"Why so much drama... little whore"
As he squeezed his palm hard on my mouth I shivered in his embrace. I came back crashing to my senses that I am bein molested by an low life in some black alley behind a bar.
My mind started racing for ideas to get out of this madness. At first Avinash came in my mind. If only I could reach my phone! As I struggled like a little sparrow with a broken wing... My molestor firmed his grip on me.
"No point of struggling! No point of crying! Do as I ask or I ll slit your throat"
Our eyes met agin... Oh that violence! Was addictive indeed, the rage the fury and the primal need of a man overshadowed my entire existence!
But Oh that violence! It was contagious. It did things to me. It gave me a equal right to fight... Fight for myself. I canNOT give up. I canNOT let this man do what he want. My life may be in absolute pandemonium! But in this alley... Where my existence is reduced to a prey... I ll run... I ll hide... I will fight!
I tried to threw my hands and knees and elbows and feet... But as the seconds ticked I realized I was too small, too small under his physic and aura. And as he smothered life away from me I failed!
"You are making it difficult for yourself only you bitch!"
My eyes got blurry as another shot of tears rolled down my cheeks. I have never faced a situation where I am in such trouble. Not seeing any other way I threw my hands again and one landed on his bicep.
And that moment! He growled! As if this was not a city... As if I was not a human, as if he was not a human... As if he was the king of his jungle and I was his dinner...
He removed his hand and I gasped for air. But he didn't gave me a moment to recover. I felt pressure on my shoulders as he shoved me down on my knees and pressed one knee with his foot... I cried in agony but who cared!
"Time to do what you do best, bitch!"
I gasped again... every particle of oxygen betrayed my need as he unhooked his trousers and his manhood popped out. A wierd smell filled the air, the smell I was unaware of, the smell of testosterone, smell of chaos.
My blood thickened, and heart skipped a beat as I felt a wave between my legs. WHAT THE FUCK IS HAPPENING TO ME!
"Suck me bitch... Or I will cut your tounge"
I pressed my lips in horror as the cold blade followed my neckline and stood still under my chin. At that moment I realised he was a master of this game and I was a novice who didn't even knew such horror existed.
I pressed my lips harder determined to die to be mutilated but never give up.
"I said... Suck!"
I closed my eyes in horror as his blade touched my cheeks.
"It will be a shame if I have to cut your tongue... How will you play your tricks on your customers' cock... Eh bitch?"
With the other hand he held his semi erect cock and slapped my cheeks with it. My eyes betrayed me and out of curiosity I looked... And even in such a situation I gasped and could not help admiring his manhood.
"There you are... Now get to business... If am pleased I may even pay you."
I snapped... I literally snapped! Do not know where I got courage but all my self esteem bubbled and I cried "I am not a whore!"
Silence...
An akward Silence!
Maybe a second, or a minute...
But the silence felt heavy!
But then the strom broke... He picked me up shoved me to the dirty wall. The rough surface being rubbed on my butter like skin, it broke and bled. He held my head on the wall as I struggled and with other hand he dragged my hip towards him.
"Let me show you what a whore you are!"
My panic thickened as his rough hands traced my belly button and with a yank he broke the button of my jeans, and pulled it down my ass.
As I felt the air touching my bare skin my heart crumbled. I got an idea what he is about to do and I struggled. But soon failed and gave up the fight, he was pressing my left cheek to the wall which was already bruised by his slaps and the pressure and struggle made every inch of my body begged for help.
"Ah see... You really are a whore!"
I felt his blade on my ass and I shivered. I was wearing a G-string. What was I thinking!!! I cursed the moment I decided to have a night out! This wasn't me... This wasn't my fate. My unnecessary curiosity has backfired and landed me on the lap of an atrocity.
With a light stroke of blade my tormentor cut the string and got a good feel of my naked ass... And as his hands touched my bare skin of an intimate body part, as rough met smooth, my whole body became useless. My neurons rebelled... and refused to feel anything and everything else... Just the touch... His touch!
An unintended moan left my mouth and he grinned... I couldn't see but I could feel.
"Let me see how wet you are..."
I couldn't struggle more... I stood still crying as my own body betrayed me. His hands traced my clits and he found the wetness I developed.
"Ahhh... Such a wet mess you are"
He rubbed my clit for a bit and with a rough push he entered a finger in my pussy... And then he FROZE!
He Froze...
I Froze...
The air around us froze and the heavy silence captured the scenario.
And I knew why...
He have found my Hymen... Intact... Not teared, not even a bit stretched. He found the proof that I am not a whore.
Even a finger felt a lot, his finger rough and long, made my delicate skin pour some more lequide shame. My body, involuntarily welcomed him to it's depth, my muscles fisted his finger and I couldn't take it anymore.
I wanted to run... But then I wanted to ride his finger. My torned into pieces. And then the silence broke.... He dig depper... In disbelief.
His touch tickled and fireworks began behind my eyes, everything exploded with his finger rubbing my hymen, everything went black as he fucked me with his finger.
I heard him growling, everything disappeared and lust replaced the silence. I made noises like I never knew I could. He came forward and once again his smell... Ugh his smell masked my nostrils, in that moment I survived on that smell not oxygen.
He cursed me in an inapprehensible language. And started rubbing his manhood in my ass crack. His face replaced his hand which was pressing my head to the wall. He burried his nose in my thick black hair and breathed hard.
I... Fuck there was no I in that moment, there was no shame no barriers no question no answer. Just us chasing each other, trying to conquer the most primal game of human existence.
"You... You are... You are an Angel"
He murmured in my ear and bit it hard. And then! The very next moment....
He was gone!
stay tuned 
Arman 
is like my first love 
de-anthropomorphism