On The Prowl

Catherine came home in the afternoon and noticed that the house was quiet. There was no sign of her lover. She looked all through the house including the garage and even his vehicle was gone. She thought that was strange because he hadn’t told her of any obligations he had that day when he had last seen her in the morning. She thought to herself that something had come up with his work and he would no doubt call soon. After the exercise class she had taken that afternoon she felt a bit sweaty and decided that a shower before she made a snack would be a good idea. She went to the bedroom to strip off her exercise clothing and as she pulled the garments from her body she noticed an envelope on her dressing table. It was propped up so as to be plainly visible and she noticed her lover’s writing on the outside. It simply said, “Catherine, if you dare”. A cryptic message to say the least.

She was curious as hell about the contents of the envelope and she sat on the corner of the bed looking at the envelope for a minute. She inserted a finger under the flap of the envelope and tore it open. There was a single sheet of paper inside and she unfolded it to read. “Catherine,” it said “ Tonight I have a surprise for you, it will require your courage and endurance. Are you woman enough to trust me?” She paused for a second and felt a sudden clench in her belly. Her lover was inventive, she knew, but she had never seen anything like this. “You have often told me that you enjoy being my slut. Tonight will be your chance to truly be my slut. If you trust me , read on, if you don’t then throw this away now.” She paused for a second and could feel a squirm in her pussy and a certain tingling fullness to her breasts. The bastard she thought, he knows this is my insatiable week and he wants to play a game. She read on. “Tonight I am going to pick up a true slut in a bar. She will no doubt be a little drunk and dressed like a slut. I am going to have my way with her and do dark and evil things with her. I thought I should tell you this because I believe that honesty is the cornerstone of our relationship.” She felt her blood boil as she thought of her lover out picking up a slutty woman and having his way with her. How the fuck could he do that, she had always done her best to please him and now it appeared that he was announcing an affair. That bastard! She read on. “By now you have probably sworn a blue streak at me and I will tell you something right now so shut the fuck up and keep reading.” She gasped at the directness of his language but was drawn by the strength of it and the twinge it caused in her belly. Again she continued to read. “You are going to be that slut.” Her eyes opened wide at the revelation. “Tonight you are going to dress in a short black skirt and semi sheer blouse and stocking and heels. In case you are wondering, they are laid out on top of the counter in the bathroom. Right now I know you are all sweaty from your class. Go pour a stiff drink and then to the bathroom with you to bathe and prepare if you dare. There are more instructions with the clothing in there.”

She sat back on the bed for a moment and noticed that her pulse was elevated and her breathing was rapid too. Damn that son of a bitch knew how to press her buttons, even her pussy felt aroused and slightly parted. She stood up and looked in the bathroom doorway and sure enough there were some clothes on the counter neatly folded and another envelope on top. She leaned against the doorway for a moment and agreed with herself that perhaps she should have that drink he suggested as she pondered that second envelope and the suggestion that she would be a slut that night. She reached over and took a robe from a hanger on the back of the door and slipped it on. She walked to the liquor cabinet in the living room and poured a shot of tequila in a glass. She took that to the kitchen and rummaged in the fridge for some lime and then tipped it down. She felt its’ fire and thought to herself what the hell and poured another before returning to the bathroom. She looked over the clothes her lover had laid out and noticed that the skirt was new and very short and the blouse was even sheerer than the one she thought he was referring to in the note. She noticed an equally sheer bra. She eyed the combination and figured she might as well be naked. She giggled and stepped into the shower. She reveled in the water flowing over her body and felt an impish smile cross her face as a fingertip probed and parted. She started a rhythm with that finger then stopped. She realized at that moment she was going to go along with the slut idea. She knew that outside the shower tucked in with the clothes was the second note.

She finished her wash and then took up her razor and made all her skin smooth. She might be going to be a slut but she figured in her mind to be a classy one too. She did a final rinse and then stepped from the shower and toweled off. After she slipped on her robe again she picked up the second envelope from the counter.

She opened it and began to read “So, slut, you see your clothes right there and I expect your makeup will be appropriate to the clothing. After you dress, the final instructions are in the top drawer of your dressing table. Get dressed now slut.” With the words she had read she felt a transformation come over her. Her lover had referred to her as a slut several times. She again smiled and began to dress. She slipped on the gossamer thong that was with the rest of the clothes then slipped on the bra too. She looked in the mirror and realized that she was basically still naked. She unfolded the new pair of stockings and was soon smoothing them up her legs. They had wide lacy tops and came almost to her pussy. The blouse came next and then the skirt. The skirt had some radical slits, three to be precise. It was slit high at each thigh and also at the back. She knew when she sat down in it that her stocking tops would be revealed and even perhaps some bare flesh of her upper thigh.

When all was done she looked in the mirror again and admired what she saw. She slipped on the heels that were also there and realized they were at least an inch higher than her regular “high” heels and it took her a moment to find her poise.

She walked to the dressing table and sat down. She opened the middle drawer and as promised before there was another envelope. “Do your makeup now slut, then read on.” The note was very commanding and she put it down and began to apply her makeup. The eyeliner and shadow and lipstick were all heavily applied and in a few moments she truly did have that sluttish look that many women strove to emulate. She applied some perfume and then picked up the note again. “Well slut, tonight is your unveiling . You are to put on your short leather jacket and call a taxi to the house. The address of your destination is written below. It is a bar. When you arrive there you will go into the bar and ask to run a tab. You will only take the money that is in the envelope to cover your taxi fare. You had better hope that someone picks up your slut ass or you are probably going to have to blow the bartender for the tab. You will drink while you are there. Enjoy your slut’s night out.” She trembled at the directness of the final note and then felt a thrill in her center. An adventure awaited her. It was full of uncertainty but her curiosity heightened her interest. She went down the stairs and found the number for the taxi and then went to the closet and found her short leather jacket. As she stood in the front hallway, waiting for the taxi, she looked at herself in the mirror. Yes, she had to admit, she did look sluttish, very sluttish, and she giggled for a second as the thought of fifty dollar an hour sluttish danced through her mind. She really did look like a cheap hooker.

She saw the taxi pull up and walked out to it. The driver gave her an enquiring look and let her get her own door. She climbed in and the driver turned to her and gave her the eye. This unsettled her a bit. She gave him the address in the note and he pushed the button on the meter and drove off. “That run’ll cost ya thirty bucks,” he said. “Wanna do me for the meter?” She was shocked at his directness and blurted out to him to “fuck off”. She was surprised at how brazen that made her feel. Even a bit empowered. They drove along for a while and she realized that the area of town they were getting to was rather seedy. She didn’t know the city that well and she had not known exactly where the address was. Finally the cab pulled up in front of a dingy hotel bar. The neon lights of the sign were cheap and some portions of the sign were burned out. The driver again turned to her and said “You’re a good lookin cunt, offer is still open,, blow me for the meter”. She muttered another “fuck off” at him and tossed the thirty dollars over the seat back. She stepped from the cab in disgust and looked to the door of the bar. She was convinced her lover would be inside and then all would be well. They would have a couple of drinks and a laugh or two and then go home and make love. She felt the chill air under her skirt and then remembered how she was dressed. The style of clothing that had been chosen for her was revealing and not very warm. She tucked the leather jacket around her and walked over to the bar entrance. As she reached for the door a very inebriated man came stumbling out and eyed her from head to toe. His stare made her feel uncomfortable. She wanted to flee at that point but the remembered that she had no money. Her future as the notes had described it was in that bar. She pulled open the door and stepped into the dimly lit establishment. Eyes turned to check her out as she walked in. A couple of very rough looking hookers gave her the evil glare and a few other patrons perched on stools and slumped at tables gave her a glance too. She felt very uncertain at this point. She was small in stature and this was a very spooky place.

She decided to brass it out and walked up to an empty table and sat down. She slipped the jacket from her shoulders and sat back and crossed her legs. Yes, as she thought earlier, she was quite exposed in the clothes she was wearing. Quite the slut. The bartender came out from behind the bar to take her order. She tried to sound tough as she said “Gimme a shot with a seven back and run a tab”. She remembered hearing her lover say that one time in a cantina in Mexico and she figured it gave her that attitude edge. The bartender gave her a long look and then spoke, “ya better not fuck me over on the tab or I’ll be seein you in the back room later.” She gave him a dirty look and he left and came back with a tequila shot with what appeared to be seven up as a chaser. She felt nervous in the bar. She felt eyes upon her and decided that the Dutch courage of a stiff drink was what she needed. She tipped down the shot and took a large sip of the seven and she felt the tequila warm her core. She looked around and saw a few men, perhaps longshoremen because they were close to the harbour. They were staring at her and she stared back figuring if she gave them “the stare” they would back off. One of the men got up and walked to the bar and picked up a drink. He brought it to her table and placed it before her. Another tequila. “Hey babe, you working tonight?” “Pardon?” she said. “Are ya working right now cuz I need a hummer before I go home. You look like yer in that line of work.” She was flabbergasted, first the taxi driver and then the bartender and now this man. All had sought oral sex from her. Jeezus, what kind of place was this? She told him she was done for the night and was only having a couple of drinks before she left. The man persisted in trying to talk her into sex but he finally gave up and as he turned away muttered “Cunt”. She trembled when she heard that and was getting worried that things were getting out of control in what she thought was a harmless game with her lover. Her pulse quickened and she felt more naked than ever.

She wanted to run from this horrid bar but she already owed for one drink and she didn’t know if she could find a cab in this crappy area. Hell, she didn’t even have cab fare. This little role play was very quickly becoming unfunny she thought. She had assumed her lover would meet her in the bar. Where was he now? She became worried as all sorts of thoughts went through her mind. What if he didn’t show up, oh Christ what would she do? She reached for the drink the man had left on the table earlier and took a stiff pull on it and then a sip of the seven to quench the fire. The strong drink calmed her a bit but she still felt a bit unsure. Though she was dressed in a brazen fashion she worried that people could see she didn’t belong there. This idea was soon changed when a couple of street walkers came by her table. One paused and looked at her square in the eye. “You better be restin here because this is our turf and if ya try to trick here I’ll scratch your fucking eyes out.” Catherine’s heart jumped as she watched the woman walk away. The woman had a lot of hard miles on her and everyone of them showed. The street walkers trolled around the bar looking for trade and then left. Catherine watched their style of walking, the sway of the hips that with out a doubt implied that things were for sale or at least for rent.

She looked around the bar some more and then caught the bartender’s eye. He delivered another drink to her table and again stripped her bare with his eyes before he left the table. She was worried as hell now that things had gone horribly wrong. Her lover had still not come in to rescue her from this, what she had now decided was a shit hole bar. She owed for several drinks now and she did not see how she could escape. The door opened and she heard its’ hinges squeak. She saw a tall man dressed from head to toe in black leather walk into the bar. In the dim light his body language had a definite “don’t fuck with me edge”. Catherine looked harder and saw it was her lover. She wanted to jump up and run to his side but she thought about it for just a second and remained seated to see how things unfolded. He walked up to the bar and the bartender put a shot on the counter without a word. He picked up the glass and turned to survey the room as he sipped the drink. He walked over to Catherine’s table and placed the drink on it.

“Where the fuck is my money?” he spoke harshly. Catherine was surprised at his statement and was opening her mouth to protest this when his big hand flashed into her cheek with an explosive impact. Her head snapped around and her cheek burned where his hand had struck her. “Where is it slut?” She stammered for an answer through her tears when another patron came over to the table. He appeared to be trying to come to her assistance. Catherine worried that this man did not understand what was happening and she was shocked when her lover with a sweep of his arm and a boot , dropped the man to the floor and then he placed a heavy boot against the man’s throat and said quietly but with considerable venom, “Fuck off puke”. Her lover lifted the boot of the man’s neck and the man quickly scurried away from the table. Her lover turned back to Catherine and again slapped her face and said, “You’re going to get that lesson you need bitch, I warned you.”

Catherine clenched in fear and shock and she shied back from him. He picked up her coat and threw it at her and then grabbed her arm and pulled her bodily up out of her chair. She tried to stand up but she skittered on the heels and found herself being half dragged to the bar. Her lover pulled some bills from his pocket and tossed them on the bar and without pause dragged her out the door. Catherine’s last thought as she was dragged from the bar was that no one seemed too concerned of her plight. Outside in the cool night air she received several more slaps that caused tears to flow and her nose to run. Her lover dragged her down the street and around the corner. The lights were dimmer here. She was quite afraid of her lover. She had never seen this side of him before and she was very scared of him, something that had never happened before. He pushed her down to her knees before him and said “Suck me, Now slut, Suck me or I’ll bitch slap you so fucking hard your family will feel it.”

Catherine’s tears flowed profusely and she was very scared. He pulled open the fly of his leather pants and pulled out his large cock. Catherine quickly took him into her mouth, her fear of him caused total obedience. She sucked him deep in her mouth and as she took stock of things she realized she was soaked between her legs. Her nipples were pressed against the sheer fabric of bra and blouse and he pawed her breasts harshly. He forced her mouth deeper by grabbing her hair and then she felt something very sharp under her chin. A long very sharp blade had appeared from nowhere into his hand. The hand that had been holding her hair as he pumped into her throat now stood her up and pressed her back against the rough brick wall of the building. His grip now shifted to around her neck and he let her see the blade in his hand. It caught the dim light from the lamp post by the corner. It was double edged and look evil to her. It went under her chin to hold her back against the wall as his hand reached under her skirt and gathered up the thong that barely covered her wet lips. He shifted grips again and she felt the blade flash past her mons and the thong go slack as the blade rent it. He took the fabric up in his hand and pressed it into her lips. The force of his pressing caused her to open her mouth and he forced the wet fabric into her, effectively gagging her. Her heart was thundering at the ferocity he was displaying. This must be her lover’s evil twin she thought, Stephen would never treat me like this. An explosive slap to her cheek changed that idea into folly in a second. He pressed her against the wall and pinned her with his body and then gruffly growled “Spread” into her ear. She parted her legs as best as she could and he completed her spread with his knee. His first thrust lifted her off her heels and he forced deep into her pussy. She could not cry out about the force because of the fabric of her thong balled up in her mouth. His ravishing strokes had a violence she had never noticed before. The harsh bricks against her back tore the fabric of her blouse and scratched her skin. She had never been treated like this before. He kept the point of the blade pressed into the skin under her chin and she kept her head tilted back so it would not pierce her. She was very frightened with his onslaught and the tears flowing down her face made her makeup run and smudge. He pounded a few more deep strokes into her and then pulled out. “Turn around bitch” he growled in her ear. She was crying fully now and as he spun her around against the wall she felt the cold bricks against her breasts. He kept the blade close to her throat and then with his knee parted her legs again. She knew what was about to happen and she was about to scream with his deep stroke into her unprepared ass when the flat of the blade was pressed against her face, right next to her mouth. He stroked hard into her ass. She could feel each stroke he made rending her. He was now stroking full deep strokes. She was glad he was wet from having been in her pussy or her ass would be badly torn and bleeding. She was petrified and could only whimper. His strokes were relentless and she could feel his hot breath against the back of her neck and the cool steel of the blade on her face. She had never been so afraid in her life. She gasped when she realized she had never been so aroused either. “Clench on me slut” he whispered fiercely into her ear. “I want to feel your ass holding my cock tight.” He emphasized this with a couple of extra deep and forceful strokes. She tried to clench on his hardness but she was so sore with the violation she could not. She had a thought about what if someone saw them, would they come to her assistance. Would they know that this man raping her ass was her lover? She felt his strokes slow and then she felt the flood of his hot cum in her ravaged ass. It burned like nothing ever before. The pain was almost absolute. She was glad he had cum, maybe now he would hold her and let all be well again. He lifted the blade from her cheek and slit the sleeve of her blouse of her shoulder. She felt the fabric go loose. She tried to spit out her thong that he had forced into her mouth but his hand covered her mouth and held it closed. His work with the blade continued and soon her blouse was in tatters at her feet. Three more passes with the sharp blade and he bra was shredded as well. The cold bricks of the wall were now against her breasts, the sensation , cold, evilly cold. He pulled himself from her and placed the blade against her ass. She knew in an instant exactly what she was feeling. At tug around her waist and her skirt parted and fell to the ground as well.

She was so scared and weak from his assault that as he stepped back from her, she slid down the wall he had pressed her to and curled in a heap. She lay on the ground with only stockings on and one shoe. She was naked and crying, he had taken her body and her spirit. She could feel the pain from when he had slapped her face and the pain from his brutal ravishing. She felt so weak, she gagged a bit and realized her thong was still in her mouth. She pushed it from her mouth with her tongue and lay curled and gasping. She could hear the steps of his boots on the pavement as he walked away from her. Her tears flowed harder. She had never felt more alone in her life. She could see the outline of him silhouetted in the street light as he walked away from her. She had only one thought left in her mind, had he left her?

She lay there for several minutes naked, whimpering and crying. One of the street walkers came to her and knelt down beside her. A deep male voice said “Here take this C note and get the fuck out of here, you saw nothing!” The street walker stood quickly and grabbed the money and scurried off.

Strong arms rolled Catherine’s weakened body into a soft blanket and picked her up. She wrapped her arms around this person who held her so tenderly. “C’mon my little slut, my car is just over there and we’ll be home in a few minutes. He carefully placed her in the passenger seat of the car and then went around and got in himself. He started the car and she felt its’ motion. The blanket felt warm and soft to her ravaged body. As the rocking motion of the car signaled their drive home she felt that calming presence of his hand resting on the cheek of her ass. She drifted off with the drive and when she became aware again she was in her bed. Her lover was sitting on the edge of the bed beside her with a bowl of warm water and a face cloth washing her face and torso.

“Catherine, what the hell happened to you?” “ I just got home and find you like this!”

She looked up to his eyes and the expression on his face was one of deep concern. Had it been her lover in the bar or someone else? She fainted.