The Fallen Angel

My footsteps are hurried on the quiet concrete sidewalk as I race my tired body home. For the past 6 days, I have pushed my body to its limits with brutal, long hours at practice. My throat feels raw and strained as I try to breathe the late autumn air, pushing clouds of air out in return. My mind races with all of the stresses that have clouded me this past week. At first, I didn’t fear the championship game so much. I’d cheered plenty of other games this season with my squad, but once I started to see local news stations begin parking their trucks along the sides of the quad on Wednesday, my nerves overtook me. I hardly noticed how my hands began to shake while holding my pencils in class until my best friend and roommate, Rose, whisper-yelled at me to drink more water in our lecture.

I can still hear hollers of celebration from everywhere on the campus I am quickly heading away from. I’ve never cared for the partying scene no matter what the occasion, besides, I have a huge exam this upcoming week anyway. It’s best I just go home, shower off and get into bed. As I pass by 3^rd street and make my way to 4^th I notice the street lights start growing farther and fewer between, my only indication that I’m beginning to step off of campus. The streets begin to quiet as I walk farther and farther from the championship game celebrations, and soon I am alone in the night.

My legs shiver in my sheer stockings as a chill breeze snakes along my path. I’m glad I wore my oversized sweatshirt tonight as I pull it closer in my fingers at my chest. Ahead of me the wind blows the leaves into rivers on the street making soft music as they flit and flutter. As I make my way past the homes that are all quiet and dark, contradictory to the partying going on just half a mile away, I feel no more alone than usual on my late-night walks. There has always been this deep sense of affinity in my solitude. My thoughts always feel freer, my breath seems to come easier while my creativity roars within. It’s often on these late-night walks where my best ideas are born. As a creative writing major, these precious moments of solitude are my lifeline to success.

My steps stay steady on the sidewalk, my body alert as a distant bark and howl pulls me from my mind. The chill air has begun to settle within and my oversized sweatshirt is no longer keeping me warm. No matter, I’m just a few blocks from home, just a few more minutes, I tell myself. And that’s when I hear it. At first I don’t register the new sound at all. In fact it’s something else entirely that makes the hairs on the back of my neck stand up. It is a heavy presence that settles into my backside making me feel as if every muscle moving in my body is being monitored and carefully noted. I begin to question if thousands of years of repressed primal instincts are rising up within me as I slow my steps and make to turn behind me. Surveying the dimly lit street, I only see shadows dancing on empty lawns and vacant breezes pushing clotheslines in their wake. Nothing. Nothing, yet I still have this sense that I am not alone.

My steps quicken as does my heart rate. I begin to quickly scan every passing shadow, every dark alley I trot past, and every dark car parked in its drive. Just a few more minutes, I repeat to myself. Finally, I reach the traffic light across from my house. My fingers race for the button of the cross walk as my head darts around searching for the source of that feeling that is still sinking into my skin. I feel like I am walking through a giant trap that I won’t see until it is too late, until I am caught in the trap itself with no way out- only then will the ominous predator reveal itself from the shadows. But it’s just me being paranoid. I school myself as my eyes once again see no one and nothing in the path I’ve just walked. Maybe I’ve just been watching too many scary movies by myself recently. I mean what can I say, I love Halloween time. I love the thrill of horror movies and all the scares, at least when they’re through a screen. I won’t lie and say I’ve never thought deeply about the bad guys in every movie, but those thoughts stay within myself. This feels just like every horror movie, but now I don’t have the safety of my tv screen. I feel exposed and vulnerable in my cheer uniform as I tighten my arms around my middle, patiently waiting for the crosswalk signal.

Thud, thud, thud…

What was that I gasp tightly swinging my head in all directions searching for the mysterious footsteps. They stop as soon as I hold my breath, hoping that will somehow make me less visible of prey. But they start up again from nowhere to be seen after a few seconds of silence. My eyes race back to the green lights of the street light separating me from my home, my safe place. In that moment, the steps become heavier, slower, more decisive. My fingers slam into the button over and over as the overwhelming presence grows and begins to truly embrace me. Shit. I’ve never jaywalked before, and I’ve never even gotten a parking ticket. I can see that no cars are coming from either side of the street but there is something within me that won’t let me move until I see that white signal on the other side of the street. The footsteps grow louder yet slower, and I get the sense I am being played with, like a sadistic cat-and-mouse ritual. Please I beg to a god who I know stopped listening long ago, please please please. The steps are so close and so slow, I was sure whoever it is would be right behind me. But I’m too afraid to turn around. What could I do all 5’4 and 130 pounds of me, against someone who means to take something from me? So I keep my back turned and pray, foolishly. Please, please, please…

I can’t stop myself. I don’t know what’s come over me. She just smells so fucking good. And the way she looks in that cute little cheerleader uniform, gods, what am I doing? I’m fighting a battle in my head but my steps keep moving forward following her through the dark street. Her ponytail bobs up and down even as it snakes all down her back. Her legs shine so brightly under the street lights, and all I can think about is pinning her down and ripping off her sheer pantyhose. Maybe I’ll tie them around her neck and pull her back onto my cock with them, or perhaps I’ll shove them in her mouth so she can’t make a sound while I fuck her into the dirt. Either way, I have to restrain myself at least as much as I can. I don’t even know what I’m doing following this girl. Oh fuck she’s stopping. Why is she stopping? There’s no cars she could keep going? I slow down my pace, not wanting to reveal myself just yet, maybe ever. I just want to watch. But there are those big scared eyes again, fuck she’s so beautiful. The way her lips part slightly, letting her breath cloud in her face, fuck it has me growing in my jeans. From here, I can see the pink hue of her lip gloss, and all I want is to part her lips and force my cock deep inside her mouth. I can see her hand slamming down on the crosswalk button over and over, why doesn’t she just go if she’s so afraid? Poor girl, she doesn’t realize what she’s doing. She may fear the danger approaching her, but she has no idea the untamed predator just itching to be released on someone as beautiful as her. Her soft and creamy skin will look so nice covered in marks by me. I can’t wait to make her bleed. Wait- what is she doing? Is she- bending over? Oh, I see, she’s so scared she dropped her bag and all its contents. God, I couldn’t ask for a better victim. And with that, the leash on my self-restraint breaks, I’m on her before I can blink.

Big hands grab me and are pulling me down down down towards a dark alley. My feet kick and drag at the ground as my hair spills around my face, the streetlight suddenly turns red and my long awaited cross walk signal lights up the darkness just before the wall of the alley blocks it from view. No matter how small I am, I fight. I thrash my arms and dig in with my nails, all to no avail. I am being pulled further back into the darkness by an unforgiving shadow. His hands rip into my hair, pulling at the scalp so hard I’m sure my hair will fall out in his hands. And suddenly I’m slammed face-first into the grimy wall of the alley. The stench of stale water and a dumpster not too far away invade my nose, and the very thought of what could happen in this dank alley makes me gag against my captor. He slams my head against the brick wall once again, and I understand his wordless warning. His hands rip at my tiny cheer skirt, and I’m suddenly reminded of-

“What’s this?” his raspy voice whispers on my ear, his hands trailing to exactly where I know his eyes are. The sudden charge of pressure makes me jut up further against the wall, even if I am arching my back against him. I can feel the roughness of his clothes on my skin and I curse how much I like the feeling after. A brisk wind stings my exposed skin as his arm wraps around my throat while the other works the piece of metal stuck in my tight hole. “You’re a dirty girl aren’t you” he says as he toys with the plug, bringing desperation to my skin. I’m so embarrassed to even be wearing it, but the fact that he’s found it and likes it makes my skin crawl. I begin to feel pressure pool at my entrance. “Stay still” he commands harshly, pushing me further into the wall. Slowly, so deviously slowly, he pulls the metal plug through my tightness. I can feel my muscles rejecting the strangeness, then finally relaxing as the metal moves past that ring of tightness. My eyes slam shut and I don’t dare move my head as I hear him sucking on the plug that was just in my ass. A growl releases from him, vibrating all through his chest and down my spine. My legs clamp shut subconsciously at the thought of watching him place the plug on his tongue, sucking on it like my ass is a delicious treat he’s savoring. I feel my breath leave me as his sudden movement has my legs spread impossibly far, and my back bent over with him at my behind. I can’t see anything but shadows and concrete, but I feel his jeans against my heat. His hands grip tightly on my waist and I begin to wonder if he’s the one in fear or if I am.

One by one his fingers trace over the goosebumps on my back. Minutes pass and my breath has began to steady out from the sheer stagnation. He’s just been… touching me…for a while… He was so aggressive at first but now his touch feels like feathers. What is going on? Can I leave now or..?!

Fuck this. I move to drop out of his grip and run out of the alley but he’s too fast. His strong hands pin my hips against him, all of his force once again there. “Where ya running off to princess? I’ve just begun.” I struggle, more like aggressively wiggle against him and he just laughs at that. The shadows surrounding him are as cold as the late autumn night itself. They drift all around me, teasing me, almost touching me but not quite enough. “Don’t act like you don’t like it.. you’re making such a mess on me princess. I do apologize for the aggressiveness of our meeting, I’d never want to hurt you. But at this point…” he said drawing out his last word with a hand drifting down my front, stopping and playing with the tiny tendrils of hair just above my clit “it’d be rude to not make you cum for me.” I buck once more against him as a last ditch effort but his grip turns hard pulling on the sensitive hairs til a tiny gasp escapes my clamped mouth. “I can either be very nice to you, princess, or I can make you bleed. You’ll enjoy it, but believe me, I will make you hurt.” He holds that hair a bit longer before letting go and becoming a rock behind me while I nearly fall of relief. “What’s it gonna be?” His touches turn soft again and I can’t help but try to fight one. last. time.

“Fucking bitch” he spits knocking me down to the ground below us. Hard concrete hits my skin in a painful kiss and then I feel him on top of me. His massive weight feels crushing on me, as if he could snap me in two. His massive hand holds me down in one fierce grip while the other aggressively rips at the remainders of my clothing. Taking one tiny scoot away his arm comes around my neck crushing any chance of breathing. “Do you want me to knock you out, or are you just a dumb set of holes?” I fight his weight to bring my hands up to his hold but he has them pinned to my sides. “Nothing to say about it,” he says on a dark laugh, “That’s what I thought.” His hand pushes my head back down to the concrete and heavily holds me there. The pressing hold sets a bit of panic running through my blood as he settles between my legs and the soft sound of clashing metal fills the otherwise quiet alley. “Please,” I breathily beg barely carried on a whisper. “Please what? Please fuck you?” he taunts dragging his fingers up my trembling thighs to my pussy. “Baby you are so wet from this. You want this.” “Please!” I beg a bit more desperately feeling his fingers circle my wet entrance, teasing to dive inside me. “Please what?” he repeats. “Please let me go…” “Wrong answer” and his fingers plunge into me at that. My hips move up, my breath catches as my teeth grab at my lower lip. “Fuck baby. You’re such a dirty little girl. You love this… Admit it.” I clamp my lips hard trying to stop the moan I feel building within me. “Admit,” he starts pushing his fingers deeper into my sex, “that you want this. You want me.” A whimper escapes my closed lips and he notices. “Have it your way” and his fingers rapidly leave me. I feel hallow and cold against the air where his fingers were just in me. At first, I just lay there, his hold eases up on me enough to take a long, deep breath in, preparing myself to fight and run. Before I can make a first move those rough hands are on me again, pulling me up and dragging my knees on the concrete. He plants my knees far apart and I have to bite my lip against the sting of rocks in my knees. His fingers suddenly fill my drenched hole again but retreat instantly. It’s when he immediately after brings those soaked fingers to my tight rear, that my eyes tear open and fight through my hair to find his. They’re locked on me. How long has he had this intense glare fixed on me like this? His eyes are unrelenting and penetrating me. “Relax, and it won’t hurt as bad.” He can’t possibly mean to-oh but he does. A single finger pushes at my tight entrance and enters in seconds. Fuck it feels so… good. So unnaturally and wrongfully good… “There you go. Relax.” his words are so calm and soothing as his second finger enters me, pushing my hole wider. “I’m going to fuck your ass you dumb… little… slut.” With each word he pushes further and I lean back into him more. Each stroke has me arching more for him.

“This is the only lube you get ” I say above her. Her eyes have fallen closed and her ass is practically riding my fingers inside her. She loves this, I can tell. She may not want to admit it but she loves how hard I handle her. “Have you ever been fucked in the ass little girl?” she shyly shakes her head still down on the concrete. Her hair clouds her face so I move it for her. I want to see her eyes rolling for me. The tears that have made her makeup run, make my cock that much harder for her. As long as she looks up at me like that. Scared, desperate, and begging. Fuck she’s so tight. I can feel her tight ass gripping me back, making me wanna plunge into her immediately. I don’t know why I’m going so easy. I promised her it would hurt. She can handle it. With my belt undone and hanging at her thighs, I scoot an inch closer. I’m already so fucking hard for her it aches. I’ve been hard for her since I pulled her into this alley but fuck, it feels as hard as metal. I stroke my length in my hands just admiring how her body moves with her panting breaths. “Hold tight” is all the warning I give her before I drive myself deep into her ass. Her scream is fucking euphoric but I stay still deep inside her. “Take a deep breath baby” I coo once again moving my hips flush to hers. She takes one longing look at me and I finally feel her body relax into my touch, into the pain and pleasure I’m giving her. “Good girl” I growl under my breath.

He’s going to split me apart at the seams. The intense pleasure is too wrong, too sinful, yet the pain is just as lustful. His hard cock drives deep into my ass with such force I can’t do anything but release myself and take it. His thick cock is stretching me so much that fear has taken over me. “Fuck baby, your blood looks so good on my cock.” I flinch and try to turn back to him but he pushes my head down into the ground again and only pumps harder, faster. I scream so harshly I’m sure I won’t be capable of screaming in mere minutes. And he still doesn’t let up. He keeps fucking my ass. I can feel every inch of his long cock, every vein and bump as he slows his rhythm finally. Slowly he fucks me, making me take all of his girth. My panting settles as do my screams. And just like that, his grip is pulling my arms back behind me bending me back to him. “Look at me slut. I want to watch you when you admit you like this.” My eyes turn up to his cold stare with a pleading look, please don’t make me I silently beg. “Say it,” he says on invigoratingly slow strokes, “Tell me how much you like it when I rape you.” He must see the forbidden desire within me because his lips turn up in a sinister smirk. “That’s right slut. You are such a desperate whore, you like being raped.” I wiggle under him at that. He may be deep in my ass and making it hard to think with my weight resting uncomfortably on my knees digging into the ground, but.. My argument dies in my mind as that forbidden word echoes in my mind. “Say it slut.” “I.. I like it…” his movements stop altogether. I wiggle my hips under him seeking out that intense pleasure again but he gives me nothing. “You know what to do. Tell me you want me to rape you.” Panic. Pure panic fills me. How am I ever going to say this out loud as its happening? I’ve never been the type to be sexually experimental. I mean yes, I’ve gotten myself off to some of the hot serial killers in Criminal Minds but this… This is what I’ve been wanting, I realize. I’ve always wanted someone to take me without mercy. To fuck me bloody for their pleasure. To be an object for someone’s torment.

“I like how you rape me..” she whispers. It was just a whisper but I’ll take it. She can’t muster more, I could push her there but fuck… she’s such a good girl for me. Such a good victim. I come apart as she moves her hips against me once more, eager for me to fuck her holes. Still holding her back to me I thrust into her with an unrelenting pace. I fuck her like the rag doll she wants to be, like a fucking bitch in the gutter of this alley. Her body completely lets go as I push faster, harder, and deeper into her already bleeding ass. She’s covered both of us in blood and the sight only makes me go faster. Her blood looks so fucking tasty sliding down her thighs in rivers. All I want to do is soak up all of it with my tongue, to drink her blood as it pours from her. Later, I tell myself. Back to the task at hand. But fuck I can’t last much longer as her ass grips me back, her own release building within her. With one hand, I bring both of her arms to my grip and rush to her clit. I’m going to make her come apart under me and leave her stuck between worlds. Her moans and whimpers are growing to be so desperate and pathetic as she chases my fingers pressing on her sensitive bundle of nerves. “Come for me slut.”

The world is a blank oblivion. Dark yet warm and comforting. The never ending darkness feels like no one has ever been here, nor will anyone ever find me here. I’m floating in a silken warmth. My bones, my body, any structure at all does not exist. Only pleasure. Only warmth. My mind drifts into the expanse seeking no escape. My body feels apart from me. I’ve never felt such peace before. I could stay here forever. I think I will stay here forever. Every sense of perception feels soft and kind, like home. If I had a body I’d imagine cradling myself in the darkness around me. Floating. But something is drawing me away. A sound. So distant as if from another level of existence, or reality. My sense of self follows the sound like a beacon. A scent surrounds me then, followed by a chill air contrasting the warmth around me. The smell is not as pleasant as the nothingness I’ve been in. No it’s the smell of rain, and concrete. But the sound gets louder so I continue following it, leaving the warm nothingness behind. Pain bites at my heels as I keep my pace steady. And it hits me. My body sprawled all across the concrete, the evening rain beginning a slight drizzle on my heated skin, and him. Standing tall above my limp body fumbling with his belt. I can’t move, can’t even speak as I lay there watching him.

There she is. Finally coming back from sub space. Who knew this innocent little girl was such a filthy slut. Her eyes immediately rolled in her head when she made her confession and came apart all around my cock. Her cum sprayed all over herself and my hand aggressively working her. And I knew I’d put her into the sub space. But theres one last thing I need from her. One last thing I need to do to her before I leave her here. Her eyes don’t widen as I open my pants once more, proving to me just how much control I have over her right now. Good girl. This is exactly how I want her. She’s lucky I don’t sling her over my shoulder and lock her up for my use. Maybe I will, one day.

As I lay there looking up at him from watery eyes I can’t form a single thought. Can’t think about anything or do anything. I just want that feeling again. Just as I’m beginning to steady my deep breathing, I feel something warm splashing over my body. I continue to lay there, unmoving as the splashing turns into a stream. Only the scent is what finally tells me what he’s now doing to me and my body bucks at that.

“Shhhh. Stay still little girl.” I tell her as I see her body start to move. She shouldn’t be moving right now, and not because I want her covered in me, but because she is so overwhelmed physically and emotionally, she shouldn’t move. But she doesn’t stop her pathetic little movements. Poor girl. My boot comes down on her back quickly, shoving her deeper into the filth of the ground. “I said, stay still.” She fights a bit, but not enough. She likes this too. The stream of piss leaving my cock drizzles out and I remove my boot from her back admiring the print it leaves. I take one last lingering look at her bloody, piss soaked, limp body. “Well-” I say taking a quick glance at the street beyond the alley, then dropping on my heels, taking her face in my hand. God, she’s beautiful. Her lids are half closed, her mouth puffy and red from all her pretty little pants and her face tear-soaked. “You’ve been such a good toy for me tonight. Til next time, slut.” I rise on my feet quickly and stride out of the alley with the lingering scent of her blood and release on my hands.