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Twisted Intention [Antagonist x Ironic]

t was time to clock out of work, finally. Working for a newspaper company was exhausting, especially with typing up multiple stories each day to appease what the paper wanted to publish. Nala was a young and beautiful girl, only 24 and just graduated from one of the top universities in New York for becoming a News Editor. There was always something going on in the Big Apple, which made it easier to write stories… But it was always the same old material. Robberies, rapes, murders, it was almost as if there was no good in the world to be seen? Shrugging the thoughts away, she walked out of the swiveling glass door, her black high heels clicking against the cement.

A semi-tight white blouse fitted on torso, the cleavage poking out from the uncovered part of her shirt. Coming down to just above her knees a black shirt concealed her curvaceous hips, a small slit on the trim near the backside. Fitting nicely in her clasp, a leather suitcase filled with various amounts of paperwork strutted near her walking thighs. It was a nice day, still daylight and enough time to enjoy the rest of it. “Maybe I could take a nice hot shower to simmer off the stresses of the day?” The young blonde thought to herself, pacing herself slowly towards the apartments that would lead her to her home.

The streets were busy, but not as busy as usual. Was it due to the time of day? It wasn’t normal for her to get off this early anyways, perhaps she just had to adjust to the awkward time? An alleyway came into sight, one that she entered into every day in order to get to her apartment. Normally it wasn’t occupied by anyone, but there was someone inside. It was silhouetted, only the blaze of bright red cigarette tip due to the inhalation was seen. It felt eerie, but in the past there were people in the alleyway that didn’t do anything. Probably all of the fresh murder stories she wrote taunted her with fright.

Taking a deep breath, she sucked up any of the anxiety she had and walked into the alleyway. This was the only way she could get to her apartment just on the other side. So, she was sort of forced to do it. Coming into closer view to the figure, it was a handsome male. Why would someone like him be lurking in a dirty place like this? “Good evening.” She cheerfully spoke, giving a soft spoken nod in his direction as she passed by.
 
This wasn’t something new – getting jeers and whistles whilst walking the streets. Shaking her head and muttering something under her breath, she directed her brown irises down onto the graveled ground. She wouldn’t give this pervert the pleasure at looking into her eyes. But, two feet obscured her vision on the ground and directed her eyes to what was in front of her. There he was, blocking her from any further entry to the other side of the alleyway. Really? This little game?

Rolling her eyes casually, she crossed both hands over her bosoms, her leather suitcase still in her grip. She could always use that as a weapon if need be. The pungent scent of cigarette smoke made her face wrinkle, and she let out a small cough. “You’re barking up the wrong tree here. Sorry to disappoint.”

Smiling in a smart-ass way, Nala revolved around to get out of his way and proceed out of the alleyway. Did he truly think that would stop her? Later she would return to the alleyway if he wasn’t in there, that is after all, if he would allow her to leave the first time.
 
“But… Nala sweetheart…” Those words echoed like ripples in water against her head. How did he know her name when she never even met him before? Her picture was never published in the newspaper underneath the articles she wrote, only her name. Was he someone she went to school with but never talked to? A stalker? His expectations judged to be correct, and she stopped only briefly to the sound of her name. Precious time was wasted, one that could of saved her life.
Out of nowhere, her head was tugged backwards, her beautiful swirls of strawberry blonde tresses entangled in his digits. Reaching up to the sky, she bent her elbows to dig into the talon hand to rip away the sting that was affecting her scalp. The hot dog merchant saw what was happening, yet turned an eye to act as if it were nothing but a figment of his imagination. Nala cried out, feeling the thin heels to her shoes break from dragging against the graveled passageway.

Her small body was thrown like a useless piece of trash straight into the green garbage can, her suitcase flying out of her once stiffened grip. The locks busted open, and the various amount of paperwork sailed out from the case, scattering like the mess she was now in.

The clicking of a switchblade resonated against the bricked building barriers. It was a gut wrenching feeling. Would she die today by a man that knew her name but she did not know him? Pressing her palms against the ragged rocked pebbles beneath her, she scooted in reverse, edging herself away from the man that strolled roguishly on the way to her. Why was he doing this to her? Maybe she wrote a bad story about this man and he came searching for her? Whatever it was it did not change the circumstances she was in.

“Please, what have I done! I’ll give you my money, anything, just let me live!” She begged like a peasant asking for food, but this was her life on the line. Horrendously, her hands safeguarded her lament face, but his target was her unprotected gullet, gripping it mercilessly that would leave her wheezing for air that could not get into her lungs.

The blade that sparkled against the lighting would mockingly laugh at her fear. This feeling of helplessness was terrifying, not being able to protect herself or so anything. Just when she thought he was slice open her uncovered neck, the tip of the shining blade went into her shirt to relentlessly pop them open. So, he was after her for other reasons? A quick fix to the growing erection in his pants? Her legs kicked upwards, trying to hit the sensitive lump that would cause his knees to buckle in. Nala’s face was strained with pain and concentration, attempting to hit that special spot, and the tip of her heels grinded against it… but was it enough to get him to let go?

She kicked more, closing her eyes to keep her mind off of the blade that could end her life at any given moment. That was the last thing she wanted to peer into. The instincts to survive ran around like a marathon runner in her noggin, thinking of everything she could do in order to live to see the light of another day.
 
Yes! She was victorious, just the reaction she wanted to see from him; pained and stumbling on his once firm feet. Hastily she attempted to scurry up to her feet, no longer paying any mind to his angered and twisted face and an arriving fist. The sliver of time she was granted got her only to stand up faintly, until the next action made her head spin to see the galaxies swim above her head.

A striking blow hit her left cheek, and if it were possible her head would spin around similarly to cartoons. Immediately it became inflamed, hemorrhaging inside of her mouth to draw blood and mix it with her clear saliva. Iron. That au fait flavor.

Nala’s small frame would bounce against the stiff brick wall before bouncing back down onto the ground. Laying like a starfish, her back was against the rocky gravel, her breasts amble and exposed for the world to see. It was embarrassing. Her pride was hurt, but that wasn’t the only thing aching. She was dazed out, similar to being drunk, but she was aware of what had happened and what had caused this throbbing soreness.

Maybe this is where she belonged. On the ground amongst the piles of abused and battered rocks, just like herself. Another blow, but not as savaged as the previous one. Her head shook, tiny bells rung in her head, and she questioned if this was real life. No, it couldn’t be. This was straight off from a horror film, or a nightmare. Maybe if she squeezed her eyes tight enough it’ll all go away?

The bewilderment left her unknowing once the mysterious man removed the tight skirt and shredded away the panties that concealed her shaven cunt. Letting out a wail, discomfort stuck her body as he sat on her knees, wanting to break from the weight of his body. And next thing she knew, she was face-to-face with a pulsating and large cock. Gulping, she shook her head away from him, clenching her teeth shut.

“No.” Firmly she spoke, trying to twist around to get him off from her. After seeing what he could do to her, she learned quickly to not try and fight him physically. It was hard to keep her diminishing pride from shattering completely, trying to not cry in front of this heartless monster. “I’m not going to do this with you. You’re sick. This is wrong.”
 
The man’s weight was giving her a rough time breathing, wheezing in and out as she tried to pry him off from her. Those compliments towards her breasts made her feel more ashamed for having naturally large bust than pleased. Shaking her head, she tried to deny furthermore that this was actually happening to her. She always wrote about it, heard about things like this happening. Why did it have to be her? The tip of his hardened head brushed up against her pressed bosom, effortlessly sliding down into the crevice of her cleavage. The hairs on her skin stood erect, feeling filthy from being treated this way. She was not a fuck toy, and she would get her sweet revenge when she would be granted the chance.

“I hope you’re ready…” Really, did he ask such a berserk question? Of course she wasn’t ready and she would never be ready for this foul idiot. She gave him silence. No more would she waste another breath on him. Quick her hands were to grip at his hand that would wrap around her mouth, his saliva and seed pouring into her inflated nostrils. It reeked, and she dug her nails into his hand to pry it off, wiggling more than she had done before. It was apparent what his next intentions were, and this would be painful. Oh so painful. One that would stay in her nightmares for the rest of her days.

The nails dug into his flesh, scraping away the flesh but it still did not budge. Her thighs tightened against each other as hard as they could go, but as always, he had other plans and expected her to behave this way. How many girls has he raped? His knees would rest on her upper thighs, pressing hard on her pressure point that resided there. It was hard to keep the fight up to deny him access to her love hole, and gave way from his abrupt force. Nala was ashamed for letting him get this far. She knew she should have stayed after to work on more paperwork. It would have saved her from the entangled mess she was now in.

Without any more warning, he would slither into the gap in her opened thighs and thrust forward, forcing ever bit of himself into her dry cunt. Her eyes widened, as if experiencing shock, and she screamed out in pain, only to be muffled by a saliva-cum coated hand. It was loud, but it was short lived. It did nothing to help her and in fact, he wanted to hear her scream. She wouldn’t give him the pleasure to soak up her screams, but the tears that strolled down her cheeks were plentiful. Her knees shook from the tremor of his thrust, and her vaginal canal was aching terribly from being abused when it was vulnerable. She bit her lip so hard it drew blood, and she would buck her hips upward to try and pry off his cock from inside of her.

“Get out of me!” Nala thrashed around like a child going through a temper tantrum, wanting to get this man away from her. She wouldn’t give up wiggling, doing it until every muscle would burn from overuse. She was a fighter and would not give in. He would have to break her.
 
Blood seeped through the spaces in her fingers, and instead of the putrid scent of his saliva and pre-seed it was substituted by the scent of fresh iron. The liquid was warm yet thicker than water, and hurriedly she retrieved her hand. Raising it up, she would see the harm she had done to the rapist. It was as if she had patted her palm in a bucket of fresh wet paint, trailing down the underside of her wrist. It wasn’t in Nala’s nature to inflict pain to another human being, but her instincts chose life, and she would take the necessary actions to insure it.

A trail of black mascara followed close behind her sopping tears, and she would sniffle as the man stared at his hand. Was he intrigued by it? It seemed to be as if he was staring at a piece of art, admiring the swirls of blood as it began to drip from the open wound. His expression was quick to change, fascination swapped with anger, and her heart sunk. She had goofed up, why would she take such brutal actions when she wouldn’t be able to save herself when it was his turn to exchange blows?

On the spur of the moment Nala thrashed her body around like a fish out of water, trying to make the man roll off from her spasming body but it was no use. Helplessness sunk down into the core of her bones, and now she would have a horror story of her own to share. His goal was successful, draining her from the hope she had stored deep in her heart… now nothing but a void. The light that was in her eyes was hidden away by the shadow of a raised hand, and she flinched, waiting for the beatings to come.

WHACK!

Forceful, brutal, uncaring, dominance. How could one slap show so much built up emotions? Her neck cracked, forced over in the route the slap had directed. It would sting deeply, tingly and soon bubbled up with a nice picture of his own hand imprinted in her flesh. More iron was tasted, stronger than the last.

CLOUT!

This time without warning, as she was trying to recover from the previous blow, this one making her eyes flutter shut and the world around her spin faster than a marry-go-round. It felt like an eternity had passed, but it was only a few seconds. The friction of the unattended pavement against her back caused her to wail out in pain, resulting in something similar to rug burn. “Why why why…” She muttered out with emotionless eyes, staring at the sky through the seep in the two buildings.

Nala’s body rocked, and naturally she became wet. It wasn’t as wet as Rayze had anticipated, and so he began to take the action in his own hands. Rubbing the soft flower bud that was just above her urethra, she would twitch awkwardly, not use to someone touching the sensitive nub in such a harsh way. Gritting her teeth, she attempted to keep herself from growing aroused by his lewd acts. Naturally, her walls were seeping, and she couldn’t help what came normally. It was hard to admit that it felt good, but that was the last thing this beast was doing – to make her feel good. He wanted her wet for his own benefit, and he got what he wanted.

“I hope you’re happy.” She spat out, spitting on him afterwards. He couldn’t hurt her anymore. She grew emotionless, it would only be wasted effort on his behalf.
 
As the man took his length out from within her cunny, that warmth feeling left and she couldn’t help but shiver. Even if it was brutal and uninviting, it felt lonely after being plowed ruthlessly for quite some time. He had something in store for her if he was bold enough to pull out of her after being so lust-filled. Like a dog, she was picked up and placed on the pavement on all fours. Little pieces of gravel already dug into her skin, but as he began to drug her she wailed out in pain, feeling her skin peeling back like an orange to expose what was underneath. This was going to hurt for a while…

Like the trash he seen her, her body was pressed up against the metallic green garbage can, the coldness chilling her already vacant soul. Once more, he took position to fuck her like an animal, his skin slapping her own lewdly and causing her body to rock back and forth. It was so rough that she was slapping against the hard garbage can, and she would groan out in agony as she met with it each time. He didn’t care about her or what happened, it was clear as day, but wouldn’t anyone have the decency to respect someone else and their feelings? This was definitely a wakeup call.

The pain was so much that she wanted to vomit, underneath her ribs being dug at as if he sought to remove the flesh he was gripping. Tears stung her eyes and poured down her cheeks, swirling with the blood that seeped from the corner of her lips. “Please, just let this torture come to an end…” She whimpered in her head, closing her eyes tightly to try and take her mind somewhere else. He was about to cum, she could feel his member begin to twitch in her love canal, and she held her breath awaiting for the blows to come.

Stream after stream of built up cum spewed inside of her tight cunt, and it was a lot. Has he been saving it all of this time for a moment like this? Is this why he was so savage? So demanding? As soon as he finished unloading his fuck pole, he left her there, sweaty and full of cum, even on her body. It was embarrassing, and now someone was coming behind her.

Cocking her head backwards, she could see it was the police… Thank goodness! She was immobilized though, laying limp on the ground, the power just drained from her weak body. But a cop was here, and everything would be okay. She was safe now, safe from the guy that almost killed her...

"Help me, please, I am not okay!" She pleaded, her voice cracking from disuse and torture. She tried to get on her hands and knees, but they ached and bled terribly, and she had no choice but to lay down on the rough and rocky pavement.

"Please...."
 
Nala wasn’t able to see the lecherous shimmer in the officer’s eyes, let alone who he was. All that was going through her skull was that her nightmarish reality would finally be terminated. Two reassuring large hands cupped her underarms, and she about whimpered with glee. “Thank you…” She spluttered out, trying to hide the strong emotion that was bucketing out from her. Poor girl didn’t know that Rayze was only just the beginning… There was far more to come to her misery.

He would press her body closely against his chest, and the glint of his name tag caught her attention. “Jones…” She read to herself, and like a stab of a sharpened knife it hit her in the back of her head. Was this the man she wrote about only months ago? No one else went by the name of Jones in her county, it had to be him. Hopefully he did not know who she was, it was just her name in the paper, right? Unless he did his own research…

Turning around, the shining white and blue state police vehicle was right there before her eyes. “To protect and serve” written all over it. He couldn’t do anything to her, right? Just as that thought left her, it grew smaller… and smaller. Once comprehended, he was dragging her away from the only way out of this mess. The hot dog vender seen everything, why didn’t he do anything?! “Please, no, not this again…” Nala cried out softly, not even a soul could hear her abused gullet. It left her weak and almost speechless.

“You don’t remember me, but I certainly remember you…”

So he did know her from that article she wrote… Well, it was safe to say he wanted revenge and that she would leave here barely alive if he was kind enough to spare her. That once tight and secure grip underneath her armpits would be reduced to rubble. As he let go of her body, he let go of more than just herself. He let go of all of her hope, any faith that was even left, and more importantly her pride. That familiar feeling of the pavement meeting her back shuck throughout her small frame.

Immobilized.

Powerless.

Incapable.

Weak.

Those demons swam through her head, reminding her of the fate she was soon be on a date with. She watched as he undressed, helpless and afraid of what was soon to come, but her face did not show it. Inwardly she was seething at the sight to his authority, and it sickened her. Someone with such power, to protect someone, only but a true coward. Despite about to get a taste of her own medicine, she did not regret what she had written about him. He was truly a foul piece of waste that strode on this planet.

Those weapons he just carelessly dropped down to the ground… they were so close, yet so far out of reach. Thinking to herself, she would grab at them when she had the chance. Right now it would be so obvious, but maybe if he turned away or disregarded her for only but a moment she would take that time to snatch them.

Gulping at the frog in her throat, she couldn’t believe that someone his size could exist. Much bigger and fatter than the man that just violated her previously. A lot was in store for this fragile woman, and she had to face the music, even if it wasn’t welcomed. “Do as you wish, you piece of shit. And you call yourself an officer. I am proud that you got demoted. You don’t deserve such a high rank. That goes to true hero’s, you filth.”

If she couldn’t fight him with fists, she would fight him with her discourteous words.
 
“I only protect and serve those who deserve it…” It echoed inside of her head, did she not deserve to be saved? At least he still had his job, he could have just lost everything all together. A warm glob of spit slapped her on her right cheek, and it hurt her spirits and pride – that is if there was any left from the previous abuse. It trickled down to her jawline, running down on an angle to her chin where it dripped. The smell was rancid and it left her stomach twisting and churning.

“Ow!” Nala would yelp out from the discomfort as her back was rubbing up against the pebbly gravel beneath her, digging into her flesh and leaving new wounds that would ache tremendously. Was he about to beat her with the matte black baton he wielded in his fearsome grip? She could only flinch, waiting for the beating to come, but it was gentle to glide up against the spittle that was left on her skin. It surprised her, but it was quick to assume his libidinous intentions.

“Please, no! I don’t want that in!” She shrieked, wiggling around but stopped immediately after sharp pains surged through her petit body. She better be on her best behavior, he was definitely not afraid to use the baton the way it was supposed to be used instead of becoming a sex toy.

“No…” Whimpering now, the coldness was pressed up against her trembling thighs. Yes, Rayze was terrifying, but a police office who had so much power against her and could literally do anything without no questions asked… Now that was scary. He was correct, she was rather well lubricated from just having been rapped moment before this new encounter. It was fresh, though her thighs were a bit crusty from the sperm and juice that was dried up. Clenching herself to prepare for impact, the too large round tip violated her velvet cunny, forcing her inner canal walls to open and accept this gift that was offered. A pause. Was he having a change of heart? Feeling bad for what he was doing?

No. He began to proceed on with his actions, forcefully shoving the baton into her until it met with your cervix, making her wail out in discomfort.

“So what was I saying?...”
…..
“Ah yes….as for your opinions….you can shove them up your ass.”

Not that place, it wasn’t supposed to be used that way! “Anything but that, please!” It was senseless to try and talk her way out of this mess, but no matter her begs and pleads he would deny her of her wishes. She clenched her ass cheeks with all her might, but rudely he brushed them aside to show her puckered brown hole. It was tight and never used, and she knew this would hurt worse than even the scraps and cuts on her body. This was internal, and it may even cause some damage for being violated in this manner.
Swiftly he pressed it in there, and she yelled out, crying for someone to help her, but nothing came out from her parted lips. She wanted to trash, scream, cry, yell… but she couldn’t. It wasn’t possible as of right now. Tears trickled down her face, the pain unbearable, her walls stretching I ways it hasn’t before.

“Stop, please, you’re hurting me!” She thrashed her head from side-to-side, but the glint of his firearm would catch her eye. He was so preoccupied with her ass, he might not even notice if she took it weapon right then and now? It was worth a shot.

Whimpering under her breath, she outstretched her arm, her fingertips lightly brushing on the head of the pistol, but not enough to grip it. Biting her lip in concentration and also in trying to take her mind off from the pain, she would use her fingertips to scoot it closer into reach, and with effort she succeeded, gripping it and hastily hiding it behind her back.

Did he notice, catch her in the act? She would wait to use it, now wasn’t a good time to her.
 
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