{This is a violent non-consent story. If this sort of thing offends you stop reading now and choose another story. I do not ever condone actual rape, but it is one of my sweet Belle's fantasies, and this story is for her}
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You were obviously not expecting the good weather to break, I muse as you scurry for the cover of a shop awning. I watch as you squeeze the water from your hair, but the expensive perm is already ruined, your long dark hair sticking to your satin shirt where it touches. That shirt is now hugging your subtle curves, its pale blue shade interrupted by a darker layer underneath as the matching knee length skirt clings to your thighs.
I keep very still in the shadow of the alley as you look around you, but you are only seeking a taxi to flag down. You should know it's the wrong time of day for them -- those that work regular hours are already commuting home and the night revellers will not really start arriving for another hour or so.
What has kept you back in this part of town at such an odd hour, I wonder. I have often seen you running errands for that real estate firm during the afternoon as I go about my dark business, but I have never seen you here after it has grown dark.
While you glance away, I look along the alley to ensure there is no-one using it -- difficult to do with the closing gloom of evening and the tall buildings on both sides, but at least this sudden shower is letting up. The alley runs quite some distance to the theatre district, a place more likely to have a taxi parked with the driver snoozing waiting for the evening to start.
I turn to see you may have come to a similar conclusion as you are now walking in my direction. The shadows make for excellent cover as your eyes are still adjusting from the bright lights of the shops display window, so I merely need to keep still to be quite invisible to you.
So often I have watched you go about your dreary way as I make my deals in this alley or the next. You have never seen me as far as I know, seemingly immune to the knowledge that a criminal element runs quietly alongside your nice, quiet, boring world. Is that why you frequently seem so glum -- has your world has become too straight, too predictable, too boring for you. Take some comfort then that this is all going to change tonight, a cold comfort given my growing intentions. You are stepping into my world now as you brave this alley in search of a means home.
I breathe in the scent of your perfume as you pass within a metre of me and I realise how hungry for you I have become. These months of you passing by, teasing me with your very presence. I grew to lust after you, seeing you every night in my dreams -- the sort of dream where I would awake hard and hungry.
Now you are here by chance, stumbling through my domain where I have every advantage over you. It is time to make one of those dreams a reality.
Matching my soft foot fall with the timing of your hard heels clatter, it is a simple matter to keep close behind you. I decide to wait for you to either turn around or reach the half way point before I make my move.
A light breeze has pushed the clouds away and the alley takes on the stark light and shadow of a moon that is almost full. I am getting so hungry now following you that I fail to notice a puddle until my foot splashes in it -- or perhaps I subconsciously wanted you to notice something so you would turn and we could begin this dance.
I balance on the balls of my feet, ready to spring those last couple of metres, wanting you to have a good look at my silhouette, letting the terror build -- but not wanting you to get much time for a scream. I don't expect anyone to be close enough to hear anything now, but someone might and I don't feel like sharing you this evening.
Perhaps it is the adrenalin pulsing through me at the moment, but you seem to turn incredibly slowly, your head down like you have a good idea what you are going to see, but wanting to delay that moment of confirmation so you can keep denying to yourself what might be about to happen. Your body freezes at the moment I believe my heavy boots come into view. Eyes wide, lips slightly parted, breathing much too rapidly, your head slowly tilts upwards.
In return, I only allow my gaze to flicker over your body as I know I cannot be too distracted by you yet. But who could resist with the shirt sticking to the upper slopes of those firm breasts. The plain bra fails to hide the nipples that show dark through the shirt. Your wet skirt clings and shows the curve of your thighs and I lick my lips as I consider that which lay beneath.
Then there is that long intake of breath that I have been waiting for and nearly missed while distracted by your thighs. I dart forward to clamp my hand over your mouth before the breath can escape as a scream. Your lips are probably bruised from the force I've hit them with and you stumble back a little. I keep pace with you as I await your expected reaction. Barely keeping your footing, both hands reach to my forearm to pull my hand away.
It is not that this is a game with rules, but more a dance of action and reaction. A dance where I lead and you must follow. You could have twisted out of my grip and managed at least one full scream before I was upon you, but no -- you felt you had to deal with my hand first. As your arms move up, my other hand is now free to swing hard into your stomach, winding you. Now I have both hands free as you gasp for breath and I take advantage of this pulling you down a side alley. I chose a section of wall well bathed in moonlight and hold you against it by your throat, lifting you to your toes to keep you off balance.
Your breath is returning to you, but I can take my time now as you seem to be capable of no more than a whimper. The key now is to keep you afraid and it seems I will have little problem on that score as I feel you trembling beneath my hand.
My left hand brushes a wet lock of hair from your cheek as I view your tear-stained beauty. I'm tempted to take a kiss, but at this time it is better to just lean forward, brushing my lips against your cheek, hot breath in your ear.
"I'm going to fuck you until you are no longer able to beg for mercy" I whisper hoarsely as my left hand moves to your right breast, squeezing it hard through the shirt and bra. You turn your head from my voice but are too scared to move any further. I slowly start unbuttoning your shirt and you dumbly watch my hands. I move slower, drinking in the sight of you by moonlight.
