Mother had always told her not to stray down dark alleyways. Doris Ballard knew she should listen, but the lure of the forbidden always tempted her. In this case it was merely a shortcut to an after work event. Doris had lived in the inner city for many years and was used to the environment, actually having tuned out the inherent dangers as many younger people do. The 19 year old girl was deep into the alley and quite oblivious.
Thus it was, when the large hand clamped over her mouth and a burly arm wrapped around her waist trapping her arms against her sides that she was completely surprised. As though she weighed nothing, she was lifted and carried into the darkened building. Its opened door looked out into the filthy alley where she had been walking. As she was carried the hand attached to the strong arm around her shifted up and groped her breast through her clothes. She panicked and began to kick. The man carrying her didn't seem to notice. His large fingers picked out her nipple through her shirt and bra and began lightly pinching, pulling and rolling it.
Doris sucked air in through her nostrils. The stink of the unwashed man...or was it this building? infiltrated her nose and filled her with revulsion. Her heart pounded in her chest, fear coursed throughout her being. The way the man was fondling her, she was certain he intended to use her sexually. Rape. She had only kissed her boyfriend and done some petting with him, he had never gone further than that.
She was carried into another room and down some stairs, taking her below street level, through a long passage and finally into a large room. It was a boiler room, the chill of the early spring air and the chilled damp of being underground was replaced here with an almost oppressive heat. The door closed with a solid thud. The hand left her mouth and locked the door with a loud click. Doris immediately screamed.
When she ran out of breath, she heard the deep rumbling voice in her ear, "Scream all you want, girlie, no one can hear you from here. Besides, I like it."
As he dropped her, Doris landed on her feet and stumbled forward. She looked around. A single bare lightbulb illuminated the room and cast stark shadows behind every small object. The boiler and piping occupied one side of the room. A small desk and chair stood near the door and a well used mattress, not apparently filthy or vermin ridden as she half expected resided in the corner with several pillows and blankets covering it. In another corner were some cleaning supplies for a janitor. She rushed over and grabbed a broom. Holding it like a baseball bat, she turned and looked at her assailant.
He was a large black man, once obviously an athlete, now a shadow of his former self, yet still impressively large. His large belly protruded from under his shirt revealing his navel. The hair on his head was peppered with gray, obviously well into his 40s or more. He wore stained and dirty jeans with tattered work boots.
She swung at him with the broom. He didn't even move aside. It impacted on his upper arm with a dull thud. "Ow", he said with absolutely no inflection in his voice. It was almost mocking. His big hand lashed out and grabbed the broom handle and wrenched it from her hands.
She tried to run around him to get to the door but she didn't run far enough around and his massive paw latched onto her arm and pulled her to him. He held her up and looked her over. A grin split his dark face and he said, "You a nice little treat for me! Take your clothes off." His speech was accented with a light southern drawl.
"No. Please let me go, I won't tell!", she begged.
"No, yo're mine now. I am gonna use you something fierce! Don't worry, I won't hurt you though."
His hand clasped the bottom of her shirt and pulled it up. Though she struggled, his strength was too great for her. She was quickly stripped of her shirt leaving her in her bra, jeans and shoes. He pushed his big sausage-like fingers under the top of her bra and grabbed one cup. Using his grip and only the strength of his fingers he broke the cloth joining the two cups together. The other cup sprang free exposing her 34D breast. He spun her and pulled the bra, dragging it down her arms. Her boyfriend never treated her like this, he was always considerate and kind stopping when she said no...something about this was almost enjoyable.
The big fingers squeezed her breasts, her nipples hardened despite the heat. Holding her breast in one hand, he slipped his arm behind her back and supported her as he bent her backwards. His grin widened as he leaned down. His mouth opened further and as his mouth engulfed her entire breast his hand slid down to her tight stomach.
His cheeks hollowed as he applied suction to her tit. She could feel it, it was...strange. Then his tongue flicked across her nipple, toying with the erect nub of flesh. She gasped. This wasn't supposed to feel good. She put her hands on his shoulders and pushed, futilely, His mouth was playing with her firm young breast. His tongue pushed down and twirled around on it as he continued to suck with his entire mouth. Then slowly, in vast contrast to the sensations she had already been experiencing, he brought his jaws together, rasping his teeth over her pale white skin. Slowly, she watched in morbid fascination, his lips released the mound of flesh. Gradually, her aerola became visible as his teeth and lips closed around her nipple. He suckled at it, almost painfully. His teeth bit down, firmly, but not enough to break skin.
