ew!

biting your throat to get a better grip on you as they mount you with one slick thrust, trying to hold it in but letting out a content groan as the alpha's nice, thick cock rapes you, over and over

the voice pipes up above all the drowning ambient noise blaring throughout the crowded party you find yourself in, demanding your attention. your head spins to find the source, and your eyes are met by the chest of a busty woman, towering over you menacingly. she has to be at least half a foot taller than you, and the look on her face sneering down at you is one filled with a malevolent hunger. your legs press together, are you turned on? from just a look? you blush and then lower your head to hide said blush, in a chain reaction of embarrassment. the silence is deafening. great, another social interaction fumbled without even saying anything...

before you can wallow in your failure too hard, the woman grabs your chin with three fingers and tilts your face up to look at her. "what's wrong, darling- you scared of me?" she giggles with a clear mocking tone, and presses herself closer to you until you're completely backed into the corner you’ve been hiding in all night. you're not sure if she could tell how close her chest was getting to your face, but the grin on her face gave you an idea-

"no i- i-" you stumble on your words, squeaking over and over as you to force them out to not embarrass yourself in front of her any more. "no. sorry you're just- you're really pretty." you manage to smile up at her, beaming with pride. you were too flushed to get a look at her face before, but now that you can pay attention you are utterly enamoured. her eyes alone captivate your every sense, the most beautiful green pupils gaze into your soul, accompanied by gorgeous black wings. you couldn't tell whether to be lustful or jealous, you could never get your makeup to look good- let alone THAT good- even after a year of trying to learn after your second puberty.

as if she can read your mind, she giggles, her voice low and sultry like a succubus. "don't be jealous, sweet thing. if i had to guess I've had, what-" her fingers trace your cheekbones, admiring your smooth skin. you hoped she didn't think you were too young, you always did have a baby face. "at least a decade more experience than you? looks like it, at least~" your dick twitches in your leggings, begging to show how needy it is. you try to will it away but you cant fully, it's just too desperate. why did that make you so fucking hard? you wonder, cluelessly. she pushes closer again, and her knee lightly presses up against your crotch. she laughs at her mistake and pulls away, but then pushes it back up with a smile after she looks down and sees the face of desperation you've been making involuntarily the whole time. "my oh my, sweetpea- don't you think that's a little inappropriate?"

your eyes plead with her, as her every little push forward forces gasps from your lips. "i'msorry-" you whimper. she laughs, and the heat from your crotch rises into a deep flush draping your entire face. every noise surrounding you is faded away from your perception, so the only thing present to you is her in this moment. the bright colourful lights everyone else are dancing and mingling under make her beauty glow so captivatingly. you are utterly taken over. her fingers leave your chin, tracing down your neck until they wrap themselves under your little black collar, the one you wore to this event so anxiously with the tiny bit of hope that someone might notice you.

"hm," she pauses and looks on at you with an inquisitive examination, "how about i take you home with me... pup. would you like that?" your heart beats out of your chest. really?? she wants you to come back with her? you? you nod your head excitedly without even thinking. no words come to your mind. she moves her hand up to your head and ruffles up your hair like a dog. "c'mon then, follow me." 

she gives your collar a little tug, and you naturally bark in response. she needn't give you any more guidance as you dutifully follow half a foot behind at her side, maneuvering through and around the talking circles without a care and up the stairs out of the basement. once you're out of the house, and the music and laughter begin to fade, it is just you two in the midnight dark beneath the moonlight. she strides down a sidewalk away from the house. you follow never questioning where she is going. without turning back, she speaks. "i parked just up here." you walk until you turn a corner and the house disappears from view.

reaching a large red van, she unlocks it with a key clipped onto her belt and pulls open the sliding door. she ushers you inside. you follow, hopping in and sitting on the... bed? in the back. she follows suit shortly after and slams the door behind her. "well, this is mine~" you blink in silent surprise. she lives here? you assumed she had an actual home, not a shitty messy van. oh well, at least it means you didn't have to worry about being held captive, right? you laugh inwardly at the thought. suddenly, your thoughts are stopped by her pushing you onto your back, pinning you down on the dirty, barren mattress. "you're so cute, y’know that?" she whispers into your ear. you shiver. "i bet you sound so pretty when you scream." as the last word leaves her lips, you see a glint of metal and her pulling something from her pocket. in seconds there's a sharp, lengthy bowie knife held in her hand at your side. alarm bells blare like sirens in your head, but fuck if you aren't harder than you've ever been in your life.

you manage to speak for the first time in minutes. "i- uh- we should have a safeword, right? if- if you're using that..." you whimper through the words, your eyes never leaving hers for fear of some unspoken consequence.

"oh darling. you sweet, sweet little pup" you can feel the hunger in her smile like when she first approached you, but intensified even worse. "I don't *do* safewords."

the tip of her knife jabs into your side, poking through until you whimper and a single prick of blood drips through your shitty thin top. she laughs and laughs with your every noise. for some reason, despite your deep internal panic, you can't make yourself fight or complain at all. you rationalise, maybe she's just saying it to be hot? you know the traffic light system from reading online, maybe she will too if you need to use that- yeah, yeah. you wait, and whimper, and plead with every expression you know as she cuts through your top and rips the remnants off of you in a frenzy. she bites her lip as your budding tits are exposed and manhandles them with her free hand, laughing at your squeals every time her thumb brushes past your sensitive nipples.

her knife touches your belly, tracing down and down just light enough to not actually cut, until it catches on the waistband of your shorts. your eyes bolt open as it digs into the fabric, and you feel it cut past your bush. you squeal, almost jumping into the blade "i- red! red!" her smile turns into a scowl the instant the words slip from your lips. she moves her knife from your bottoms and they fall apart from the cuts. then, it jabs into the side of your hips. stabbing deep, deeper in until you start to gush out blood onto the bed.

"what did i fucking say, mutt." she growls, her eyes filled with rage, digging in with her blade until you scream and a torrent of tears pours down your face.