Author’s Note: This story is adult fantasy fiction only. None of this happened in real life and nor should it. Sexual assault is a crime. Don’t do it.

Cindy skipped along the winding path through the park, her blonde ponytail bouncing with each step. The late afternoon sun filtered through the leaves, casting playful shadows on the ground. School had been a drag, but now she was free, humming a tune from her favorite pop song. At eighteen, she still felt like a kid sometimes, her slim body clad in a pleated skirt and white blouse that hugged her small breasts. She didn’t notice the rustle in the bushes or the heavy breathing that followed her.

A rough hand clamped over her mouth from behind, yanking her off the path into a thicket of overgrown shrubs. Cindy’s heart slammed in her chest as she thrashed, her blue eyes wide with terror. The man who grabbed her was enormous, his body reeking of sweat, piss, and rot. Stan, though she didn’t know his name yet, pinned her against a gnarled tree trunk, his filthy clothes—torn pants and a stained jacket—scraping her skin.

“Shut your fucking mouth, girlie,” he growled, his voice like gravel, breath hot and sour against her ear.

She whimpered, tasting the grime on his palm. He spun her around, shoving her to her knees in the dirt. With one hand, he ripped open his fly, his massive cock springing free. It was huge, veined and thick, crusted with yellowed smegma and flecks of dried cum from god knows when.

The stench hit her like a wall—unwashed for a year, it reeked of urine, sweat, and something rotten. Cindy’s stomach churned. She gagged, trying to turn away, but Stan fisted her ponytail, forcing her face inches from the throbbing head.

“Look at it, you little slut. You’re gonna worship this dirty dick.”

Tears streamed down her cheeks as she stared at the monstrous thing, her virgin mind reeling in horror.

“Suck it,” Stan ordered, slapping the filthy shaft against her lips.

The crusty tip smeared grime across her soft mouth. Cindy hesitated, her body shaking, but he yanked her hair harder, making her scalp burn.

“Do it, or I’ll bash your pretty head in.”

Sobbing, she parted her lips, her tongue tentatively touching the head. The taste exploded—bitter, salty, foul like old cheese and piss. She retched, but he shoved forward, forcing the thick cock past her teeth. It stretched her jaw wide, the unwashed skin scraping her tongue as he pumped in and out.

“That’s it, clean my stinky cock with your mouth.”

Cindy choked, saliva dripping down her chin, the rancid flavor coating her throat as he face-fucked her roughly. Stan pulled out with a wet plop, his cock slick with her spit now mixed with the filth.

“Now my balls, bitch.”

He cupped his heavy, sagging sack, hairy and matted with sweat, and pressed it against her face. The smell was worse up close, musky and pungent, like a gym sock left in urine. Cindy whimpered, but he smeared them over her nose and mouth.

“Lick ‘em clean.”

Her tongue darted out, lapping at the wrinkled skin, tasting the salty grime and faint tang of dried piss. She sucked one ball into her mouth, then the other, gagging on the coarse hairs as Stan groaned, his free hand pinching her nipple through her blouse.

“Good girl. Now turn around and spread those cheeks.”

Stan flipped her onto all fours in the mud, hiking up her skirt and tearing her panties aside. Cindy’s ass quivered in the air, her pink pussy untouched and tight. But he ignored it for now, spitting on her face before shoving her head down.

“Rim my asshole, you filthy whore.”

He backed up, pressing his hairy crack against her mouth. The odor was overwhelming—shit and sweat mingled in a putrid wave. Cindy cried out, but his grip held firm. Her tongue probed the puckered asshole, tasting the bitter earthiness as she licked and sucked, circling the rim while he jerked his cock.

“Deeper, tongue-fuck my dirty ass.”

She obeyed, pushing inside, the degrading act making her sob into his flesh.

Satisfied, Stan positioned himself behind her, his cockhead nudging her virgin pussy. “Time to break you in.”

With a brutal thrust, he rammed forward, tearing through her hymen in one savage stroke. Cindy screamed, the pain like fire as his filthy cock stretched her tight vaginal walls, the grime lubricating nothing but adding to the burn. He pounded relentlessly, his hairy belly slapping her ass, balls swinging against her clit.

“Tight little cunt, taking my dirty dick like a champ.”

Blood and her juices mixed with his filth, dripping down her thighs as he fucked her raw, grunting with each slam.

He didn’t stop there. Pulling out, slick with Cindy’s innocence, he aimed higher. “Now your shithole.”

Cindy begged, “No, please, not there,” but he laughed, forcing the head past her resisting ring.

The agony was worse, her asshole ripping around his girth as he buried himself balls-deep. She clawed the dirt, feeling every veiny inch invade her, the stench of his unwashed body overwhelming her senses. Stan hammered her ass, the friction building heat, his sweat dripping onto her back.

“Gonna fill this virgin hole with my cum,” Stan moaned. Suddenly, he pulled out, flipping her over. “Open wide.”

A hot stream of piss erupted from his cock, splashing across her face, into her mouth, soaking her blouse and skirt. The acrid taste flooded her as she sputtered, but he aimed lower, drenching her pussy and ass.

“Drink it, slut.”

Cindy swallowed involuntarily, the warm urine burning her throat while he rubbed his cock in the wet mess, preparing for more.

Stan wasn’t done. He shoved back into her pussy, fucking the piss-slick hole harder, his grunts growing animalistic. Cindy’s body betrayed her with unwanted twitches, the roughness stirring something dark amid the pain. He switched to her ass again, alternating brutally, marking every inch of her as his. The park around them seemed to fade, but distant voices hinted at possible rescue, or worse, witnesses.

Cindy’s body jolted with every brutal thrust as Stan alternated between her ravaged pussy and asshole, his filthy cock plunging deep into one hole before ripping out to slam into the other. The piss-soaked ground squelched under her knees, her skirt bunched up around her waist, blouse clinging transparently to her small tits. Pain radiated through her core, but a twisted heat built in her gut, her clit throbbing against her will from the relentless friction. Distant voices echoed faintly—joggers? Kids? But Stan’s grunts drowned them out, his hairy balls slapping wetly against her skin.

He yanked out of her ass with an obscene squelch, the sudden emptiness making her whimper. Strings of cum, blood, and piss connected his throbbing dick to her gaping hole. “Not done cleaning you up, you piss-drenched whore,” Stan snarled, grabbing her ponytail and hauling her face toward his crotch.

The cock loomed before her, even filthier now, coated in her virgin blood, smeared with shit from her ass, glistening with urine and her unwilling slickness. The stench was overpowering, a sour musk of rot and sex that made her eyes water.

“Lick every fucking inch,” he commanded, slapping the heavy shaft across her cheeks.

It left streaks of grime on her tear-streaked face. Cindy trembled, her blue eyes pleading up at him, but his grip tightened, forcing her lips to the base. Her tongue extended hesitantly, dragging along the veiny underside from balls to tip. The taste hit her like acid, bitter shit, salty blood, acrid piss, all mixed with the year-old smegma. She gagged, retching as she lapped at the crusty folds of foreskin, sucking out chunks of filth that dissolved on her tongue.

“Get those balls too, slut.”

Stan cupped his sagging sack, pressing the hairy orbs against her mouth. They were drenched in sweat and fluids, the wrinkled skin sticky and pungent. Cindy sobbed, her mouth opening wide to suck one in, her tongue swirling over the coarse hairs, tasting the sour tang of old sweat/piss and fresh ass residue. She moved to the other, hollowing her cheeks as she nursed it, the weight heavy on her tongue while Stan jerked the upper half of his cock, smearing pre-cum over her forehead.

As she worked, Stan hawked up a thick glob of spit and launched it right onto her face. It splattered across her cheek, warm and slimy, dripping down to her lips. “Open your mouth wider,” he growled, spitting again.

This time, into her sucking mouth, the foul saliva mixed with ball sweat. Cindy flinched, but he held her head steady, spitting repeatedly: on her nose, her eyes, her tits peeking from her torn blouse. Each wad marked her, the stringy mess clinging to her skin like ownership, the taste bitter when it trickled into her mouth.

“You’re my spit rag now, girlie,” he laughed, a guttural sound, as he spat one more time, hitting her directly in the eye.

It burned, blurring her vision, but she kept licking, her tongue tracing every ridge and vein on his cock, cleaning the filth she’d helped create. Her stomach churned, nausea rising, but fear kept her obedient, her naive mind shattered into submission.

Stan suddenly pulled back, his cock bobbing free from her mouth with a plop. “Time for a real drink.”

He gripped the base of his dick, aiming the slit at her face. A hot, powerful stream of piss erupted, yellow and steaming, blasting across her features. It soaked her blonde hair, running in rivulets down her neck, flooding her open mouth as she gasped. The taste was sour and ammonia, sharp, burning her throat as she choked.

“Swallow it, you fucking toilet.”

Stan stepped closer, forcing the piss stream straight into her mouth, filling it until it overflowed, bubbling out her nostrils. Cindy sobbed, tears mixing with the urine, but she gulped it down, warm, filthy liquid sliding down her gullet in heavy swallows. Her belly sloshed with it, the degradation twisting her insides. He directed the flow lower, drenching her tits, her skirt, pooling between her spread thighs to soak her abused pussy and ass.

As the stream weakened to dribbles, Stan rubbed his still-hard cock against her piss-slick face, grinding the head into her cheeks, smearing the wetness everywhere.

“Taste that? That’s my mark on you.”

He pressed the tip to her lips, making her lick the last drops. The flavor was even more intense up close, salty, rank, and unending.

Cindy heaved, her body shaking uncontrollably, soaked and trembling in the mud. But Stan wasn’t satisfied. He shoved her back onto all fours, her face pressing into the piss-puddled dirt.

“Gonna fuck that sloppy cunt and shithole again.”

His cock, slick with urine, speared into her pussy without warning, the soaked walls offering no resistance now. He pounded violently, his hips slamming forward with bone-jarring force, his filthy gut slapping her ass. Each thrust drove deeper, stirring the piss inside her, the wet sounds echoing obscenely.

She cried out, the burn returning as he switched holes mid-thrust, ramming into her asshole. The ring stretched painfully around his girth, the lubrication of piss and filth making it slide easier but no less brutal. Stan gripped her hips, nails digging in, fucking her like a ragdoll, pulling out to her pussy, then back to her asshole, alternating with savage grunts.

“Take it all, virgin bitch. Your holes are mine.”

Her body rocked, clit grinding against nothing, unwanted sparks of pleasure cutting through the agony.

The distant voices grew closer, footsteps crunching leaves nearby, but Stan didn’t slow, his pace frantic, sweat and piss flying with every violent pound. Cindy’s sobs turned to ragged gasps, her mind fracturing under the assault, wondering if help would come or if this nightmare would drag on forever.

The footsteps crunching nearby sent a flicker of desperate hope through Cindy’s shattered mind, but Stan’s iron grip on her hips crushed it. He yanked his cock from her ass with a wet plop, the sudden void making her clench involuntarily, a dribble of mixed fluids leaking down her thighs.

“Not here, slut. Too many eyes,” Stan muttered, his voice a gravelly rasp laced with annoyance.

Before she could collapse into the piss-soaked mud, he hauled her up by her soaked ponytail, her scalp screaming in protest. Cindy’s legs wobbled, knees buckling from the abuse, but he dragged her forward like a broken doll, her bare feet scraping through the dirt and leaves.

She stumbled, piss and cum sloshing in her belly, the acrid stench clinging to her skin like a second layer. The park blurred past, trees, benches, the faint outline of a path, but Stan veered off into the shadows, pulling her toward a narrow gap between overgrown bushes and a crumbling brick wall.

The alley beyond reeked of garbage and decay, overflowing dumpsters spilling rotten food and soiled rags onto the cracked pavement. Flies buzzed lazily over a pile of discarded needles and condoms, the air thick with the rot of uncollected trash. Cindy’s heart pounded, terror twisting her gut. This hidden filth felt even more isolating. No voices to cling to now.

Stan shoved her forward, her palms slapping against the grimy wall for balance. The rough brick scraped her skin, embedding dirt into her cuts.

“Kneel, you piss-guzzling whore,” he snarled, kicking the back of her knees.

Cindy crumpled down, the cold, sticky pavement biting into her shins. Her skirt hung in tatters, exposing her bruised ass and thighs, the blonde hair matted and dark with urine. She looked up at him through tear-blurred eyes, his hulking form looming, sixty years of filth etched into every sagging fold of his body, his unwashed cock still rigid and dripping, veins pulsing with rancid need.

He grabbed her jaw, fingers digging into her cheeks, forcing her mouth open wide. “Suck it harder this time, bitch. Make it clean.”

Without mercy, he rammed his cock past her lips, the thick head battering the back of her throat. The taste exploded anew, salty pre-cum mixed with the lingering shit and blood from her ass, the foreskin peeling back to reveal crusty smegma that smeared across her tongue. Cindy gagged violently, her body heaving, but he held her head in place, hips bucking to fuck her face. Drool and precum bubbled from the corners of her mouth, dripping onto her chin as she struggled to breathe around the invading girth.

“Harder, I said!” Stan growled, slapping her cheek with his free hand, the sting blooming hot on her skin.

Cindy’s eyes watered, but she obeyed, hollowing her cheeks and sucking with desperate force. Her tongue swirled along the underside, lapping at the thick, rancid pre-cum oozing from his slit in heavy beads. It was viscous and foul, like spoiled milk laced with ammonia, coating her mouth in a slimy film with an oniony aftertaste.