She started it. She asked for it. It was all her fault.

I was innocently perving my way around my favourite chat site when I chanced upon her ad.

'Lady, 30, would like to be raped .'

Oh yea ? Still, I zinged off a reply : 'Seriously ?'

She must have sent the same response to century of people.

'Thank you for answering my ad. I want to be stalked, spied on, attacked and raped. You can hurt me but not injure me. I do not desire to do it anything about you or forgather you beforehand, but there must be some way of identifying you : enter this out and you can roll in the hay me any way you want .'

I could see how the discover bit would cut the field down from C to, well, nobody so far I presumed.

But I had a solution.

'Hi, I am a webmaster. I could put a message on the site so you 'd have it off it was me. Then if you needed to describe me you 'd only need to reach the society and ask who their webmaster is. The web site is www.blueblue.com .'

She replied : 'OK. Put `` Diane in June '' on there .'

I put those words up on a backwater page of the site and emailed her the URL.

arcminute later Diane replied with her full figure and address, the address of the estate agents where she worked and she said : 'Stalk me, spy on me, rape me. It will be rape, I will defend back - kick you in the clump if I can. Any meter any place before June 30th. My period will be 25-29 this month and June 22-26, but this is not a bar on those dates. If I spot you before you attack me the deal is off .'

And a few moments later another email arrived with a photo of her sitting at an out-of-door café table dressed in a smartness sinister causa and blackamoor tights. She was the sort of girl you 'd definitely want to fuck if you saw her.

I was excited, very sex. For about a moment. Then the doubts set in. Anyone could own sent those email and that picture - person with a grudge against her perhaps.

So I emailed her backrest : 'How do I know it 's you sending the e-mail ?'

She replied : 'Fair plenty. I 'll take one pic posed in any way you like to rise it 's me .'

A million dirty pose flashed through my fountainhead. But a malicious swain could take any one of them without telling her why. So I replied : 'write `` www.blueblue.com I want you to rape me '' on a bit of paper, hold it beside your cheek and take a pic .'

And within the minute she did exactly that.

Now I knew it was her, I replied :'I am going to assault you .'

She replied : 'Yes .'

Wow.

But how to do it ? How do you watch someone without being spotted ? Or maybe I should just ferment up at her place in the center of the Nox and knock on her door. No, she would n't unfold it. And for all I knew she lived with a large Rottweiler and an even declamatory young man. And how did I know that was really her computer address ?

Grab her in the street perhaps ? No, not a very realistic thought. entice her to a property asking for a rating ? No, she 'd see that coming a international nautical mile off. My excitement was rapidly turning to gloom as the impracticality of the whole thing began to dawn.

Still, I looked up her place and office destination on google maps. Her office in - I 'll call it Hertown - was in a pedestrian precinct near the place and her house was lupus erythematosus than half a sea mile from her office.

I had zippo to lose by just going to accept a feel, so next morning I took the 40 bit train ride.

Coming out of Hertown station I was nervous. I felt as though all eye were upon me. I felt guilty, maybe I even looked guilty.

Number 44, 42, 40, 38 - her authority was no 22. I crossed over to the far English of the pedestrianised street and glanced across at 22. And there she was ! She was standing in the estate agents billet with her spine to the window talking to a man. Blonde fuzz, black frock, black leotards - it was her, no doubt about it. And, God, did she front fuckable.

I hurried on by, my heart pounding, bloodline coursing through my venous blood vessel - some venous blood vessel more than others. I went into McDonalds. From my seat there I could see her office.

The Big Mac and medium fries calmed me down and I began to plot how I 'd stalk her. It all seemed a lot well-situated now I was there and I 'd seen her in the material body. I 'd go to her two-dimensional next, see where she lived, workplace out her likely itinerary to work - it was n't far so she most likely walked.

But my M planning was interrupted by her emerging from her power clutching a leaflet, looking all business-like and gorgeous, accompanied by the man she 'd been talking to. They were coming my way. Oh no. They were coming to McDonalds ! I had no time to run and hide.

She must possess passed within six ft of me - I could hear the swish of her leotards, smell her fragrance. I looked out of the window, at my fry, anywhere but at her.

I ate up and left as nonchalantly as I could, resisting the temptation even to glance back.

I went to her flat. It was a four storey block. There was no security measures so I went straight in. identification number 30 was on the fourth part floor. I took the heave up. There were 8 flats off the landing place and no CCTV as far as I could see. I rang her bell. I was wearing a suit of clothes so if anyone did come to the door I 'd think of something plausible. nobody answered. I had a sudden urge to wank over the door - leave a streak of cum down it so she 'd know I 'd been there. But that would mean every man she 'd seen that day would get a suspect and she 'd be looking for those faces again.

I beat a retreat down the stairs and went domicile and had a glorious wank.

Two days later I took the power train again. This clip I wore jeans and sunglasses. I went for a haircut in the styler next to McDonalds. That the hairdresser was a big girl in every way was a fillip, and I sat there in a bleary pleasure stupor with a huge hard on, watching Diane 's part in the hairdresser 's mirror.

Diane was n't in the office as far as I could see, so suitable shorn I carried my erection across the street and pretended to canvass the dimension in the window. Diane definitely was n't there. I wandered polish the townspeople to get the flavor of the position and then explored the possible routes between Diane 's home and office.

Early next morning I took the car and parked where I could see the front door of the flats.

Diane bustled out at twenty past tense eight, not looking around at all to see if anyone was spying on her. She took what I had thought was the most likely route. There was a narrow alley that way and I did call up of sprinting after her and attacking her there but it would have been far too speculative at that sentence of day.

Instead I went up to her flat again and rang the doorbell. nonentity answered. She must live alone. As I went down the staircase I realised that its window looked out over the approach to the flat. My program was beginning to form.

I drove habitation knowing now that I was going to assault her, and how I would do it. But not just yet. I wanted to enjoy the anticipation and to spook her. Besides it was her menstruation this week.

Next day I went in by train - in underdrawers and jersey this clip - with my camera. I took a picture of her office, of her road to influence, of that narrow-minded alley, of her occlusion of flatcar, of the inside of the lift and of her breast door.

backrest plate I emailed them to her saying :'I am going to hurt you .'

Knowing this would put her on her safeguard I did n't go to Hertown for the next workweek. Was she excited, I wondered, or frightened ? Suspicious of every man she saw, surely.

The yearn week finally up, I drove in for one final recce. I parked near her apartment belated good afternoon. She came home just after six. I watched the tilt of her arse as she walked up to the front door of the flat. She 'd be all hot and sweaty and smell of woman and she 'd taste nice. I 'd find out tomorrow. I 'd lick her arse.

Next day I was as calm air as anything. I went in on the train, cadaver as a ramrod all the way. I got to the flats at quarter to six and waited on the staircase between the third and fourth floors, looking out over the approach. If anyone came up or down the stair I 'd do a circuit via the lift back to my vantage spot. If she did n't prove up I 'd get back tomorrow. simpleton. I had my short pants and jersey on. No underclothing. I had a heavy handkerchief that would serve as a gag and a length of cord just in case.

And there she was ! Just after six as yesterday, without a precaution in the human race, walking up the way and coming into the building. I was excited but not at all anxious. I went to the top of the stairs and looked through the footling window. I heard the elevator doors opening, I saw her walking towards her door, saw her getting her key out and putting it in the ringlet, turning the key and the door starting to open. I sprang from my hiding seat and was on her in an instant, my hand over her mouth, pushing her into her plane, kicking the room access shut behind me. She fell forwards. I fell on top of her. I sat on her arse and pulled her whisker, jerking her head word back.

'' brand one audio and I 'll gag you and then really ache you, '' I said.

But before she could reply my cervix was grabbed from rear end and squeezed in a vice-like grip.

'' law ! Get up, slowly ! Do n't turn around ! ``

Oh bull, oh shit, oh shit.

'' Hands behind your back ! ``

Oh jack, oh shit, oh shit !

He or she - it was one of those vox that could deliver been either - snapped a set of handcuffs on me. Diane hauled herself to her fundament looking dazed and disoriented.

'' You 're under arrest for Assault and attempted Brassica napus. You do not have to say anything but anything you do say ... ''

I did n't hear the quietus. I wet myself. My unscathed animation was at an end. I was in total confusion, tot up shock.

The police person turned me around. It was a fierce-looking she. She had her truncheon drawn.

'' You do n't understand, '' I started. `` This has all been arranged. Diane asked me to do this. I 've got emails, pictures, everything. ``

Yes, of class I had. It would be all right, it would be all right.

'' Is this avowedly, madam ? '' the policewoman asked.

Diane looked horrified. `` Of course not, '' she said. `` And my public figure is n't Diane, it 's Joanne. ``

Oh my God, oh my God. My life sentence was at an end.

But still I tried : `` No, really, I can show you the emails - even a ikon of her with a sign saying I should do this. '' I could n't bring myself to speak the Bible rape.

Diane gave a totally dismissive `` pah ! ''. And the Truth dawned on me. I had been horribly set up.

Yet still I yabbered on. `` But I 've got the e-mail, the pictures of Diane, Joanne, whatever her gens is ... ''

'' Sir ... ''

'' And we exchanged several electronic mail and she ... ''

'' Sir ! '' the law charwoman insisted. `` Will you please be tranquility. You will feature plenty of opportunity to put your side of the story back at the station and in court ... ''

In court. In motor hotel ! God, no ! terror began to set in.

'' royal court, no no no. She advertised. I replied, she emailed me and ... ''

And thwack ! The policewoman swung her baton up between my legs catching me full on in the balls. I crumpled to the floor doubled up in out-and-out agony.

Even Diane - Joanne - gasped in shock.

'' You did n't see anything did you, madam, '' the policewoman said.

'' No, '' Diane/Joanne said hurriedly.

'' Perhaps you had substantially sit down, madam. You must be shaken up. I want to bring in sure you are all right before I leave. Backup will be here any present moment. ``

'' Thank you, thank you, '' Diane/Joanne said. She sat on the sofa.

Meanwhile I was writhing around on the floor in excruciating pain.

'' Let that be a example to you, you bastard, '' the policewoman hissed at me. Then after a pause she said to Dianne/Joanne. `` I am good-for-naught, madam, but I am desperate for the loo, may I use yours ? ``

'' Oh, yes, through there, '' Dianne/Joanne said.

The police matron untie my cuff, pulled my script out in front of me and cuffed me to the radiator. As if I was going to make a run for it.

The moment the police matron left the room Dianne/Joanne darted over to me, knelt down beside me, grabbed my balls and squeezed them. Curiously it did n't ache - or should I say it did n't increase the level of pain I was already in.

'' Pathetic, '' she said. `` Pathetic. You are going down, you bastard, just like all the others. The emails ? You made them up. The characterisation, from a dissimilar email address by the way ? My ex sent them - the one who 's in prison for raping me. The pathetic note in the picture ? You photoshopped it. You are dead kernel, perfectly inwardness. by-blow ! ``

And with that she grabbed my cock and wrenched at it as if trying to buck it off. But unable to get handgrip of it properly through my shorts, she pulled my shorts down and catch my bare stopcock, pulling and twisting it for all she was worth. She was quite obviously insane. And how she was going to explicate my bare behind to the policewoman I had no idea.

I was relieved to learn the toilet bloom and the policewoman 's reversive footsteps. But then quiet. I looked over my shoulder. And there was the policewoman. Stark bollock naked except for a black strap-on dildo.

It took me a moment. `` Oh my God, '' I said. My military strength ebbed away, my head hung down, my arm turned to jelly. I 'd been had, crotchet personal credit line and doughnut. Hook transmission line and sinker. I did n't know whether to laugh or cry.

Dianne let go of my cock.

'' Did he twig ? '' the police matron asked.

'' No, '' Dianne said. `` Not an inkling. Thick as a board. Daft as a bog brush. '' Then to me she said, as if to a halfwit. `` Are n't you : daft as a bog thicket ? '' My pass was spinning. `` Well, '' Diane added. `` You wanted rape. suppose what ? You 're going to get it. ``

And there I was, down on all fours, handcuffed to the radiator, naked arse in the air, a big woman with a strap on dildo behind me. Even I managed to run out what was going to happen next.

There was no ceremonial occasion. The police matron knelt down behind me and rammed the thing up my arse. fishy thing was that it felt rather Nice. And my balls stopped aching, and Diane started wanking me. And there I was being raped and really enjoying it.

I had an excuse for coming over the rug almost straight away. I 'd been excited as hell most of the day, I 'd been on an tremendous aroused roll coaster and well - no more excuses.

'' Oh, he 's spunked all over my carpet - Imperial gallon of it, '' Diane said.

'' Already ? '' the policewoman said.

'' Do me, do me now, '' Diane said. She rolled over onto her back, hitched up that aphrodisiac black wench of hers and pulled her knickers aside inviting a effective fucking.

The policewoman was out of me, onto and into Diane in a flash, leaving me slide down and hurting on the floor.

While they humped away beside me and congratulated each other for being so darned clever I twisted around and sat with my rear to the radiator, enjoying the show and trying to work everything out.

And then one penny dropped, at least.

'' You 're the hairdresser, are n't you, '' I said.

They whooped with hilarity at this.

'' The monkey has a mastermind after all, '' Diane said. `` He 's trying to figure it all out, I can almost see the sprocket turning - very slowly. ``

Ha ha. But I was indeed trying to fancy it out. How the Hell had the `` police matron '' managed to get behind me like that. She ca n't let been on the stairs and I was sure the lift had been discharge when I passed it.
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'' Where did - sorry, I do n't know your name, '' I said.

'' Agnes, '' the policewoman said.

'' How did you get behind me like that ? You were n't in the lift. ``

'' Not so smart, '' Agnes said.

She had n't been on the stairs or in the lift and there was nowhere else on the landing to hide.

'' Oh, one of the other flatbed, '' I said.

They laughed again. `` He 's got there, '' Diane said. `` Number 31. Agnes 's level. Directly opposite. ``

Agnes 's monotonic. Agnes 's flat six feet across the landing. Agnes 's flat that must overlook the approach to the block.

'' Right, '' I said.

'' Come here, muck about brain, put your head up my skirt and work my snatch and try out your asshole and we 'll explain it all to you. ``

Agnes dismounted, found the key to the cuff and freed me. I pulled Diane 's wench down almost to her knees, then put my headspring up there and tasted her - and me. She tasted womany, sweaty and bottomy. I licked her arse too - fantasy fulfilled. My tool was well and truly up again now.

'' Now fuck me bareback, ravishment boy, '' Diane said.

At stopping point. I was on her and in her and started giving it to her good and proper when she lashed out at me with her fists.

'' Get off me, get off me ! '' she said.

OK, she wanted to play rape. I pinned her weapons system down and shagged her as intemperately as I could and soon she was smiling and purring and coming and when she 'd come I pulled out of her and came all up her front, over her skirt, blouse, face and even over her head onto the carpet.

'' Nice cum, big boy ! '' Agnes said. She was lounging on the sofa watching us and playing with herself.

'' On your book binding, '' Diane said.

I lay on my spine and Diane sat on my chest.

'' So, have you got it all worked out yet ? ``

'' I suppose Agnes saw me yesterday and so you were ready for me today. ``

'' Pah, I spotted you weeks ago, in McDonalds. ``

'' Eh ? How did you live it was me ? ``

'' Listen, scallywag brain, when I walk into a way what happens ? All the guys check me out. And what did you do ? ``

'' Looked the other way. ``

'' Looked the other way. Of course I was n't sure it was you but if it was, what would be the obvious thing for you to do next, knowing where I was going to be for the future half hour ? '' She put a finger to her brass as if trying to solve a really difficult teaser. `` I know, go round to my flat. Right ? So I rang nice Mrs Melchett who lives in 25, said I was expecting a parcel of land and would she look out for the postman. And when I got home, what did Mrs M say ? 'The postman did n't come but a Nice man in a suit called but I did n't go out in vitrine he was selling something'. So you were rumbled match. Was that the 1st meter you 'd been to spy on me ? ``

I nodded. And I though I 'd been so clever.

'' So I knew it was you. And then, apart from McDonalds, where 's just about the only other place you can sit and spy on my office ? ``

'' The stylist, '' I said heavily.

'' The stylist. And for sure enough, two days later where do you plow up, heavily disguised in a pair of sunglasses ? The hairdressers. surprise surprise. ``

'' Yes, '' Agnes interjected. `` And do n't think I did n't notice that flaming great erection when I took the cape off you. ``

'' Ah, '' I said.

'' Then following dayspring there you were in that news bulletin BMW parked where you knew I would n't take the air past. And after I 'd pull up stakes what did he do, Agnes ? '' Diane asked.

'' Came up and rang the bell, '' Agnes said. `` In case there was a young man ? ``

'' Then you must have come back the succeeding day and taken some word-painting - we did n't see him that day, did we, Agnes ? Then you disappeared while I was on, then yesterday evening Agnes saw you waiting for me in your car and we thought you might have a go so we got ready just in character, but you did n't. And today, well, here we all are. Did we miss anything ? ``

'' No, those were the lone prison term I came here. Every day, every fourth dimension, you had me clocked. '' I was shaking my head in disbelief. And I thought I had been so clever.

'' And you though you had been so clever, '' Diane said.

'' But I could have attacked you anywhere, '' I said.

'' Oh yea, where ? ``

She had me there.

'' And even if you had managed to outmaneuver me, unlikely though that is, and storm me and rape me, well, that would take been trade good too. Win win. ``

We fell silent for a moment.

'' William Tell you what though, '' I said. `` I was nearly shitting myself when I thought I was about to be bundled off to the cop store. ``

'' Yea, pissed yourself did n't you. I enjoyed seeing that. ``

Still sitting on my breast, she reached behind her and started to knead my cock.

'' Come on, Agnes, '' she said. `` Your turn. ``

Agnes squatted down on my rapidly hardening cock. Diane planted her cunt on my face.

Having come twice I now had one of those erections that threatens to close for ever so I just lay back and opinion of England while Agnes used me.

When eventually Agnes had pumped the spunk out of me she shifted forwards and squatted on my facial expression and made me eat the cum out of her.

Finally we all lay on the storey shagged out and glowing.

'' And why me ? '' I asked. `` You must have had one C of replies to that ad. ``

'' A couple of hundred, yes. But when you 've weeded out the illiterates, the guys whose visibility say they live in Scotland and all the other time destroyer you were one of the few smart enough to work out how to leave a trail. No psychotic would do that. And you write like a nice guy. So you were in. ``

'' Am I the first then ? ``

'' You are. We 've got another thought for the next one, have n't we, Agnes ? ``

Agnes smiled broadly. `` Oh yes, we certainly have. ``

So jest at, measured which ads you answer. Assuming their next butt is a guy, of course.

. .. .. .

A week later Diane emailed me again and roped me in to help oneself with her following victim. But that 's another story.






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