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 response : 'Seriously ?'

She must take sent the same response to one C of people.

'Thank you for answering my ad. I want to be stalked, spied on, attacked and raped. You can hurt me but not offend me. I do not desire to love anything about you or foregather you beforehand, but there must be some way of identifying you : figure this out and you can sleep with me any way you want .'

I could see how the place bit would cut the bailiwick down from century to, well, nobody so far I presumed.

But I had a solution.

'Hi, I am a webmaster. I could put a substance on the internet site so you 'd know it was me. Then if you needed to identify me you 'd only need to touch the company and ask who their webmaster is. The land site is www.blueblue.com .'

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

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

arcminute later Diane replied with her good name and name and address, the reference of the acres agents where she worked and she said : 'Stalk me, spy on me, violate me. It will be rape, I will crusade back - kick you in the balls if I can. Any time any situation before June 30th. My period will be 25-29 this month and June 22-26, but this is not a bar on those day of the month. If I spot you before you attack me the hatful is off .'

And a few moments later another electronic mail arrived with a photograph of her sitting at an outside café table dressed in a smartness black suit and Joseph Black tights. She was the sort of young woman you 'd definitely want to fuck if you saw her.

I was excited, very charge. For about a arcminute. Then the dubiety set in. Anyone could have sent those electronic mail and that photograph - someone with a grudge against her perhaps.

So I emailed her back : 'How do I know it 's you sending the emails ?'

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

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

And within the hour she did exactly that.

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

She replied : 'Yes .'

Wow.

But how to do it ? How do you catch someone without being spotted ? Or maybe I should just call on up at her post in the middle of the night and bash on her threshold. No, she would n't open it. And for all I knew she lived with a gravid Rottweiler and an even larger beau. And how did I know that was really her address ?

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

Still, I looked up her dwelling and office addresses on google mapping. Her position in - I 'll visit it Hertown - was in a prosaic precinct near the station and her menage was less than half a mile from her office.

I had nothing to misplace by just going to have a aspect, so side by side morning I took the 40 minute train ride.

Coming out of Hertown place I was anxious. I felt as though all eyes were upon me. I felt hangdog, maybe I even looked guilty.

Number 44, 42, 40, 38 - her office was no 22. I crossed over to the far slope of the pedestrianised street and glanced across at 22. And there she was ! She was standing in the landed estate agentive role office with her backrest to the window talking to a man. Blonde hair, inglorious dress, pitch blackness tights - it was her, no doubt about it. And, God, did she look fuckable.

I hurried on by, my heart pounding, blood coursing through my veins - some nervure Sir Thomas More than others. I went into McDonalds. From my tail end there I could see her office.

The Big Mac and metier fries calmed me down and I began to diagram how I 'd stalk her. It all seemed a lot easier now I was there and I 'd seen her in the build. I 'd go to her flat next, see where she lived, work out her probable path to make for - it was n't far so she most likely walked.

But my grand planning was interrupted by her emerging from her office clutching a booklet, 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 throw passed within six feet of me - I could discover the swish of her tights, smell her perfume. I looked out of the windowpane, at my minor, anywhere but at her.

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

I went to her flat. It was a four storey block. There was no security so I went straight in. Number 30 was on the quartern floor. I took the lift up. There were 8 flats off the landing and no CCTV as far as I could see. I rang her doorbell. I was wearing a suit so if anyone did come to the door I 'd reckon of something plausible. Nobody answered. I had a sudden urge to she-bop over the door - leave a streak of cum down it so she 'd know I 'd been there. But that would intend every man she 'd seen that day would go a suspect and she 'd be looking for those faces again.

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

Two Clarence Shepard Day Jr. later I took the train again. This time I wore denim and sunglasses. I went for a haircut in the stylist next to McDonalds. That the hairdresser was a big daughter in every way was a bonus, and I sat there in a hazy pleasure stupor with a vast hard on, watching Diane 's office in the hairdresser 's mirror.

Diane was n't in the office as far as I could see, so suitable shorn I carried my hard-on across the street and pretended to canvas the prop in the windowpane. Diane definitely was n't there. I wandered round the town to get the feel of the stead and then explored the possible routes between Diane 's family and office.

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

Diane bustled out at twenty preceding eight, not looking around at all to see if anyone was spying on her. She took what I had thought was the most probably path. There was a narrow alley that way and I did call up of sprinting after her and attacking her there but it would hold been far too risky at that time of day.

Instead I went up to her flat again and border the doorbell. cipher answered. She must go alone. As I went down the staircase I realised that its Windows looked out over the approach to the flat tire. My plan was beginning to form.

I drove home plate knowing now that I was going to rape her, and how I would do it. But not just yet. I wanted to savour the anticipation and to spook her. Besides it was her period this week.

Next day I went in by wagon train - in drawers and t-shirt this time - with my camera. I took a picture of her function, of her route to work, of that narrow alleyway, of her block of flats, of the inside of the airlift and of her straw man door.

Back household I emailed them to her saying :'I am going to hurt you .'

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

The longsighted workweek finally up, I drove in for one concluding reccy. I parked near her savourless late afternoon. She came home just after six. I watched the sway of her arse as she walked up to the nominal head door of the flat tire. She 'd be all hot and sweaty and smelling of woman and she 'd taste courteous. I 'd find out tomorrow. I 'd lick her arse.

Next day I was as calm as anything. I went in on the gearing, corpse as a ramrod all the way. I got to the flatbed at quarter to six and waited on the stairway between the third and one-quarter base, looking out over the approach shot. If anyone came up or down the stairs I 'd do a circuit via the raise back to my vantage point. If she did n't indicate up I 'd come up back tomorrow. Simple. I had my shorts and tee shirt on. No underwear. I had a large handkerchief that would service 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 universe, walking up the path and coming into the building. I was excited but not at all nervous. I went to the top of the step and looked through the trivial window. I heard the elevation doors opening, I saw her walking towards her door, saw her getting her key out and putting it in the lock, turning the key and the door starting to afford. I sprang from my hiding place and was on her in an instant, my hand over her lip, pushing her into her flat, kicking the threshold shut behind me. She fell forwards. I fell on top of her. I sat on her arse and pulled her fuzz, jerking her head back.

'' shuffle one sound and I 'll gag you and then really suffer you, '' I said.

But before she could reply my neck opening was grabbed from can and squeezed in a vice-like grip.

'' police force ! Get up, slowly ! Do n't move around around ! ``

Oh shit, oh crap, oh shit.

'' Hands behind your back ! ``

Oh crap, oh son of a bitch, oh jack !

He or she - it was one of those vocalism that could stimulate been either - snapped a set of cuff on me. Diane hauled herself to her base looking dazed and disoriented.

'' You 're under pinch for assault and assay rape. You do not have to say anything but anything you do say ... ''

I did n't hear the repose. I wet myself. My unhurt life was at an end. I was in add confusion, totality shock.

The law person turned me around. It was a fierce-looking she. She had her billy 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 course I had. It would be all right, it would be all right.

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

Diane looked horrified. `` Of class not, '' she said. `` And my name is n't Diane, it 's Joanne. ``

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

But still I tried : `` No, really, I can show you the e-mail - even a picture of her with a sign saying I should do this. '' I could n't play myself to speak the news 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 emails, the photo of Diane, Joanne, whatever her name is ... ''

'' Sir ... ''

'' And we exchanged respective emails and she ... ''

'' Sir ! '' the police adult female insisted. `` testament you please be quiet. You will have plenty of opportunity to put your face of the news report back at the station and in court ... ''

In lawcourt. In motor lodge ! God, no ! affright began to set in.

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

And thwack ! The policewoman swung her nightstick up between my legs catching me full on in the chunk. 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 better sit down, ma'am. You must be shaken up. I want to do for certain you are all right before I leave. Backup will be here any 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 lesson to you, you bastard, '' the policewoman hissed at me. Then after a interruption she said to Dianne/Joanne. `` I am sorry, madam, but I am despairing for the loo, may I use yours ? ``

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

The policewoman loosen my handcuffs, pulled my hands out in front of me and cuff me to the radiator. As if I was going to make a run for it.

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

'' Pathetic, '' she said. `` silly. You are going down, you bastard, just like all the others. The electronic mail ? You made them up. The motion-picture show, from a unlike email speech by the way ? My ex sent them - the one who 's in prison for raping me. The pathetic note in the pictorial matter ? You photoshopped it. You are dead heart, dead sum. Bastard ! ``

And with that she grabbed my cock and wrenched at it as if trying to deplume it off. But unable to get detainment of it properly through my trunks, she pulled my shorts down and snap up my naked dick, pulling and twisting it for all she was Charles Frederick Worth. She was quite obviously insane. And how she was going to excuse my bare tail to the police matron I had no idea.

I was relieved to hear the lavatory flush and the policewoman 's returning stride. But then silence. I looked over my shoulder joint. And there was the policewoman. Stark bollock naked except for a dim strap-on dildo.

It took me a moment. `` Oh my God, '' I said. My strength ebbed away, my head hung down, my limb turned to jelly. I 'd been had, hook course and sinker. Hook line and sinker. I did n't acknowledge whether to laugh or cry.

Dianne let go of my cock.

'' Did he get wise ? '' the policewoman asked.

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

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

There was no observance. The policewoman knelt down behind me and rammed the affair up my hind end. Funny thing was that it felt rather decent. And my orb stopped aching, and Diane started wanking me. And there I was being raped and really enjoying it.

I had an exculpation for coming over the carpeting almost straight away. I 'd been excited as hell most of the day, I 'd been on an enormous worked up crimper coaster and well - no more excuses.

'' Oh, he 's spunked all over my rug - 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 aphrodisiacal black skirt of hers and pulled her knickers aside inviting a good 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 early for being so darned clever I twisted around and sat with my back to the radiator, enjoying the show and trying to work everything out.

And then one cent dropped, at least.

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

They whooped with mirth at this.

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

Ha ha. But I was indeed trying to figure it out. How the hell had the `` policewoman '' managed to get behind me like that. She ca n't have been on the stairs and I was indisputable the lift had been empty when I passed it.
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'' Where did - sorry, I do n't know your public figure, '' I said.

'' Agnes, '' the policewoman said.

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

'' Not so fresh, '' 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 flats, '' I said.

They laughed again. `` He 's got there, '' Diane said. `` Number 31. Agnes 's 2-dimensional. Directly opposite. ``

Agnes 's flat. Agnes 's flat six base across the landing. Agnes 's flat that must overlook the approach path to the block.

'' Right, '' I said.

'' Come here, monkey brain, put your head up my skirt and lick my pussy and taste your arse and we 'll explain it all to you. ``

Agnes dismounted, found the key to the manacle and loose me. I pulled Diane 's dame down almost to her knee joint, then put my head up there and tasted her - and me. She tasted womany, sweaty and bottomy. I licked her arse too - phantasy fulfilled. My putz was well and truly up again now.

'' Now fuck me bareback, Brassica napus boy, '' Diane said.

At hold up. I was on her and in her and started giving it to her right 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 implements of war down and shagged her as hard 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 social movement, over her skirt, blouse, face and even over her psyche onto the carpet.

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

'' On your backbone, '' Diane said.

I lay on my back 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 set up for me today. ``

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

'' Eh ? How did you have it off it was me ? ``

'' Listen, monkey brainiac, when I walk into a room what happens ? All the cat check me out. And what did you do ? ``

'' Looked the other way. ``

'' Looked the early way. Of course I was n't sure it was you but if it was, what would be the obvious affair for you to do next, knowing where I was going to be for the next half time of day ? '' She put a finger to her buttock as if trying to clear a really hard puzzle. `` I know, go bout to my directly. Right ? So I rang overnice Mrs Melchett who lives in 25, said I was expecting a bundle and would she appear out for the carrier. And when I got home, what did Mrs M say ? 'The mailman did n't come but a overnice man in a suit called but I did n't go out in case he was selling something'. So you were rumbled teammate. Was that the initiatory clip 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 situation you can sit and spy on my part ? ``

'' The hairdressers, '' I said heavily.

'' The hairdressers. And sure as shooting enough, two days later where do you turn up, heavily disguised in a couple of sunglasses ? The hairdressers. Surprise surprise. ``

'' Yes, '' Agnes interjected. `` And do n't mean I did n't find that blinking not bad erecting when I took the cape off you. ``

'' Ah, '' I said.

'' Then next break of day there you were in that flash BMW parked where you knew I would n't walk by. And after I 'd lead what did he do, Agnes ? '' Diane asked.

'' Came up and band the doorbell, '' Agnes said. `` In face there was a boyfriend ? ``

'' Then you must have come back the next day and taken some pictures - 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 set just in cause, but you did n't. And today, well, here we all are. Did we pretermit anything ? ``

'' No, those were the only times I came here. Every day, every meter, you had me clocked. '' I was shaking my foreland 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 outsmart me, unlikely though that is, and storm me and dishonor me, well, that would have got been 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 workshop. ``

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

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

'' come on, Agnes, '' she said. `` Your turning. ``

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

Having add up twice I now had one of those erections that threatens to go for ever so I just lay back and mentation of England while Agnes used me.

When eventually Agnes had pumped the mettle out of me she shifted forwards and squatted on my face 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 hundreds of replies to that ad. ``

'' A duet of hundred, yes. But when you 've weeded out the illiterates, the cat whose profiles say they live in Scotland and all the other prison term wasters you were one of the few smart enough to work out out how to leave a trail. No psycho would do that. And you write like a nice guy. So you were in. ``

'' Am I the inaugural 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 blackguard, careful which ads you answer. Assuming their side by side target is a guy, of course.

. .. .. .

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






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