Short Walk Home

He wanted her... He watched her walk home from work every night, she passed his apartment and he could see her through the window. She wore her uniform home every night, black leather miniskirt, corset, fishnet stockings and a red silk skintight blouse. She was beautiful, deep red hair she kept in a braid that went almost to the full round cheeks of her ass, a deep tan, with few tan lines, he had seen her working. She was a stripper, her large eyes were a strange shade of gold, and her lips were full and naturally dark. She was almost as tall as he was, and had full round breasts. As a stripper she was only alright, but when she was lap dancing she was completely into it, rubbing herself all over the men. He had never gotten a lap dance from her...he couldn't, he would have tried to take her then. But he wanted her, badly. Just watching her made his long cut cock throb, thrusting against the fabric of his jeans. Every night he watched her go home... trying to figure out how he could get her. A woman like her, was not easily caught, he had seen men paw her, fondle her...one even entered her with his tongue during a lap dance, but she had spurned them all, she was equally as disdaining with women.
He didn't know for sure how he would get her... but he knew he must have her. Tonight she was going to be walking home, in a short time. Beside his house there was a small building, abandoned but the way in was easy, the alley door didn't lock. He had made a special place inside, for her. He wanted her there, where he had arranged things over time perfectly. He knew it had to be tonight, he couldn't wait any longer. He dressed for the moment; he wanted it to be perfect. He slipped on his silk shirt, buttoning it up a little more than halfway. He slid into his long tailed coat, his pants were soft cloth and his shoes dark, all black, the way he liked it. He went out into the alley to wait, it wouldn't be long, and she was always around the same time. He could hear her coming, her high heels clicking on the sidewalk, he saw her shadow pass by, right on time, he watched the way the tip of her braid toyed with the tops of her round ass and couldn't contain himself any longer, he lunged out of the alley and wrapped his arms around her waist, pinning her arms slightly above the elbows, his other hand clamped over her mouth, pinching her jaw to keep it shut, he lifted her from her feet and ducked back into the alley. She tried to scream, kicking and twisting, but he wanted her too much to feel it. He pressed back against the door and went in, letting it shut behind him, then kicked the special lock he'd installed from the inside. He didn't want to be interrupted, he'd waited too long.
He felt her go still when she saw what he had made, she was trembling, and he walked her forward, whispering softly in her ear, making sure she would stay quiet. He took his hand away from her mouth, she seemed frozen. He took the chain hanging from the ceiling, and locked it to the collar she wore as part of her uniform; she was trembling, starting to move her arms against his grip. He didn't bother to gag her, nobody could hear her if she made a sound, unless they were in his apartment. He gripped her wrist and raised it, it was tricky to do with only one arm, but he slipped her hand into the leather shackle and tightened it. She was struggling more now, coming out of the shock. He took her arm with the one holding her waist and slipped the one into the shackle again, she kicked back at him, but he was expecting it and stepped aside, she twisted to look at him, and her lips opened wide... she screamed for help... He let her. She lunged at him, and he backed away. Gripping a crank on the wall he turns it... she screamed again... squirming as her arms are pulled up over her head and together by the chain running through both shackles. She was more squirming that screaming though; he could see something in her eyes. Something he liked...he was throbbing so much. He had to have her. He moved forward, she tried to kick him, he caught her leg, she could barely hold herself in that position, he reached down and grabbed another shackle, this one attached to the floor, she tried to kick him with the other leg and gasped in pain as her body swung from her wrists, he dodged and tied down her leg, spread slightly from her hips, he caught the other leg and tied it down... She couldn't lift her feet much, and her legs were spread just enough that he could slide a hand in easily. She was soaking wet...he knew he had been right about her. He was trembling slightly, with lust...he unlaced her corset slowly, savoring the way her large breasts pressed out against it as he did, loved to way the deep red blouse was molded to her round curves like a second skin, outlining her erect nipples, he ripped the corset open only halfway unlaced... he wanted to do this right but he was running out of patience... she had stopped begging... stopped crying... she was breathing in deep gasps, trying to accept things, trying to admit to herself what she wanted, he knew that was what she was thinking. He gripped her breasts, massaged them, squeezed, pinched, twisted, he had wanted to touch them; they felt so good through the silky fabric, just like he had thought they would. He was almost read to orgasm and he hadn't even touched her bare skin yet. He reached to the table he had prepared, and took out the small curved knife... he slit down the front of her blouse... and the bronzed skin and full curves it exposed. He came... his cock exploded against the inside of his pants... he didn't feel embarrassed... he knew how much he wanted her. He heard her gasp...he kissed her skin gently with the knife, not enough to cut her, but to give her a feel of the sensation, he wanted her to feel everything. His hands tore away her miniskirt, snapping the buckles on the side... she didn't wear panties, he knew that, her thighs were tanned and her pussy was shaved, he could see how wet she was, he touched her fully this time, entering her with a finger, she gasped... then moaned, he was amazed at how deep her response was, she orgasmed around his middle finger... He felt how tight she was... and knew the truth... she was a virgin. He had to have her... he was fingering her without thinking... consumed by his lust, he was already becoming aroused again, he became aware of her as she came again, a rippling moan tore threw her body, her bared breasts were heaving, she was begging again, this time for him... He had known she wanted him. He stepped back and threw the lever, with her legged chained she fell backwards, onto the heavy mattress, her legs forced open, her arms still chained, he secured them to floor rings and tightened them again, pulling them above and out to the sides, she was completely secured spread eagle on the bed. He had to have her. He was hard again, throbbing, he would be longer in coming this time... what he had wanted... he undid his pants, pulling it free, long smooth and not to thick, he knew it was the perfect cock... perfect for her. He knelt between her legs, she was soaked, he leaned forward, she squirmed, bucking upwards against the chains, begging for it, he toyed with her, rubbed his cock against her clit, she came again, he was amazed at her sensitivity, he suddenly thrust forward into her, she gasped at the pain, then came, a raging torrent that swept her body away, she had never felt like that, filled completely. He teeth found her round nipple, his lips sucking hard, his fingers rubbing, his other hand was sliding under her, massaging her ass, a finger sliding into her asshole, she lunged up, and that only buried him deeper into her. She was moaning and bucking now, he started to thrust, a slow rhythmic pumping, like a steam engine he pounded into her body, almost pulling out each time, then thrusting back in, working her nipple with his teeth, her breast with his hand, her ass with his finger, and her sopping pussy with his cock, she became a massive orgasming beast, moaning and shivering and gasping. He picked up speed, he had to have her, he was throbbing, he would come sooner than he had ever thought he could, she was perfect, she was his, he exploded, she arched, almost throwing him off with the power of her back and thighs, he clung to her, slamming her back against the mattress, she was very still.. He looked at her carefully, she was breathing deeply, but unconscious, she had passed out. He smiles...he had known it would be perfect. He slid out of her... and curled up next to her. He would wait until he woke up...he buried his fingers within her, keeping her stimulated. He didn't want her to wake up without being in the mood. It was then he would tell her he loved her.