Stalking in the Alley - 2
"You... you son of a bitch!"
The moment I took that one step, my head snapped clear — like the dog that had been nesting in it had finally wandered off. That was way too close. Some kind of hypnosis had gotten its hooks into me, and my fury had flared white-hot, but terror cooled my head in an instant.
The feeling of me — of me ceasing to be me. The hands had appeared out of nowhere, and I'd been so flustered that I just kept letting them touch me. I hadn't known it would keep going even if I refused, so I fumbled helplessly, unable to move, surrendering my body right there on the spot. My chest, my ass, even something that was practically sex... it had all felt so natural that I never noticed I was being hypnotized.
And so, without even realizing it, I'd lured that cock with my hips... writhed and moaned for those hands like I was loving every second... and all of it was burned vividly into my memory. Because I could still feel it, clear as anything — the sticky film of semen coating my skin.
(What a shame.)
"Wh... when did you get in front of me?! Let go! Let go of me! Aaahhn!"
The stalker gripped my thighs and kept lapping at my pussy with its tongue.
(Tempting me, are you?)
I shook my hips and twisted my body, trying to back away, but my thighs were locked firmly in place and I couldn't move an inch. The thing just kept lapping at my pussy, then pulled my swimsuit down and drove its tongue deep inside, exactly like before.
"Eep... hyaaAAAH!"
Taking this while dizzy with hypnosis and taking it stone-cold sober were two entirely different things. The pleasure was beyond anything I could have imagined as a man. I twisted my hips, quickly realized it was useless, and — out of options — simply froze in place.
God only knew how many women it had devoured. It licked with technique I couldn't have dreamed of, and sucked with perfect precision at exactly my weakest moments — so, forgetting even to struggle, I covered my mouth with both hands to protect the last thread of my dignity as a man, and had no choice but to keep feeling every movement of that tongue.
Squish, squish.
The stalker seemed to sense it didn't need to hold me down anymore; it kept licking and sucking with its tongue while kneading my ass with both hands.
Why does a woman's body feel this much...?! Was this what women were always like, or was something wrong with this body? I felt the tongue working my pussy and the hands fondling my ass at the same time — hands spreading my cheeks wide apart so the tongue could push deeper, deeper inside, groping me in slow, sticky strokes as if it wanted to savor the feel of my ass itself.
I have to... get forward. As if it would never, ever allow me to turn and walk away, every time I tried to swing my hips around it clamped down hard on my ass or my pelvis, and I couldn't turn my body at all.
With truly superhuman willpower, I managed to take one step forward — but all that effort earned me was the stalker lashing its tongue even harder, as if it wanted me to come faster.
"No..! Please..!"
If I got through now, would it let me go? No. If I were the stalker, I would never let go. I'd wring climax after climax out of her until she was a quivering wreck — and then I'd make absolutely sure she looked at my face.
Pssshhhh—
"AAAAAAHHHN!"
And so, for the first time while fully sober, I came — as a woman. But just as I'd predicted, the nightmare didn't end.
"I came! I came, so let go!"
Slurp... schluuurp...
I couldn't even lower my head. The moment it dropped and the stalker raised its face, I'd be its slave. I pushed desperately at the stalker's head, but it didn't budge an inch. All I could do was keep feeling that tongue and those hands.
If... if three minutes pass like this... That hypnosis from before would come again. I'd lower my head without even being able to resist... and in that instant, I'd be its slave.
"Oooohhk! Stooop!"
It spread my ass wide, drove its tongue deep into my pussy, and licked. That was all it did — and I was left in a state where resistance was simply impossible.
"No... nooo!"
I came again. My mind went white, strength drained from my body in an instant, and the hand gripping the stalker's head below me clenched down hard. My legs shook and trembled as I barely held myself up — but it was nowhere near over.
"Stop it! Please!"
Schlop.
"HaaaAAHN!"
The mouth sucking hard on my clit wrung another climax out of me. My hand tightened on the stalker's head, but the strength drained right out of my legs, and the moment I started to slump down —
*Squeeze.*
"Ahh!"
The stalker pressed up against my ass and held me steady instead.
"Why?! Aaah!"
But that was just a moment's amusement, apparently — it started lashing its tongue furiously all over again. My legs were dead weight, so I bent my still-obedient upper body forward instead. Better to just fall forward, I thought. I had to get out of this hell. But the stalker caught me yet again with unbelievable strength.
"No! I don't want this!"
Praying desperately for release, I took one step forward in that position — and the stalker, which had been rooted like an old tree in every other posture, let itself be pushed aside easily the moment I moved ahead. If I'd been in my right mind, I would have realized: the stalker follows the rules too. It might molest me all it wanted, but it couldn't stop me from walking forward. But after climax after climax, I was in no such state — and walking forward had become nearly impossible. Worse, the stalker was now positioned directly beneath me with its tongue buried deep inside, the perfect angle to make me feel everything.
"Ugh..."
I couldn't escape, and the moment my head dropped, we'd be face to face. The last thread of my sanity was all that kept my chin up... but the moment I gave up and looked down, I'd fall into a hell of pleasure that would make everything I'd felt so far seem like a joke.
*Slip.*
"Hiiiik?!"
That was when the stalker's finger slid into my asshole. My mind snapped wide awake. My chest, my ass, my pussy — those were erogenous zones, organs I'd grown as a woman. But my asshole had been there since I was a man. Instinctive horror crawled over my skin — and that, at last, let me lurch forward.
(What a shame. Such a shame... if I hadn't made that promise, I'd have caught you ages ago.)
"Hahh... hahh... pro...mise...?"
My head was clearing, flash by flash. Maybe because I'd climaxed so hard and then gotten a brief rest, my body actually felt even more sensitive now.
(Don't you remember the promise you made?)
You're so cute. If you'd just stayed still, I'd have pinned your waist down so you couldn't run, and stirred your pussy with my tongue until you came.
I'd have trained your asshole to feel just as good as your pussy, sucked on those big breasts of yours, and stroked your swaying hips. You'd have been so sexy and adorable.
For an instant, the stalker's earlier words overlapped in my head. Was I always this smart? I thought — but the point was, if I'd stayed still... I probably would have taken all of that. Every last bit of it. Goosebumps prickled across my skin.
This wasn't some soft, forgiving world like a lewd game, where you get felt up for a moment and then they let you go. It was a merciless world where once you were caught, you were caught for life... no — for eternity. The one mercy was that my enemy happened to be a beautiful woman-shaped thing... but the thought of that merciless chain of orgasms going on forever, or living out my days under hypnosis, made me sick to my stomach.
(Still... you can't walk anymore, can you?)
"Hiihk?!"
I had no strength left to walk. A little more rest — just a very little — and I thought I could move again. But not now.
(You'll recover soon... so it has to be now.)
The stalker walked over at its own leisurely pace and sat down on my thighs. And then... I felt a cock press against my pussy.
(Now, choose. Shall we continue where we left off? Or — just once. Just once, and then we rest for a whole hour?)
"Ahh... no way! Ahh!"
As if to tell me not to rest, the stalker settled its weight on top of my prone body and, with its cock pressed against my pussy, slid a finger into my hole, fingering me in slow, shallow strokes. That alone was enough — my oversensitized pussy gave in far too easily.
(That willpower of yours — I love it. Your breasts, your ass, your face, all of it. You're mine, no matter what. I want you so badly.)
One hand fingered me while the other kneaded my ass in slow, sticky circles. It was the kind of touch that seemed to say: even if you don't choose, three minutes from now you'll be mine anyway — so pick whichever you like.
"Ahh... wait, just..."
The rulebook said to avoid direct sexual acts — never, ever give consent... and the stalker is still asking for my consent even now.
(Your willpower is astonishing. Even now, you're thinking about something else, aren't you?)
Just like a vampire can't enter someone's home uninvited, the stalker has rules too, nngh... Direct sexual acts — even the stalker can't do those of its own free will.
(That willpower. Truly admirable. Once you're mine, I'll set up regular rest periods to keep it intact, forever and ever. A precious jewel must be treasured.)
"Please... not sex. Anything but that."
(I'm perfectly happy to just let the three minutes pass, you know?)
I could feel the cock throbbing, swollen hard with lust. It nudged and teased against me as if it would plunge straight in the moment I gave even a sliver of permission. If the rulebook specifically warned me to avoid direct sexual acts, then what I'd suffer otherwise could be worse than the hypnosis. But if I didn't choose now, I would... fall under the hypnosis.
"Ugh..."
(Incredible! You crawled forward just a tiny bit — you bought yourself three more minutes!)
Squelch, squelch, squelch, squelch.
"Hiiiit!"
Helplessness and despair crashed over me — there was nothing I could do. If anything, the stalker seemed delighted that I'd moved; its fingers found my weak spots with perfect precision and worked them mercilessly. And as I came, I realized I'd been driven into checkmate — with no move left to make.
(I'm going to ravish you, no matter what. A human as cute as you, as beautiful, with a figure like that — clever, too, and reacting like a virgin? I'm never letting you go.)
Then a window reading NEW! popped up in front of me. My vision was hazy from the endless climaxes, and — whether it was the hypnosis or not — I was just starting to enjoy the feel of the stalker's ass pressing down on my thighs when it appeared.