The only thing keeping her on her feet was the pressure of Mike behind her as he fucked her and her will power to stay conscious. Then she felt him take a mighty lunge and bury himself even deeper inside her and she felt her insides tear again, the hot flood of Mike's semen increased the pain of the wound. Then the sick fuck was kissing her. This maniac was kissing her whilst he raped her.
Mike collapsed against the prostitute as his orgasm subsided. He eased himself out of her and reached down and picked up the shredded red nylon panties off the ground. He wiped his deflating penis on them and spun Pamela around to face him. Her face was a mess, her makeup spread all over it. She just stood there in a daze.
Mike kissed her gently on the lips then pushed the come soaked nylon panties into her mouth, leaving half of the flimsy garment hanging out.
"Don't forget your knickers," he laughed.
"Thanks for the fuck; keep the money bitch," he mocked as he disappeared up the dark alley.
Before she passed out Pamela made a vow: This Bitch is going to get revenge!'
It took Pamela three months to recover from her ordeal. Somehow that night she made it home to her flat and called her Auntie Doreen who came straight around. Doreen didn't ask her niece what had happened, she didn't have to; it was obvious. Pamela never told her Aunt the details of what happened, she was too humiliated. Pamela's wounds, internally and externally, healed quite quickly; it was her mind that took the time. She eventually regained her self-confidence and was capable of leaving her flat to shop and so on, but she needed to work; and there was only one thing she knew that she was good at. It was Pamela's resolve for revenge that kept her going and got her through.
This bitch is going to bite back; one day I will find him and he will pay for what he did to me,' became her mantra.
Pamela discussed going back on the game with Aunt Doreen who refused to entertain the idea of her niece working the streets again.
