It's late and it's dark as she makes her way home from the greasy-spoon diner. Her waitress uniform, with its zippered front and knee-length skirt, smells of french fries and cheeseburgers. Her long, dark hair is pulled back in a ponytail.
He waits in the stairwell, feeling the urges... the needs... the pulsing ache. He likes the way she looks in the uniform; her short, curvaceous body with its full d-cup breasts that strain the top portion and her firm, round ass being hugged by the bottom.
She absently pulls her keys from her pocket as she walks to her apartment, her dark eyes tired from a hard shift.
She doesn't notice him stepping from the shadows.
As she's opening her door he hits her from behind... sends her bouncing off the door and tumbling to the floor. He follows her inside, snapping the door shut behind him and throwing the deadbolt into place.
"Come 'ere," he growls.
She's stunned... dazed. She tries to get her hands under her.
He fills one hand with her hair... jerks her head up.
She yelps in pain.
He grabs the waistband of her uniform with his other hand and half-carries, half-drags her across the room. She's forced to scurry along, her hands and feet scampering across the carpet. He drags her past the scarred coffee table and beat up couch, then through the door to her bedroom. The small, cramped space is dominated by a queen size bed covered by a thin, cheap comforter. Using his hold on her he picks her up and tosses her onto the bed, letting go as she sails forward.
She lands... bounces... settles on her side. She rolls onto her stomach and tries to scurry away across the mattress.
He stops her. Grabbing her by the ankles he drags her to the bed's center and rolls her onto her back.
"Please. Please no," she whimpers, finding her voice.
Climbing atop her, he straddles her waist and jerks her arms down to her sides, pinning them under his knees.
"No. No, please," her eyes start to well up with tears.
He covers her mouth with a hand, silencing her frightened sobs.
Wiggling beneath him she kicks at the comforter, her feet sliding across it.
He leans down... his nose nearly touching hers. He stares into her fear and pain filled eyes. His own are filled with hunger... lust... determination.
"I'll make this real simple for ya," he hisses past clenched teeth. "You behave yourself and you'll be alive and unscarred when I leave here. But you start screamin' or actin' stupid and I'll mess you up bad. Got it?"
As she takes in his words... their meaning... she nods timidly.
"That's a good girl," his lips curl into a grin.
He straightens up, towering over her and stares down at her for a moment as he lifts his hand from her mouth.
She lays beneath him; a few strands of her hair having come loose to lay across her cheek. She returns his gaze through tear-filled eyes, her lip trembling.
He brings his hands to the vee above her uniform's zipper. His fingers dip past the two flaps to trace lines across the displayed cleavage.
"Ple- Please," she whimpers quietly.
He watches his fingers slide back and forth, making lines in her flesh. The swell of her breasts pushes at the uniform... strains the material even more than usual as the last few minutes have disheveled it... pulled it tighter. Then his fingers grip the two flaps and he jerks them apart, tearing the uniform open... destroying the zipper as it's pulled apart... wrenched down.
Her bra-encased breasts burst into view. The cheap, plain white bra holds her lush mounds with delicate assurance.
"Please no," she whispers.
He releases the uniform. His hands cover her breasts, cups them. His fingers tense, squeezing the pliant mounds.
"Oh yes," he hisses, his need growing... his cock throbbing within his pants.
"Ple- Please," she whimpers.
He molds her tits... squeezes them... manipulates them, his fingers pressing into the exposed flesh above her bra.
"Please don't," her lip quivers. "Please."
Her pleadings fuel his need... send more blood rushing to his throbbing cock. His fingers grow hungrier at her breasts... squeezing... fondling... molding.
"Oh please. Please no."
His attentions are making her nipples swell and poke at her bra.
The vision of this encourages him and his hands grow hungrier. His fingers squeeze... mold... ply at her flesh mounds.
"Yes," he sighs as her nipples swell and stiffen even more.
She closes her eyes and turns away, tears trailing along her cheek.
He fondles her tits, his hands molding the pliant mounds... molesting them.
After a few minutes his fingers grip the tops of her bra's cups...
He yanks... hard...
The force jerks her torso off the bed slightly as the garment gives...
Tears...
Seams ripping...
Her breasts explode into view, rolling fluidly with the violent release.
"No," she cries louder than she meant to.
His hand lashes out... smacks her face.
"I warned you," he growls.
More tears leave her eyes and she whimpers submissively.
He pushes the tattered bra out of his way so his hands can molest her breasts unhindered. The cool air swirling over her nipples makes them harden further, makes them poke at his palms as he covers them. He massages her breasts... his hands reshaping the pliant mounds. He cups them... swipes his thumbs back and forth across her hardening nipples. The attention makes them swell even more. They become proud, dark spires atop her milky breasts. He takes them between thumb and finger... tweaks them just so.
"Oh God, please don't" she whimpers.
"You're enjoyin' this," he hisses.
"Please stop. Please." She realizes he's right... senses how his attentions are affecting her body... how it's making it start to simmer.
"Yes you are." He assures her, his hands continuing to manipulate her tits. Within his pants his cock throbs angrily... his need growing insistent.
A couple of minutes later he releases her tits and climbs off her to kneel on the bed beside her.
Her freed arms rush to cover her breasts, crossing her chest.
She had crossed her legs in a weak, desperate attempt to withstand him.
He grabs one in each hand and jerks them apart... climbs between them to tower over her on his knees.
She keeps her face turned away, her eyes shut, lip quivering with her quiet sobs.
The uniform skirt is disheveled, but still covers her private area. As his hands slide up along the tops of her thighs they shove the material upward, revealing her panties; simple and cheap like her bra. He pushes the skirt higher... piles it at her waist.
The exposure alarms her. She tries to pull away... to escape.
He reaches out... grabs her waist... pins her in place, pressed against the bed.
"I said behave," he glares at her.
