Mind-broken Sluts

This whole thing really got out of hand. I don’t know how to explain it…I guess its best to start from the beginning. A couple of years ago I stumbled across an online blog about rape fantasy. Initially I was disgusted, like anyone else would be I suppose. Yet I kept coming back to it. Soon I had sought out similar blogs and was reading nasty and traumatizing stories to get off. Watching rape porn, messaging creepy guys asking about what they would do to me if they got their hands on me. I was ashamed but at the same time it was just some harmless fun, strictly online and anonymous.
Until things began to leak out to the real world. I had always gone to clubs and bars regularly with my friends. I knew all the dangers- don’t walk home alone at night, don’t drink anything if you aren’t certain it hasn’t been drugged…they were on my mind more and more. Every time I sipped my drink I would feel a tiny shiver as I wondered ‘has this been drugged?’ I would glance around the bar and if any guy was watching me sip my drink I would get a weird tingle in my chest as I imagined that behind their lust-filled eyes and hungry smile they were plotting their move. Maybe they had already slipped something in my drink and could simply sit back and watch as I become dizzier and more confused until I’m so hopelessly out of it and their perverted cock is rock hard and throbbing and they can’t wait any longer and just draw me out into an alley and destroy me!
Sometimes I would get so distracted and flustered that I had to tell my friends I needed some air and head outside to a secluded alley behind the bar. At first I genuinely intended to take a few deep breaths and calm down but…once I was out in the alley it dawned on me. The tall, windowless brick walls blocking off two sides with several dumpsters and other trash providing plenty of places to hide…the music playing from the bar loud enough to block out any other noises…the smell of beer and piss…this alley was the exact cliche of where most rapes would take place. A girl walking down here was practically asking for it.
Before leaving the bar I was hot and bothered, now I was literally Dripping. I moved my hand towards my cunt slowly and was shocked at the damp and heat coming off it. (I used to hate the word cunt but it was growing on me more and more). What the fuck was wrong with me? But if I went back inside at that point I would be desperate and horny the whole evening. I figured it would be best if I could quickly orgasm and then I would properly cool off and return to my friends and act like I just needed to throw up or something.
So I stepped behind a dumpster and squatted down slightly, so that no one else coming out of the bar would see me. Then I slid my hand inside my sodden panties and began swirling my fingers around my slick clit as I tried to cum quickly. Fuck going slow, it was chilly and my pussy was quivering so I just needed to get off and get back to the bar. I found myself moaning and shaking fairly soon but just before I could reach that much needed orgasm I heard a guy stumble out of the bar.
The hand that wasn’t on my sopping cunt hastily covered my mouth to stifle my moans as I hesitantly pulled my other hand away from my twitching slit and groaned softly into my hand in disappointment. The drunken man, who looked to be in his forties took a few steps away from the door of the bar and towards the dumpster. My heart raced, did he know I was here? Glancing down I saw my clothes looked out of place and my short skirt barely covered up the dark and glistening panties. If it weren’t for the dumpster the smell of my sex would be obvious. If he found me like this…who knows what he would do to me…what he would do to me…
My fingers were already back on my clit and I gasped into the other hand as my hips began to buck. Had I accepted my fate? was I about to be discovered and raped right here in a dark alley behind a filthy dumpster? Just as I was bracing myself for it to happen I heard a loud *zip* sound followed by the familiar trickle of liquid splattering the ground on the other side of the dumpster. My orgasm hit just as I realized this guy hadn’t seen me at all and came out here to piss.
I felt so fucking embarrassed. This guy was pissing in public and somehow I felt like the disgusting one! My pussy was spasming and dribbling down my thigh and all I could do was desperately clasp my hand over my mouth in the hope that my continuous moaning wouldn’t be heard by the filthy frank with his dick out who I was getting off at the thought of being raped by. I sunk to the floor and continued writhing as my whole body went flush and the guy finished his business and drunkenly wandered back into the bar, apparently forgetting to even zip his pants back up.
It took me about ten minutes to come down from my orgasm high and return to my senses. I did my best to fix my clothes and dry my panties and used a heavy dose of perfume from my purse to cover up the smell of the alley (and my depraved cunt) and headed back inside. Honestly, the whole thing only served to make me hornier as I continued thinking about how close I came to possibly being raped by a disgusting slob and my greedy hole was still begging for attention.
Despite that whole situation, I came back to that bar and that alley many times. I couldn’t help it. Laying in bed, lazily stroking myself to rape porn or stories was fun, but nothing like the thrill of doing it in public…of feeling like I could be found and taken advantage of at any moment. Most of the time nothing happened of course, but my pussy still turned into a drooling mess just like before. 
Then there was the incident. I never thought anything like that would actually happen at that bar. It was such a quiet community and although I had read a lot of stuff I had never seen anything happen in reality. Yet that night I saw something. I caught a glimpse from across the bar. He was a fairly normal looking guy, handsome actually although his hair was something of a mess and his clothes had a few scuffs. I didn’t think anything of him until I saw him offering a girl a drink. It was hard to see fully but I spotted his hand wave over the glass as she looked the other way and it seemed that something fell in. 
I was horrified. Had I really seen what I had just seen? Maybe I was just imagining things. After all, it wouldn’t be the first time my twisted mind had been mistaken and it was surely just my obsession getting the better of me. Once I had reassured myself that I was just seeing things, I noticed myself squirming. Fuck. I really needed to cum. Just the idea of seeing an actual drugging made my traitorous little cunt so damp and needy. I headed out to my usual spot behind the dumpster in the alley and squatted like I had done many times before.
Just as my fingers were finding their rhythm and my head was swimming with dirty thoughts, I heard a couple of people walking out of the bar. I slowed my movements down to hold off my excitement, but refused to completely pull away from my urgent, soaking hole. I could hear a woman and a man, one of them was stumbling quite a bit, it must have been the woman as she seemed to be mumbling and slurring her speech. As they found a spot just a few meters down the alley I heard struggling and a dazed 'What are you d-doing?’ as my heart raced and I recalled the moment earlier with the man at the bar.
After a couple of minutes of listening I could hear him grunting as she continued to beg him to stop in broken sentences and through ragged breaths. My worthless cunt was rushing but the reality of the situation dawned on me and I understood that I had to do something. Without thinking I jumped out from behind the dumpster and despite intending a menacing yell, my voice wavered due to nerves and what came out was more of a whimper.
“S-stop it right now.” I told the man, who was indeed the guy from the bar who had drugged that girl’s drink.
There was a moment of shock as he turned to see me. His eyes widened in that first second like a deer in the headlights, before his brow furrowed and his expression changed slowly. His eyes ran down my body from my face, taking in my every curve as they stopped at my crotch. I shivered as I saw his stare turn into a wicked smile. Not a smile like a man at the bar offering a drink, a smile like a wolf about to devour a poor lost lamb. My lips trembled as I looked down at myself and I gasped as I saw my hand still buried deep in my underwear. As if that wasn’t enough, I was just in time to see a small drop of arousal fall from my crotch and create a tiny wet patch at my feet with an audible *drip*.
I blushed and my legs suddenly came out from under me. Stumbling to my knees  I saw the rapist make his move. He pulled out of his victim with a slick *pop* and his hard cock dangled menacingly as he rushed me. I had no time to react as his hands were on me in seconds, tearing at my clothes. I screamed but it was quickly muffled by his hand.
“Be a good girl, I know you want this.” he whispered in my ear in a voice that would surely have creeped most women out, but it just made me melt. 
As I meekly tried to protest, I felt something being pushed into my throat. A small pill. Before I could understand what was happening I swallowed it and immediately regretted being such an idiot.
It took a few minutes of struggling before my head started to spin. My vision blurred and my whole body felt so sluggish and weak, like the air turned into syrup and I had to force my way through it with every movement. I heard the man laughing at me as he groped my tits and rubbed his hard cock against my damp panties.
“I can’t believe I got two dumb cunts for the price of one.” he chuckled. “You’ve got to be the most convenient little rape doll ever though. You already got yourself nice and sloppy for me didn’t you? How long were you rubbing your nasty cunt to my dick then slut?” he asked.
I was getting too out of it to respond properly and just moaned back softly repeating the words “rape doll…” as my nasty cunt clenched eagerly.
His hand grasped my sopping hole firmly and he ran his thick thumb along it, feeling it convulse in response as I just groaned and writhed on the floor mindlessly.
“Yes, rape doll. That’s what you are. A pathetic, dripping, worthless piece of fuckmeat for me to abuse.” he affirmed.
My mind was going blank and I felt like I was going to black out, although I wasn’t sure if it was from the drugs or my insane arousal. “abuse…me…” I mumbled dumbly.
“What was that?” he raised his voice.
“Abuse me!” I repeated, more urgently.
He definitely understood this time. I felt my panties being torn off with a single powerful tug and wriggled my bare ass eagerly as his hot, throbbing cock plunged into my greedy cunt in one motion. As I felt myself being filled up by his hard cock without warning or mercy I started to cum and grunted and writhed wildly as his firm grip held me against his crotch with ease.
“You wanted this, little rape doll.” he whispered to me. That was the last thing I remembered before blacking out.
When I came to it can’t have been long afterwards. The other girl was still lying there, unconscious. I could feel my pain in the back of my head and soreness in my knees and on my chest and I was sure I would have some bruises the next day. Of course, the most noticeable sensation was the still warm cum oozing out of me and sliding down my thigh as I struggled to my feet and took a few steps towards my fellow victim.
I felt sorry for her. I couldn’t do anything to help her. Well I suppose I did manage to distract him…I reached down and delicately shifted her skirt and saw her panties still pulled aside so that her cunt was somewhat visible. Something white and viscous dribbled out as I watched, entranced. Without thinking about what I was doing I ran my finger slowly along her puffy lips until it was slick with the substance and then brought it to my lips. I slid my finger into my mouth and moaned gently as I recognized the salty taste confirming my suspicion. Cum. The same cum that was dribbling out of my cunt right now. I shivered with pleasure.
What was wrong with me? Why did I do that? For a moment I felt a rush of shame, until I heard the rapists sick words in my mind. “Rape doll. That’s what you are. A pathetic, dripping, worthless piece of fuckmeat for me to abuse.” I reached down to my own cunt and did the same, flicking my tender clit as I gathered the sticky substance and brought it to my tongue. That’s what was wrong with me. I was a pathetic rape doll. A piece of meat to be abused.
I watched the other victim roll over, still asleep as her exposed cunt leaked more cum. The same cum I was tasting from my own dripping cunt. Slowly my sympathy faded as my mind clouded with lust and I began to understand what all of those stories and all the twisted porn had been teaching me. I’m a rape doll. She’s a rape doll. We’re all rape dolls! Women are all the same…all hot, wet sets of holes perfect for men to pump their cum into and then toss aside. It wasn’t just me who got wet at the idea of rape. It was a natural response. You couldn’t truly understand until you felt it…the submission and weakness and bliss of being abused by a man who only cares for you as a sleeve for his aching cock. The joy of being a rape doll.