Miss Mei Chui

I couldn't seem to find a place to post this.... The following (and variations on it, which should be clear) is one of my favorite fantasies, one that I go back to when I'm feeling particularly 'wrong'.

It is really raw, and I'm a embarrassed to admit how much I enjoyed writing it out. It takes place like this in my head, but with more repetition, and variation.

Miss Mei Chui

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I brush the hair from my face as I lean forward to sip my cappuccino, enjoying, like half of San Francisco, the warm October day. I look around, watching the people walk by, dropping my eyes quickly as the very good-looking man I had been ogling suddenly turns toward me, catching my eyes with his. God he is hot, I think, blushing just a little at being caught staring, knowing my own weakness for tall, ruggedly handsome men, especially if they aren't gay, and this one hadn't tripped my gaydar at all.

Suddenly I sense someone standing next to my small table, and I glance up...it's him! I nervously lean back and look up at him--I wasn't wrong, he's...god he's good looking--crossing my legs nervously, tugging at the end of my short skirt, my mouth starting to curve into a smile.

"Hello" I start to say when suddenly his arm shoots out and I scream as he grabs my hair, dragging me from my seat, my chair falling, the table rattling, my drink spilling. My hands grasp uselessly at his wrist, my eyes madly looking around as he pulls me, stumbling after him, across the small patio, into the cafe. Eyes turn toward us, curious, and I scream and yell at him to let go, but nobody moves, nobody does anything except watch, bringing their drinks to their lips, their eyes following us across the patio into the cafe, only to turn back as if nothing were happening, as if I weren't being assaulting in broad daylight.

"Shut your howling, Bitch," he snarls at me, shaking me by the hair as if I'm no more than a rag doll, his strength overwhelming me, terror making my stomach clench, pain flaring through my head. I look around, panicking, at the customers and the servers as he pulls me behind the counter, through the small kitchen, and see the same vague interest and disinterest in their eyes even as I scream at them to help me and he shakes me again, rattling my teeth, tearing my hair, making me gag in pain and fear.

Suddenly we are out the back door, in a small, dirty alley, and I'm tossed against a filthy brick wall, my shoulders, my back, my hips thudding into it, my head ringing as it bounces from the brick and I stagger back from the wall, stunned, to be met by a vicious slap across the face, making me scream again and fall to my knees onto the dirty pavement, my knees bruising, my flesh tearing against the hard asphalt. His hand is in my hair again, dragging my head back to stare up at him, my hands grabbing at his wrist as he spits in my face, making me flinch instinctively, struggling to get away, held in place by sheer, brute strength.

"Dumb Asian slut," he growls, and slaps me again across the face with his free hand, my head snapping to the side, my vision blurring, stunned. "Animal," he says, disgust dripping from his voice, the toe of his shoe slamming into my groin, making me retch, my body trying to close up on itself as pain consumes me. I feel my tight, short skirt ride up my thighs at the blow, even as my knees snap together in a futile attempt to protect myself, and then he's kneeling right in front of me, his hand around my throat, huge and strong, my own hands somehow pushing against his chest. I feel his other hand at my thighs, at my skirt, pushing it up.

"NO!" I scream, "NO!" again, clenching my thighs together, but his hand tightens on my throat even as I try to pull away, and my eyes bulge as my air is cut off, my head swimming, and then I'm on my back, my breath coming in ragged gasps as he uses his knees to force mine apart even as I squirm and fight beneath him, his hand around my throat pinning me to the ground, helpless as he grins down at me, his fingers looping under the crotch of my panties, his touch burning me, fear making me nauseous.

I lay panting, helpless, as he pulls them down to my knees, my tears starting, knowing that I can do nothing, that he's going to rape me, feeling him use his knees and feet to push my panties from my legs, leaving my lower body nude, my sex exposed to him. Then he's on top of me, his weight pressing my body hard into the filth of the alley, into the hard asphalt, his hand finally free from my neck, his chest over my face, his sheer strength, his sheer size overwhelming. I buck up against him as I feel him lift himself just a little, his hand working at his groin.

I can barely move, can barely breath. I feel like I'm going to suffocate as he wiggles on top of me, pinning me with his body, with his strength. I scream again, and he just falls on me, my scream cut off as I gasp for air. Suddenly his fingers are inside me, brutal, uncaring, and I sob at the violation.

"That's good," he laughs, "you Asian whore. Nice and wet for me." I cringe and jerk as he twists his fingers inside of me, and turn my face to the side, feeling the grit of the alleyway against my cheek, my eyes closed against what is happening to me. He grabs my hair again, jerking my head back, making my shoulders arch, and growls, "Open those sexy legs, you Asian fuck-hole," jerking my hair to ensure my compliance.

"Please...please...stop," I beg softly, and he laughs again.

"Here it comes, bitch," he yells, and splits me, slamming into me with a single, brutal thrust, taking me, raping me, his body covering mine completely, my cheek pressed hard against his neck, my breasts flattened under his chest as he slams his hips into mine and I scream and arch against him, helpless.

His hands are in my hair again as he rapes me, brutally fucking me, using me, raping me as if he wants to drive my body into the ground, his body hunching as he brings his mouth against my neck, sucking and biting it, bruising me even more. "Tight cunt," he grunts, his hips pistoning even harder against mine as I lay there, covered by his body, penetrated, used.

The orgasm is sudden, painful, and I scream as it takes me, as it cramps my stomach and tears at my groin, my whole body trembling as my rapist laughs on top of me and calls me an Asian whore, laughing as I writhe beneath him in twisted pleasure. He pulls out and spills his seed across my stomach, the filth hot against my flesh, my blouse bunched under my breasts. He stands, leaving me lying there, staring up at him, exhausted, bruised, torn, spent, my mind somewhere else, anywhere else but here on the ground in the alley with his cum on me.

I gasp as he puts his foot against my neck, my own hands grabbing it as he leans into it, choking me. I'm too afraid to move, too afraid and beaten to fight, and he spits on me again, his saliva joining his cum, and then I shake my head 'No' as I see him hold his softening member in one hand and point it down at me, a stream of vile-smelling urine arcing from its tip. I close my eyes, waiting for it to be over, humiliation filling me as his urine soaks my blouse, my skirt, splatters against my stomach and thighs and groin. "Worthless yellow trash," he says, zipping up and walking away, leaving me laying in his filth, bruised and raped in a dirty alley, the day bright just yards away.