"Let go of me!" Ayame shouted, struggling against the weight of the older man.

"Not until I'm done." he grunted, continuing his business under her dress. Ayame could do nothing but lean against the brick wall and ignore the pain that suddenly started coming from between her legs. She started to shout again, but the man slapped her.

"Be quiet bitch! Your father never said you were this stubborn!" It was true, she had always followed her father's orders without question, mostly because if she didn't she would be punished and also because it was the only for her to get money for food, not that her father worked.
But today she felt that she had had enough. She struggled some more.

"Get off of me!" She was caught by a pair of rough lips meeting her soft ones, and the feeling between her legs was increasing in intensity.

"Please stop soon." Ayame thought as she had reached that point. Luckily, or unluckily, the man came first, spilling his seed into her. She replied by joining his seed halfway, spilling on to him.

She quickly clutched the hem of her dress and pulled it down over her legs as far as it could go. She could feel something warm drip down her legs which she assumed was a mixture of cum and blood. The man straightened up

"Not bad, bitch. Could've been better, but still good." He reached into the back pocket of his jeans, which were hanging loosely around his waist and pulled out his wallet. He tossed her $250.

"Here ya go, That should pay for the expenses. Keep the change." He zipped up his fly before pulling on his black hat and coat which were lying in a heap on the cold concrete floor of the deserted alleyway and walked off. Suddenly her father came marching down the alley to Ayame, looking really pissed for some reason.

He walked up to her, and before she could say anything, she was backhanded into the wall where her head made a sickening CRUNCH against the brick.

"Bitch!" he yelled at her, "What took you so long? I already have another customer waiting for 10 minutes!"

"Well I'm sorry if it takes that long for your whore buddies to rape me!" Ayame shouted back. Instantly Ayame felt something connect with her stomach, causing her body to hit the wall again, sliding down until she was in a sitting position on the floor, clutching her stomach in pain.

"Bitch! I'm the father around here and you never back talk to me! You will do what I say! Just for that, you're going hungry tonight!" He reached over to tug at that the cash that was held weakly in Ayame's clenched fist.

"Hmph, this doesn't even cover half of the time, bitch. You're worthless, but it's the only way to make money." He grinned to himself, as if he was enjoying visualizing his daughter's pain. "Anyways, the next customer will be here in a moment." And with that he turned his back on his abused daughter and left.