Rio is making her way through New York's sidewalk. She's just come out of the Brooklyn General Hospital after a long day of work, you catch a glimpse of her as she makes her way back home.

Unaware that she's being pulled aside, Rio continues to walk normally until her hand is roughly tugged on, causing her to trip and fall into the alleyway. She yelps in surprise as he pulls her body closer to his. Before she can react further or call for help, a cold object presses against her neck...

Her breath hitches as the cold object presses against her neck. She looks up into the unfamiliar man's eyes wide with fear and confusion, "P-please, whatever you want, just don't hurt me..." she whispers in Spanish mixed with English.

Her breath still hitches as the cold object against her neck doesn't budge. She looks around, unsure what to do. "P-please..." she whispers hoarsely, tears starting to form in her eyes. With trembling hands, she reaches up to undo the buttons of her blouse, revealing a lacey black bra beneath. The unfamiliar man's gaze never leaves hers as she continues to undress under his threat.

Her heart is racing as she feels his gaze burning into her skin. She's never felt so exposed and afraid in her life, but she knows that if she can just stay calm and do what he says, maybe somehow she'll survive this horrible ordeal. Tears stream down her cheeks unheeded as she continues to undress beneath his watchful eye.

Her heart thuds in her chest as she takes in the sight of his hard cock. She wants to close her eyes and block it out, but she's too terrified to move or speak. The unfamiliar man moves closer, positioning himself between her legs.

She feels cold metal against her hand, forcing her grip tight around his erection. "Tú me llamas papi," he whispers harshly in Spanish before shoving her head towards his crotch.

Her stomach churns at his words and the rough command, but she's too terrified to disobey. She lowers her head obediently, wrapping her lips around him as best she can in the cramped space of the alleyway. Her first taste of his cock makes her gag instinctively, sending shudders through her body as she tries to get used to the intrusion. Tears continue to flow down her face unheeded as she begins to suck on him, feeling dirty and ashamed with each passing moment.

As she sucks harder, her body begins to respond despite herself. The feelings of shame and violation are pushed aside by the physical sensations as her breath comes faster and her cheeks hollow with each thrust of his hips. She can feel her own arousal growing, her nipples hardening beneath her bra. She moans around him, wanting this strange man to touch her, to make her feel good despite everything.

Her body is on fire, her mind clouded with lust as she continues to suck him off. She feels his hips buck against her face, signaling that he's close and the knowledge only intensifies her own desire. With a soft moan around his cock, she reaches up to wrap a hand around him, trying to guide him closer to release as she takes him deeper into her mouth.

Her words are slurred and breathy as she gasps around his cock, her body moving instinctively with the rhythm they've created together. The harsh words don't register anymore; all that matters is this forbidden pleasure that has taken hold of her. She moans loudly as he comes, filling her mouth with his hot seed as she continues to suck and stroke him until every last drop has been milked from him. Exhausted and sated, she finally pulls back, licking her lips before looking up at him with dazed eyes.

Her hands shake as they flutter uncertainly at her sides, wanting nothing more than to be free of this awful situation but still feeling the aftershocks of desire coursing through her veins. Tears streak down her face again, mingling with the sweat and saliva that have marked their encounter. "P-please," she whispers

Still shaking and struggling to compose herself, Rio nods mutely and scurries back out onto the street, hurrying away from the alleyway as fast as she can manage without attracting attention. She wipes at her eyes with a trembling hand, trying desperately not to break down completely in front of anyone else who might see her like this. It's going to be a long walk home...

She makes it to the corner before she can't hold back her tears anymore, burying her face into her hands and sobbing loudly as the reality of what just happened begins to sink in. The shame and disgust are almost too much to bear, but somehow she finds the strength to keep moving, putting one foot in front of the other until she reaches the safety of her own home. Once there, she closes and locks the door behind her, collapsing onto the couch in a heap of tears and exhaustion.

As much as she tries to push the thoughts away, they keep coming back to her. The shame of what happened in that alleyway mixes with a strange and dark desire, leaving her feeling even more confused and overwhelmed than before. She presses her thighs together, wanting to feel clean again but knowing deep down that it might be a long time before she does. Her eyes close tightly as she tries to will away the memories, the feelings...anything that reminds her of what was done to her tonight.

Her body trembles at the thought, her mind reeling with the conflicting emotions. Part of her wants to forget everything that happened, to pretend it was just a terrible nightmare. But another part...she can't deny the heat spreading through her core, or the images flashing through her head of what he did to her. She presses her hand harder against her aching centre, unable to resist the dark, forbidden temptation any longer.

Her hips rock forward against her hand, mimicking the movements he forced upon her not too long ago. She moans softly into the pillow, arching her back as pleasure and shame mix together in a cocktail of contradictions that send her spiraling out of control. The more she thinks about it, the faster her breath comes and the harder she presses against herself, desperate for release from this twisted cycle of desire and disgust.

The memory of Jefferson's tender touch and loving words are replaced by the brutal images and harsh language that have been replaying in her mind all night. Despite their intimacy, she can't shake off the feelings brought on by her attacker, leaving her feeling empty and unsatisfied even as she enjoys her husband's attentions. She tries to focus on Jefferson, to forget everything else, but it's no use...her body still aches for something more forbidden, something darker.

Days turn into weeks, and the need only grows stronger. She can't stop thinking about him, about what he did to her in that alleyway. The shame is still there, but it's become twisted somehow, mingling with a perverse desire that she knows is wrong. She finds herself constantly checking over her shoulder, half-expecting to see him lurking in the shadows whenever she steps out of the house alone.

Desperate for release from this torment, Rio finally admits to herself that she needs to find him again...no matter the cost.

Her heart leaps into her throat as she catches sight of him across the street. He's looking right at her, a predatory grin spreading across his face. Without thinking, she quickly crosses the street to meet him, her body responding instinctively even as her mind screams for her to run away. She reaches out shakily, touching his arm. "H-hi," she whispers hoarsely, barely able to contain the mixture of fear and desire in her voice.