Authors Note: This is one of my darker stories. It contains physical violence and rape. Reader discretion is strongly advised.
Beth was a mess. That man had actually tried to force the door open. The shock of that terrible outburst combined with the fear that he might actually get in had flooded her body with fear. She didn't yet dare open the door to see if he'd actually left, but the surge of terror soaked her already wet pussy. Shamelessly she pulled her pants down and her top up and sat there in the strange bathroom as she started to masturbate. She couldn't help it. She knew it was fucked up, but she still shoved two fingers into her pussy before quickly adding a third with her right hand while her left began to grope her tits and tease her nipples. She didn't come to this dingy little hole in the wall to make money - that was just a happy coincidence.
She came here because when she was in this room she felt like a whore and that made her orgasms shine like a fireworks display compared to the sparklers they usually were. This time though she surprised herself. This time when she roughly slid her fingers in and out of her pussy and moaned in ecstasy, she imagined that the asshole that had just left had managed to break in here. He didn't settle for another blowjob though. He pinned her to the wall, pulled down her pants and forced his dick inside of her while she begged for him to stop.
Beth was just starting to understand her fetish for shame and degradation, so the idea of mainlining a rape fantasy, even by accident was too much for her poor little mind to bear. She came so fast and so hard that she saw stars, and when it was over, she was fairly sure she'd have let him fuck her if he was still there. Fortunately, once she got cleaned up and unlocked the door for a quick peek, she was alone in that dark parking lot. The walk home was creepy, but she did her best to stay along lighted roads. When she finally arrived home, Beth breathed a sigh of relief. As much as she had loved tonight, it had scared the crap out of her, and after sleeping on it, she decided that maybe she should stop doing this before something really bad happened to her.
That decision lasted almost three weeks. Beth tried her best to be a good girl. She stopped reading those terrible stories, she switched to normal porn videos, and when they didn't work, she gave going out with someone new a try. None of it helped though, and soon her nights were filled with dreams that were part way between a wet dream and a nightmare. Strange faceless men holding her down... Vague shadowy figures coating her in cum... Being paid piles of cash for innocuous photoshoots, only to be raped on top of the money by groups of men. After two weeks of waking up soaked, she finally gave in and scheduled another night at the glory whole for her fans, and on the jog there she chastised herself bitterly for it. Normal girls her age were spending their time getting drunk with guys their own age, or maybe getting high up at the reservoir with a cute college guy. They definitely weren't blowing strangers for cash so they could cum like a whore.
She wondered what was wrong with her the whole way down, but that didn't stop her from actually showing up. She couldn't. She needed this. She needed to choke on a stranger's cock, and blush brightly when they complimented her mouth. More than anything she needed to taste their cum and know that the only thing she would ever be to them was a warm wet hole. That's exactly what she did for the next two hours. She drained a mechanic who smelled of motor oil, she deepthroated a young nervous guy that had to be a college student, and she gagged on a trucker with a cock so thick she had trouble letting him fuck her mouth without using her teeth. She hated the way that the last guy smelled, but whenever he said something like, "Easy cunt - you use those teeth one more time and I'm going to come over there and use your ass instead," she melted a little.
Beth had really missed this she decided, after she closed up the hole when the third customer left and a fourth didn't show up. She'd cum with a cock in her mouth three times and couldn't be happier. The night couldn't have gone better honestly, and she wasn't sure why she'd ever let that one weirdo freak her out. She smiled, basking in the afterglow of such a wonderful evening when she unlocked the door to leave. As soon as she opened the door though, someone pushed her hard back into the small room, sending her sprawling on the dirty tile floor. Before she could even get back on her feet, he locked the door and then turned around to look at his prey.
"I knew you'd be back slut. Whores like you always come back." he blurted out. "Did you miss me?" Beth's blood froze as she realized she recognized the voice: this was that man that wanted to fuck her last time she was here. He was the reason that she almost gave this up, and now he was here to make good on his threats.
"Please sir, I don't know you," she started, "if you want--" He was a little over six feet tall, and he wore a ski mask to hide his identity, but not even the mask could hide his cruelty.
"You know what I want slut." he said matter of factly, as he took two steps toward her so that he towered over the girl on the floor, "So we can do that the easy way or the hard way."
"I was going home," she stammered, scooting away from him as much the wall would allow, "maybe next time though you could--"
"Bitch, I'm not waiting until next time," He reached down and pulled her hair until she was on her knees. "I came her for some sweet pussy and I'm not leaving her without it."
"No," Beth said, barely above a whisper, "You can't. I've never..." She started to tell him she was a virgin, but when she watched her rapist's eyes light up, she knew that would be a mistake, and desperately searched her mind for a better excuse. "I'm very religious and saving myself for marriage. Please don't ruin that."
"Don't ruin your cunt?" he snorted incredulously, "Is that what you're asking? Say please."
"Please," Beth begged. "Please don't fuck me."
