Keong19
13-10-2006, 02:23 PM
He saw her outside the Science building, a tiny perfect woman, all tits and ass, with curly red hair and bright green eyes, striding purposefully, happily along, books loading her down. He followed her at once, across campus to the dorm building. He hated dorms, but on the other hand, the University was his prime hunting turf.
He loved to get these snotty, rich, know-it-all white girls and drag them through the dirt, show them who was boss, show them how low and filthy and worthless they were. This redheaded bitch would learn that too.
Ashley blinked, then pulled her eye from the microscope's eyepiece and rubbed her eyes. It was past nine. She had better head home if she was going to get any sleep tonight. She slipped on a denim jacket, scooped her books into her gym bag, then headed for the science building's door.
It was already dark outside and a little cool. She hugged herself as she walked across the parking lot towards the bus stop. It was a lot darker than usual out and she glanced around curiously. The street lights were out, she saw, at least along this block. She hoped the bus wouldn't drive by and miss her.
She stepped into the bus shelter, putting her bag on the seat and zipping up her jacket. She hated cold. At barely ninety seven pounds she had no fat to speak of to protect her from the cold.
Of course, she was barely five feet tall as well, so she wasn't all that light for her size.
A man walked along the sidewalk. She kept her eye on him. It was after dark, after all, and there was nothing around her except the parking lot and the empty science building behind it. She didn't like his looks, but it seemed he would pass by.
Then he stopped and walked into the shelter. She stepped closer to the other side of the shelter, giving him lots of room. He was a big guy and needed it.
She felt him looking at her and her pulse grew more rapid. She cursed herself for being paranoid, then looked at her watch, wishing the stupid bus would be early instead of late, like normal.
"Hi."
Her heart gave a lurch and she turned to look at him momentarily. She wasn't sure what to do. Ignoring him would be outright rude and insulting, but he looked rough and dirty...
"Hi," she said, as brusque and unfriendly as she could manage without giving offense, she hoped.
"What's your name?"
"Sara," she replied. It was a lie, but she didn't want him knowing anything about her.
"You got nice hair, Sara. I love red hair." She had curly, shoulder length red hair and he reached out and slid his fingers through it on the right side. She shuffled forward a bit, going deeper into the shelter, but he moved forward too.
"You're a real pretty little thing. You know that?"
"Thanks," she gulped, praying he'd get lost, or that the bus or anybody would come.
"Always loved red hair," he mused. "Is it natural?" She didn't answer, hoping now that ignoring him would discourage him.
"Hey, is it natural?" he poked her shoulder and she turned, glaring up at him. He was well over six feet tall and must weight way more than twice what she did.
"Yes! Okay!" she snapped.
"Don't get bitchy, Sara. Just wondered is all. So many of you broads dye your hair a guy's gotta check your pussy to make sure half the time." She turned away again, turning her back on him.
"You got a nice ass too. You know that?" Her heart was pounding furiously now, her body tense as her fear grew. Her pulse was hammering in her throat and she was breathing in shallow little pants.
"Real nice little ass," he sighed. "Nice body, in fact. You're kinda little but you got a nice little body. Hard to see what your tits look like with that jacket closed though. Why don't you open it and let me see."
"Please leave me alone," she said, her voice small.
"Leave you alone? I ain't hurtin' you, baby. I ain't touching you. I just asked is all. I wanted to see if you got nice tits like you got a nice ass." She turned away again, ignoring him, her skin tingling, light headed with terror now.
"Hey, I bet a guy my size would really squash you down, huh? I bet you prefer fucking on top." Again she didn't' answer.
"Or maybe you like the doggie style, huh? You like it on all fours, that round, tight little ass in the air. Zat it? Huh? Hey Sara, I asked you a question."
"Leave me alone!" she cried, turning and trying to dart past him. He backed up into the entrance, completely blocking it as he leered down at her.
"Let me out," she demanded, her voice quavering.
"Why? The bus ain't here yet. Hey, I bet you got one really tight little snatch there." He reached towards her and she jumped back, almost falling down in her haste to evade his touch. He sniggered and folded his arms across his chest.
"Real, real tight," he said, his eyes sliding up and down her body. "Tell me what your favorite position is, Sara."
"Please leave me alone," she whispered, hovering on the edge of tears.
"I ain't hurting you, Sara, baby. I just wanted to know what your favorite position is. You ain't a lezzie, are you? You like licking pussy, sucking on clitties, sucking tits? Huh?" She turned away, looking in all directions for any signs of anybody.
"I do. You know, I wouldn't blame you if you liked that. Nothing better than sucking on a nice titty I always said. Hey. Tell me, You got big brown nipples, or nice little pink ones? I bet you got nice little pink nipples, don't you?"
"Please go away?" she begged, her voice breaking now as she fought to hold back tears.
"Hey. I'm just waiting for the bus, baby." He moved forward and she cringed back into the far corner, her eyes wide as she stared at him.
"You ever deep throated? You know guys really love deep throating. I could show you how if you want." She trembled and began to weep. He grinned, his hand coming out and touching her hair again.
"Real nice hair," he said. His fingers slid through her hair with growing possessiveness, his body blocking her back into the corner. She was sniffling and trembling and looking down at the ground as he gripped the zipper of her jacket and slowly eased it down until he could open her jacket and look at her body. She was wearing a red button down shirt. He looked at it for a few moments.
"Looks like you got nice titties in there, Sara. Hey. Could I see them? Huh? I'd really like to see them." She wept harder.
"I bet that shirt would tear in pieces without half trying. How bout you open your shirt and let me have a see huh? Come on. Open it. Just unbutton the shirt for me, baby. Come on. Do it." She was terrified he'd hurt her and her fingers moved, trembling and shaking to the buttons. Her mind was blasted with waves of terror and fear and humiliation and she couldn't think straight.
One by one she unbuttoned them until she reached her pants.
"Pull it out of the pants and open it," he said, his voice impatient. She did as he told her, shaking and whimpering, dazed and fearful.
"Nice little bra, but I want to see what kind of nipples you got. Let's see, baby. Let's see the nipples."
She unclipped the bra and then let it slide aside, covering herself with her shaking hands. Tears were streaming down her cheeks now and her eyes were blurred by them as she huddled miserably in the corner.
"Let's see them," he demanded. She slowly, tremblingly, pulled her hands apart and down, standing, slumping in the corner, her head bowed, body quivering.
"They're nice and pink, ain't they. Do they get real big when your boyfriend sucks them? Or is it your girlfriend? Huh? Huh? Hey, Play with them, Sara. Pinch them and roll them in your fingers. I want to see them hard."
Dazedly, she did what he ordered, her hands going to her breasts, slowly rubbing her nipples as he looked down.
"Why don't you take off that shit? Just let the shirt and jacket slide down to the ground, baby. I want to see how nice you look without them. His hands touched her clothes for the first time, pushing her shirt and jacket across her shoulders, along with her bra. They all slid down her arms and dropped off onto the floor, leaving her naked from the waist up.
"Now the pants."
"Please," she moaned.
"What?"
"Please. Please don't," she wept.
"The pants, you slut. Take off the pants." His voice and presence were so menacing she thought she might faint.
"Take them off!" he yelled. She screamed in shock, and her hands quickly unsnapped her pants, then eased down the zipper. She let the pants slid down off her hips to her knees.
"The panties. Push them down, whore." She pushed them down, sobbing loudly now, gut wrenching sobs that made the tears drop down onto her naked breasts.
"Whore. Look at that pussy. Sure is shaved nice. That's so you can wave your ass around in those tiny little bikinis, isn't it? Huh Slut? Whore? Take them off completely, and the shoes and socks."
He loved to get these snotty, rich, know-it-all white girls and drag them through the dirt, show them who was boss, show them how low and filthy and worthless they were. This redheaded bitch would learn that too.
Ashley blinked, then pulled her eye from the microscope's eyepiece and rubbed her eyes. It was past nine. She had better head home if she was going to get any sleep tonight. She slipped on a denim jacket, scooped her books into her gym bag, then headed for the science building's door.
It was already dark outside and a little cool. She hugged herself as she walked across the parking lot towards the bus stop. It was a lot darker than usual out and she glanced around curiously. The street lights were out, she saw, at least along this block. She hoped the bus wouldn't drive by and miss her.
She stepped into the bus shelter, putting her bag on the seat and zipping up her jacket. She hated cold. At barely ninety seven pounds she had no fat to speak of to protect her from the cold.
Of course, she was barely five feet tall as well, so she wasn't all that light for her size.
A man walked along the sidewalk. She kept her eye on him. It was after dark, after all, and there was nothing around her except the parking lot and the empty science building behind it. She didn't like his looks, but it seemed he would pass by.
Then he stopped and walked into the shelter. She stepped closer to the other side of the shelter, giving him lots of room. He was a big guy and needed it.
She felt him looking at her and her pulse grew more rapid. She cursed herself for being paranoid, then looked at her watch, wishing the stupid bus would be early instead of late, like normal.
"Hi."
Her heart gave a lurch and she turned to look at him momentarily. She wasn't sure what to do. Ignoring him would be outright rude and insulting, but he looked rough and dirty...
"Hi," she said, as brusque and unfriendly as she could manage without giving offense, she hoped.
"What's your name?"
"Sara," she replied. It was a lie, but she didn't want him knowing anything about her.
"You got nice hair, Sara. I love red hair." She had curly, shoulder length red hair and he reached out and slid his fingers through it on the right side. She shuffled forward a bit, going deeper into the shelter, but he moved forward too.
"You're a real pretty little thing. You know that?"
"Thanks," she gulped, praying he'd get lost, or that the bus or anybody would come.
"Always loved red hair," he mused. "Is it natural?" She didn't answer, hoping now that ignoring him would discourage him.
"Hey, is it natural?" he poked her shoulder and she turned, glaring up at him. He was well over six feet tall and must weight way more than twice what she did.
"Yes! Okay!" she snapped.
"Don't get bitchy, Sara. Just wondered is all. So many of you broads dye your hair a guy's gotta check your pussy to make sure half the time." She turned away again, turning her back on him.
"You got a nice ass too. You know that?" Her heart was pounding furiously now, her body tense as her fear grew. Her pulse was hammering in her throat and she was breathing in shallow little pants.
"Real nice little ass," he sighed. "Nice body, in fact. You're kinda little but you got a nice little body. Hard to see what your tits look like with that jacket closed though. Why don't you open it and let me see."
"Please leave me alone," she said, her voice small.
"Leave you alone? I ain't hurtin' you, baby. I ain't touching you. I just asked is all. I wanted to see if you got nice tits like you got a nice ass." She turned away again, ignoring him, her skin tingling, light headed with terror now.
"Hey, I bet a guy my size would really squash you down, huh? I bet you prefer fucking on top." Again she didn't' answer.
"Or maybe you like the doggie style, huh? You like it on all fours, that round, tight little ass in the air. Zat it? Huh? Hey Sara, I asked you a question."
"Leave me alone!" she cried, turning and trying to dart past him. He backed up into the entrance, completely blocking it as he leered down at her.
"Let me out," she demanded, her voice quavering.
"Why? The bus ain't here yet. Hey, I bet you got one really tight little snatch there." He reached towards her and she jumped back, almost falling down in her haste to evade his touch. He sniggered and folded his arms across his chest.
"Real, real tight," he said, his eyes sliding up and down her body. "Tell me what your favorite position is, Sara."
"Please leave me alone," she whispered, hovering on the edge of tears.
"I ain't hurting you, Sara, baby. I just wanted to know what your favorite position is. You ain't a lezzie, are you? You like licking pussy, sucking on clitties, sucking tits? Huh?" She turned away, looking in all directions for any signs of anybody.
"I do. You know, I wouldn't blame you if you liked that. Nothing better than sucking on a nice titty I always said. Hey. Tell me, You got big brown nipples, or nice little pink ones? I bet you got nice little pink nipples, don't you?"
"Please go away?" she begged, her voice breaking now as she fought to hold back tears.
"Hey. I'm just waiting for the bus, baby." He moved forward and she cringed back into the far corner, her eyes wide as she stared at him.
"You ever deep throated? You know guys really love deep throating. I could show you how if you want." She trembled and began to weep. He grinned, his hand coming out and touching her hair again.
"Real nice hair," he said. His fingers slid through her hair with growing possessiveness, his body blocking her back into the corner. She was sniffling and trembling and looking down at the ground as he gripped the zipper of her jacket and slowly eased it down until he could open her jacket and look at her body. She was wearing a red button down shirt. He looked at it for a few moments.
"Looks like you got nice titties in there, Sara. Hey. Could I see them? Huh? I'd really like to see them." She wept harder.
"I bet that shirt would tear in pieces without half trying. How bout you open your shirt and let me have a see huh? Come on. Open it. Just unbutton the shirt for me, baby. Come on. Do it." She was terrified he'd hurt her and her fingers moved, trembling and shaking to the buttons. Her mind was blasted with waves of terror and fear and humiliation and she couldn't think straight.
One by one she unbuttoned them until she reached her pants.
"Pull it out of the pants and open it," he said, his voice impatient. She did as he told her, shaking and whimpering, dazed and fearful.
"Nice little bra, but I want to see what kind of nipples you got. Let's see, baby. Let's see the nipples."
She unclipped the bra and then let it slide aside, covering herself with her shaking hands. Tears were streaming down her cheeks now and her eyes were blurred by them as she huddled miserably in the corner.
"Let's see them," he demanded. She slowly, tremblingly, pulled her hands apart and down, standing, slumping in the corner, her head bowed, body quivering.
"They're nice and pink, ain't they. Do they get real big when your boyfriend sucks them? Or is it your girlfriend? Huh? Huh? Hey, Play with them, Sara. Pinch them and roll them in your fingers. I want to see them hard."
Dazedly, she did what he ordered, her hands going to her breasts, slowly rubbing her nipples as he looked down.
"Why don't you take off that shit? Just let the shirt and jacket slide down to the ground, baby. I want to see how nice you look without them. His hands touched her clothes for the first time, pushing her shirt and jacket across her shoulders, along with her bra. They all slid down her arms and dropped off onto the floor, leaving her naked from the waist up.
"Now the pants."
"Please," she moaned.
"What?"
"Please. Please don't," she wept.
"The pants, you slut. Take off the pants." His voice and presence were so menacing she thought she might faint.
"Take them off!" he yelled. She screamed in shock, and her hands quickly unsnapped her pants, then eased down the zipper. She let the pants slid down off her hips to her knees.
"The panties. Push them down, whore." She pushed them down, sobbing loudly now, gut wrenching sobs that made the tears drop down onto her naked breasts.
"Whore. Look at that pussy. Sure is shaved nice. That's so you can wave your ass around in those tiny little bikinis, isn't it? Huh Slut? Whore? Take them off completely, and the shoes and socks."