The steady click clack of Stephanie's stiletto boots wasn't the only sound on Palm Street. One could hear the stubborn buzz of long broken street lights still struggling to come on. There were plenty of cars a few blocks up, almost none were brave enough drive this particular stretch of road at night and if you strained a little you could here the Lethe River flowing behind what had apartment buildings and shops. Other than that it was eerily silent, even the rats seemed to avoid Palm.
It had been bad here for a long time, long before the fire that gutted the buildings and sent the last stubborn residents fleeing for anyplace they could afford. It wasn't like most of them lived on Palm even then because they were loyal to it.
If it wasn't so quiet the he might have snuck up on Stephanie as she strutted down the street. Her leather skirt ended just high enough to reveal the plump curves of her ass. A leather top did more to show off her breasts than conceal them. Most men considered sprinting the two miles of Palm with a shotgun enough to enter the X-Games but she was alone and unarmed.
"Hey Miss can I help you?" A raggedy voice called. Stephanie turned toward him for a moment locking her gaze on the tips of her shoes. "Oh, I think I can help you." She could smell his fetid breath and spun to make a run for it when two more men appeared seemingly out of no where. "I wouldn't run if I were you. I mean you can but it won't do you much good. She was able to take one step before a punch to the stomach doubled her over and one more before the lack of air drove her to her knees. "I told you not to run bitch." He twisted her hair around his fist and dragged the wheezing woman across the weed patch that had once been a lawn and into an alley.
The alley stank like exactly what it was, a combination dumpster and toilet. The ground was sticky with things Stephanie didn't even want to think about but at moment. "Now let me tell you how you can help yourself girl." He face was shoved up against a nearby wall. "You can make us feel wanted. We're gonna do what we're gonna do but maybe if your nice we can gentle. We might not even start with your ass. Now what do you say?"
Stephanie's wide eyes did a quick scan of her surroundings and came to the only conclusion she could. Any chance she'd had to run had been lost. "Please, I'll do what you say just don't hurt me."
"That's a good girl. Now beg my friends here to let you suck cock." Stephanie looked up bit back the bile threatening to escape her stomach. She didn't expect to find any mercy with these obvious pigs but she was hoping.
"Please give me a cock to suck." Before she could ask again one of them struck her across the face hard enough that if the other didn't still have her by the hair she would have spun round.
"You don't sound like you really mean it." Yanking her head back the man roughly smashed his lips to hers. She resisted for one second then gave in and let him jam his tongue down her throat for a quick kiss that tasted as bad as he smelled.
When he pulled back Stephanie was certain of two things. The first was that she didn't want anything from him in her mouth ever again and the second was that she had no good choices. "Please Mr." She wheedled as genuinely as she could manage "-give me your cock." That seemed to be enough satisfy the man who immediately unzipped his pants and jammed his still flaccid cock into her mouth. Using her hair like reigns he just bounced her head against his belly until he'd was hard then passed her around to each of his friends. It felt like the men were having a contest to see who could her force themselves the deepest into her throat.
