The Shortcut

Her footsteps echoed with each step.

Shit! She thought to herself, they are so loud. How can I walk more quietly?

It was the heels, that last minute choice she made for vanity.

Vanity at the price of safety, she now thought.

But they looked amazing, and they did make her legs -- and ass, she couldn't forget that -- look so good. She just hoped it was worth it.

He had said this alley was a shortcut. It made sense when she asked what route to take, but now it seemed almost stereotypical.

Sure, go down the dark alley waking alone in heals? What could go wrong? She thought, followed by Why did I talk myself into these things?

But she knew the answer, it was fun, it was risky, and somehow that made it sexy. She felt all the same worries and concerns any woman did, but fuck! There was a thrill to it. Who knows what might happen.

Well, that is how she felt when she walked into the alley, but it seemed to get darker and more claustrophobic with every step. It seemed like less of a good idea each time her heel echoed as she walked.

It was like the opening scene of an old movie; woman walks down an alley and something bad is about to happen. She tried to comfort herself by thinking of being on the couch, cuddling into him, and feeling warm and comfortable as he droned on about why this movie -- or scene -- was important. She loved those evenings on the couch, and what came after. He would tease her and make her think he was going to take her right then and there. Sometimes she excused herself to take off her panties, so he didn't have to waste the quarter second it took to pull them to the side.

But then she got busy, climbed the corporate ladder, and then met Lawrence. He met Bethany, and they didn't see each other as much. It was mostly chaste lunches and such -- when she could find the time. He still had it, that calm easy manner that made her want to drop to her knees and crawl under the table for him. To slide her panties off in front of everyone and hand them to him while calling him Sir.

She didn't, of course. It wasn't that kind of dinner. They talked, they laughed, they told stories, and maybe… just maybe… they fucked each other with their eyes. The thing between them never ended, the desire was always there, it never went away. Life just changed underneath them, but sitting there across she just kept hoping he would invite her back with him. Instead, they said their goodbyes and he suggested this shortcut back to her car.

It didn't even feel like a shortcut at this point, more of a detour designed to make her feel nervous, and ready to startle at every echo of her heels bouncing off the brick.

Wait! did she hear another footstep? Was someone in here with her? Did she dare look over her shoulder and look?

I'll be clever, she thought. She stopped and ran her hand up her stocking making as though she were straightening the seam, that would let her glance back and see if anyone was there. Once she did it, it didn't feel quite as clever.

Who stops to do this in an alley on the way home? She questioned herself, and then she just felt foolish. If someone where in the alley, then all she did was put on a show for them. Bent over and let her skirt get tight around her ass and show off her legs. She didn't even see anyone.

She dusted off her ego and started to walk down the alley again. How long was this thing? She started to imagine someone following her, and she felt a shiver go down her spine. She felt so alone, so exposed, could she even get away if there were someone following?

There was no one up ahead, it was dark, but she was sure of that. So, if there was someone, they had to be behind. She would have to run forward, run for all her life to get out of the alley and to the light. In the light there would be her car. In her car she would be safe.

What am I saying? She asked herself. You don't even know that there is anyone. You have just talked yourself into being a scared little puppy.

She never thought of herself as a kitten, always a puppy. Not that it mattered, there wasn't a better choice when it came to walking in the dark scared that someone was following her, but she felt she should at least get points for not being a kitten.

And then she heard it, and actual footfall with its own echo. Not the harsh tap of her heels, but the flat sound of man's shoe.

Heard herself make a small *eep* sound as she realized what she was hearing. She was so startled she couldn't help herself, but it made her feel smaller and more helpless. She might be a puppy, but she also felt like prey.

She panicked; she couldn't remember where her keys were. She was she wouldn't have time to get them between her fingers even if she did. Could she even do anything with them? She just felt so small and scared, she didn't think she could fight.

That left flight, she began to run. She felt so slow in the heels but didn't think she could slow down to kick them off. She barely got a few steps before she was sure that HE was behind her.

HE felt so close, she was sure she could feel is breath on her.

"Please," she whispered, it caught on the way out and she wasn't even sure it was a whole word when she said it.

"Please what?" HE asked. HIS voice felt like a growl. Not loud, but full of force.

She didn't know what to say, what could she say. How could she talk HIM out of… whatever it was HE wanted?

HE wants everything, she thought to herself. HE wants to take everything. She knew it down to the core of her being. She had been so stupid taking this shortcut, stupidly showing off for HIM and thinking she was clever. This was her deepest fear, and it was coming true. She was sure of it. She had to get away.

HE stepped closer, she was sure she could feel the heat from HIS body on her. She was acutely aware of how little she was wearing -- the thin blouse she worse to impress her dinner companion, the honorary amount of silk that attempted to covered her breasts and that bare spot between her legs, a skirt that felt far too short, and garters and stockings.

It had her feel so sexy to put together that ensemble. She felt power in feeling sexy and showing off. She had wanted her friend to want her.

Now all she felt was exposed, as though HE could already see everything and nothing was going to stand in HIS way.

No, she tried to calm herself. It is dark, HE can't see, HE can't know.

"Please Don't", she said, her voice only a little more solid.

If I don't run now, I'll never have another chance, she thought.

She lashed back behind her, expecting to make contact, to deliver a blow that would distract HIM as she made her escape; but she didn't hit anything. She had no idea where he was and that scared her more. She didn't want to risk looking behind her, so she just began to run.

"Bitch!" She heard behind her, and then HIS hard sensible shoes hitting the pavement in pursuit.

She ran, she could barely see where she was going, but she was sure if she just kept going forward the alley would end, she would see her car, and she would be safe. She had no idea how many steps she had made it before she felt her blouse being pulled, a button pop open, and…

*Whomp* and she was slammed up against a wall.

Brick, a thought from nowhere came into her head. The wall is brick, I can feel my nipples being dragged against brick.

Her face was turned, and her cheek pressed up against the wall. She couldn't see HIM, but she could feel HIM pressing her into the wall, holding her in place with HIS body. One hand was down by her side, and she tried flinging it back, but HE never seemed to be there. HE was holding her other hand above her head by her wrist. He squeezed hard and she knew couldn't break free of HIS grasp.

She wasn't some weak little thing. She liked to think she was street smart, she had gotten out of situations before, both with her wit and her skill in the past; but this was different. She wasn't going anywhere, and she was at whatever mercy he might have.

"Where are you going little bitch," HE whispered in her ear. He didn't sound angry, just amused. Angry would have been better, amused just made her feel powerless. It was how she felt, a small and weak little puppy.

"Please don't", she said again.

"Don't do what?" HE teased. "I haven't done anything yet, though I certainly could do anything I wanted, couldn't I?"

She didn't know why, but she felt herself nodding. Her cheek scratching against the rough brick.

And then she felt HIS hand running down her side. The one hand holding her in place, the other slowly exploring from her side down past the hem of her skirt…

She shuddered and whimpered as HE lifted the skirt and began to explore under. HIS hand on her thighs, digging HIS fingers into her flesh.

"Please st…stop" she begged.

"No," HE whispered back.

HE cupped her ass and somehow in the middle of all her fear and worry it almost felt comforting. Warm and strong and gently cupping her. She didn't want to enjoy it, but HE wasn't doing anything worse, right?

HE kissed her neck; it was an oddly tender thing to do. It made her feel even more off center. She didn't allow herself to imagine what might happen next.

But then HIS hands moved on, sliding around the front, and finding the honorary silk triangle that covered her pussy.

HE is going to cut them off, she was sure of it as soon the thought entered her head.

She was sure HE had a knife; she was sure HE would use it… cut off her clothes, maybe cut her? She didn't dare move, but she wanted to shrink away into nothing.

"What may I ask… is the point of this?" HE asked. "Were you planning to show off for someone?"

"No," She lied.

She so wanted to back at the restaurant. When she was flirting over the appetizer, a fantasy ran through her head about stripping down to just bra and panties and then bending down over the table and begging to be fucked right then and there -- no responsibilities, no reputation to worry about, just submission and pleasure. Just pull panties to the side and be taken, like the slut she wanted to be.

HE didn't bother to respond, instead HE just gathered the fabric up in HIS hand -- HIS knuckle rubbing against her clit -- and pulled and twisted feeling it strain and cut into her skin, finally it gave way and tore off her.

"Eh," HE said as he pressed the little ball of silk into her mouth. She tried to clench her jaw, but he just parted her lips and pushed past. "No need to hear your answer."

It was a defeat. She couldn't even stop HIM from doing that when her mouth was shut. She didn't feel like she could spit them back out, let alone speak or cry out.

HIS foot pressed between her shoes and kicked her legs apart. Without warning two of HIS fingers were inside her, they felt as big as a cock. HE never paused, just shoved them in and fucked her roughly with them. In and out, hard and fast, they met no resistance.

"Little bitch is very wet," he commented.

She never let herself consider that her body was having any kind of reaction, but clearly her body had other plans.

Why do I want this? She wondered as she felt her hips automatically twist to meet HIS stroke.

Is this going to make HIM happy? She wondered. Or will he just take even more?

She shut her eyes tight, she was too scared to see what was going to happen.

Again, there was no warning, HIS fingers were gone, and her pussy felt empty like it was still trying to grip around HIM. Like it missed HIM! Then there were in her mouth, she thought HE wanted her to suck them, but HE pulled her ruined panties out. Her tongue slid over them and she could taste herself on HIM.

"Oh," she said. "The little bitch likes how she tastes."

She tried to shake her head no, but she was being spun around and slammed against the wall again. Again, the air left her lungs, all she could do was make a little sob as HE ripped open her blouse. She heard buttons ping off the wall and be lost forever.

She was crying, she was sure she was crying. She was also sure HE didn't care, or worse that HE got off on it. No matter what she did, it just made things worse.

HE didn't bother ripping off her bra, just pulled down to expose her breasts, and grabbed her nipples between HIS fingers and pulled down until she had no choice but to get down to her knees. HE squeezed so hard and pulled them still they stretched. Then suddenly the blood came rushing back, and it hurt even more.

"Since little bitch clearly wants something in her mouth," HE said, "You know what to do."

She froze. She literally had no idea what to do. Everything had been happening to her and suddenly she had to do… something, and she had no idea what it was. Despite her mouth now being empty she still felt like she had been gagged.

HIS hand gathered up her hair and pulled her head back, she looked up trying to convey that she would do what HE wanted, if only HE would just tell her what that was.

HIS smirk was cold, and HE locked eyes with hers and unzipped HIS pants and pulled out his cock.

"Open," HE commanded.

Her mouth was on HIS cock as soon as HE said it. She just had to get through this, and she couldn't freeze up like that again. She didn't want to think what would happen if she made HIM angry or faired to please HIM.

But it was still hard to think, she just hoped it was enough. She licked and sucked and kissed HIS shaft. She wrapped a hand around the shaft and tried stroking it as she took HIS cock.

"Look at me," HE commanded, and did her best to meet HIS eyes as she continued to suck. He sounded angry and she was scared to find out.

"I will take care of that," HE pulled her hand away and dropped it to her lap.

"Play with that cunt little bitch," HE instructed, "and don't stop looking at me."

She tried to nod, so scared what might happen if she broke eye contact. Will he let her go?

Fuck! she thought. She hadn't considered that. He might take her home and just keep using her, or worse. She hadn't thought about worse, but of course it could happen.

She did her best to put on a show for HIM, playing with her clit, pinching her nipples, all with her eyes locked onto HIS.

She felt something building in her as HE began to guide her head on and off HIS cock by her hair. HE started slowly, with long slow strokes. It felt like the pressure building in her was matching how she took HIS cock -- building, building, then backing off.

She was so wet her fingers just slid around her clit. Unconsciously she matched the pace HE was setting. Her fingers sliding their length along her clit until she reached the knuckle, and then back as HE let her breath. Head, fingers, breath…and repeat.

Finally, it just happened. She hadn't even been thinking about cumming, but it just happened. HE moaned around HIS cock as her body shook.

HE took that moment to slap her face so very hard. She it burned and she felt like the redness would be obvious in the dark.

"Did I tell you to stop looking at me?" HE asked.

She didn't dare try and speak, she just locked eyes again, desperately playing with her clit in hopes it would appease HIM.

HIS other hand came down and grabbed its own handful of hair. It was no longer the long slow strokes of having her face fucked. Now it was the other word. HE was forcing her head all the way down, making her feel like she was downing on HIS cock, HE would rapidly pull her head back and she would desperately try and breath before she began to down again.

Maybe HE will cum, the thought felt alien in her head. This was all happening to her, the idea that HE was enjoying this hadn't occurred to her, but maybe he would cum in her and she could collapse and be very small and it would all be over. She would wait until HE was gone and crawl away to…somewhere. That was too many steps ahead to think. She needed to focus on the here and now, maybe HE would cum.

She tried to use any of her skill as he used her face, but honestly what could she do? There was never a paused, HIS cock went so deep it was all she could do to keep from throwing up. Her hands were still putting on their show for HIM and she was feeling the pressure build again.

HE pulled her hair upward threatening to pull it out by the root if she didn't stand up. Her hair was pulled so high she was on her toes. She had no idea where her shoes where they went. They had fallen off her feet at some point a million hurts ago.

A sudden rush of pain as she felt the blow against her breasts. It was so loud she was sure someone might have heard. She kept her eyes on HIS and still valiantly tried to play with her clit.

This seemed to please HIM, and her gave her a kiss.

"Little bitch loves to serve," HE observed.

Just please HIM, she thought, make it through.

"Yes," she said weakly, desperate to make HIM happy. "I am yours, SIR."

"Of course," HE nodded.

HE shoved fingers deep into her pussy and used it hard for a while, then her drew when out and rubbed them on HIS cock.

"Let's hope that is enough," HE said.

Enough for what? She didn't have long to wonder as her nipples were scraping against the brick again, he pushed her forehead to the wall, and pinned her hands beside.

"Don't move," HE commanded, as her skirt was lifted and tucked into the waist.

But where could I go? She was resigned, this was just happening.

At first, she had no idea what was going to happen, and then she realized HE was going to fuck her. Of course, HE was going to… fuck her. Blowjob then sex in this bizarre parody of what comes after a date. Then HE will cum, she felt a moment of hope.

If HE cums, this will be over. She wasn't sure if it was true, but it was the only hope she could muster. This moment would be over.

HE fucked her all right, but what she was expecting. There wasn't even a moment to feel the pain as HIS cock -- slick from her mouth and pussy -- forced HIS way deep into her ass. She didn't feel anything at first. She just knew HIS cock had stretched her open and buried itself all the way in.

And again, a rush of sensation followed. It was barely enough lube to let HIM in, it hurt, it stretched her, it just kept happening.

It had been a while since she had done anal, and how she was bare ass out and exposed in an alley. She began to sob; it was all happening. She was humiliated and on display and she was just a thing for HIM to shove HIS cock into. It was never going to end; she was just there to be used.

The shock of that first hard stroke began to wear off. She hurt. She could feel HIS cock filling her, fucking her.

"Please cum", she whispered, remembering her one hope.

"You first," and HE took her right hand and placed it on her pussy.

It was so tender and hurt when she touched her lips. She didn't think she could bare to touch her clit, but HE forced her hand into place and she just automatically did the rest.

"Please cum," she whispered again.

"You first," HE repeated.

How am I going to cum like this? The first time had been a fluke. So much was happening, her body just reacted. She had to try again, needed to please HIM. She had to do what he commanded.

She began to match the pace as HE slowed down. HE had stopped just punishing her with HIS cock and was… enjoying himself.

"Please cum", she begged.

She felt HIM cock get harder if that was even possible. It gave her a moment of help that she could get HIM there, but also meant he pushed even harder and deeper into her ass.

"Please cum", she begged again.

"You first," HE repeated.

And it set into a pattern, she begged, she pleaded, her tears went down her cheeks; and HE just kept insisting that she had too first. The whole time she played with her clit, matching every stroke, as her nipples felt raw as they rubbed against the brick.

"Cum for me little bitch", HE insisted, and she felt that sine wave again. She tried to tune everything out and just focus on HIS cock and her clit. The whole world went away.

"Please cum…"

"Please cum…"

"Please cum…"

"Please cum…"

She kept saying it like a mantra, she could tell it pleased HIM when she did. She hoped HE got a little closer each time she begged, each time she pleaded, each time her tears rolled off her cheeks.

He's never going to cum, she feared.

He is just going to keep doing this, ramming into her for all to see. How much more could she take? She was exhausted and barely hanging on. It hurt more and more with every stroke and he just kept going.

HE just needs to cum, she assured herself, and then he will let me go.

Well, she prayed HE would let her go. He could just keep her and keep doing this over and over. All the fight had left her long ago. She didn't think she could even try to stop HIM if he tried again.

"Please, please, pl…" and she came, she came harder than she ever had before. She lost control of her legs, as her whole body and just kept shaking. Her nipples ground into the brick over and over. Her mouth opened in a silent scream, but all she did was sob even more.

She didn't fall, HE wrapped HIS arms around her waist and held her as he continued to fuck her ass. She couldn't focus any more, and the world went black…

_ * * \* _

She felt warm, she felt safe, she felt loved. The arms wrapped around her squeezed her a little tighter as she stirred.

"Take it slow," he said.

A bottle of water pressed against her lips, and she gladly sipped.

She let the world solidify into something that made sense, and she looked into his eyes.

"Come here Sir", she said, her voice was raspy. He bent down to kiss her, she kissed back.

"How are you feeling," he asked.

"Amazing Sir," she croaked. She considered for a moment and then said, "Amazing and a bit sore." She nodded at that assessment.

"You are going to be more sore tomorrow," he warned.

She nodded again and snuggled into him.

"sssbeen too long since we did that Sir," she whispered.

"It has puppy," he agreed and kissed her as she drifted off to sleep…

_ * * \* _

This time she was properly awake. She didn't see him at first but then heard rustling in her kitchen.

Her legs were weak, but she willed herself to walk the steps from the couch to the come up behind him and wrap her arms around him. Her face was pressed against his back, he felt so good and warm and lovely.

She enjoyed the moment until a realization hit her: This is my house.

"Wait, how did you get in?" Her voice hurt.

I think it might hurt for a while, she thought as she remembered the relentless use it got.

"We said to aftercare in your car,"

"Well," he broke free of her grasp and turned around to gently boop her nose with his.

"Once we agreed to go all out on this, Lawrence said he wanted me to have the option in case you home if you were really out of it."

"I love that man," she said to the world.

"You picked a good one," he agreed. "Thank him for encouraging us do this when he was visiting his parents."

"Thank him yourself", she sassed. Then not knowing if she was passed consequences followed it up with "Sir."

"I did and I will again" he assured her.

"Do you have to go home soon?" She was scared the answer would be yes.

She wanted more cuddles, she wanted more talking, she might even want more play. She was a greedy puppy, and she just wanted more.

"I can't…" he was looking at the clock on the wall.

"Oh right!" She exclaimed as she remembered. "It's Bethany's big night!"

"I hope it goes well," he said. She knew he was so proud of her, but also worried.

"It will," she kissed him. "You are a good teacher, and her first night as a Domme be great!"

He smiled.

"Sir," She kissed him again, "I have a million questions about how you planned and arranged all of this. Like how did you tear them off so easily? And…"

"We have time for questions puppy," he said.

"And more?" She asked and pressed her naked body into his.

"Insatiable," he smiled.

"Yes," she ground into him a little more.

"But first, make me a snack," she said, switching to her executive voice.

There would be consequences for that, but she was feeling greedy after all.

"Yes ma'am," he demurred, digging his fingers into her ass…