I left Hailey behind in the club. No choice. Too much competition. Jackals surrounded her like gnats on a horse. Not that I could blame them. Not with her wearing that white dress.



“Damn she’s hot,” I reflected, the smell of her perfume lingering in my senses. I reached into my back pocket, pulling out the burner Riley instructed me to buy. The screen looked different. Icons now filled the home screen.



“Riley, you’re an angel.” I had given her the number and she delivered the cloning virus. Now my burner and Hailey’s phone were one and the same. I took a right down the alley, leaned against the bricks about fifteen feet in, hiding in the shadows to flip through her phone, wanting to make sure I had enough information to create another ‘chance’ meeting between us. I needed to meet her. Wouldn’t accept anything less. Saw her earlier that day. I’m not usually the kind of guy to follow a girl, but Hailey and her friend were in a hurry. Everywhere they went, they damn near ran. Followed her for two hours before her and her friend stopped at this club. Bought the burner phone at a gas station down the street after talking to Riley.



“And who do we have here,” I asked myself aloud as I happened upon one of her contacts. “Sister?” It had to be. The resemblance couldn’t be coincidental. Her contact information told me her name. Paige. “Does she dress as skimpily as you do, Hailey?” my mind recalling that dress, the way it barely covered her firm, round rump and the way the front of her dress hung open, drawing the attention of men by displaying her robust cleavage. I sucked the night’s warm air into my lungs through my nose, imagining her long brown, flowing hair, plump lips and accentuated nose.



“I will get to know you, Hailey,” my cock beginning to ache as I imagined the way I wanted to know her. I always knew I would have someone as incredible as her and I wasn’t going to let her slip away. I was determined.



And the burner began to ring.



I stared down at it blankly, wondering who it could be. The ID on the phone didn’t answer that question. I saw only initials. JS. The phone connected without me touching anything and I almost panicked, nearly dropping it. A mute signal flashed onto the screen. Riley’s doing, I hoped. I lifted it to my ear.



“Johnathan?” I heard Hailey’s voice say, barely audible against the club’s pulsating throb. “Wait a sec, baby. Lemme go outside. I can’t hear a word your saying.”



My heart skipped a beat. “Outside?” I thought, looking toward where the alley ended and the sidewalk began. I pressed myself against the wall a little tighter without even thinking about it. A moment later, I could hear her voice again, only this time, I didn’t have the phone pressed to my ear. Her steps approached and my heart went into overdrive.



“That’s better, sweetie,” she said. “Now what were you saying?” her shadow cast from the light behind her, partially into the alleyway, stretching there no more than ten or twelve feet away as my heartbeat continued thudding in my ears.



“A party? Yeah, I think my friend and I would be game for a party tonight, sure.” She took another step forward. I could see her staring at the ground in front of her, lifting a leg as she spoke to some guy named John. “Oh, I can get her to leave,” she added. “Trust me.”



“Don’t let her look this way,” I thought, bringing the burner behind me. I slid it in my pocket, unsure why, or what I was going to do, but it felt right. The next step. Hailey stepped to the side, turning away. A relief. I didn’t want her to see me standing there. She leaned against the wall.



“Do you have anything to make the night a little more interesting?” Hailey asked. “Text me the address. We’ll be there in an hour.”



“You are mine,” my mind insisted. I started walking forward. She hung up the phone, lifted her head up to look at the sky, and I was on her. I reached one hand around her head, the other around her waist. She gulped and tried to scream, but only a muffled yelp escaped her lips. I drug her away from the streetlamps and the passing cars, taking her deep into the long, dark alley. She was stronger than I expected. My mistake, but her struggles only encouraged me more. I tightened my grip around her waist and mouth, stepping backward more vigorously as she squirmed against my grip. Yes, she was strong, but I was stronger. Now I understood why I spent so much time in the gym. Did I know somewhere in the deeper regions of my mind that this day would come? Only the gods could answer that question.



Almost all the way to the back of the alley was a small alcove, a cement landing, with railings surrounding it, standing three feet from the ground, stairs leading off to the side. It was the perfect height. I spun her, pinching her into the landing, prepared to bend her over it when the time came. She was doing everything she could, scratching my arms, yanking at my hands, twisting, arching and bucking, trying desperately to escape. It was no use. I held her firmly for a time. All she was doing really was allowing me to catch my breath while she expended hers.



“Stop fighting me, Hailey. This is going to happen, one way or the other. I don’t want to hurt you but I’ll do what it takes.”



She was breathing heavily. I was too, but not as heavy as she. She felt warm in my arms, bordering on hot. I slid my hand up, cupping a breast. She yelped into the hand covering her mouth.



“Shh, shh, shh,” I said in a calming tone. “This won’t take long, but I swear, if you try to run, try to scream or alert anyone in any way, you’ll regret it. Do you understand?” I asked her.



She nodded her head. God, did she smell good, her perfume filled my nose, sharpness with a round, smooth finish, tainted only slightly with the aroma of booze. She was drunk for sure, but not enough to make her slur her words. Coherent. I wouldn’t have it any other way.



“And do you believe me that I could hurt you if I wanted to?” I asked her making it a point to press my chest against her back, letting her know she was overpowered—that her physical stature and mine were two very different things.



She nodded again. “Good. Now, can I release my hand from your mouth without you screaming?”



Again, a nod.



“Good,” I said. “I want to hear that sexy, silky voice of yours, but not loud, hon. Keep your tone down.” I kept my voice calm, hoping to prompt her to do the same.



“What do you want with me?” she asked, keeping to our agreement. I thrust my hips into her rump, letting her feel my arousal.



“Oh, God, please don’t,” she begged, but I wasn’t about to listen now. With my newly freed hand I reached down, placing my hand on her lovely, powerful hip and I slowly dragged the bottom hem up. I didn’t have to go far. Her buttocks slid from the darkness under her skirt, to the darkness in the alley, her skin was lusciously smooth and soft, softer than I had imagined. “Don’t do this! I’m begging you.” She sounded desperate in her pleas, out of breath, but alive and it was too late. I’d come this far. I wasn’t going to stop now. “I swear I won’t tell anyone if you stop now,” she added. It came out in pants and breaths and my confused mind interpreted it as passion, only fueling me more. I slid my hand around to the front of her thigh.



Damn did she feel strong. Worthy. She felt as worthy as she looked. My cock ached with need. I wanted her so badly.



“No panties?” I asked as my fingers happened forward, brushing against the folds of her pussy. She squirmed again and I knew what was coming next. I removed my hand from her breast, cupping it over her mouth just in time. She tried to scream and began to squirm with more intensity, thrashing around, bucking, pushing, clawing. But I wasn’t going to stop. Even with all that movement, I still was able to work a finger into her cunt.



I pulled back with my upper arm, keeping her pinned against the landing, and I slid my finger deeper into her.



“Your so fucking wet and hot inside, Hailey,” I informed her. She froze temporarily to pinch her thighs together, causing a little discomfort to my hand.



“It’s okay, sweetie. It’s fitting that you’re a fighter. I like a worthy opponent.”



In a flash, she lifted a leg, attempting to find something to push off against. Her foot rose up, her heel hitting the landing and she tried to push off, but I countered, throwing my weight forward. She was no match. I had nearly a hundred pounds of muscle on her. All she really accomplished was giving me easier access. I slid a second finger into her. Her pussy muscles gripped them both.



“That’s it, baby, fuck my fingers.”



“Fuck you,” she panted into my hand.



“Such language from such a pretty girl. Naughty, naughty,” I teased.



She let her leg go, slipping it from the landing, trying to pinch my hand again.



“Open your legs for me, baby. Let me have a better sense of what you feel like inside.”



She shook her head no, her breaths coming in rasps.



“Remember what we talked about. I really don’t want to hurt you, Hailey. You’re too fucking valuable, but I will, girl. I’ll do whatever it takes. I am going to have you tonight.”



She remained still, but I think she was only trying to gather her strength for another go at getting away. I readied myself, but I needed to up the ante.



“You need to let this happen, Hailey. I won’t accept not having you. Do as I say and I won’t hurt Paige.”



“What?” she grunted into my hand. “Paige?”



“That get your attention, dear?”



“Don’t hurt her,” she begged. “Please don’t hurt her.” I could barely understand her, but her pleas were predictable enough to make it easier.



“Can I remove my hand again? So we can discuss terms?”



She nodded and I slowly slid my hand, ready to replace it if I needed to.



“How do you know my sister?” she said, speaking in a low voice. She was concerned, and very curious.



“I have powerful friends, Hailey. You need to remember that through this … ordeal. There’s no way for you to win. Not tonight. Not tomorrow. Not next week. Things don’t go my way, Paige pays the price, got it?”



“Please don’t,” she begged. “Oh, God, please don’t do anything to her.”



“Hands on the pavement in front of you,” I demanded.



“Why?” she asked me. “What are you going…”



“Don’t play dumb, Hailey. You know what I want and you’re going to give it to me … willingly.”



“I can’t,” she said.



I pushed her upper body forward, bending her over across the hip high cement. “Hands on the cement, honey,” I said sweetly. I grabbed one of her hands and placed it where I wanted it, then reached around to the other side, doing the same.



“You need to learn. I am in charge. You will do what I say, when I say it,” I growled in a low tone, my voice threatening in tone and intent.



I brought my hands to her hips again, lifting her skirt high onto her hips and I unzipped myself, bringing my cock out into the open. I slid it between her thighs and she snapped them tighter together.



“Part your legs, bitch,” I growled. “I’m losing my patience here.”



“No,” she said. “Please don’t do this!”



“If I stop, it’ll only be to keep my promise with your sister.”



Hailey’s entire body went rigid. A moment later, she lifted a foot, moving it to the right, then lifted the other moving it a little to the left. She eased herself forward slowly, even arching her back for me, presenting me with my prize.



“Good girl. Thought you’d see things my way. “A little more,” I said. I placed my cock at her entrance but I wanted more room.



“Fuck,” she gasped. She did what I asked but as I added pressure against her pussy, she squeezed it tighter. The harder I tried to push in, the tighter she squeezed her pussy shut.



“I can get it in if I want. All depends on how badly you want this to hurt.”



I shoved a little, thrusting my hips forward. She grunted as the head of my cock pushed into her a little. I had my helmet into her opening.



“Let it loose, Hailey. Let me in there, baby girl.”



“No,” she said. “I’m not going to make this easy for you.”



“Paige will forgive you, I suppose,” I said.



Her pussy loosened up and I slid in. Heavenly. Her pussy felt heavenly. Tight, like a fist, but smooth and silky, the lining of her warm and wet. I slid back out, relishing the way she kept herself tightly wrapped around me. This wasn’t her first rodeo.



“Oh, fuck, you feel amazing,” I said as I slid my cock balls deep into her again. I grabbed her hips and used them for leverage, pulling her onto me as I fucked into her, thrusting my hips, cramming her into the cement with every thrust. I loved the little grunts she gave every time I plunged my cock into her cunt and how her juices made little, slick squishing noises.



“You fuckin’ love this shit, don’t you?” I asked her.



“Fuck you,” she said. “You’re making me do this, you son of a bitch!”



“You’re pussy’s so fucking wet. Don’t lie.” I grunted myself, slamming into her again, speaking between continuing thrusts. “You wanted this to happen. You dressed for it too, didn’t you? I mean shit. You didn’t even wear panties.”



“I never do. I don’t like them,” she argued.



“An excuse. You like to be accessible. You like making it easy, so when the time comes all a guy has to do is lift your skirt a little and stick it in.”



“No,” she whined. “That’s not true.”



“Admit it, bitch,” I growled. I reached up and took her by the hair. “Tell me you like having my cock in your cunt.”



“No!” she rebelled.



I yanked her body back into me, wrapping a hand around her neck, gripping her there like a vice against me, but kept fucking her juicy cunt.



“Then why are you wet? Why is your cunt massaging my cock? Admit it. You like it.”



She kept silent as I held her body close to mine. I reached forward, sliding her blouse aside with my free hand, bringing her chest out. I cupped one breast, feeling her nipple. Hard as a pebble. She liked it all right.



“I don’t like it. You’re raping me, you fucking pig,” she said, but she was making sure to keep her voice down, like a good little slut.



“Well, you better get used to it,” I said, a new idea dawning upon me.



“Huh?” she said.



I slammed my hips into her again, cramming my cock as deeply as I could get it. “Yeah, I said it. You’re going to keep meeting me. Once a week. For this.” I jammed my hips forward, making sure she knew what I meant.



“The fuck I am,” she said.



“A part of me almost hopes you don’t, Hailey. I mean, hell, I kind of wonder if Paige’s pussy is as tight as yours is. Maybe it’s tighter, even,” I said.



“You promised you wouldn’t if I … well, I’m doing it, okay. You didn’t say I had to like it and you sure as fuck…”



“I’m upping the deal. I’m liking this too much to be a one-time thing. You keep fucking me until I either get bored of it, or else.”



Before she could respond, I flipped her over, bringing her to the pavement. Surprised, she threw her arms around me. I parted her legs and slid myself back in. This time, she didn’t try to squeeze me out.



“This isn’t fair,” she panted.



“I’ve wanted you since the moment I saw you and I aim to have you. You belong to me now.”



“No. I don’t,” she said, but her stomach shivered when I spoke.



“Can I change her mind this way?” I wondered.



“Your pussy belongs to me now, Hailey. It’s mine. I own it.” I gripped her hair again, yanking it backward, pinning her head against the pavement.



“No,” she continued to argue. “You don’t.”



“Fuck me back, bitch,” I growled. “You know you want to. Tell me you like it.”



“No, I’m…”



I let go of her hair and grabbed her by the throat, squeezing hard.



“Ask me to fuck you harder,” I demanded.



Still, she shook her head no. My mind was filled with need, greed and rage.



“Say it, bitch!” I growled again, squeezing a little harder.



Finally, she nodded, convinced by her lack of air.



“Fuck me harder,” she said with no passion or enthusiasm.



“Like you mean it. Last warning, Hailey. I’m almost ready to give up on you and move on to your sister.”



“Harder, okay. Please?” she begged, but it wasn’t the type of begging I wanted.



“Please what?”



“Fuck me harder. You can, okay. You can fuck me as hard as you want to.”



That was a little better.



“Tell me I own your pussy. Say it, or I swear, I’ll rape your ass next time.”



“Doesn’t sound like I have much choice, do I? Do whatever the fuck you say, or my sister pays for it.”



“You’re getting it,” I said.



She shook her head. “Fine. You own me. I give up, okay. Do whatever you want to me.”



“Better,” I said. “You actually sounded like you enjoyed saying it that time.”



“Just shut up and finish fucking me, okay.”



And that’s how I broke Hailey. Like a stallion would, she fought me every step of the way, not giving into my demands easily, but deep down, I didn’t want her to. I wanted her to fight me, because there is no joy in owning a dishrag. Hailey’s no dishrag. She a purebred through and through and it was an honor to break her.



“Suck my cock clean, bitch,” I demanded after I came inside of her. I could see her eyes sparkling in the night and it didn’t take much coaxing to get her onto her knees. She did as asked, with little hesitation.



“Next Friday. Same time, same place. Let’s keep your sister nice and cozy in her bed where she belongs, huh?” I said, but even as I said it I wasn’t so sure. Hailey was an amazing woman, that much was true, and I owned her now. She couldn’t defy me without betraying her sister, but wouldn’t having two sisters be twice as good?



Perhaps upping the deal would be in order someday soon. If I convinced Hailey to agree to everything I wanted tonight, perhaps she could be convinced to bring her sister to me someday.



I think I’m going to find out.

 

Normally, I don't ask for feedback on stories I write, but I'd like to make an exception in this case. I get a lot of requests (mostly from women (go figure)) to write rape stories, but I don't typically fantasize about rape. I have found it very difficult to write these types of stories for that reason. In this story, however, I think I found a voice and approach that works. I'd like to know if that's my ego talking, or if I did, in fact, finally write this type of story in a way that (women mostly), will like. Please take a moment (if you are a woman with this type of fantasy), to let me know.

 

Thank you for taking the time to reply. I definitely think it needs some editing. More description in places. Do you see any other weaknesses?

 

Great story

 

Good story it flowed very well and kept me interested. The mind is the best place to be

 

Thanks for the feedback. Story flows, got it! lol

 

Thought the phone virus was creative. Not as pandering to male sexuality as usual.

 

I appreciate any thoughtful criticisms I get, but I am unclear what you mean about the pandering to male sexuality. Can you please expand? I find this comment interesting and I am a man, so sometimes we can be a little dense about these types of things. lol

Also, I did leave this story open ended. It could become a longer story, but I would like to make sure this story is worth that kind of effort. As stated previously, this is not the kind of story I normally write, so I'm unsure if it's worth the effort.

 

I vouch for more please! Amazing story.