A Bad Night
© Copyright 2026 by Millie Dynamite
A short-short story
Below this line are exactly 750 words according to MS-Word
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A normal night, I’m the last one leaving the theater. With all my work done, everything bright and clean. Ready for tomorrow. But it starts in a blinding flash. “Oh, Miss,” someone says. I turn, and a fist strikes my cheek with a viciousness I’ve never experienced. Blacking out, I go down.© Copyright 2026 by Millie Dynamite
A short-short story
Below this line are exactly 750 words according to MS-Word
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When I wake, I’m naked, and he’s thrusting into me. Painful, deep pounding, he rips me apart down there. An angry face glowers at me, nasty words stream from his mouth, and he’s holding my legs pinned to his shoulders, raping me. A friend, or so I thought, who’d never shown any romantic interest in me, calls me a slut tease while fucking me.
My business suit is torn, my underwear ripped from my body. All of it under me, the cushion from the raw parking lot grit. While David, my friend, Alice’s boyfriend, takes me, using me like a cheap whore. The gross cock is bigger than expected. The seemingly passive boy is more brutal than a wolf.
A wolf in sheepish clothing.
Only David wears no clothes, he’s nude and more muscular than I thought. And the hatred is vile, his actions hurt me, his eyes burn into mine. They’re green, I’d never noticed them before. Not the color, not the lust, the rage, I never realized that my being a lesbian might offend him.
“Filthy, cunt licking whore, how you like a man fucking you?”
It isn’t a question, it’s an order to agree, to say I like it. I can’t do that. First, this is rape, not seduction, second, I hate fucking men. Not I hate me, I detest being fucked by men. Never enjoyed it, this even less so than the others.
Spitting in his face is my answer, which brings a second blow to my face. His fist, my nose, fist breaks nose. Tears and blood mingle, and Dave continues on, undaunted. Thrust inside me, his nut sack slapping my ass, and short curlies scratching my clit.
Thinking of Dianna, I slip into a safe place. Clawing away from him in my mind, I try to stay there. But safety can’t abide when violations overpower my mind. When the pain mingles with a sliver of pleasure, I’m shattered.
Oh, my God, will the humiliation please end?
Egging me on, he taunts me, claiming I love it. Saying how much my body is telling him so. Fucking asshole rubbing my reactions in my face, degrading me, for his satisfaction. Muscles are torn, pride and self-worth destroyed. And David laughs, a deep-throated chuckle, sending waves of nausea into the pit of my tummy.
Shit, his dick is so fucking big, so damn long, I feel it in my stomach.
For a long time, I thought he was this simpleton, submissive boy toy for Alice and her twisted games. Turns out, she’s probably the toy for his sadistic nature. She’d never complained about him being rough, never admitted he’d hurt her. On top of that, she’d never once said, “Watch out, he’s dangerous,” or anything negative at all.
Jerking out of me, the emptiness is heaven, and he drags me this way and that until I’m on my hands and knees. Using a foot, he holds my face to nasty asphalt, squatting over me, and fucks me again. Same hole. Violence heaped on cruelty.
Calling me, cum-catcher, dog, bitch, slut, whore, all in a rapid-fire monosyllabic, misogynistic fury. More homophobic slurs were mixed in with the profanity-laced diatribe. All the while, he keeps pounding my, in his words, cunt.
He drags me through Alice’s lookingglass into Horrorland. With the hardest thrust, so brutal I skitter forward five or six inches, he holds still. I feel it, tremors from his balls, through his prick, and out to my inside.
Oh, my lord, he’s pumping me full of his nasty spunk. Then, he’s out, and all that soiled chum leaks from me. Spitting, once, hawking up more, both of his shots hit my asshole. Without further warning, he rams against my spincter. Two times, two more, and a fifth more brutal jab, and he enters.
Clutching my hips, digging in his nails, he pulls back as he stabs forward. The pain is worse each time, and my knees skim forward or back. The surface is rough, too rough for my destroyed clothing to keep them from scratching the flesh raw.
Again, he cums. Standing, he collects his clothes, leaving me in the filth of my own ruin.
