"Where you think you're going, babe?" The voice came out of the shadows. Amy stopped, looked toward the voice, and backed up against the wall of the passageway. She knew she shouldn't have cut through this alley, but it was the quickest way to her car from work.

A man stepped out of the shadows, wearing a ski mask. He held a knife in his hand, pointed downward but ready. "I think you and me has some business," he said.

"Please," Amy said. "Don't"

"Too bad about that, babe" he said. "Your number just came up."

Amy's head whipped back and forth as she looked for help or escape. There was none. With a cry, she launched herself back up the alley. The man's hand flashed toward her, twisting to turn the knife blade away. Hammer-like, his hand crashed into her temple. She dropped limply to the ground.

When she awoke, Amy was immediately aware that she was tied down and gagged. She was on a sofa in what seemed to be a warehouse. A cheap cotton rope, soft but tough, bound her wrists and pulled her arms above her head. Her ankles were tied, too. One leg was lifted onto and over the back of the sofa; the other off the seat and onto the floor. There was some, not much, slack in the rope that bound her feet. She was still clothed. Tape covered her mouth, wrapped around her aching head.

"Welcome back," a voice said from behind her. She looked up as best she could. He was sitting near but behind her head, a magazine in his lap, still wearing the ski mask. "Ready for some fun, babe?"

Amy tried to talk, to plead with him, but the gag made it impossible to do more than make meaningless sounds. She quit after a few attempts, watching as the man stood and walked toward the end of the sofa where she could see him better. He knelt down beside her.

"Now, you got just two choices about this," he said. "You can relax and get behind it, or you can fight it." He reached out a hand and brushed the hair out of her eyes. "But it won't make no difference which way you go. The same thing gonna happen either way."

He let the hand rest on her shoulder. "You know what's gonna happen, don'cha?"

Amy tried to scream but it came out muted, forced through her nose instead of her mouth. She threw her head back and forth, twisted on the sofa, kicked her feet. The man pulled his hand back and slapped her hard. The blow snapped her head to the side. Tears leaped to her eyes as the pain registered. She cried out again, and again felt her cry muffled by the gag.

"That's stupid," he said, "trying to yell like that. Don't do it again unless you wanna get hit. Can't nobody hear you anyhow."

He brushed away a tear from the cheek he had slapped. His hand was rough against the stinging skin of her face. He raised the hand and stroked her hair gently.

"You be good and I'll be easy on you," the man said. "I don't wanna hurt you, just get me some pussy. You let me do you, you be good, and I'll treat you nice. You fight me, you piss me off, you make it hard for me, I'll make it harder for you. You understand me?"

Amy turned her head to the side and didn't answer. She closed her eyes so that she wouldn't have to look at him. He grabbed her jaw and twisted her face toward him. Her eyes popped open.

"You understand me?" he said. "I'm not kidding. If you don't go along I'll have to hurt you to get what I want. You understand?" His strong hand squeezed her face hard.

Tears started again. Amy nodded once against the pressure of his hand, and the man relaxed his grip.

"That's better," he said. "You'll like it better if you go along. You can do it hard or you can do it easy. Don't matter much to me. I can get off either way. I done this before, babe."

He put a hand on her breast and kneaded it. Amy jerked and tried to push herself back into the sofa. She twisted on the sofa, trying to move herself away from his hand. The man grabbed a nipple between thumb and finger and pinched hard, twisting it. The pain brought a gasp and fresh tears.

"There you go again," he said, "just like you didn't hear a word I said." He pinched again, even harder, making her cry out sharply. Then, having emphasized his point, he began to stroke her breast again. "See there," he said, "you give me the chance, I'll be nice. You wanna fight me, I like it that way, too. So just keep it up and see what it gets you."

The man was on his knees beside the sofa. He raised his other hand and began to massage the other breast, too. He cupped his hands below them and pushed up; he curled his fingers around them and kneaded them; he stroked his fingers down along the tops; he brushed the nipples with the backs of his fingers.

"I like tits like yours, babe, firm but soft. You don't need to wear that bra, do ya? I bet your tits stand up all by themselves." He tried to slide a hand into Amy's blouse, but the angle was awkward. Instead, he pushed his fingers down inside the cup of her bra, rubbing the backs of them against her breast. Then he slid them out again, put two fingers into her blouse at the first fastened button between Amy's breasts. With a sudden downward jerk, he ripped the blouse opened. Buttons flew and one skittered across the floor. Three buttons had popped loose. He grabbed the sides of her blouse with both hands and ripped the remaining two apart.

"Ooh, that's a pretty bra," the man said, admiring the red lace that cupped her breasts. "I guess if you gotta wear one, that's the way to go. Shame I gotta cut it to get it off."

He reached above her head and when his hand came back into view it had the knife in it, the long slim blade reflecting the soft light. The back of his hand rested on her stomach as he turned the knife on its side and slipped the tip under the narrow band between the two cups. Amy shrank from it, hollowing her chest, as the blade slid upward, the back of it against her skin, sharp but not cutting. The man flicked upward with the tip and the blade cut through the stiff material easily. The weight of Amy's breasts pulled the two sides apart. He put the knife back out of sight without moving his eyes from her.

"Yeah," said the man appreciatively, lifting the cut sides of her bra away and folding them back, "those are nice tits, alright." Gently, he touched one nipple with a soft palm, stroking it with a rolling motion. Amy was horrified to feel it stiffen in response.

"Umm, look at that," the man said. "Guess what we got here? Is that nipple getting hard on you, babe? Am I getting to you?"

He bent down and touched her nipple with the tip of his tongue. He licked it with his tongue, running the rough surface along the top of it. Then he slipped his lips over the nipple and sucked on it gently. The nipple got even harder.

"Oooee," he said. "I like that, babe. You got gorgeous tits, don'cha?" He sucked harder, pulling more of her breast into his mouth. Then he pulled back and nibbled on it. It was the same nipple he had pinched earlier. It was sore and raw but felt soothed by his mouth and stimulated by his nipping teeth. Amy whimpered as she felt herself respond to him. To her horror, she felt a dampness beginning between her legs.

"Time to get down to business, babe" the man said. "I'm gonna take this gag offa you. You ready to be smart?" He looked at her, waiting for an answer. Amy nodded, realizing she really had no choice but to go along. She hated it, feared it almost to panic, but, in the back of her mind, another part of her was strangely stimulated.

He scratched at the tape along her cheek and worked the end free. "I'm gonna do this quick so it don't hurt much," he said, "but don't you yell. Understand?" Amy nodded again.

With a quick jerk, the man ripped the tape across her face, pulling it free. He grabbed the other side, which was still stuck to her cheek, and pulled it loose as well. It stung, but Amy kept quiet. The tape still went behind her head, stuck to her hair. He didn't bother with it.

"Look at those sweet lips," he said, "sorta pouty- like. I like that." He reached above her and brought his hand back into view with the knife again, waggling it to be sure she saw it. "Now be real smart."

He rested the knife gently against her throat, then leaned down and kissed her. His lips were soft, his face prickly with stubble, his breath smelled of cigarettes. The man licked her lips, nibbled at the bottom one, and pushed his tongue into her mouth. Amy neither resisted nor participated. He pulled his head back.

"Kiss me back, dammit!" He wiggled the knife blade against her throat. Then he leaned down and kissed her again. This time, reluctantly, she kissed him back. He pressed his tongue into her mouth and she accepted it, licked it, played with it.

"That's better," the man said. "That's a lot better." He stood up. "Now, you and me are gonna play some games, you know. It's like I said before, you can either do it easy or hard. But it's time to start."

The knife dangled in one hand. He raised the other hand to his waist and began to undo his belt.

"No," Amy whimpered.

"Yes," the man said. "Don't give me no shit, now. Just take it easy."

He unfastened the top of his pants and slid the zipper down. Putting the knife down again, he placed both hands at his hips and slid pants and underwear down to his knees. His penis dangled, half hard. Amy turned her face into the back of the sofa and closed her eyes.

The man sat on the sofa beside her. He pushed his pants down over his legs and all the way off, stripping off his socks at the same time.

"Now, sugar, what I want is some of that mouth action. You hear me? I want you to suck me with that fine mouth of yours." He climbed onto the sofa, one knee on either side of Amy's waist. She flicked her eyes open, glimpsed his expanding penis, and shut them again, burying her face in the sofa back.

"Now that's not gonna do you any good," the man said, scooting forward toward her face. "You're gonna suck my dick, and you're gonna do it good, not some half-assed job."

He was close enough now. Amy could feel the heat of him on her face and the weight of him straddling her chest. He leaned forward and his penis brushed her cheek. She heard him pick up the knife again.

"Now, no shit, babe, I'm tired of arguing with you. I want you to open your mouth for me. Else I'm gonna cut you. Now!"

Amy's eyes popped open. His penis hovered just above her face. The man waved the knife slowly, then placed his hands on either side of her head on the arm of the sofa and shifted his weight forward. He guided his penis toward her face and brushed it against her lips.

"Open up, babe. Time to go to work."

Amy let her mouth relax, and her lips opened slightly. He placed the tip of his stiffening penis between them and pressed forward. It slid between her lips and into her mouth. Carefully, she gripped him with her lips, protecting him from her teeth. The odor of him filled her nostrils, musty and thick. His taste was slightly sour, slightly salty.

"That's right, babe. You doing good. Don't make no mistakes, now. Just suck on my dick. You know you like it." He pushed deeper into her mouth until the head of his penis touched the back of her throat. Amy gagged, and he pulled back.

"Oh, yes," the man said, "that sure feels good, babe. Suck my cock like a good girl. Eat my dick."

He began to rock back and forth, in and out of her mouth. She wrapped her lips around him, sucking on the end of it.

"Use your tongue, girl," he told her. "Rub the bottom of my cock with your tongue. Hold me tight while I fuck your mouth with my big dick. That's it, sugar, suck me."

His penis was rock hard, now. He slid it in and out of her sucking mouth. He pulled it all the way out. Amy's mouth made a kissing sound as it popped out. He pushed his wet penis around her face, over her cheeks. Amy reached for it with her lips, trying to capture it again. He toyed with her, touching her lips but pulling back when she tried to push her mouth around him. Then he let her catch him but lifted higher so that she could just touch the tip with her lips. Slowly, he pressed forward until the head was in her mouth.

"Suck it now, babe. Suck on that dick. You know you like it. Blow me, sugar. Eat my cock."

Amy sucked on the end of his penis, grasping the head between her lips tightly and making a vacuum. She waggled her tongue back and forth under the soft head where she knew it was most sensitive.

The man groaned. He pushed forward, sinking himself deep into her mouth again, pulling back, pushing in again. He began to fuck her mouth hard, shoving in deep and then pulling back out before it had time to choke her. He whipped his penis in and out of her mouth. Amy was breathing hard, catching her breath in gasps between his pushes and pulls. There was no use resisting, she thought. Maybe he'll cum in my mouth. That'll be awful, but better than...

The man was clearly ready to cum. He was gasping, too, as he pushed in and out of her mouth. Amy sucked harder to try to make him cum. She shook her head back and forth as he fed his penis into her mouth, moaning deep in her throat. The moans, she knew, not only were sexy in themselves but also added vibration to her sucking, grasping work on his penetrating penis.

Suddenly, he pulled back, jerking out of her mouth. He sat back on her chest, face to the ceiling, eyes closed. His ragged breathing slowed and steadied.

"Oh, my, that was close," he said. "I almost came right in your mouth, babe. I just about filled you up with cum. But I've got other plans for you. It's too soon."

The man twisted around, swinging his leg across her so that he could sit on the sofa beside her. He leaned back across her and continued to catch his breath. His penis relaxed a little.

"That was real nice, babe," he said. "That was real smart of you. You just do what I tell you and nothing bad's gonna happen to you. If you give me what I want, I won't hurt you."

Amy was still afraid, but she wanted to believe him. Maybe she would get out of this after all. The thought of rape was awful. She hated that he had forced himself into her mouth. But it was by no means the first penis she had sucked. It hadn't been that bad. In fact, if it hadn't been for the circumstance, it might have been pretty good. (What was she thinking!)

And now he was going to rape her, she thought. He was going to force his prick into her pussy. A strange man was going to fuck her and shoot his cum inside her. And there was nothing she could do about it. It frightened her, repelled her. But in a strange way it also excited her. She had grown increasing wet between her legs while he made her suck his cock. She knew he would feel it if he touched her there.

The man sat up and turned toward her.

"Well, let's just see what we got here," he said. He looked at her torso, bare to the waist except for the pieces of blouse and bra that draped her shoulders. He reached down to her stomach and began to unfasten the buttons of her jeans.

Amy held very still as the man unbuttoned her pants. There seemed no point in objecting. She was tied up and couldn't get free; he had the knife to control her. She shuddered as his hands worked down toward her crotch, pressing against her pussy from outside her pants. He unfastened the last button.

"Yes, let's see what you got in here," he said. "I suspect it's a juicy pussy."

For a moment, Amy thought he must know she was already hot. He slid a hand down her belly, under her panties, and onto her mound. Wiggling his fingers through the hair, he cupped his fingers around her pussy. He slid a finger between the lips. Now he knew for sure.

"Oh-oh!" he said. "Somebody's getting hot."

Hating herself, Amy writhed at the touch of his finger. She pulled her hips back to try to evade its penetrating touch. The man slipped his finger back and forth along her slit. With his fingertip, he pressed at the back of her vagina. His finger eased into her slightly. But her tight jeans left little room to move.