One Saturday night I noticed a stranger in a nightclub. He was gorgeous and I felt a spark of excitement when he made eye contact with me. I smiled, blushing, but looked away because I knew I would do something I would regret if I didn't. It was getting late and the two girl friends I came with were far from ready to call it a night. They offered to walk me home but my place was so close I convinced them to stay. I assured them I would be fine alone. Shortly after, I left the club, but not before looking up to the lounge area one last time to catch a glimpse of the gorgeous man. He was no longer there. Too bad, although I would have only been provoking myself looking for him.
Walking towards home I looked up at the night sky. I took in a breath of cool air and listened as the sounds of the club and the people on the main street drifted farther away. Only a shortcut through an alleyway and a quick walk through the park and I'd be cozy and settled in my bed.
Just after I entered the alley I heard footsteps behind me that seemed to come out of nowhere. I was slightly nervous to look over my shoulder but calmed my nerves by telling myself that I was almost home. I began to speed up and to my shock, so did the footsteps. Now I was starting to feel scared. Wild thoughts raced through my head as quickly as I tried to calm them. I was about to turn around to put my fears to rest when suddenly I felt a hand grip my shoulder. I heard myself gasp as I was turned around, terrified. I was ready to scream until I realized that it was the stranger, the gorgeous man from the nightclub. I was still shocked but my sense of panic melted slightly into calm. I smiled at him but he didn't smile back. Instead he stared at me and said in a stern tone,
"It's rude to ignore people."
My mind started to race. Had I been rude? I was only looking. I apologized but he said that he was going to have to punish me for it. Before I had time to think he grabbed my shoulders firmly with both hands and turned me around, pushing me so that I was pressed against the cold brick wall. The pressure he put on my back forced my head to turn to the side. I could see down the alleyway, it was dark and quiet; no one was around and no one was coming. He pulled my skirt up and brought his hand down swiftly, slapping me once on the ass, hard. I was scared and let out a small cry from the stinging pain. He pressed up against me and I could feel the muscles of his hard chest crush into my back. He took my arms behind my back and held my wrists tightly in one hand. Trapped between him and the wall I had nowhere to move and no way to escape his grasp. He ran his free hand up my bare thigh, over my ass and between my legs.
"I'm going to have to teach you a lesson," he said coldly.
"Spread your legs," he ordered as he used his foot to kick mine apart. He tightened his grip on my wrists and brought his other arm up across my chest, his hand gripping my neck, tilting my head back and whispering in my ear.
"Don't fight it," he whispered.
Suddenly I came to the shocking realization that I was wet. I was scared but I also felt myself getting turned on. As he continued to run his hands over my body I felt myself soak through my panties and soon he did too.
He called me a dirty girl and said that dirty girls deserved discipline. He was so strong and still holding me against the wall. I struggled against him but could feel that my efforts were futile; I wasn't strong enough to stop him. He grabbed me roughly and with one hand pulled my wet panties to the ground. Without warning he pressed a thick finger inside me. My body went rigid at the intrusion. He pulled away for only a second before pushing back into me, this time using two fingers. He didn't care to be gentle, he didn't care if it hurt. After what had felt like an eternity he finally released my wrists. He used his now free hand to grip the back of my neck and crush the side of my face into the wall, holding me in place in this new way. His fingers continued to explore between my legs, expertly moving in and out of me. I used the limited movement I had available to slide my arms in front of me, they were sore now from being pulled back so tightly. I tried hard to suppress a moan rising in my throat; I was enjoying what he was doing to me with his hands. I bit my lip to silence myself as he pulled his soaked fingers away.
"You clearly want it, so I'm going to give it to you," he stated roughly.
I felt a sharp sense of panic as I heard the sound of a belt buckle being released and his zipper being undone. I gasped as I felt the tip of his hard erection press against me.
