A Shot in the Dark (P-M1f1, H-P, NC-F, Viol) An erotic story by Katryna Last updated 12/17/06 This adult story is (C) by Katryna. It may be redistributed subject to a few provisions but may not be sold or otherwise used for profit and must have this heading attached. Please read my legal notice as downloading, redistributing, or reading this story signifies your agreement to the terms and conditions outlined within it. Author's Note: Nonconsensual stories are pretty rare for me, but this idea, initially suggested by a friend, was too appealing to resist. This is the second erotic story I ever wrote, and it probably shows... At first glance, this section of the city would seem dead: burned out tenements and the occasional warehouse, windows lit here and there by pale, almost ghostly lights. Yet a moment?s reflection produces the contrary impression of a predator in tall grass waiting to spring. Here and there the occasional passerby hurries through the deserted streets, cursing their stupidity and stubbornness for venturing out here after dark again. Here he hides in the shadows of a dark alley, a predator within a predator. He peeks around the corner and smiles to himself as he sees her. She looks about 15, he guesses. Jeans, a tight t-shirt, petite, long brown hair. He can?t see her eyes just yet; brown, probably. "Nice rack," he murmurs to himself. He smiles again. "Yep. Dumb bitch is alone..." He presses himself back against the wall of the alley as she passes, then suddenly springs forward, clapping a hand over her mouth and dragging her backward, lifting her right off her feet. He turns, quickly, throwing her into the narrow alley, her body smacking into the wall. She slumps halfway to the ground, gasping for breath. He can almost taste her fear as she turns, still panting, and he swings, his fist landing square in the middle of her stomach. She doubles over, and he pushes her against the wall on his side of the alley, in the shadows. As the girl gulps air, he reaches around, unzipping and unbuttoning her jeans. He yanks them down, followed by her panties. He grabs her ass with his hand, clapping the other over her mouth. He can hear her muffled, feeble scream through his hand, but she?s too terrified to move much. He feels himself swelling as he shoves his hands roughly between her legs, feeling her pussy. "Mmm, already wet for me, eh cunt?" He snarls, grinning, shoving two fingers into her, feeling the tightness. She whimpers. He feels his own pants growing uncomfortably tight, and unzips them, pulling his throbbing cock out. He pushes her shoulders downward with his elbow, rubbing his cockhead between her legs, against her already half-slickened lips. She squirms, whimpering louder through his hand. He grunts, thrusting forward hard and feeling her give way. She screams again through his hand as he takes her hard from behind, moaning as her soft, warm pussy surrounds him. "Oh, damn you?re tight, cunt," He groans, shoving hard into her, almost lifting her off the ground. He settles into a pattern of quick, hard thrusts as she whimpers and squirms, but his weight and his hands keep her in place. He feels himself warming, tensing, as he drives deep, feeling his head pressing against her cervix. "Hope you?re on the pill, bitch, he grunts, driving in again, then shudders, moaning as he feels himself spewing into her. He collapses against her, grunting as he finishes coming, then yanks himself out of her. He grabs her shoulder and whirls her around. She whimpers, he can see the terrified look in her eyes, but to his disappointment she wasn?t crying. He loves watching the little bitches sob. He grins, looking down at her. "That was fantastic. You?re a great fuck, you little whore." He reaches into his pocket, feeling his fingers close around the familiar steel. Slowly, almost teasingly, he pulls the gun from his pocket. He lets her get a good lock at it, watching her eyes widen and her body tense. He slowly lowers the barrel towards her. "Say goodnight, bitch." A loud crack echoes through the alleyway, followed by a choked gasp. He stares, eyes wide, as the gun slips from his lifeless hand, hanging at an impossible angle between her palm and arm. She releases him, grasping it, turning it almost in slow motion and settling her hand on the butt, her finger resting lightly on the trigger, the barrel leveled between his bulging eyes. "Goodnight, bitch," She whispers. The roar of the .44 Magnum echoes deafeningly in the alleyway as the recoil twists the gun out of her hands and the back of his head dissolves in a spray of crimson punctuated with chunks of gray. What?s left of his head jerks backward, and his body, off-balance, collapses on its back, thumping wetly against the concrete. She kneels and stuffs his still half-hard cock back into his pants, zips them up, then places the gun in his hand. "Another one falls through the cracks," She whispers. She stands, looking down into his now-ruptured eyes, watching as the blood spreads from his corpse. "Was it worth dying for?" She wonders aloud. She chuckles. "Frankly, I?ve had better." She slips like a wraith from the alley as a light rain begins to fall, slowly washing the walls and pavement clean.