A Shot in the Dark 
(P-M1f1, H-P, NC-F, Viol)
An erotic story by Katryna
Last updated 12/17/06 

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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.