He runs his hands over my back and I let out a shiver that has nothing to do with the chill of the basement. His hands smoothly unhook my bra.

I desperately grab at the cups, pressing them to my small chest. “Stop,” I beg in a small voice.

He grabs the shoulder straps and rips them along the seam, leaving my hand as the only thing protesting what little modesty I maintained.

I grit my teeth and hold onto the cups. “Fuck you,” I spit at the floor, feeling exposed. The thin fabric of my thong is now the only thing between me and nudity.
I feel his smooth hands run over my back again, and then down to my ass. I flinch as he runs his fingers through my crack and his thumb brushes over my labia again. I hear a snap as he unbuttons his jeans.

“Noooo,” I wimper. “No, don’t. Don’t!”

I glance back to see him sliding his jeans down, tugging his boxers with them. His hard cock springs out and he slides it over my ass. I squirm at this, still clutching my ruined bra. “NO!” I shriek, “NO!”

“Yes,” he whispers back, barely audible over the music. He tugs my thong down and exposes me fully.

I start crying. “Please put it back,” I sniff. “Please cover me up.”

He rubs the head of his cock over my lips, smearing precum over them and slicking his head and shaft. “Fuck that. This is going to be great.”

I cluctch my bra tighter. “Don’t,” I say quietly. “I’m saving myself. Please.”

“A sexy thing like you?” He looks me over with a grin and I shudder at his gaze. “Damn. Picked the right girl,” he says, his voice a low growl. He presses the tip against my opening, working it around to start getting it in.

“No, NO!” I scream, twisting left and right. “Please!”

He pushes in further, and I feel his tip pass my lips and enter me. “Shit, you’re tight…” I feel him reach a hand around and clumsily rub at my clit. “Going to get wet for me?”

I squeal as he brazenly touches my clitoris. “I’m not going to cum for you, you fucking rapist!”

He laughs and continues rubbing me, pausing to spit on his fingers. I feel him working his cock back and forth more, pushing in.

I jump a little. “No,” I whine, “NO! You’re not my first, you’re not my first,” I mutter, more to myself than him.

I feel him pause. “Oh? The slut was pretending to be virtuous?”

I choke back a sob. “I’m not a slut,” I protest, realizing his misunderstanding. “I’ve never done anything. Please, stop! I promise I’m not,” I beg, knowing that my protests will fall on deaf ears.

“No need to get upset, I don’t care. Just make up your mind,” he says casually, as though talking about a baseball team he didn’t particularly care about. He slides in and out again, pushing in further on the thrust and resuming the rubbing.

I sob aloud, tears and snot running down my face. “Don’t. Don’t. My hymen… don’t.”

His voice drifts to me wryly, “I thought I wasn’t your first?”

“YOU CAN’T BE! GET OUT!”

“Oh,” he says, a note of understanding entering his voice. “I see. I’m sorry I called you a slut.” He pulls back and I feel relief for the briefest of moments. Hope that the rape might end. I scream as he slaps in hard, breaking past my hymen with a grunt.

“No!” I yell, though it’s already happened. “No…” my voice lowers as the rape begins in earnest.

He stops holding back, and starts pumping in and out, pushing further in each time. I moan with pain as my tiny, unused pussy strains to take him.

I hear him grunt with relief as his balls slap against me, his hardness buried fully inside my tight cunt. His fingers start to stroke and rub at my clit again.

Tears stream down my face freely, smearing my makeup. “Just fucking cum. Just fucking cum and go. Don’t do that, just cum.”

“You want me to cum inside you?” he asks, a note of amusement in his voice.

“No! No, don’t!”

“It’s not really fair for me to cum and you not to, especially during your first time,” he taunts as he keeps rubbing me. “You’re mine now. You’re going to fucking cum for me.”

I moan, grunting, ashamed at my body for betraying me as I feel his penis getting slicker. “Please don’t,” I beg, my voice cracking. “Please leave my clitoris. Please.”

He keeps rubbing, pumping his cock in and out of me. He grabs my shoulder, using it to pull himself deeper as he adjusts the angle, his body slapping against me harder. “You’re going to cum because I want you to. You don’t get a say,” he says in that same low growl.

My tears continue. “You’re really hurting me. You’re really hurting my pussy.”

“Get wetter for me, then,” he says, spitting on his fingers again and rubbing my lips before going back to my clit. He continues with the slow, deep, hard strokes into me.

I moan as he plays with my engorged clit. “You’re a piece of shit.”

“You’re my bitch,” he replies with a groan. “You’re nothing but my fuck toy now.”

I sob loudly, clutching my bra tightly. “I don’t wanna cum, I don’t wanna cum.”

“What you want doesn’t matter anymore.” He slides out fully, rubbing his tip over my clips and smearing more precum. He pushes back in and fingers my slicked clit.

I moan and shudder. “No,” I sob, but my contractions have started. “Why. Why. No. Fuck you. Fuck this.”

He keeps up the pace, letting out grunts with each thrust.

I feel myself cum. I moan and grunt as waves of pleasure rock over my body. “You shit,” I gasp, each thrust sending another wave. “You utter shit.”

My contracting pussy sets him off, and he starts to fuck me more violently as he shudders and groans. I feel his cock start to twitch as a warmness enters me as he cums.

“Don’t,” I moan, “don’t cum in my pussy.” But it’s already done and I lay limp.

He pumps his cock in me, milking the last of the cum out.

I lie there, shattered, cum and blood dripping out of my freshly raped pussy as he lifts me up and moves me over, pushing me down onto my back on the cushions.

I keep hold of my bra as he spreads my legs and gets between them, sliding his cock back into me missionary, holding my shoulders down against the scratchy couch.

“No,” I groan weakly. “No, you finished. Stop.”

He easily slips into my soaked and stretched pussy and begins to fuck me anew. “It’s over when I say it is,” he growls. “I’m not done with you yet.”

I just sob, tightly gripping my ripped bra and squeezing my eyes shut. “But you came,” I moan.

“Once. Let me see those tits,” he says, grabbing my arm and pulling it aside.

I scream and fight back, ferociously defending my last dignity. “No! You’ve had everything else, leave me this, please,” I beg. “They’re tiny anyway!”

He pulls harder, tugging my arms aside and exposing me. “You’re my fucking bitch!” he shouts back. “I’m not leaving you shit,” he adds, anger in his voice. He roughly grabs one of my tits and squeezes.

I scream again, wordless, in pain, humiliation, and misery. “They’re tiny, they’re tiny,” I sob. “You could have left them!”

He slaps the other and starts fucking me hard, grunting as he slams his hips against mine.

I scream as he abuses me. “You don’t even like them, you just want to hurt me. You’re a fucking piece of shit.”

“Fuck yeah, I want to hurt you. You’re mine. I do what I want with you. You’re worthless,” he says. He pulls out of me and grabs me around the waist, flipping me over.

I scream and grunt. “N… no… not…” I beg.

He pushes my face into the pillow and grabs my hips again, propping me up on my knees. I fight, kicking out, screams muffled into the cushion.

He holds my waist, letting me kick out ineffectively. He spreads my cheeks with one hand and I hear him spit. I feel the saliva hit my asshole.

“Not my ass,” I whine, piteously. “Please don’t hurt me like that.”

He slides his cock over my asshole, ignoring me, and starts to press in.

I scream as my tiny, unlubed asshole is put under pressure. “I’m a girl,” I sob, “not a fucktoy. A person. Stop, stop!”

I feel him pull out and glance back, hopeful again. I see him grabbing a phone out of his jeans. I hear the beep as he starts recording. He grins and begins pressing his tip against my anus again. “This,” he says to the camera, “is my fucktoy for the night. Say hi, Alexa.”

I scream and cover my face.

He laughs as he pushes the tip of his slicked up cock into my ass, managing to get the tip in. “She’s shy.”

I scream with pain as he enters me. “He’s raping me!”

“That’s right, I’m raping her,” he says with a grunt, working his way in further. Our juices let him in easier, but it’s still rough.

I cry with pain. “He’s raping me and I’m a virgin!”

“She’s not a virgin anymore,” he adds. “I fucked that sweet pussy. I should’ve gotten a video. She came for me.”

“I didn’t,” I lie, too embarrassed to admit that part.

Keith enters me far enough that he can begin to fuck my tight asshole. “I just blew a load into her while she came for me. I didn’t think her tight pussy could get better, but she squeezed tighter when she got off on being raped.”

I scream again with agony. “I didn’t, I didn’t!”

He pumps in and out, and I hear the grunting again, realizing that he’s getting close. I gasp with relief as he pulls out of my ravaged asshole and grabs my shoulders, shifting and spinning me around. He sits on my chest, pinning me down into the cushion as she starts rubbing his cock over my face.

I manage not to gag at the smell of my pussy and asshole shoved into my face as he keeps rubbing himself, focusing the camera on me as he shudders as gasps. His cock spasms as a spout of cum shoots onto my face. I let out a brief squeal of humiliation, but I taste cum drip onto my tongue and quickly shut my mouth as he covers my face.

He stands, panting as he runs the camera up and down my body before shoving it back into the pocket of his jeans and pulling them up. He leaves the belt undone as he grabs my arm and pulls me to my feet.

I don’t bother covering my trimmed pussy as he does so, the world around me fading to background noise as I take in what he’s done to me. He walks me to a side door, opening it to reveal a bathroom. He pushes me down to my knees.

“W… what? What now?”

He grabs a facecloth and wets it, then lathers it with a bar of soap. He pulls his pants back down and his cock comes out again. “Wash me.”

“Can’t you wash it yourself?” I ask bitterly, but I take the towel and his cock into my hands and begin to wash him, my face burning. I feel the wetness of his cum on my face as it drips onto my chest from my jawline, and more drips down my thigh.

I hear a soft beep and look up, seeing the camera in his hands again, but he offers no comment and I continue.

My eyes widen as he begins to get hard again.

“No,” I moan softly, “It’s enough. It’s enough…”

“Suck me,” he says quietly as I finish cleaning him off. “Clean yourself up as you do. Leave the cum on your face for now.”

I sob again, but nod, immediately taking him into my mouth. I tenderly tab at my pussy, glancing down and seeing the cloth stain red with blood. I glance up and see the camera focused on my face. He leans a little against the counter, letting my mouth work.

I flick my tongue over his tip while bobbing my head back and forth on his cock. I’ve given blowjobs before, but have no intention of doing anything beyond what he forces me to.

I spread my legs a little and tenderly dab the cloth on my ass. More blood stains the washcloth.

“Good girl, keep going,” he says quietly. “Stroke me while you do.”

I shiver at his tone but raise my other hand to stroke his shaft.

He lets out a low moan as I pleasure him. “You’re good at that.”

My cheeks blush, but I continue to clean myself off while sucking. I’m careful to avoid touching him with my teeth, fearful of what he might do if angered.

He reaches down and rubs at my breast, thrusting into my mouth a little in time with my motions.

I grunt with displeasure at his groping, and am rewarded with his cock pushing further into the back of my throat. I let out a gag as he passes the back of my tongue. My eyes water as I try to summon the courage to bite.

Keith grabs the back of my head and pushes himself in hard twice and grunts, and I involuntarily swallow. This sets him off, and he moans as his cock starts to twitch with a third orgasm. He holds himself in my mouth as I try to push back, his cum dripping down my throat, forcing me to swallow frantically or choke.

I try to bite, summoning all my courage as I feel the bile rising in my stomach.

He grabs my lower jaw and holds it, stopping me before I can bite hard. “None of that or you’re going to be sorry. Suck me and swallow,” he says, his tone leaving no room for argument.

I shiver with fear and suck. Swallow. Suck. Swallow. Suck. Swallow. After what feels like an eternity, my face burning red and the cum on my cheeks a cold contrast in temperature, he pulls out of my mouth as I suck, coming free with a small pop. “Kiss the tip for the camera.”

I shudder and hold back a retch, gently kissing the tip.

He puts the camera into his pocket and pulls his pants back up. “Finish cleaning up.”

“My face, too?” I ask timidly, afraid to speak.

“Leave you face for now. I want it covered in cum while you masturbate for me.”

“No,” I scream, “NO!” I feel myself grow suddenly furious, my fear dwindling.

He grabs me by the hair. “Do it,” he growls, “or I’ll get more footage of fucking your ass.”

I take a few deep breaths but still break into fresh tears. I put a hand on my pussy and rub, but even I know it to be unconvincing.

“You’re going to do that until you cum. Or until I get bored and fuck you again. I’d suggest putting your heart into it.”

I go a little faster, tears rolling freely down my face again.

He once again pulls out the camera, apparently liking what he’s seeing. “I could get some friends down here for extra motivation, if you want,” he adds. “Cum for me again and we’re done.”

“No,” I gasp, pleading, begging. “No friends.”

“Good. Then you’ll give this your all.”

I moan with humiliation and rub faster, my pussy starting to glisten. He grins, watching me, fiddling with the camera and panning it up and down.

I being to moan, softly at first but getting louder.

“Cum for me,” he urges.

I twitch. “I can’t,” I beg.

“You can. And you will. You’re going to do as you’re told or be punished. Let go. Cum for me.”

I shake, now nervous, my hand going furiously but with no result.

“Hey,” he says, his voice once again friendly, “just relax and let go, then I’m gone.”

“But I can’t,” I say quietly.

He kneels down in front of me, running a finger up my pussy, causing me to flinch back at his touch. “You need help then?”

I let out another shiver. “Noooo.”

He leans over and props the phone up on the counter and I take the opportunity to scoot back, pressing against the wall ineffectively.

He kneels back down and rubs a finger over my wet pussy, then teases the entrance to my vagina.

I let out a soft moan. “Please, no. I’ll do it myself,” I promise.

“Are you sure? You look delicious…”

“I am, I am,” I say desperately.

I wince as he slides the finger into me. It feels cold against the walls of my warm pussy. I try to lean back as he leans forward to lick me, running his tongue along the length of my labia.

I shudder and moan, and desperately try not to, but that breaks me and I cum. “No,” I quietly plead to my own cunt.

He leans back and pauses, letting me clench at the finger barely in me. “Just needed a little coaxing from me.” He pulls his finger free and presses it to my lips. “Suck it clean.”

I moan, arching my back, sobbing as my body is wracked with waves of pleasure. I open my mouth and let him put his finger in. He rubs it against my tongue and I gag.

He stands, grabbing his phone. “Damn,” he says. “I really wanted to fuck that sweet cunt again, but I’m spent.” He washes his hands in the sink casually.

“Is… is it over?” I ask between sobs, trying not to hyperventilate.

“Yeah, thanks, babe.”

“I’m not your babe.”

He grins and walks into the other room. I lean forward and peer after him, watching as he grabs my thong. He comes back and wipes it over my wet pussy, covering it in my juice. “Keeping this,” he says, pocketing it.

“Fuck you!”

He grins and grabs me back the back of the head, pressing a kiss onto my cheek. “I don’t know Dan,” he adds.

“Wh… what… wait,” I shiver. “Please, give me my thong. And a top. Please.”

He walks out of the bathroom and grabs a jacket off of a hanger on the door, tossing it next to my discarded jeans. I watch in disbelief as he unbolts the door and walks out. “Give me my underwear!” I beg, as I scramble over to my jeans. He closes the door behind him.

I pull my jeans back on. The jacket doesn’t cover me well. The zipper is broken so I hold it closed as best I can. A thin strip of flesh is exposed down the length of my torso. I step out of the room, my legs weak and hands shaking, and begin the long walk back up the stairs.

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