Madison cursed her body for betraying her. ![]() Her nipples responded immediately, becoming hard and painfully erect. With unexpected speed, he ripped her bra from her body, freeing her breasts and exposing them to the air. The other hand released her pinned arm long enough to roughly pull the overcoat from her shoulders and drop it to the pavement between them. The invasive hand and arm held her body across her chest, squeezing and pushing her breasts up high. Yet, it also sent waves of exhilaration throughout her body. It was met with another sharp pinch on her nipple. Again, Madison thrashed about, trying to free herself. it all had a familiarity to her that was starting to resonate. The sensation momentarily froze Madison in place. His fingers and thumb slid up the cup of her bra, and collapsed down onto her nipple, and pinched sharply. The hand aggressively mauled her breast, squeezing harder as she struggled. Madison struggled even more, but he still had control of her. The strong hand slid up her chest and slapped her left breast, then pawed it firmly - his one hand completely cupping her, squeezing her flesh tight between his fingers like it was so much warm butter. "Be still! I have you! You're not going anywhere!" Madison twisted her body harder, but even with one arm, he still had control over her. His hand slipped into the opening of her overcoat, landing a warm hand on her abdomen. Her attacker maneuvered her arm behind her back and used it to forcibly guide her around like a puppet. But no matter which way she twisted, she couldn't break free. Madison twisted her body and pulled at the arm across her chest. "Be quiet!" the deep male voice commanded. She kicked wildly and screamed into the palm of the hand over her mouth. Her mind processed all this, while still trying to escape the grip of her assailant. It stunk like it had been exposed to the elements for years. From what little she could see, the arm was sleeved in an old camouflage army jacket. She was dragged out of the light and back into the alley shadow. She walked to the intersection, then back to the entrance of the alley.Ī strong arm wrapped around her chest, accompanied by a hand cupped over her mouth, muffling her startled scream. Leaving the relative safety of the alley, she expanded her nervous pacing, unaware that every footfall of her heels broadcasted her location like a beacon. Perhaps subconsciously, perhaps nervously, she constantly scanned both streets for signs of motion and still saw nothing. She continued pacing at the edge of the alley. There was no other signs of life and she acknowledged that she was alone. She paused every so often to looking down Paper Street, then up to Randolph. Madison started pacing in and out of the alley shadow. and yet this new-found place - being His submissive - was the happiest she had ever been. and yet she needed and desired His permission to do nearly everything! Madison had become a complete slave to His dominance and sexual whims. She was an intelligent, independent, well-educated woman - she even graduated at the top of her class. Sometimes it seemed as if she couldn't even do something as mundane as stir her tea without his approval. Her thoughts drifted to all of the previous times she had lost all sense self-control to Him. This abandoned factory was giving her the creeps. Madison focused on her stilettos, trying to distract herself with thoughts of how sexy they were. She had picked up some residue of dust someplace and it had dulled the mirror shine on her shoes. She glanced down at her 4-inch black stilettos. But the coat was keeping her warm enough they were sexy, but stockings gave her no warmth whatsoever. The foggy night air had a slight chill, and it wasn't helping that she wore nothing more than lingerie and stockings under her overcoat. With both hands on her overcoat, Madison pulled the lapels tight over her chest, crossing her arms over her breasts in an attempt to keep them warm. This was the place she was ordered to go, but she kept that detail to herself. ![]() The taxi driver that dropped her at the corner of Paper Street and Randolph Avenue kept asking if this was where she really wanted to go. The entire complex around her was once part of a long abandoned parts-assembly plant. Beyond the one working lamp, there was a vacant lot with the remains of another industrial brick building. Up the road, there were other streetlamps, but the night's fog obscured them and anyone else that might be lurking in the darkness. Across the street was the only working streetlamp for at least a hundred yards. It was formed by two four-story brick buildings and was barely wide enough to back a delivery truck up to the loading dock at the far end. Madison stood at the entrance of the alley.
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