Contains: CNC, knife play, no blood
my Rating medium, trigger warning
You don't know why your followers dare you to visit this place. They call it the "Bitch Stab Alley". You pass by in a hurry, nervous, just glancing down the alley. Just a few dumpsters and a flickering light. No blood or chalk markings on the ground. You walk the main street for another few steps, your heart pounding up your throat. Your followers surely only want to scare you, but you are a tough girl and not that easily dreaded. This better pays off, you think, hopefully cracking the 100k mark with this. You take a deep breath and start the stream on your phone. "Hi guys ... it's me, today i take on the community challenge and you all are my witness", you smile for the camera and walk in the ally. Comments flooding in "... is she really doing that? ... no way! ... she can't be this dumb! ...". You turn in the ally "Eww this is really creepy ... creepy dirty" you giggle for the views. The stench of piss and rotten garbage let you dither, but the challenge was to reach the dead end. So you step forward with small steps, carefully not to touch or step on something. You reach a red spray paint line on the ground and some text "CNC - Point of no Return". You shrug and step over it. More comments "... no girl, get out of there! ... wow, she is really doing it ... hehe, this will be a good show ...". You reach the end of the alley and touch the wall. While turning on the spot you celebrate "I did it ... yay!". The light flickers a last time and expires.
Everything happen so fast now. You are thrown against a dumpster, so hard it kicks the air out of your lungs. You drop your phone. And a hand in a black leather glove is put over your mouth and nose, the other hand holds a knife at your throat. A deep guttural voice whispers in your ear "don't move, don't say a word or you are done for". the hot breath let you shudder. Frozen in fear you are not able to move. Your brain wants you to fight and flight but your body don't react. The blade cuts your dress on your back, slowly and with relish. Your body betrays you with the only option it has left, excitement. Cold air flows over your exposed back. The tip of the blade slides over your ass cheek and creeps under your panty. The delicate fabric cuts smoothly by the touch of the cutting edge. And the now useless cover slides down on one of your legs to your ankle.
You know what comes next, no love, just raw lust. Finally the hand let you breath again, but grabs a bunch of your hair and pins your head on the dumpster. You take some quivering breaths and yelp as he enter you with a heavy thrust. The flashing blade in your face and his angrily whispered "shut up" reminds you to be silent. You bite your lips to suppress any noise and take every shocking jolt with squinted eyes. Every thrust a new quake to your core. As he bends over you, you feel his heavy breath on your back and bites your neck. No love, no passion only raw ravaging lust. He grunts and you feel his cock twitch and filling you up. Another gush deep inside you and finally he let go of you and disappears in the shadows again. You dare to breath again and sink to the ground with a breathy sigh. With shaky hands you pick up your phone and crawl out of the alley, collapsing behind the red line. Out of breath you stutter in the camera "You ... better ... subscribe". With one hand you reach between your legs to feel if everything is still in place. As you spread your fingers you pull strings of cum between them. You blow a strand of hair out of your face and tap on 'End Stream'.