The following very dark story has themes of non-consent sex, humiliation, abuse and other dark themes. If such content offends you, please do not read. This is erotic FICTION not meant as any sort of gender, political or societal protest. This is purely for entertainment and not meant to happen in reality. If you have issues with such kinks, please do not read.
"Stuff still creeps me out," Josefina says while her deep brown eyes look around the main floor of the art gallery. As she has done every night this week, Josefina stops and looks at each of the scary-looking art sculptures. Her eyes go from one sculpture to another, each one looking scarier than the one before. It doesn't help that the main lights are off, leaving the main floor of the art gallery dim and creepy.
Josefina, who is the thirty-something custodian of the gallery, takes a long look around the large open floor, acting as if one of the exhibits is about to come to life. She stands in the back of the room wearing her cleaning uniform, building her courage to go in. On purpose she holds her broom in a defensive manner, as if to defend against some evil entity that's going to attack.
The current theme for the art gallery is "Open Terrors," where each artist has created a piece of art based on something that they fear. Only Josefina has no clue what each art piece is supposed to represent. None shows a scene like a robber murdering a victim, or the boogeyman hiding in the closet of a child. Instead, each piece looks like something between HP Lovecraft and Picasso.
One exhibit is a fun house mirror, which Josefina always shakes her head at because they want fifty thousand for it, when she could get the same thing off Wish.com for fifteen dollars. Another exhibit is a huge ball of wood with what looks like a box trying to come out of it. For some reason each time she gets close to it, the fear of getting trapped inside runs over Josefina.
The exhibit that really scares Josefina is the one that has chains, ropes and lengths of twine hanging down where several end with a kitchen utensil. Each time she walks by it Josefina thinks she will get tangled in the hanging bits, her arms trapped and made helpless as they hang so low. To be strung up and made helpless is one of Josefina's greatest fears, that and to be helpless with others watching.
After a deep breath, Josefina walks fully into the gallery with her broom. With no one else in the gallery it is incredibly quiet. Too quiet for Josefina who puts in her earbuds to have some sound. With music playing, she starts to sweep, starting in one corner and planning to cover the entire open concept floor within ten minutes. Josefina knows the floor is already clean as she recently mopped it, but she wants to make double-sure as in thirty minutes the gallery opens for the "Midnight Special" event.
As Josefina sweeps, she thinks she sees something move in the corner of her eye. This gets her to stop and look, her sharp eyes looking around for danger. She even grabs her broom in a defensive manner, prepared to swing it as a weapon.
Being rather busty, Josefina has grown to always be aware of her surroundings in case there is some evil sex pervert about. It doesn't matter if they are male or female either, to Josefina anyone can be a sex criminal. Despite being timid and quiet, whenever Josefina goes out there is normally at least one person that attempts to pick her up with the intentions of having sex if she wants it or not.
Josefina scans each exhibit where all is still and quiet, giving Josefina some peace that she is indeed alone. Only...she doesn't think to look behind her. If she had, she would notice the figure stepping out from behind a large pillar that goes from the ceiling to floor and is made of different colored eyes. A figure wearing a black ski mask, a long sleeve black shirt and black pants. A figure that has stalked Josefina for many nights without her noticing.
The stalker creeps forward not caring about making noise as he knows Josefina won't hear thanks to the earbud. There he grabs the much smaller Josefina from behind, one arm reaching around to put his hand over her mouth and nose, and the other arm grabbing her waist. With a burst of strength, he lifts her small frame up and forward.
Instantly Josefina fights. Like a toddler, she kicks her legs and swings her arms, not even knowing what is happening. Her issue is that the man is much larger, able to hold her even when she struggles. This allows him to move forward with her, even with her kicking and struggling. He does this until he slams her face-first against the wall.
Josefina, who is still holding the broom, tries with all her might to push off the wall, but the man uses his body weight to pin her. She continues to struggle, but the man seems prepared. In fact, Josefina, even in her panic, gets the feeling the man planned this and is ready for nearly anything.
In a moment that seems to play out in slow motion, Josefina remembers a move she saw when she was a teenager, when her brothers would watch pro wrestling. Feeling her opening, Josefina kicks her right leg backward and up, right between the man's legs. She lifts her leg high enough that it makes solid contact with his groin, causing the man to grunt in pain.
Hurt by the blow, the man takes a step back and eases off Josefina where she makes a run for it. She manages to get two steps away before realizing the man is holding her hair. This causes her head to snap back and her back to bend, letting the man easily pull her back.
Angry, the man slings Josefina against the wall by her hair, hard. She hits very hard, the back of her head hitting first, then the rest of her body. This knocks Josefina silly for a moment as well as knocking the air out of her, stopping any and all fight.
Spotting that his victim is dazed, the stalker reaches over and grabs the front of Josefina's button-down custodian shirt with both hands. He yanks her shirt in different directions, causing the shirt's buttons to go flying. The sounds of the buttons landing are the only other sounds the stalker hears outside of his own hard breathing.
With her blue work shirt ripped open, the man can see Josefina's black lacy bra that houses her large breasts, which is the reason he picked her. From the moment he caught sight of her chest he knew he had to have her tits. To see them. Too feel them. To own them. That's why he's followed her for several days. Ever since he saw her leaving the grocery store.
For a moment the man stares transfixed at Josefina's breasts, his own excitement getting the better of him. Like many times before, he feels all the strange feelings that come from engaging his victim. The feeling of power, of control, of arousal and of feeling like he is a god as what happens is up to him.
In a daze Josefina puts her hands to her head, which softly spins. She doesn't notice that she's actually helping her attacker as with both of her hands up she gives him access to her upper body. This lets him pull her shirt out so it becomes completely untucked. He does this tenderly, as if the two are lovers and have known each other for years.
