    FORCED WILL


    “You sure you don’t need a ride home?” asked Bret, a lanky man of blond hair and an unusually muscular jaw. He was clueless to the fact that Claire was staring at him with eyes full of temptation. The bar was nearing empty as closing time was only a half hour away, and with less than the usual number of drinks for her typical Saturday night, Claire hadn’t gotten brave enough to go home with anybody. Whether  or not Bret was drunk and trying to seduce her, she couldn’t tell, and it didn’t really matter.
   “No, I’m fine. I’ll walk it. A few blocks isn’t that bad,” she answered, hoping he might make a serious attempt at taking her home. His face became a frown.
   “Alright then. Take care. Be safe.” He wandered off to the back of the bar toward the restroom. She reached next to her grabbed her purse off the barstool, a black thing of fake leather, and wandered towards the front.
   It was dark out yet still near morning. The air was warm and made a gentle breeze up her skirt of red and black plaid, feeling like a light hand stroking softly on her inner thighs. It ran across her clit through thin white panties. Her socks hugged her calves tightly as she stepped, walking down an empty sidewalk past many alleys and through the blaring of police sirens nearby. Her pale, thin legs walked felinely. In combination with the slight swaying of her hips, her ass, with its globe-shaped cheeks, gave an invitation to any passerby. Or so she was hoping.
   She began to have a feeling of excitement – the feeling that she had eyes upon her. Perhaps it was just wishful thinking. She let out a low sigh and pulled her blouse down a bit, drawing attention to her flat stomach peeking between the bottom of her shirt and the top of her skirt, just in case she really was being eyed. On her hand’s way down, she softly grazed across her own pussy, feeling the warmth perforate the skirt. She then flipped her hair dark hair dismissively, and drew some of it back behind her ear.
   Suddenly, headlights beamed behind her and created a large shadow of her enticing figure on the sidewalk. She looked back, holding her hand up to block out some of the light streaming into her face. It was a dark blue sedan of moderately tinted windows, and it was driving slowly. Perhaps it was somebody else leaving a bar and trying to drive excessively careful, she thought.
She paid no more attention to it and stared ahead, continuing to walk and nearing the corner where she then decided to turn. The car came up to the corner and stopped. Its darkened windows rolled down with a hum, and from out of the vehicle shouted a masculine voice.
   “Hey baby, how much?!” the voice said domineeringly. She continued walking, ignoring the remark albeit reluctantly.
   “Come on, you didn’t just clock out, did you bitch?” the voice shouted again. She looked through the car window, being able to make out only vague features of the man’s head. He was wearing thick-rimmed glasses, and maybe had a beard; it could have been just be an illusion created by the dim street lights. In all fairness, he was not an unattractive man, though not a particularly attractive one either. Though she wanted to be fucked terribly, it was only an erotic fantasy. She wouldn’t dare bring herself to be paid to expose herself and be penetrated. Her feet continued ahead of her as she turned the corner. The car sped off.

   Nearing home, her cell phone went off in her purse. Stopping, she dug through her purse and brought it out to check it. She opened it, seeing that she had received a text message from Bret who was probably asking her if she had gotten home yet. The loud grinding of a car engine startled her as it approached from behind again. The same car sped up to the curb from next to her and stopped with the loud screech of brakes and friction. She made no scream and no motion as the man stepped out of his car from the driver’s side and rushed towards her with rope in hand. In fact, she became excited.
   In a feigned attempt to get away she dropped her cell phone and tried to run off down the street a bit towards a nearby alley. He came up behind her in a quick motion and grabbed her by the back of her hair and her arm, dragging her into the alley covered in graffiti. She screamed for help in a high-pitched tone that irked the man, who she had not bothered to notice anymore details of.
He pushed her up against a wall roughly and wrapped the rope around her throat from behind, tugging on it with some force to example what he uttered next. “If you scream, I’ll fucking strangle you, got it?”
She let out a gasp and moaned loudly in excitement that was intended to sound like distress.
   “Yes!” she screamed.
   He began to strangle her with it anyways, a bit irritated by her loudness. He pressed his body against hers, grinding the growing bulge in his pants against her bottom as he choked her with the rope. After some writhing for air, he released his grip on it and let it dangle round her neck. She inhaled loudly. Though she ought to have been in panic, she felt quite safe with his body pressed up against hers. With one hand, he forced her face against the wall and pressed roughly. With the other hand, he reached down and lifted up the back of her skirt. He gripped the rim of her panties and slid her panties down right above her knees, gently letting his thumb caress the soft skin on her bottom as he did so.
   “Bend over, cunt,” he demanded. She arched her back as well as she could. He brought his hand in between her thighs from behind and gave an aggressive pinch to her clit between his forefinger and thumb. She spread her legs, giving him the subtle hint that she wanted it, and bit her own tongue at the sudden jolt that his pinch demanded.
   He violently shoved three of his fingers into her wet cunt from behind. Her face contorted with pain and pleasure as she held her breath before letting out a gasp. He moved his fingers roughly, running them in a circle inside of her. Her pussy lips hugged his fingers tightly, struggling to become acquainted and adjust to the intruder. They quivering as the circular motion of his fingers came near her clit. His fingers soaked in her pussy juice, he drew them out and forced them into her mouth.
   “Don’t even think about biting my fucking fingers. Suck.”
   She sucked on his fingers, imagining actually sucking on his cock and hoping she would actually get the opportunity to. She could hear him undoing his belt and pants with his other hand from behind her. Her stomach tensed up with anticipation, and her pussy began to drip wetness down her thighs. With one quick shove, he forced as much of his fingers down her throat as he could, and at the same time she felt the head of his cock pressing between her pussy lips. He forced the head in as well.
As the head passed between her lips, she let out a muffled moan that vibrated his fingers. He took his fingers out of her mouth and wiped the saliva into her hair. As he shoved his cock deeper into her, she moaned again. He slapped her hardly in the right cheek as his cock buried itself deep into her snatch. “Shut the fuck up, bitch!”
   He groaned as he pulled his cock out and then shoved it back in again. He grabbed her hips and began thrusting hard and amateurishly. She struggled for a bit to not move her hips in assistance out of fear of being seriously struck, but eventually began to as he became sloppier with a quicker pace.
   She moved her ass back and forth on it fluidly. He stopped thrusting so much and grabbed her by the hair. She moaned. “That’s right you fucking slut, take care of my dick.” She brought a hand under her stomach and began to rub her clit circularly, switching from clockwise to counterclockwise at random. His stick prick felt amazing inside of her as she moved back against him all the way, forcing it in deep. She began to sweat, and imagined her whole body as becoming lubricated for his sadistic pleasure. The thought of being utterly abused and dominated made her clit grow even more sensitive, and her legs began to twitch as she rubbed it.
   He pulled her head back by the hair. He leaned forward, forcing himself all the way inside again and sharply bit the cuff of her ear. She didn’t breathe during. He pushed her face back against the wall.
He began pounding her again from behind, his waist slapping her ass and balls bouncing against the finger she was using to rub her clit. She let out moans of growing volume.
   His prick pulsated inside of her as he neared climax. She could feel it and knew it was coming – he was cumming. She moaned and rubbed her clit furiously as she felt the hot stream of cum shoot inside of her. He pulled her hair again – this time, as hard as he could, nearly ripping the clump out at its roots. Torrents filled her pussy, and her legs twitched achingly, making it difficult for her to stay up any longer. As he pulled out of her, she collapsed to her knees. They scraped roughly against the alley’s pavement. His cum dripped out of her pussy and made its way to the ground between her legs. He pulled her by her hair to turn around and face him.
   She did, and he forced her face to his cock, directing her by her hair like a marionette. “Open your fucking mouth.” She did so willingly while still stroking her clit. He shoved his dick into her mouth, the head of it hitting the back of her throat. He held her face down onto it, making it near impossible for her to breathe. She gagged, and he pulled her off by her locks. She rubbed her clit furiously and noticeably as he rubbed the head of his cock against her lips and cheeks. She slid a finger into herself, feeling the cum he had shot just recently. She felt her body tense up as she began to build up to a climax. Instead, he interruptingly grabbed her by the throat and threw her to the ground on her back.
   He knelt down to pick up his rope, bringing his face near hers. Her face was flushed; the heat was radiating from it against the skin on his face. He stared into her wincing eyes at point blank, her blue eyes half covered by her ruffled dark hair. He swept her hair out of her face to ensure he could see them. She glanced back up at him, noticing at this point that he did not have a beard. He yawed his head back and spat into her face, then opened his palm and smacked her in the right cheek cruelly. He then brought mouth then close to her ear: “I wouldn’t have paid for that anyways.” 
