**Title: Taken by Force**

Erika had always been the kind of girl who thought she was untouchable. Pretty, spoiled, used to getting whatever she wanted with a snap of her fingers. But tonight, that arrogance was going to be stripped away along with everything else.

I’d been watching her for weeks—her tight little body, that bratty smirk, the way she flaunted herself, oblivious to the danger she was inviting. She was young, barely legal, but old enough to learn the hard way what happens when you tempt the wrong man. And tonight, I was going to teach her.

I caught her alone, walking home late after some stupid party, her short dress riding up her thighs with every step. She was drunk, giggling to herself, wobbling on her heels, and she didn’t even hear me coming until it was too late. My hand clamped over her mouth, her shriek muffled against my palm as I dragged her into the alley.

“Shut the fuck up,” I growled, slamming her against the rough brick wall. Her eyes were wide, terrified—finally realizing she wasn’t in control anymore.

I didn’t waste time. My fingers dug into the neckline of her dress, ripping it down the middle before she could even fight back. She gasped, her tits spilling out, round and perky, her nipples hard from the sudden shock. “N-no, stop!” she whimpered, but I just laughed, gripping her throat to keep her still as I shoved my other hand between her legs.

Her dress was in the way, so I tore that too, exposing her cunt, already glistening—whether from fear or some sick little hidden thrill, I didn’t care. I shoved two fingers inside her without warning, and she let out this pathetic little sob, her body jerking.

“Fuck, you’re tight,” I grunted, twisting my fingers roughly, stretching her. “Bet no one’s even used this little hole yet.”

She tried to struggle, but her legs were shaking too much to kick me away. Instead, she just whined, her pussy clenching around my fingers like she was already trying to fight the inevitable. I could feel her getting wetter, and that just pissed me off more—like her body was betraying her, proving she was just a slut deep down.

I pulled my fingers out, shoving them in her mouth instead. “Taste yourself, bitch.” She gagged, but I held her jaw shut, making her suck them clean. Her mascara was running, her lips trembling—fuck, she looked so pathetic, and it made my cock so hard I thought I’d burst.

I didn’t bother with foreplay after that. I unbuckled my belt, shoving my jeans down just enough to free my dick, already leaking. Erika saw it and started crying harder, shaking her head. “Please, I—I don’t want—!”

“Did I ask what you want?” I grabbed her hips, flipping her around to face the wall. She tried to push back, but I smacked her ass hard, leaving a red handprint that made her squeal. Then I spat on my cock, lined it up with her tight little hole, and shoved inside in one brutal thrust.

She screamed, her whole body jerking, her nails clawing at the brick like she could escape. But I didn’t give her that mercy. I gripped her waist and pumped into her, each thrust forcing her forward, her back arching, her tits bouncing. Her cunt was so fucking tight—like she was trying to resist, but every time she clenched, it just made me harder.

“Fucking take it,” I snarled, slamming into her harder. “This is what you’re good for, Erika. Just a hole to breed.”

She sobbed, her legs buckling, but I held her up, my cock pistoning in and out of her, her slick walls squeezing me so good I knew I wouldn’t last. Her whimpers turned into high-pitched moans, her body betraying her even more as she started pushing back against me.

“No, no, no—” she gasped, but her pussy was gripping me like it didn’t want me to leave.

I laughed, fucking her even harder, the sound of skin slapping skin echoing in the alley. “Yeah, you love this, don’t you? Little fucking slut.”

Her legs were shaking, her moans getting higher, and I knew she was close. Good. I wanted her to come on my cock, wanted her to know she didn’t have a choice in that either. My fingers dug into her hips as I drove into her one last time, my balls tightening before I erupted inside her, filling her up with thick, hot cum.

She let out a broken cry as I pulled out, my spend dripping out of her ruined cunt, down her thighs. She collapsed against the wall, trembling, her dress torn, her makeup ruined—fucking perfect.

I leaned down, grabbing her hair to yank her head back. “Next time, I won’t be so nice.” Then I left her there, a used little mess, just like she was always meant to be.