♡Harley Lynn♡

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I know how hard it is but try and keep your head up, as much as you can pup. I’ll be checking on you daily

Tbh like asap. Idk what I’m gonna do lol. I’m sure I’ll figure it out. Just making me really sad and anxious and not myself.

I set my car in park, pulling up my cardigan to protect me from the chill in the air. I climb out and begin my walk around the corner to a friend’s place.I noticed him sitting on a porch, his eyes burning into me. I look away quickly, trying not to make eye contact and walking a little bit faster. I notice him move in my peripheral vision and speed up a little more. 

"Hey, excuse me!"I hear and turn around to see those burning eyes, I walk backwards as I nod. 

"Do you have a light?"He asks.

"Uhh I do actually" I say, still walking backwards as I try and fish through my bag and he rushes towards me.

I feel his strong hands grab me around my waist and something cold and sharp is pressed against my neck. His body is pressed closely to mine and the blade is daring to draw blood. I feel his hot breath on my face, smelling of cigarettes. 

“Turn around" He growls in my ear. I suck in a sharp breath and slowly twist so my back is to his front. He quickly repositions himself so the blade is right back to my throat. He holds it in place as he walks me forward. I try to fight back, I push back against him and try to pull his arm down. Yelling for him to let me go.  It’s 3am, the street is deserted, no one is around to hear me. 

He grabs a fistful of my hair and moves the knife so the point is pressing into my ribs. Leading me from behind into a dark alley. He pushes me into a brick wall, shoving my face into it. He curls his fingers around his knife and punches me in my side. The air leaves my lungs in a push and I am kealing over and coughing. Unable to yell anymore. He laughs at me bent over in pain, pulling me back up by the hand still in my hair. 

"You're my little toy tonight” he breathes in my ear, pushing his body into mine, pinning me against the wall and he moves his hand still holding the knife down my body, groping me.

 "Oh? No bra? What a little fucking whore, you wanted this" he spits as he runs his hand under my skirt to find I am not wearing panties either. “Oh yeah, you wanted this fucking bad” he smiles as he punches in my side again until I fall to my knees. His hand in my hair grips me tighter while he moves in front of me. I hit and hit and hit against his thighs. Trying to pull away only to have more and more of my locks pulled out from my scalp. I feel the knife against my face and I freeze, "You are going to suck my dick, and you are not going to like what I do if I feel teeth, you dumb bitch".

I feel his warm cock touch my extremely sensitive and cold face. Soaking up the tears I didn’t notice were falling.  

"Open your mouth, whore" He orders. I keep it closed, shaking my head. the knife slides down my face until it is against my throat, "now, bitch".

 I slowly open my mouth, letting out a sob right as he pushes his cock inside, moving the blade from my throat. I press my palms against his thighs and push against him, though it is futile. His strong body humping my face as if it were a pussy, ignoring my gagging or struggle for breath. "You just needed a man like me, didn't you? Isn't that why you are walking out here alone? Yeah, you needed this slut."

My entire face is leaking; tears falling from my eyes, snot from my nose, and saliva from my lips. I try to catch my breath at any moment I can. My lungs and face are burning as he continues to hump my face. 

He throws me to the ground again, kicking me in my side and rolls me onto my back. The pain knocks me and I gasp in a deep breath. Before I can try to crawl away I feel him climb on top of me and force his cock inside my mouth as he begins to lick my panty-free cunt under my skirt. I squirm, feeling so degraded and uncomfortable with his mouth on the most intimate part of me. I try my hardest not to sink my teeth into his dick, knowing if I did that, he would most likely kill me. I felt him lift himself off of me, next thing I knew his shoe was on my face.

 "Wahhhhh" he laughs as he mimics my crying. Grinding his dirty shoe into my face. 

 He bends down and pulls me up by my hair, walking me over to a porch near us, just about waist height. He pushes me down so my chest is flush with the concrete and kicks my feet apart. I am cursing and crying and pleading for him to let me go, to not do this. He quickly rubs his huge dick up my slit and rams it into my soaking pussy. 

"Ohhh, the little whore is so wet!" he mocks. He thrusts into me so hard my hips bang against the step, I try to crawl myself up onto the step to get away. He pulls me by my hair back and pushes my knees to the ground and slaps me so hard I hear bells. He pulls me back up to my feet and grabs my neck, pushing me back so that I am laying on the step. 

 "Look at me slut", I slowly open my eyes to see the fire in his own as he thrusts himself back into me and I yell out again. He keeps his hand firmly around my throat, to the point where breathing is possible, but uncomfortable. His other hand is still white knuckling his knife next to my face. I feel my body slide up and down with each powerful thrust. I cuss up at him hoarsely pushing the words from my constricted throat.. He just smiles and spits forcefully in my face. I instantly wipe it off. I begin to push against his chest, trying to sit up and get him away.I feel something in my mouth, he is pushing the knife sideways in my mouth so that it threatens to cut my mouth open and my tongue grazes the blade.

 "Get your whore hands off of me", a coldness drips in his voice and I automatically lay my palms down on the concrete. He keeps his knife in my mouth while all I can do is lay there crying as he violates my body. Grunting and breathing in my face. 

 "I am bored with this hole..." He snickers. He flips me over, so I am bent over the porch, barely able to touch the ground. I feel the head of his cock begin to push into my asshole. 

“No no no no” I keep changing. Trying to wriggle away. 

“Yes yes yes” he laughs, holding me down by my waist and pushes more forcefully into me. The only lube being whatever was left on him from my pussy. He pushes balls deep in my ass and all I can do is cry and think about the pain. He begins to roughly thrust into my ass, groaning. He is too big, it feels like I am being torn apart. The concrete is biting into my exposed flesh as my body moves with his demanding hips. My mind is so overwhelmed with sensation I shut down. 

“That’s right, this is what it’s like to be fucked by a real man, you little whore.” He grunts. Holding onto my waist in such a brutal hold that I can already feel the bruises forming. His thrusts become uncoordinated and I can feel him stiffen as he cums in my ass. His groans fill the alley. He pulls out of my stinging hole and wipes himself on my cheeks. Tears are still pooling beneath my face and I am too tired and beat to move.