The alleyway was filled with purple lights flaring against the water-lathered ground. The sky had been drizzling since Zack opened this morning, but now— it was almost pouring. The other shops on his row were closed. They had been for a few hours now. The rest of the street rested in a barren state.
Zack locked the door and made his way toward the parking tower. He took a quick glance down to check his credit pad, then looked up. He squinted, peering into the shadow between two buildings. He took a set of delicate steps as he passed the tangential alley, then sent himself into a jog in the direction of the tower.
Zack took a quick peak back at the shadowed alley.. nothing. He was a bit of a worrier, and at this time of night, he had good reason to be. The streets of the Ultra District were a breeding ground for gangs. They basically ran the place. But fortunately, the street behind him was completely empty— and quiet, save the pitter-pattering rain.
He turned forward, just as a woman’s voice rang out. “Somebody’s out of work late.” Her mockingly pouty tone caught Zack off-guard. He looked up to see a slender woman standing before him. She stood with her chin held high and a nasty smirk painted across her face. Her head was cocked back at an angle as if to account for her uneven hairstyle. The two-thirds portion of her head that was not shaved lay covered in long, sleek, rain-soaked, onyx hair. The buzzed portion of her head was inscribed with a series of tribal markings.
Along her chest, she wore an unzipped violet jacket. Her legs were covered with black, latex, thigh-high boots. Around her pelvic region was a thin, high-waist, G-string of the same dark color. The protective string to which was extremely skimpy. Just thick enough to give her decency.
“Are you done?” she said. Zack’s gaze left the area between her thighs and landed on her neck. Wrapped around her throat was a sturdy-looking, metallic, spike-sided collar that was inscribed with purple, glowing scratch marks which Zack could not quite make out.
“It’s a little late to be running around, isn’t it?” she prodded. “I hear there’s a nasty gang of girls prowling around the streets these days. You wouldn’t want to run into them.” She made a meandering approach.
“I-I’m just tryna get back to my car,” Zack replied.
“Of course you are,” she mocked. “But we both know your plans just changed.”
“N-no, they didn’t.” Zack started to back away in the direction of his bar.
“Oh, they didn’t? Then what are you backing away for?” she advanced. “What happened to getting back to your car?” Zack attempted to turn and make a run for it, but she dropped to the ground and swept her legs, bringing him to a falling stop. Shoulder first, he hit the ground. The woman’s lissome figure crawled on top of Zack, straddled his hips, and pinned his arms to the ground. Her voice flaunted flirtatiously, “What are trying to run away for? I just wanna to play.” She arched her back, causing her chest to press against his.
“N-nothing. I’m still going to my car,” Zack replied, trying to lift his body. But she kept him down. The woman slipped out of her jacket and threw it aside, revealing her white crop top covered breasts. As the rain beat down, the remaining dry parts of her shirt started to soak. Her perky nipples poked through the nearly transparent fabric. It stuck to her chest, carefully outlining her breasts. She shook her chest in Zack’s face. “Go on, have a taste,” she smiled. Her chest shimmied again. Zack fought momentarily, making a slight struggle. From an outsider’s perspective, it might have looked like he was trying to convince himself that there was nothing he could do. “Oh my god, this is so the problem with you dumb fucking men—” Her voice heightened in annoyance, “You can’t do anything for yourselves.” She dug her nails into Zack’s thick blond hair and pulled his face into her rain-covered boobs.
“There you go,” she applauded. “Keep going, cutie.” She reeled his face left, right, then directly between her boobs, she shook her tits against Zack’s face. As she did, his penis swelled excitedly from beneath his pants. His mind was still making weak attempts to combat his flesh, but to no avail. The woman noticed his erect bulge and started gliding her hips against his lower body.
“Mmmmph, shittt—” Zack let out. His face still stuck between her boobs.
“Oh, so you do like it. I was getting worried,” she replied in a tone that did not show any true concern. She gave Zack a final pull against her chest, then lowered his head back to the street floor. In a commanding tone, she ordered, “Take off your pants.”
The quelled concern in Zack’s mind could only muster up a slight moment of hesitance before he did as he was told. The worry of uncertainty floundering in his mind was near fully overpowered by his bodily desires. She lifted her off his hips, reached down to feel his erection, then slithered down to his midriff. Her face hovered over his cock, she pulled down his underwear, revealing his pulsating, girthy dick. “Not bad for a little simp.” Her chiding words were quickly followed by her lips wrapping around his shaft. Her face descended, sending Zack’s penis to the back of her throat. She stopped and waited, allowing her salivating throat to encapsulate his penile flesh before bringing her lips to the top. She gave his tip a sloppy, tongue-twisted kiss, then plunged down. Her lips curled around the base of his cock. She could almost reach to his recently shaved skin. She brought his tip to the entryway of her mouth, then sent it to her throat, she pulled back, and released his cock from the grasp of her lips with an audible pop. “FUCK,” she exclaimed.
She exuded the aura of an impatiently horny cyber star. The woman brought herself up, straddling Zack. Her legs now ran along the side of his thighs. Her back stood straight. Her ass hovered over his exposed penis. With one hand, she reached down, pulling his cock toward her, with the other hand, she moved her G-string aside, gathering it in a thin collective against her inner thigh. She eased herself downward, guiding his flesh gracefully between her tight vaginal lips. She continued lowering her lower body to send his cock deep inside her. She came back up. Then slipped down, establishing a smooth pace. Zack could feel her tight bubble of an ass gently bounce off him with each gravitational pull. His hands held her sides, helping to stabilize. “Mmmmm, that’s a good boy. Make yourself useful,” she applauded. The backhand of a compliment sent a wave of pride through Zack. He enjoyed hearing that he had done something well, even if it was condescending.
Her lift offs exceled into an aggressive rate. Her hips rolled with each ass shaking fall. She gave her ass an emphasized plunge— then waited. Zack could feel his cock throbbing deep inside her inner walls. Blood was surging through his veins. He was getting close and starting to question if he could hold out. Her bubbly, round ass snuggled tightly against his pelvic area. She sat up straight and held there, staring down at Zack in the middle of the alleyway. The purple neon lights danced on her rain saturated skin. Her hand reached to the back of her collar and lightly pressed a round circle that rested on the smooth, metallic adornment. The smooth segment disappeared into the rest of the frame. She carefully pulled the collar from her neck. Zack’s eyes left hers. He could now read the purple glowing markings that ran around the front of the collar. It read *Siona’s Legion* across the front. His mind wrestled with that name— *Siona’s legion*. He watched while trying to think as she turned the collar around. *Siona’s legion?* In a swift movement, she leaned forward, and placed the collar around his neck. His ears rang as the collar locked into place. Fear attempted to shoot through his pleasure fogged mind.
She let out a cruel chuckle as her hips resumed their aggressive roll, sending his cock back and forth inside of her. “You’re going to make such a good little bitch,” she said. Her voice took a falsely encouraging tone. Zack still tried to process the collar and the name which it wore. But it was a futile effort. The present circumstances damned his thought stream. He was too close to cumming. His mind was clouded until further notice.
The woman lifted her rain soaked shirt, threw it off, and guided Zack’s head by the hair as she brought herself to all fours. She pulled his body into an upward lean, then let go of his hair. So his face was reaching for her gravity pulled breasts. Her skin was raised with water covered bumps. Zack alternated between passionately kissing and licking her chest. It was his mission to clear the water from her chest, but each attended to spot was quickly occupied with trickles of rain.
She continued swaying her hips against his body. Zack felt as though the middle of his shaft and tip were being specifically targeted. But he was alright with that. It felt amazing! With a quick pace, she glided, pulling his tip to the very edge of her pussy, but never allowing it to escape. “Fuck, fuck, fuckkkk,” she let out. Her voice trailed wildly, echoing between the buildings. “Fuckk! Keep going, bitch boy.” She utilized the full length of his cock. Her ass jiggled wildly, and her boobs shook aggressively as Zack tried to keep from releasing his juices inside of her. Each pummeling descent drew him closer and closer to giving up.
“Cum for me, cum for me, oh FUCK! Cum for meeEE—” She wailed as Zack’s tip erupted inside of her. Warm, white globs of cum shot against her tight walls. She intensified her grinding motion, milking every drip from Zack’s blood rushed cock.
“HOLY SHIT,” Zack grunted. The release his body was experiencing vigorously shook him for a few seconds. She bounced and bounced until his shaking body settled. Then, she lifted away from him, stood up, and pulled a vial from her violet jacket. She spread her legs slightly as if she were preparing to urinate on him, but instead, she let Zack’s cum trickle from her pussy directly into the vial. It filled about halfway until she screwed on the lid, then threw the vial into one her jacket pockets. She gave him a sneer and pulled a thick chain leash from her jacket. Zack, still laying on the ground, had little chance to process an attempt at moving before she latched it around his collar.
The fog in Zack’s head had almost completely cleared now. But he feared it made little difference at this point. He stood up and tried to make a run, but the woman held his chain leash tight, yanking it to a taught stop. Zack felt a sharp pain pressing into the sides of his neck. “What the fuck is that?” he yelled. “Shit!”
“What are you in such a hurry for. Your car isn’t even that way,” she laughed. “You’re not going to get very far without those spikes piercing through your weak, little neck,” her voice danced.
“What do you mean? What the fuck are you talking about?” Zack replied angrily. Likely enraged by the pain in his neck.
She laughed. “I mean, you’re coming with me. Is that so hard to understand? BITCH BOY.” She waved a small remote at him. Her finger waited hovering over a circle button housed directly in the center of the remote. The button had a thin, glowing outline. A glow matched that of the purple text wrapped around his neck. With a cruel laugh, she pushed her finger down lightly, causing the spikes to press harder into his neck. She lifted her finger. The spikes stopped, but did not alleviate. She tossed him a sadistic grin. “Now, like I said— you’re coming with me.”
Source: reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/nogdmy/used_and_captured_in_the_alleyway_femdom