Joanne had to walk alone from work, because her boyfriend wanted to prove his point. What his point was, she did not know. It did not matter; she was walking at two thirty in the morning from her job at the local bar. She tried to walk fast in her black heeled boots, but did not want unwanted attention. The night was warm, yet she still wore her large black hoodie. The bar shirt was tight across her size 36-D breasts and the neckline was a deep plunge. Her denim skirt was short and pleaded like a Catholic school girl outfit. In fact, her hoodie was longer than her skirt.
Lost in thought for her safety, Joanne didn't notice the footsteps right behind her. While she was walking at the opening of a dark alleyway, she felt the strong arm wrap around her waist and lift her off her feet. Whoever grabbed her pulled her into the alleyway in the blink of an eye. Fear caught in her throat as the thing carried her off into an open door to a warehouse. Joanne was afraid to scream or kick for she felt something metal against her ribs.
The man brought her to a small room with one light bulb hanging from ceiling. He threw Joanne onto a large pile of blankets and a mattress. She finally looked at the man who brought her to that place. There was a black bandana on his head under a black cowboy hat. He had a full beard of brown and black hair. His bright hazel eyes seem to glow in the dim light. The demin work coat was zipped closed and hung past the waist of her blue jeans. Joanne looked down at his boots; the shine off the tips of his cowboy boots caught her eyes. Yet, it was the glint off the gun in his right hand that caused her to hold her breath.
"Please," Joanne whispered, "don't hurt me." The man tinted his head as he unzipped his coat, revealing a black muscle shirt. He has a slight six pack, Joanne noticed, then scolding herself for thinking that. He had brought her to this dark room to do something terrible. "What are you going to do to me?"
"Take off the hoodie." He commanded. His voice was strong with a southern accent to it. He tossed his coat to the pile of blankets that Joanne was sitting on. When she didn't start to take off her hoodie, the man shook the gun at her. Catching her sob in her throat, Joanne slowly pulled her hoodie off her body. She laid it beside her. "Now, the shirt." The man said with the same commanded voice. Joanne did what he had said; she lifted the shirt over her breasts and head and laid it on top of the hoodie. If she did not know his intentions before, she know them clearly know. He was going to rape her.
"No bra?" The man said. He seemed pleased with the fact that her large breasts were at his viewing pleasure.
"The bra is built into the shirt." She said shakily. Why she had told him that, she does not know. She guessed that she wanted to justify not wearing a bra to him.
"Stand up and take off the skirt and your panties. Leave your boots on." He had requested. Joanne, again, complied with his orders. Her skirt and lacy black thong panties were set in the pile of her clothes. Now, she stood nude in front of this man who face was still half-hid in the shadows of the rooms. He approached her, one hand held the gun and the other began to fumble with a back pocket of his jeans. "Put your hands together." He said, presenting a pair of handcuffs to her. Tears rolled down her face as the man cuffed her. After she was cuffed, he pulled her to the wall. He picked her up in his arms; he noted how strong they looked. He held made her secure herself to a large metal hook that was arched into the wall. Her feet were several inches off the floor.
The man ran his hand across her check. "You do not need to cry, my darling. I promise you that you will enjoy this." He said, sounding sincere. He kissed the tears off Joanne's face and ran his lips down her throat. He placed the gun in the back of his jeans to free his hands. His hands played on her torso. His hands were callous and hard, but felt so good on her skin. The man began to lick her right breast. Joanne thrust out her chest in shock of his tongue on her breast. As his mouth played with her right breast, his hand rubbed her left breast. His fingers pinched her nipple to make it become hard. He suckled gently on her right breast, pulling on her nipple ring before he switched to her other breast. He gave her left breast the same attention that he gave the right breast.
During the whole time, Joanne was biting her bottom so she would not moan out in pleasure. She could not believe that she was feeling ecstasy from this assault on her. Silently, she prayed that he would continue.
Her boyfriend and she began to have problems in the last few months. It always seemed that she could do nothing right by him. She would cook him his favorite meal, and he would say that the streak was too dry to eat. Joanne would dress up for him in outfits that she would not be caught dead in, and he would say that she looked fat. Joanne exercised her butt off no stop to be the perfect Barbie figure he liked, and ended up at the hospital from exhaustion and mal-nutrition. Still, no loving words from him, just a look of regret staring at her as she lied in the hospital bed. As for their sex life, it had dried up like a grape in the sun. They no longer spent the night at each other's apartments. And lately, women in town have been telling Joanne that her boyfriend had been seen with a blond- haired, blue-eyed beauty queen. When she confronted him about the girl early in the day, he told her not to worry about the girl. When she threatened to break up with him, he laughed in her face. He said that he was only with her because he pitied her and no other man would want to be with her. He also said that she could not live without him and he would prove it by not picking her up from work tonight. Joanne's car was in the shop for the day. He had said that he would not come until she called him and begged him to come get her.
