The Alley Stalker – 3
"Aaaahn!"
(Hurry up and choose)
As if pressing me to make my pick, the stalker probed deep with its fingers from behind, while its free hand used that cock of its to go tap, tap against my pussy. It carried the tone of a parent lecturing a misbehaving child — the message unmistakable: I was the one in the wrong, for refusing to take its cock.
A Hint Window Has Opened!
Hint: Deals made with Anomalies are binding.
'Fuck — what do you want me to do about it!'
"Hieek!"
The stalker curved its fingers into a hook and soon began scooping my pussy from below to above with its index and middle fingers, lifting my hips higher and higher as it did. Startled by my own hips creeping up inch by inch, I tried to force them back down — useless.
(Where do you think you're going)
The moment I tried to lower them, the stalker — which had been stirring my insides with fingers as gentle as a caress — seized my pelvis and pinned it in place. Left with no choice, I could only moan and raise my hips exactly as the stalker intended. And holding that pose, I understood instinctively.
The pose I was in right now was the pose of a woman on her knees, offering up her ass.
(A lovely view, as expected)
With a soft plop, the stalker laid its cock down on my upturned ass and began to fondle me, still holding the pose.
(Do you even realize how badly you turn me on?)
"Nnngh… stop it…"
I'd never once imagined I'd be forced to strike a pose straight out of someone else's fiction — as a woman, no less. All while being told I was making a futanari hot and bothered…
(You really do… only ever say the most arousing things)
The moment I tried to lower my hips or twist away, my pelvis was grabbed and locked down tight, as if to say: don't even think about running — just stay like this and keep showing me that body of yours. Helpless, hips raised, I had no choice but to endure those wandering hands.
(Your posture is simply perfect. Now that I look at you, I suppose I'll grant it? The terms are still the same. One hour of rest for each time I cum inside you)
Squelch, squelch, squelch.
"Aaah! No… I'm coming again!"
And then, as if it had seen quite enough, the stalker resumed stirring my pussy with those fingers — and I came, helpless and utterly without defense. That brief thirty-second rest had been poison, in truth.
The stalker knew that if I kept coming back to back, my body would overload and the pleasure would only dilute — that was why it had let me rest. My nerves, sharpened to a razor's edge, sent flashes bursting across my vision.
At the same time, a fog rolled through my mind, and the stalker began to feel… lovely.
The soft, overwhelming grip of the hands kneading my ass. The hook-shaped fingers thrusting into my pussy, urging me on. Even that cock, pestering me insistently, as if staging a protest — why does my pussy and womb get to be all ready for breeding while I'm not allowed in?
All of it felt natural. All of it felt loving. It was me — the one withholding permission — who seemed like the unnatural thing here.
(Mmm… it's a beautiful sight, but you mustn't move)
Resisting that feeling with everything I had, I crawled forward.
Remembering the low-crawl drills from my army days, I inched my arms ahead, little by little. I didn't have the presence of mind to lower my raised hips, so I dragged myself desperately along, ass swaying with every shuffling movement.
I could feel my large breasts and nipples scraping against the floor — and whether the sight of me like this moved it or not, the fingers stirring my pussy paused for a moment, and my own mind snapped briefly back into clarity.
(Ah… it really has been far too long since I've seen such a blissful sight)
Before long, cold, soft breasts pressed against my back,
and a frigid hand slipped in between my breasts where they met the floor and pinched my nipple.
Like an octopus securing its prey, the stalker leaned its body up over me as I lay prone — and draped itself down on top of me.
Slurp. Slurp.
"Hiiiii!"
A tongue dragged across my ear and chills ran down my spine.
We were pressed together without the tiniest gap, so I felt the stalker's cold, supple body in its entirety — and because of that, the furiously erect, burning cock wedged in the cleft of my ass registered all the more vividly. Strangely enough, the stalker weighed nothing at all, so I could have crawled away whenever I liked.
But everything about that pose declared that it had absolutely no intention of ever letting me go.
Hint: Deals made with Anomalies are binding.
"A deal! Let's make a deal!"
(Hm… are you certain? Right now?)
"Aahn… yes, right now…"
My entire body had gone hypersensitive.
The cold breasts pressing into my back, and the breast fondling me so clingy it bordered on obsession. The cock nested in the cleft of my ass — and my pussy, dripping and in heat, as if it somehow understood what that throbbing deep in my womb meant, a feeling I'd never known back when I was a man.
Not hypnotized, not drugged — fully lucid — and still, I felt as if I might just grant that cock entry on the spot. That was how sensitive every inch of me had become.
(Is that so? Then say it)
My words carried the meaning of consent, but the caresses only grew rougher, as if to say do you really think you're in any position to bargain?
I kept my eyes squeezed shut for fear my head might accidentally turn — and the stalker, finding even that endearing, nuzzled my cheek. One of the hands kneading my breast slid smoothly down and began pressing firm little jabs just above my womb, unmistakably urging: open that pussy already.
"You promised! You didn't keep your promise!"
(And you didn't exactly need that promise kept right now, did you?)
Anal development. Breast-sucking and waist-stroking. That was the promise the stalker had made — and it was right.
No deadline had been set, so there was no need to fulfill it this very moment.
And yet I remembered.
How the stalker — because of a promise it had no obligation whatsoever to keep — had stopped the instant my legs gave out, forced its fully-captured prey to endure instead of taking what was already in its grasp, and pushed its fingers into my ass.
"I've already been anal-developed! And I'm offering you my breasts and my waist!"
The hand stopped.
The face that had been nuzzling my cheek, the cock that had been patting my ass — everything froze.
"Anal development too, and my breasts and my waist — all of it, I'm giving to you!"
(Hmm…)
I'd spoken without adding any other conditions — half expecting it to fly into a rage and molester me into surrender instead. Because I knew that if it just kept touching me like that, I'd end up handing over my pussy on the spot.
(You do understand those terms are absurd? If I simply wait, I get everything anyway)
"Mutual consent is better than you just taking it by force! Kyaaaah!"
Mid-sentence, a finger pinched my clit, and a woman's scream tore out of me before I could stop it. The instant my overwrought body took its most vulnerable hit, the world flashed white and I found myself trembling, shaking uncontrollably.
(There is one more condition)
"Haah… haah…"
(Three creampies)
"No… no way!"
(I will pursue pleasure purely, as a human would)
With that whispered against my ear — creampie, three times — I nearly nodded yes before catching myself with everything I had. And the stalker, sounding almost disappointed, generously tacked on an extra term.
'Am I… am I not doing badly, actually?'
Left as things were, I'd end up surrendering my pussy with my own two hands, and God only knew what would be done to me afterward. And at the end of that road… a very high probability of becoming a slave, sunk into a hell of pleasure.
But if it wasn't the pussy-offering spelled out in the rules — if it was sex, purely as the terms of a deal…
"T… two! And no insertion in my ass, ever!"
I attached conditions.
I figured there had to be a reason it wanted three, so I haggled it down to two. And I banned anal insertion under the pretext of "development" — I'd been too panicked earlier to dare put conditions on it, but plain intercourse might well include anal, and whatever femininity had been dumped on me out of nowhere, I had to defend at least a minimum of my manhood.
(Haah…)
At that, the stalker let out a long, long sigh.
(Ordinary women, when cornered like that, either beg or despair. Even strong women, usually, bite their lips and swallow their tears of humiliation in silence)
The stalker pressed down gently on my hips and lowered them for me. Then it leaned its body over mine and whispered —
the way a lover whispers before making love, every word drenched in tenderness.
(But you chose to make a deal. You knew that an Anomaly clings to its promises — and you offered me the single most effective condition you could)
The stalker wrapped me in a tight, affectionate embrace.
There was not the slightest trace of groping in it. And yet that hug made me feel astonishingly, terrifyingly fragile.
(You even placed my lust itself upon the scales)
(That's right. I'd far rather ravish a woman in her right mind than fuck some senseless, broken one)
Cooper's fluid surged from its cock in heaving waves, soaking my ass until it glistened. The furiously engorged cock wriggled with impatience, desperate to ravish the female before it this very second, and slick, viscous liquid streamed down its length as if the lube of the female in front of it were beneath consideration.
The stalker lovingly stroked my cheek and murmured like a devoted lover — and utterly, completely at odds with that scene, its cock seethed with something close to rage.
(You truly, truly drive me out of my mind)
I could feel its balls — swollen tight and heavy with cum — slowly rubbing back and forth against my ass, smeared head to toe in Cooper's fluid. It was so blatant it read like a declaration: I want to pour everything I have into this female, right now.
Nothing like the touch that was melting me to syrup — this was sticky, deliberate, hungry, a movement that swore it would never let go. And through it all, the stalker kept talking.
(In exchange for one fewer, I'll add a single condition. Before I cum inside you — you will masturbate for me, right in front of my eyes)
"Th… that's…"
Words of instinctive refusal spilled out of me.
It hadn't even been that long since I'd become a woman — and now I was being forced to masturbate for the first time as one…
Tight.
But the stalker pulled me in a little harder, as if to forbid the refusal. It wasn't a strong embrace at all, and yet instinct understood it instantly: the moment I refuse this, I will be the one dealing with what comes next.
And that something next… would be something far, far heavier.
"Yes… I understand."
That embrace left me unable to force out a single word of refusal.
(Such a good girl)
The stalker stroked me, the way you'd pet something adorably obedient —
its enraged, swollen cock still resting on my ass the entire time.