Bang

I really couldn't believe it. They're police officers... they're not allowed to do that, are they? But I swear, that's exactly what happened.

One of them knelt behind me, grabbed me by the sides, held me tight—really tight. Just as hard as the thing I felt against my pussy.

At that moment, my head was only working in slow motion. Everything was so surreal.

Blue lights flooded the alley, bass was still booming in my ears somewhere, even though I was long out of there. And then he was inside me. With one thrust. Bang, he just cracked me open.

Everything flickered. Like when the film tears, but you can still see individual images.

His voice very close to my ear. “Well, you like that, don't you? You little whore.”

My breathing was much too fast and too loud. I think I moaned. Or screamed. I don't remember exactly. My head was still in party mode, the Molly had really hit me hard.

Did I resist?

No...

Why should I?

I was still high on that rave high, way too wasted to think clearly. Somehow, it didn't even feel dangerous—it felt awesome. It was more like a really fucked-up fuck in the alley behind the club. A one-night stand with a guy I'd never seen before—and would never see again anyway.

Then everything started spinning. Lights. Sounds. Thoughts. And I went wild. Man, my second high that night.

What a sick trip...