The following very dark story has themes of non-consent sex, extreme humiliation, abuse and other dark themes. If such content offends you, please do not read. This is erotic FICTION not meant as any sort of gender, political or societal protest. This is purely for entertainment and not meant to happen in reality. If you have issues with such kinks, please do not read.
"Hello!" I greet a woman as she passes me on the crosswalk going the opposite way. She is somewhat taken back by my friendliness to which she gives me a late wave. The woman continues to walk on after giving me a double take, which happens a lot. People around here are not really used to being friendly to each other.
I think in part it is also because they aren't used to a girl like me being so friendly. I'm a bubbly eighteen year old college student who most would believe goes out partying every night. The sort of girl that older people think isn't interested in being friendly but rather be watching Tik Toks and doing OnlyFans. But truth be told, I much rather have a conversation with someone new rather than partying, drinking or do whatever.
More than one person has told me that I am rather strange. That I am different from most people in many ways, such as how friendly I am while dressing rather lowkey. Instead of getting dolled up and wearing fancy clothes or revealing dresses, I much rather wear a comfortable pair of gym shorts and a T-shirt. It's not like I'm trying to impress anyone anyway.
Just like how most think that I'm flirting with being emo or goth when I'm really not. This is just my natural look. Yeah, I wear some light makeup, but I don't put on black lipstick or anything like that. And so what if I did? Does that not allow me to be friendly?
Once I am back on the city sidewalk, I look ahead to see my bus stop. Instead of driving to my college, I take public transportation. It does add time to my schedule as I have to take three separate buses, but it is better for the environment. It's little things like this that make a big difference.
Instead of heading for the bus stop, I walk past it. I go behind and walk past it, headed for the space between the two neighboring buildings. You see, there's an alley between the Stop-N-Go and the Value-Nite pawn shop where a lot of homeless people hang out. They hang out there during the day because the roofs of the two building nearly touch, protecting them from the weather and harsh sun when it is bad out.
Once a week I bake a plate full of cookies or cupcakes to deliver to the people in the alley. It's a small gesture I do in hopes it'll make them feel good. Just a small token to make them remember they are people and should be viewed as people. A small act like this may change someone's life.
As I get closer to the alley, I notice that Susan isn't at the lip of the alley like she normally is. Susan is a sixty year old woman who normally sits at the entrance of the alley, reading a book. She has a rather blunt personality, but is very sweet once you get past her bitterness. But she's not there, which is odd. She's always there.
Getting even closer, I don't see anyone that is normally there. There are normally at least three people that hang out close to the alley entrance, Susan, Paul and Ted. Susan would normally be reading, while Paul and Ted discuss which branch of the military is the worst. But today they aren't there. Instead there's a guy I've never seen before.
For some reason this new man that stands at the lip of the alley gives me the creeps. He's just standing there, leaning against the side of the building like he's a guard or something. Unlike the people that are normally in the alley, he's much younger. If I had to guess I would say he is in his thirties while most are in their fifties.
The closer I get to the alley, the more I can see of this guy and the more I don't think he's homeless. The others normally wear several sets of clothes and have an ungroomed appearance, such as long uncombed hair or beards. This guy is clean shaven and despite him wearing a hoodie, I can tell he doesn't have long hair.
Stopping, I consider not giving the guy my treats. To be truthful, he sort of scares me. I'm not sure why he does, but he makes a cold chill go up my spine. Like he is producing some secret silent bad vibes.
Shaking my head, I push this thought away. I shouldn't judge the man. I don't know him or his situation. What if he just became homeless yesterday? What if this kind act saves him so he doesn't do something stupid. After all, he might be considering robbing a bank but when my one act of kindness is done, he'll change his mind.
"E-E-Excuse me, sir?" I ask as I approach the entrance of the alley.
Now that I am able to see down the alley, I see that NO ONE is there. Well, there is one man that I've never seen before, but everyone else is gone. All the normal homeless people are gone. All of them, which is so strange. I've never seen it so empty.
But why? Why are they gone? Did something happen? Where did they go? There's normally at least ten or so people chilling in the alley so it looks really strange with them gone.
"What the fuck you want, little girl?" the man in the hoodie grunts as if I'm annoying him. I nearly correct him by pointing out that I'm eighteen and therefore not a little girl, but stop myself. No point in poking a bear.
"I just wanted to brighten your day by giving you this," I tell him happily and hold out the paper plate of cookies which is covered in plastic wrap.
Hoodie Man looks down at the outstretched plate, then at my face. As he is so much taller than I am, it really feels like he's looking down at me. It seems to accent the dynamic here, with him treating me as if I really am a little girl and he's the adult.
"You fucking serious?" Hoodie Man asks after chuckling a rather cruel sounding chuckle.
"What the fuck that about?" A deep, menacing voice asks from within the alley. It comes from the man in the middle of the alley that I saw earlier. He too is tall but much larger than Hoodie Man. When he asks this, he is half bent over a large box as if searching for something. But now his attention is on me as he looks this way.
"I was just..." I try to answer but my voice doesn't want to come out very loud. It comes out more as a squeak than anything else. No where near loud enough for him to hear.
"Bitch brought cookies for the bums," Hoodie Man tells his friend, yanking the plate out of my hands. He holds it up so his friend can see, where he chuckles that mean laugh again.
"The fuck?!" the alley man says with great annoyance.
"Bring her dumb bitch ass over here," Alley Man demands, pointing to right in front of him.
"Oh! No. No thank you. I need to get to class," I tell Hoodie Man as politely as possible as I have no intension of going into that alley. I wouldn't even go down that alley with the people that are normally there, so there's no way I'm doing that with these two scary individuals.
There is clearly something wrong here. I don't know who these two guys are, but I know they are the reason the others aren't here. Not sure if they ran them off, or if the others didn't want any trouble so they left by themselves. Whatever the reason, I know these guys are bad news.
Hoodie Man thrusts the plate of cookies against my chest, hard where I grab them. He then reaches his large hand behind my back and pulls me into the alley. With a good deal of strength he pulls me into the alley, forcing me to stumble forward even if I don't want to go.
"You heard the man, go ya dumb cunt," Hoodie Man barks. He then pushes my back to get me to start walking while he stays where he is.
Being physically assaulted like that terrifies me. It scares me so bad that I find myself walking forward instead of turning around and running off. Like my body goes into auto-mode and just does as I was told in hopes it won't get worse.
"I..I made cookies and was just dropping them off. Not trying to start any trouble," I tell Alley Man as I approach him. Now that I am closer to him, I see how scary the large man looks. His faced is scarred and there's an evil glint in his eye. This is a man that has been to prison and considered it home.
"Ahhh, making goodies for the poor little homeless losers?" Alley Man mocks angrily, acting as if I've done something to offend him. The anger he has for me scares me as I can very much see him attacking me. That at any moment he's going to backhand me.
"It's whores like you that keeps them around, you dumb cunt," Alley Man growls.
A brief shriek comes out of me when Alley Man yanks the plate of cookies out of my hands. He grabs it hard, causing several of the treats to fall onto the ground. He then grabs several of the treats off the plate with his large hand.
"Open your mouth," Alley Man orders, holding his cookie-filled hand out. To this I just blink at him, my brain not able to understand what he wants.
"Open your fucking mouth, cunt!" Alley Man yells in anger.
Panicking, I open my mouth wide. My stomach churns and a devastating feeling of humiliation comes over me as the man jams the cookies into my mouth. Shoves at least three in as I stand there, whimpering as I don't know what else to do.
I just stand there as he stuffs my mouth full of my own cookies. My body feels frozen in place as he does this as I'm too scared to move. It's so bad that when he goes to grab more cookies, I still don't move as the fear plants me in place. I keep standing there, to which he shoves even more cookies in my mouth, making my cheeks puff out.
"Feel good, huh bitch? And don't you dare chew them. Keep them in your whore mouth," Alley Man warns with a wagging finger, making me sway as I feel so helpless. He then plops the plate of cookies on top of a stack of boxes against the wall. I hadn't noticed it earlier, but there are dozens of boxes all around the alley that I don't think were here before.
