A young girl walking alone in a dark alleyway, dressed like a slut, is confronted by a large, impending black man.
It was 10 PM when the fourteen year old Sara began walking home from the park with her friends. She had just gotten her curfew moved back and she was strolling happily and carelessly home.
She was dressed inappropriately for her age, wearing a skimpy crop top that left her perfect, full young breasts hanging out. Her tiny jean shorts left her perfect little bubble butt exposed to the chilling night air. Her tits and butt move provacatively as her blonde hair sways with her stride.
As she enters the dark alleyway, the eyes of a spectator meet her body. Jamar is a large, black man. Standing at 6’4 and carrying 180 lbs of muscle, he completely towers dover Sara’s small frame. He notices Sara enter the alleyway, and he steps off of the wall where he was leaning. Her blows a puff of cigarette as he stares at her exposed and perfectly shaped little body.
Sara notices Jamar, and she quickly looses her careless confidence. Suddenly conscious of her exposed body, she tilts her head down, and tugs uselessly on her jean shorts in an attempt to cover her young ass. She tries to fix her crop top to cover her tits, which threaten to spill out from the low cut top with every step she takes.
JAMAR: “Yo, little girl, what you doin in a place like this so late?”
Sara’s breath hitches in her throat and her eyes widen. His size is overwhelming, making her feel impossibly small and exposed in her skimpy outfit. The fabric of her top rides up further as she tenses, her breasts straining against the thin material.
SARA: “I–I’m just going home”
She instinctively wraps her arms around herself, trying to cover her chest and pull the hem of the shorts down to hide her ass. She takes a reflexive step backward, her sneakers scuffing against the concrete as she searches for an escape route that doesn’t involve walking past him.
Jamar looks closer at her alluring body, as he steps towards her.
JAMAR: “Why you dressed like such a whore?”
Saras face flushes crimson, not from embarrassment at the insult, but from the terror spiking through her veins.
SARA: “I–I’m not!”
She protests weakly. Her voice gets higher in panic as he closes the distance between them. The way his eyes roam over her young body makes her feel like prey. Jamar moves closer as she backs away helplessly. Her small hands clutch at the thin fabric covering her breasts, trying to hide her body.
SARA: “Please, just let me go”
Her breathing becoming shallow and rapid. She begins to shuffle sideways, desperate to keep some space between them, but her legs feel heavy and weak like jelly.
JAMAR: “You look young little girl, you should know not to dress like such a slut”
As he approaches, she is backed against the brick wall. Her rubs his thumb on her cheek, and traces his finger down her perfect body.
Sara whimpers when he touches her, and a jolt is send through her tight body. She flinches violently as his large finger runs down her small body, and she grabs his large wrist pathetically, trying to stop him.
SARA: “Don’t! Please don’t touch me!”
Her eyes fill with tears immediately. She tries to move away, but her back is pressed against the alleyway wall, trapping her.
Her skimpy little shirt offers no protection as his touch explores the curves of her body. She squeezes her eyes shut tight, shaking her head frantically as she struggles to backpedal, her small hands pressing against his chest in a desperate, feeble attempt to push him away.
Jamar grips her neck and lifts her into the air, and against the brick wall with ease. The cool stone presses against her skin as her feet dangle.
Sara’s eyes bulge in sheer terror as his massive hand wraps around her throat. The sudden force sends a shockwave of agony through her neck as his fingers clamp down. When he lifts her off the ground, her legs immediately begin thrashing wildly in the air, her sneakers kicking uselessly in the air as she loses contact with the pavement.
A strangled, wet sound escapes her throat as her windpipe is crushed under the immense pressure.
SARA: “Nngh!”
She can’t even scream; the air is cut off instantly, leaving her lungs burning for oxygen that won’t come.
Her small body convulses violently against the rough brick wall behind her, her spine arching in pain as she’s pinned there. Her hands fly up to his forearm, her fingernails digging into his skin with desperate strength as she writhes and flails, trying to pry the deadly grip loose.
Tears stream down her face as her vision begins to blur and as her face begins to turn a deathly red. Her entire body shakes in a frantic, uncontrolled spasm as she fights for every breath.
Jamar keeps his hand pressed against her little throat, crushing her windpipe as she struggles feebly. Jamar reaches his large dark hand under the fabric of her small crop top, and he gropes her delicate little breasts.
Her pulls them aggressively out over her top, exposing her perky little nipples to the cool air. He slaps her tit hard, immediately leaving a red mark.
Sara convulses more, and you can see an extra expression of agony through her strangled face, as it turns gradually from red to purple from asphyxiation.
JAMAR: “Your such a pathetic fucking whore”
Jamar puts out his cigarette on the sensitive skin of her perky breast.
Sara’s eyes roll back in her head. A suppressed, high pitched noise escapes her throat despite the crushed windpipe. Her body convulses more violently, her fingers clawing at his muscular arm.
She is begining to pass out, and her face is turning a scary, pale shade of purple as she drools pathetically.
Finally, Jamar releases her neck, dropping her fragile little body onto the cold concrete. She collapses like a broken doll. He forces her onto her knees and pins her face against the wall with his crotch.
Her throat burns with excruciating pain, leaving her coughing and wheezing while she clutches at her neck, her small hands shaking uncontrollably.
JAMAR: “Open your fucking mouth”
Jamar presses his boot violently against her virgin pussy. The force of it pins her in place, and her hips jerk involuntarily against the concrete.
SARA: “N no! Stop! Please, it hurts!” she sobs, her voice cracking as she writhes beneath him.
While she sobs from the pain, Jamar takes the opportunity to force his cock cruelly into her tight throat. The sheer size of him stretches Sara’s mouth to its breaking point.
His cock is too large for her small throat, and he only barely manages to fit half of his cock inside before his girth becomes too much for her tight neck. Her throat constricts around him in a reflexive spasm of agony, but he doesn’t stop. With each relentless, forceful thrust, he drives deeper into her, and stretches the walls of her throat.
Her neck bulges obscenely, and an outline of his cock appears through it. Sara’s small frame convulses against the concrete as the violation continues. Her hands claw uselessly at his thighs, her fingernails digging into his muscle.
Tears and saliva stream down her chin as her body goes into shock, her small legs kicking spasmodically against the pavement while she chokes hopelessly.
JAMAR: “Mhph-perfect bitch. Maybe don’t dress like such a whore next time”
Jamar slaps her young tits and thrusts deeper, stretching her neck out further and gradually fitting more cock inside her.
The impact of his hand connecting against her breasts sends a shockwave of pain through her chest, making Sara’s entire body arch and spasm violently. Her small breasts jiggle and sway from the force of the blow, the delicate skin already bruised.
BEA: “Mmph ! Mmmph!!”
She tries to scream, but the sound is nothing more than a wet, gurgling noise trapped behind the massive intrusion filling her throat.
Sara is feels like she’s dying, and she has ran completely out of oxygen. Her throat is stretched to a completely unatural degree, and it feels like her neck is going to rip apart.
Her small legs kick out in erratic, uncontrolled spasms against the pavement. Her desperate attempts to slow him with her hands are halting as she edges the brink of unconciosuness.
Finally, as he thrusts impossibly deep in her, almost reaching her esophagus, she passes out.
Her small hands drop to the side of her shuddering body, and her thrashing legs slow down. She is completely at his mercy, her young body laying limp.
JAMAR: “What a pathetic piece of fuck meat”
Jamar continue to abuse her body even after she passes out. Her shows no empathy for her wellbeing, and is only interested in pleasure.
Her neck becomes looser after she passes out, and Jamar manages to push the tip of his black cock into her esophagus.
Sara begins to convulse and spasm violently as she runs completely out of air, her body’s last defense.
Jamar hits her breasts and continue to fuck her throat ruthlessly, ignoring all the signs that her body is failing.
Jamar buries his cock deep inside her throat as her neck stretches wildly, and her esophagus begins to stretch as well. The skin on her neck is stretched so much that it looks like it will split open. The internal damage to her esophagus reaches a breaking point as the massive girth forces its way through the already breached tissue, causing her body to convulse in one last, weak spasm of pure agony.
Finally, Jamar releases a large load of hot semen into Sara’s esophagus, filling her young body. The thick cum mixes with blood from her internal injuries, and the sensation sends an involuntary shiver down limp frame.
When he pulls his cock out, Sara’s body collapses completely. She flops onto the hard, unforgiving concrete like a broken doll, her small frame landing with a sickeningly soft thud. Her head lolls to the side, exposing her bruised throat where the outline of his cock had been so violently pressed against the skin.
Her pale breasts spill out from her disheveled crop top, heaving slightly with shallow, reflexive gasps that barely manage to clear the blood and semen pooling at the corners of her mouth. She lies motionless in the shadows of the alley, a broken, bloodied heap of flesh against the cold pavement, her breathing faint and ragged as she remains completely unconscious.
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