Last Night In Bangkok (M/F, rape, raceplay)
I don't usually write IRL raceplay (I mostly stick to human supremacy in fantasy/SF settings for that kind of thing), but I had a chat with u/darktelamon that sparked some ideas.
This is a short raceplay snuff story set up like an "instant loss" format comic. I hope you enjoy it.
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Last Night in Bangkok
Katrin sighed softly, letting the warm Bangkok night flow through her, the stresses and aggravations of college slowly evaporating into the dark air.
Most of her classmates that had come on this spring break trip were partying like there was no tomorrow, drinking and dancing and fucking each other or local tail, but all the pretty Vietnamese-American girl wanted to do was relax.
“Hey, how much for a little sucky sucky?”
Katrin rolled her eyes and shot a venomous look at the musclebound blond classmate of hers leering at her tight body.
“Oh, hey, Katrin,” he said with affected surprise. “Didn’t recognize you. Lotta you Thai sluts around here, y’know?”
He stepped in closer, and she flinched back.
“Fuck off, Johnny,” she said viciously. “One, I’m not a fucking whore. Two, I’m Vietnamese, you racist pig. And three, I’ve got a can of mace. So fuck off.”
“What’s the matter, baby?” he said, moving towards her with his arms spread. “I thought you slant-eyed cunts all went crazy for white cock?”
“Stay away from me,” she hissed, thrusting her hand into her purse.
The wet sounds of hard, rough sex filled the alleyway as Johnny’s cock pounded Katrin’s tight pussy. She was trapped between him and the wall, hoisted up by his muscle, and the only thing keeping her from screaming was his big hand covering her mouth.
Her eyes were locked on his, shining with tears, twisted with the pain of his huge cock pummeling her insides and the horrid humiliation of her brutal rape.
The useless can of mace lay on the ground where it had fallen, slapped out of her hand before she could even lift it.
“You like that, you fucking slut?” he grunted at her, and she could smell the alcohol on his breath. “You like that dick?”
She moaned a wordless negation with her lying mouth, even as something built and built inside her, a feeling like nothing she had ever felt in her life.
He was fucking her so hard that it was slamming her against the wall, his hand on pressing on her mouth grinding her head against the bricks, and his cock felt unbelievably gigantic inside her. He was stretching her, hurting her, stealing something from her.
And she was wet. God, she was wet. She couldn’t stop looking at him, and she could see the gloating in his expression as her eyes told him what he wanted to hear.
“I knew you wanted it, you fucking Asian whore,” he whispered to her.
Katrin’s thighs squeezed tight around her rapist as she came for him, shuddering between him and the wall, with his cock spearing into her, his hand on her mouth, and his breath hot on her ear.
Then she heard him grunt, and she felt the hot splash of his cum jetting into her womb, and he bit her neck hard.
Pain and shame and sick strange pleasure spiked inside her, and her clit shot a bolt of lightning up her spine to her brain.
She gurgled into his palm as she came again.
Johnny stood there for a few long moments, pressing her wriggling body against the wall, and then he stepped back and let her fall to the street. Her knees banged painfully on the hard surface, scraping the skin, and she pitched forward to her hands and knees.
“You’re welcome, bitch,” he said, spitting on her back. “Come back any time.”
She muttered something inaudible, and he tipped her chin up towards him with the toe of his shoe.
“What was that?”
Katrin’s face screwed up in fury. “You’re going to fucking jail!” she screamed at him. “You r-racist fucking piece of shit, you raped me!”
Johnny sighed. “It’s not rape if you like it, sugar tits,” he said. “But you make a good point.”
He unfolded a pocket knife. It was just a little thing, a blade only a few inches long, but the way the streetlights caught and shone on it made Katrin’s jaw drop and her belly tighten with terror. “Johnny, wait,” she said, her voice rasping as she skittered backwards to press against the wall.
“I, I didn’t mean it, Johnny.”
He looked at her blandly. “Tell me you liked being raped.”
She swallowed hard. “I l-liked it, Johnny, I liked your big dick, it felt so good when you raped me.”
He knelt towards her. “Tell me you came.”
Tears rolled down Katrin’s cheeks, streaking her pale skin with mascara. “I came twice,” she said, the words dropping from her lips like bile from the humiliation that it was true.
“You’re not gonna tell on me, are you?” He leaned in close and spoke quietly. “You stupid little squinty-eyed cunt?”
“No, Johnny, please…”
It was a soft, soft sound, just a breath, barely audible.
“You got that fucking right,” he said. Then he had a fistful of her black hair in his left hand, and she was suddenly on her belly on the street, flopping wildly in his grip. His knee was heavy on the small of her back as he tilted her head back.
The little pocket knife was not sharp, but it was enough for Katrin’s tender flesh, and she wailed with pain and fear and total, utter despair as he sawed at her neck. The metal bit into her throat, cutting through skin and into meat and veins. Dimly through the emotional cacophony she felt the impacts of her knees on the pavement as she kicked spasmodically. She felt the hot blood gushing over her front, dripping down her body to mix with the white cum dripping out of her violated pussy.
She felt Johnny’s cock hardening against her ass as she struggled for her life.
Everything was swimming around her, her life pumping from the hacked-open hole in her neck.
She was never going to graduate.
Her kicks slowed.
She was never going to see her mom again.
Her eye lashes twitched, and a string of saliva dripped from her slack mouth.
She was never going home ever, ever again.
The last thing that Katrin felt as she bled to death on that warm Bangkok night was a thick white cockhead pushing into her asshole as her rapist took her again.
It didn’t take him long to reach his second climax. Her tight little butthole coaxed it out of him easily. But by the time his hot, white sperm was jetting into her guts, Katrin was long dead, her open eyes staring at nothing at all.
Posted Aug 29, 2023, 2:00 AM UTC