You struggle against the alleyman.

For whatever reason, his words make the experience too real and you begin to struggle anew, trying and failing to kick him away, trying to pull your wrists free. You're panicking; you have a vague awareness that there's a book you could use to save yourself, but it's too fuzzy and abstract to take seriously given the adrenaline surging anew.

"I'm not-" you yell, and before you can blink he's got both wrists in his left hand and his right hand on your throat pressing hard.

"Uh-uh," he warns with a Cheshire grin,"Good sounds get to be loud. Bad sounds get bad girls in trouble." He lets a scant few seconds pass to make his point; when he releases your throat you inhale greedily, tears spilling down your face. "Now then," the sadistic bastard asks innocently,"What's got you all in a tizzy?"

He sinks into you and rotates his hips lazily, grinding his pelvis against yours in a manner that brushes against your clit randomly.

You're overwhelmed, and the light but firm slap he lays across your cheek refocuses you.

"I asked you a question, cocksleeve."

You mumble unwillingly, the **** words sending delightful sensations that make you want to squirm: "I'm not a cocksleeve."

Your **** seems amused. "Are you sure?" He rolls his hips forward a couple of times lazily. "Fuck, but you sure do feel like a cocksleeve," he grunts. "But maybe you'd like to be called something else? Whore? You certainly didn't object to fucktoy earlier." He gazes at your shamed face thoughtfully, as he fucks shallowly into you, and then says,"Oh. Of course."

You stare at him, terrified, everything in you begging him not to say it.

"You're a rapetoy. Rapebait," he croons, and he kisses the tip of your nose in a parody of affection. You feel your body clench around him, and he gives an earthy chuckle. "Oh yes," he smirks. "I'll bet you dressed up special for this, and walked by hoping some man would put you in your proper place - on their cock." The fact that you avert your eyes in shame condemns you to the truth.

He is delighted. "You did, didn't you, that's why you were so fucking wet even before we began!"

You close your eyes and resign yourself to finishing out this encounter.