The Alley Ch 02

...He eases from me and the sperm spills down my thighs. Standing above me, I can hear his heavy breathing. He chuckles softly and walks to the door leaving me tied to the bed. I am too weak to protest.

"Think about what you have become." He says quietly, and then disappears.

And in that moment I know he is not done with me.

He has left me to ponder my present position...letting me take in all that has happened and befallen me in the last few hours...he knows that the cold concrete floor that my knees are resting on and the sheets that still bind my wrists to the bed will be a reminder to me.

Cold...scared...I lay there. I can hear my own breath...long, deep and hard. My fear is more than palpable. My body trembles with the unknown. Tears begin to run down my cheeks...as my predicament becomes all too clear.

"How could this have happened?" I think aloud...

"I only wanted to seek shelter from the rain...and the alley was there..."

..."And he seemed..."my tears flow freely now, "He seemed so kind."

My soft sobs rack my body. "He was helping me...and I thought would show him some kindness in return..." As I struggle to loosen my wrists I continue to try to figure out what went so terribly wrong.

"I have always worked hard...been a good friend...a good daughter...my years here have been filled with ups and downs...but still I have never done anything to deserve this..."

As I continue to struggle against my binds, my thoughts go back to the brutal treatment at the hands of this stranger. More startling than the brutality itself is my own reaction to it.

"What is wrong with me?" I wonder... "How is it that I was turned on by the beating...the hard fucking?"

My whole adult life had become a series of boring trysts. No man seemed to satisfy what had become an unquenchable thirst. And yet this stranger had, through the most horrific way, sparked something deep inside me. The realization of this slowly crept into my being...frightening me even more. I knew I needed to get out of here...and yet something inside me was pleading to remain.

I suddenly realized that one of my wrists felt like it was becoming free. Twisting and turning it, I finally get it out of the sheet and quickly remove the one holding my other wrist. Grabbing the sheet off the bed, I wrap it around my body and move silently to the door. Turning the handle as quietly as possible, I open the door just a bit, and allow myself to breathe an uneasy sigh as I see an empty hall before me.

Glancing quickly both ways, I move out into the dimly lit hallway...and begin my silent escape. Careful not to make any noise, I see the door that the stranger had brought me in and I slowly, steadily move towards it. As my hand touches the doorknob, I feel a presence behind me. The hair on my neck stands up...as I grab the door handle tighter...

As I wash up in the bathroom, warm water and soap cleansing my face and body, I figure that the realization of the slut's predicament has set in and she is probably feeling guilt, humiliation and fear I chuckle knowing that she is also feeling something else. No one responds to that type of treatment the way she did without being a slut at heart. My soapy fingers gently wrap around my cock and wash it clean of her cum and mine. The lather and my fingers, not to mention the images of the way "it" writhed under me and begged to be fucked, produce stiffening in my cock. My balls begin to roll in their sack and tighten as I stroke it slowly, smiling wickedly.

I cease the idle stroking of my now hard cock and quickly dry off. Listening intently, I think I hear something or someone moving about. As a grin spreads across my lips as I think out loud... "It" must have gotten free of her binding.

I move out into the hallway in time to see a shadow darting for the door. I saunter out, knowing she cannot leave until I allow her to. Following her, I see her hesitate at the door. I know she senses me there. I can see the fear spread over her body.

As I lean against the wall, a smug smile spreads across my face, I ask quietly... "Leaving so soon?"

I watch her trying to turn the doorknob. And relish in the fact that she realizes, all too late that it is locked. Upon hearing my voice, she crumbles to her knees, despondent.

As she places her face into her hands she begins her pleading... "Please... please let me go...I will not tell anyone...I promise...please..."

Soft whimpers accompany her pleas as she looks up at me. The smile broadens over my face as I lean placidly against the wall staring down at her crumbled body.

"You may leave at anytime...the choice is always yours. But, first we should find you suitable attire. You cannot walk around outside in just a sheet."

I watch her meet my stare and see the questions in her eyes. She trusted me once, and

I betrayed her trust. She looks at me intently, wondering, "Do I dare trust him again?"

She slowly gets up...using the wall for support. She sees a flicker of something in my eyes, and I watch as the question rattles her. Should she trust me again? I think to myself... "She is remembering the way I so deftly used her body to give myself pleasure... giving her the most incredible climax she had ever had."

She shakes her head as if in doing so will rid the thoughts that have invaded her mind. She knew she needed to stop thinking like this...needed to stop having these lustful thoughts. I watch as the realization washes over her, seeing her blush and look away...she knows she is attracted to me...this stranger from the alley.

I lock her into my stare as she quietly answers me, "Yes, I suppose I do need different clothing. Knowing what is going through her mind... seeing it in her eyes...as mine bore through hers and into her darkest depths. Her need...her want...

I turn and move my naked body toward the room that she just left...not saying a word to it, but confident that she will follow. I reach into a closet and gather a few pieces of "clothing" in my hand...waiting for her to come through the door.

I sense her need to follow ...her questions still lingering...

Tears running down my cheeks, I ask myself, "Am I really going in there for clothes? ...or am I searching for something else...something to fill the void that I have felt for so long?" I hesitate briefly...questioning my motives. My eyes again blink back tears of confusion; I enter the room and see him holding what appear to be clothes in his hands

"I never meant to upset you...," I say quietly...and in an instant realize that I am apologizing for my behavior...it shocks me...He was the one who brutalized me...and yet I felt responsible. Did I ask for it?

I cannot look at him...I stare down at the floor...my arms wrapped around me...holding the sheet to my body.

I hold out the clothes to her...one hand in front of me...beckoning her forward. She reaches out to take the clothes and my hand touches her. I see her startled reaction to the touch of my skin on hers. I slowly turn and move to the wall, hanging her clothes on a hook.

"These are your departure clothes." I tell her quietly. "They will hang from that hook until it is time for you to leave.

"Until then I will just have to "dress you down" a bit more."

Before she can react, I grab her wrist and pull her to the bed...slipping leather restraints tightly around each wrist, flinging her onto her back

My body straddling her stomach as I reach to hook her leather clad wrists to two iron rings affixed to the wall.

I see disbelief flood her very being. She is too startled by my speed to react. Her eyes wide with fear, she shakes her head slowly. I slowly move down her body, my hard cock dragging over her stomach and thighs. Struggling against the restraints, I watch her as soft gasps and moans escape her lips. Feeling my weight...my hard cock on her soft skin, I see her mouth open but no words come out.

My hands roaming on her, my fingers surrounding each of her breasts, gently caressing them at first. Then as I stand myself up between her thighs, my fingers dig roughly into the tender flesh. My thumb and forefinger pinching and pulling at each nipple. Her moans become louder as the pain begins to register. I watch her back arch to me. Grinning, I think to myself, "The bitch is enjoying this..."

Leaning over her body, my face a scant few inches from hers, my fingers twisting and pulling brutally at her nipples. I revel in the painful expressions flooding across her face.

As quickly as my fingers found her nipples, they leave them. I attach leather cuffs to her ankles and secure them firmly to the bed frame. I stand and move quickly to the other room to retrieve one of my favorite "toys."

I can feel his breath...inhaling it ...taste his very essence ...as it moves over his lips...and over my own. My moans louder now, wanting, needing...to feel his touch again.

Having my wrists bound in the tight leather...my own struggling...is infusing me with a sexual tension I have never known. I watch him move away...and then return...wondering what it is he is holding. I see his face...dark...foreboding.

I move next to her so that she may catch a glimpse of me. Then move between her outstretched legs, holding a leather cat o nine tails. Sneering down at her I say... " "It" had it's backside punished for being a slut and then I fucked "It's" cunt. Now it is time to dress down the front side."

With that being said, I bring the leather tails down hard on her breasts.

I brace myself from his blows, but not quickly enough. The sting is like nothing I have ever felt. Over and over the lashes land on my breasts...red welts raising under each blow.

I can hear myself screaming, but within the screams I can detect the subtle sounds of my own excitement. I feel my cunt begin to get wet...

The lashes move slowly down over her stomach painting her skin with burning flashes of red pain. I deal her another series of brutal pain, her screams echo at the torturous lashes. I stop momentarily to re-position my self. My newly found position enables me to strike strategically on her exposed cunt. Her screams begin again, mixed with moaning, as the leather makes its marks over and over.

I bring the cat down hard between her thighs, the leather tips biting into her tender cunt. I watch her as she tries to twist her lower body out of my reach. A second brutal lash of the cat finds her bruised flesh, her legs kicking as much as the cuffs allow. Then two more in quick succession, as the lashing continues her gasps become higher in pitch as the leather strikes her pussy.

The torture ceases as I move back between her thighs and gently lay the whip on her chest, relinquishing it to her as a visible reminder.

I lean over her and slowly move my mouth to her breasts...tenderly licking at the red welts. My tongue rolling her nipples between my lips, I hear the sharp intake of my breath as my tongue makes contact with her battered skin. My mouth moves slowly down her body...my tongue leaving a wet trail as I soothe the red welts. As my mouth moves over her mound, my hands spread her legs wider. I look at her swollen red cunt lips and smile...my warm breath wafting over and soothing them ...my lips almost touching them.

I feel her breathing hard...conveying her fear...her excitement. Her moans tell me the effect I am having on her. She arches her body to meet my mouth, her senses heightened. Her body responds to my touch, her moans soft. My tongue slithers out barely touching the tip to her swollen pussy lips. I breathe in her arousal. I feel her push up to my mouth and I lay my lips gently to her tingling cunt. My wetness makes her gasp aloud, and she presses her cunt harder to my lips.

My tongue swipes up and down the slit slowly as my fingers gently spread her open. As my tongue pushes deeper, I can only imagine the hot pain she is feeling from the bruising... mixed with the sensation of my tongue. Almost as if on cue, she moans loudly, her hips beginning to move in a gentle rhythm. My tongue slowly builds speed in its incessant licking, then moves to surround her clit with my lips...sucking it as my tongue presses wetly on it. I feel her warm cunt pressing into my mouth. Her pussy is soaked with excitement. I see her struggle in vain against her binds.

My lips and tongue feel the want, the need, the tension in her, as my tongue maniacally slurps at her clit. I feel it building inside her and at that point cease my laving of her cunt.

"Nooooo..." She softly pleads, "Noooo...don't stop..." , it has become a breathy whisper.

I raise up and glare at her, "No?" I ask, fully knowing her answer even before she does.

"Noooo...fill me...fuck me..." , her body gyrating.

My hands move to undo her ankle cuffs. I take her behind the knees and push them back against her chest. My swollen cockhead hovers at the entrance to her cunt. I feel her pushing her cunt out to my cock...willing it inside her. I allow the head to enter and then I stop...letting it rest inside her...I say quietly, "Tell me slut, what do you want?"

Her hips grind up, "Fuck me"; she whispers hoarsely, "Fuck me hard."

I ease the head from her and inform her that I have already fucked her cunt.

"Please," she is pleading now... "Please...fuck me again.

I move the head of my cock lower to her asshole and rest it against the tight ring.

With a sudden realization, she screams out.

"Nooooooooooo... not that!!!"

I feel her trying to move her pussy back into my sites but with one lunge I push the head through the tight hole.

"Aahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!" Her screams fill the room. My hips slowly gyrating as I see the startled and frightened expression on her face. As I plunge deeper into her virgin asshole I see tears begin to run down her cheeks.

My fingers tighten on her knees as I position myself for better leverage...the swollen head flaring and moving inside her.

"Noooooooo...stop!!...I can't take it!!" she yells as I plunge my hips down and the entire length sinks rapidly through her tight sphincter.

..."Too big!" her wails fill my ears.

My thighs slap against her as I bury my cock deep into her ass. Her screams become pleads as I hold the full length inside and grind my hips down hard. She begs for me to stop violating her tight hole.

"It hurts..." she screams, "Nooooooooooo!!"

I let her legs rest on my shoulders as my hands find her tits...my fingers dig into the sweet flesh as my cock begins pistoning back and forth. Her head flails from side to side as she tries to pull her legs from my shoulders. My balls slap harder against her ass as my cock thrusts faster.

She realizes too late that her position allows her nothing. She kicks her feet helplessly. Her wrists straining against the tight leather cuffs, red and sore from the struggling.

I feel her tight hole screaming in pain as it clenches down on my hard shaft.

"Fight it all you want slut," I growl, "It only makes it that much more pleasurable for me." Her body writhing, she pauses momentarily to glare at me through her screams. I feel her trying to push my cock out of her tight sphincter. My fingers twist and pinch her tits while my cock rams harder into her ass. My hips gyrate, causing my cock to churn inside her tight hole. I see her tears flow freely down her reddened cheeks. I pull back and start plunging my cock with long, hard strokes, fucking the full length of my cock back and forth in her tightly squeezing ass.

With each stroke...a loud moan becomes a louder scream...begging me to stop. I only grunt and thrust harder as her pleading gets louder.

"Noooooooooo!! Stop!! I can't take it anymore!!" Her pleas fall on deaf ears as my motion continues. Her cries and pleading only spur me to fuck her harder and faster.

My hips are brutally battering against her ass cheeks as my cock plunges over and over into her asshole. Her asshole stretched beyond its capacity...my cock deep in her bowels...plunging over and over. She closes her eyes, trying to shut the agony out.

I reach for one of her hands and pull it down between her thighs. I push her fingers to her clit. "Play with your clit while I fuck your ass slut!" I command her.

"I am going to be in your ass for awhile so you may as well enjoy it." I chuckle.

She rakes her nails hard against my chest causing thin red lines to appear. My hand quickly lashes out and slaps her cheek twice. She raises her hand to mimic my slaps and I respond by slamming my full weight against her...driving my cock into her harder than before. She screams...loud. I can feel her pain and surprise at my continuing attack.

"Now get your fingers working on that clit!" I order her. Her hand retreats ...my cheek spared. I ease up my brutal fucking of her ass...my thrusts more fluid.

My fingers find my clit...swollen like a tiny cock. My fingers move deftly over my clit... knowing all too well how to pleasure myself this way. My fingering myself seems to have an effect as well on my tight asshole, allowing it to relax. My eyes locked in his...dancing this dangerous tango. My middle finger pokes at my slit...as I continue to stroke my swollen clit. My moans...feeling the thrusting of his cock...and of my fingers, become louder still. I feel my climax building, and as I rub my clit, my finger delves into my dripping cunt. My moans become louder as I feel the orgasm place itself close to the edge. My asshole begins to tighten as my cunt walls grip my lone finger.

My eyes burn into hers as my lips peel back over my teeth..."That's it slut...make it feel good for you, it sure as hell feels good for me!"

I push in deep and look down at her beautifully manicured nails moving over her clit

My cock swells and throbs inside her. I slowly undulate my hips...my cock moving more freely inside her, as she seems to relax a bit.

I grab her hips and pull them up from the bed, my knees resting on the bed as I pummel her ass. I feel my balls rolling threatening to release their precious cargo. My thrusting becoming more sporadic, my body beginning to tense. I feel her hips grinding up to meet mine.

"Yeah, you like it bitch...I feel you pulling me in." I can feel her ass muscles tighten on my shaft.

As the first waves of her orgasm take over her body, she glares at me and growls, "Fuck you..." I grunt and thrust in fully, pushing my hips hard into her. I feel her orgasm reach its second peak, reverberating through her tight hole, my balls erupt and I growl as I feel my hot load rushing through me and flying into your ass. She clenches her ass tightly...holding my cock inside of her. My warm, sticky cum fills her. My hips grind against her as the cum spills out of me and my own orgasm courses through my body. My body spacing and thrusting into you as I feel her finger plunge deep into her cunt, while another strokes her clit and I feel another wave of her orgasm push to the surface. Her back arches high into me. Her one hand straining against its leather restraint...

As the last of cum flows into her cunt, my body slumps, and then collapses onto her.

My breathing labored and heavy as the orgasm still washes over me. My face resting on her shoulder, my warm labored breath on her neck...low moans coming from my throat. Overwhelmed, my lips brush her neck and travel upward... finding her mouth and I begin to tenderly kiss her dry lips...wetting them with my own tongue and lips. My fingers caressing her cheek as the kiss lingers.

My breath gone from me, replaced by soft mewing and quiet moans...as yet another wave rushes through my cunt. I am afraid to speak...yet afraid of the silence. I lift my hand from my pussy and wrap my arm tightly around him.

Her arm wraps around my body...as her lips return the kisses...her mouth opening to taste my warmth. I moan into her mouth and slowly ease my drained cock from the tight confines of her ass.