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Old 04-08-2008, 05:33 AM   #1
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Default The Ragman Cometh

Ok so.. I figured while i was being creative i would try writing a story as well it might be a little long, So.. sorry but let me know what you think...

The Ragman Cometh


The rain actually felt good, Felt comforting on her bare skin. Tanya pulled the tattered remains of her dress tighter around her body as she curled up in the fetal position. Her bright red hair that had only a few hours ago been primped and perfect was now soaking wet and filthy with the mud and grime of the alley where it had happened, where the once confident intelligent woman had been reduced to nothing more than a quivering crying sack of flesh. As the tears that had been wetting her face were replaced by the onset of rain falling from the heavens Tanya’s mind drifted back to the beginning of the night that had turned out so wrong, it all seemed like a dream now, or, more specifically, a nightmare.

She had looked good in the mirror, damn good. Tanya was 25, a young woman just out of college and on her way to a promising career. She was one of those girls that seemed to have everything going for her. She was smart, had a brilliant career ahead of her and god was she ever gorgeous. She was 5’6” with shoulder length deep red hair, she had long legs and perfect 34c breasts, as she stood there looking herself in the mirror only one word had come to her mind “knockout.”
She wanted to look good tonight, she was meeting with Toby, a young Executive from the office building where she had just been hired as a consultant, Toby had the power to really make things happen fro her, had the power to set her career on the fast track, plus she found him to be incredibly hot. He had asked her to dinner after her interview and there hadn’t been a question in her mind about taking it.

Tanya reached down and smoothed the skirt of her favorite little black dress, a strapless number that clung to her every curve and accentuated all the right parts without being too sleazy. She had looked up to the clouds looming in the sky but had shrugged them off, the storm was at least an hour away, she would be knee deep in expensive wine and fine dinner conversation by the time it hit, and with any luck well on her way to Toby’s apartment later in the evening. As Tanya dropped her name to the maitre-d She felt like some sort of rock star or celebrity, she was shown to an excellent table and treated with more respect and admiration than she had ever experienced before, this was all too good to be true, at least that’s what she thought, and she remained thinking that as she sat there, at that table, alone for the next twenty minutes.

She was sure she hadn’t misheard Toby, He had said seven o’clock, at this restaurant, but he had not shown up. She tried calling his cell phone but got no answer. Little by little her heart began to sink as the realization set in, she had been stood up. After a little while longer of waiting, and a few complimentary glasses of champagne courtesy of a sympathetic waiter Tanya forced herself to stand up and head for the door.

“How could I have been so stupid,” She muttered to herself. She was angry, not at Toby, but at herself for having believed he would show up, she had just met the man, what a jerk he had been, and how stupid SHE had been to believe him! These were the thoughts in her head as she had tried, in vein to catch a cab outside the restaurant. Before she seemed to have no trouble catching a ride, she had simply flagged one down, but then her night had been on an upswing, now it seemed like everything that could go wrong, was. She wasn’t even really surprised when she felt the first slight drop of rain falling onto her head. It figured she thought. Here it was nearly 8 pm, there weren’t any cabs stopping in front of the restaurant, and it was beginning to rain. After a few minutes of waiting for one of those asshole New York Cabbies to stop for her she decided she might have some better luck further up the street, perhaps nearer an intersection, surely when she was a little more out in the open no cabbie would refuse a fair on a rainy night from a woman in distress! She began walking away from the front of the restaurant, along the sidewalk towards the nearest street corner.


The cold grey eyes watched her as she left the light, left the safety and the warm embrace of civilization and began traveling down the sidewalk towards him. The man didn’t have a name, or, if he did he had long since forgotten or stopped using it. He wore the same clothes now that he had worn on his first day in the street, a black long sleeve shirt and worn down ragged brown slacks. His clothes were tattered and smelly from age; they weren’t so much clothing any more so much as they were rags, just simple rags to keep his body from the elements.
The sound of the woman’s pumps clicking against the concrete of the sidewalk getting closer and closer made the odd mans heart beat faster with every step. She was stunning. Of course for a man on the street most of these New York women were pretty but this one was positively perfect. He brought his cigarette from his mouth and extinguished it on the harsh ground beneath him, with out the flame from his cancer stick he was barley visible there in the shadows, and there was no need to alert her of his presence, not yet any way. Absent mindedly he licked his lips as his eyes locked on to the woman, locked on to his target.

Tanya wasn’t paying attention, she didn’t care. Her mind was busy berating her for her foolish thoughts and actions that evening. She had actually almost thought she might get laid that night, and instead she was walking in a storm... perfect! Fucking perfect! She was too preoccupied to notice the darkness of the street she was on, too preoccupied to notice the alley she passed, and too preoccupied to be aware of the man that stepped into the street behind her.
Her first sense that something was wrong was the smell, the gritty smell of something dirty, something almost rotting; it was her only warning before she caught a glimpse of a slight gleam of light. A random light reflected off of the shiny knife blade that had been pulled around from behind her. A moment later she felt the flat of the blade pressed against her neck with the tip pressing in just slightly. There was a presence behind her, a large one she could feel her body yanked back savagely against the body of her attacker. Her eyes grew wide as she heard a voice, a deep commanding male voice, whispering in her ear.

“Be quiet honey.. Make a sound and I will cut your neck...” he commanded. Honestly, wasn’t that stupid? Of course her first reaction was to scream out for help. Tanya felt her scream muffled by the dirty grim covered hand that clamped tightly around her face making it hard just to breathe let alone scream. Her body struggled and pulled against her captor but she quickly realized that who ever this man was, not only did he have a weapon, but he was much stronger than she was. She could only writhe helplessly as he continued to speak.

“I said shut up bitch… I can see we are going to have to teach you a lesson or two in following orders...” He couldn’t teach her that lesson out here of course, so to Tanya’s great dismay he began pulling his prey backwards towards the alley, towards the darkness.
Tanya’s struggles only increased as the man's secondhand, his free one, reached around and grabbed a hold of her right breast. The Man groped and squeezed her as though her were measuring fruit at the supermarket, at that moment Tanya's worst fears began flooding into her brain, she HAD to find a way to escape. She had to find a way to escape. She renewed her struggles but found the same result her captor was just too strong!
“DO YOU WANT TO DIE BITCH!?!?!” the man demanded. As he did so the knife was pressed a bit harsher into her neck. She could almost feel the feint trickle of blood as it formed at the point of the knife and slowly traveled down her long slender neck. Tears began welling up in her eyes, her terror and the raw emotion of the sudden attack were overwhelming her, and she knew the man would want an answer, but she could not speak, she could only shake her head “No.”
The man smiled as he felt her body beginning to quiver in fear, and that smile broadened when she shook her head. Fear of death was a powerful motivator, with some it could be all the influence one needed, this one was different though, the man could feel it, and she would need to be…pacified… just a little. His strike came with military precision and strength. He shoved his victim forward into the brick wall of the old building in front of them. Tanya never saw it coming; her head was forced against the wall and gave a sickening THUD as her skull made contact.
The blow was not hard, had it been worse it could have cause unconsciousness, or even death, but that was not the intention. Tanya’s head throbbed and she became dizzy, colors blurred and her knees buckled. The seat of her skirt beginning to soak through was her first clue that she had fallen to the ground, right on to her rear end, but she was still feeling the effects of a blow to her head, there was nothing she could do, and her attacker didn’t want to waste time letting her regain her footing.
He was on her in an instant, one swift hand knocked her backwards, completely onto her back, and a moment later he was straddling her stomach. She pulled and struggled beneath him as she began to re affirm her whereabouts. Her struggling stopped when he held the knife to her throat.
“It’ll all be over soon bitching... and I won’t cut you unless I have too… But you had better play nice...” his words were oddly comforting, even if they were lies. He told her that he had no intention of killing her. What if he just wanted her money, what if he meant her no harm at all?
That was a stupid thought, and one quickly thrown out the window as the knife slid down her chest. He was pressing enough to scratch her but not draw any blood. The knife hurt more as it ventured between her cleavage and then finally to the small section of her dress between her breasts.
“N…no...” was all Tanya could manage, a feint plea for mercy, but her cries fell on deaf ears. As the fabric began to tear under the blade of the knife the tears in her eyes began to overflow, there was no doubt now what her fate would be.
The Ragman set the knife aside, just beyond her reach as soon as he had cut down about half way through her dress. He loved this part the best. “The exposure” the moment when you reveal what was never meant to be revealed. With each hand he took a corner of the torn dress and with a savage strength he yanked in opposite directions. Tanya sobbed and pulled as her bare chest was revealed to the night air. Several small rain drops hit her bare flesh and the chill brisk air made her nipples harden and cause goose bumps to form on her perfect silky smooth white skin.
Her attacker retrieved his knife and held it threateningly toward her as he leaned down, his disgusting, probably diseased mouth cupped over her left nipple. Tanya felt the man's tongue as it tasted and licked her. She reached forward and tried to push the monster off of her, tried to get his weight from her stomach.
“Please!! God no!!!” She cried, as her futile pushing only served to make the man suck on her tit with all the more vigor. The man's free hand was groping and tightly squeezing her right breast as he sucked on her left, and there was little poor Tanya could do to stop him.
The scattered raindrops were turning into a downpour now, the sound of water droplets on roofs and cars and the streets was becoming deafening, at least for Tanya who was lying on the cold unforgiving ground. Her body was getting soaking wet and she was freezing. The ragman pulled up from her breast and smiled at her. It was an evil smile, the sort of grin that could have worried Lucifer himself.
“Time for the main event you little whore…” There was little doubt about what he meant. His strong controlling hand slid slowly down from her breast gliding along her side rounding over her perfect hips and down her thighs until it reached the bottom of her skirt. Her eyes met his and all she could do was shake her head, pleading, hoping to find one spot of decency in the man, though she knew there was none.
The rain had plastered her dress to her body so when her attacker began to force it up the dress fought him, as though it too wanted to save its master this humiliation. Slowly Tanya felt more and more of her inner thighs exposed to the filthy ground beneath her. Of course her ass was already wet but now her bare skin was becoming filthy, she felt the dress round her ass and knew without looking what the rapist was seeing, black silk panties, perfectly sensual and alluring. Tanya had meant them for Toby, had almost been hoping to show them off, and now she was, but not to Toby.
The knife was her undoing again. She was too frightened to move as the sharp blade licked along the skin of her inner thigh. She knew if she moved too much the blade would cut her so she froze. She even sucked in her breath as the blade slid under her panties. With one quick pull her underwear had been severed along her left leg a moment later the right side followed suit. Her woman hood, her most precious possession was completely exposed to the man who was about to make it his.
The man reached for his pants and unzipped. Tanya couldn’t bear to look as the man withdrew his erect cock. Tanya braced herself, tried to remain stoic. Even as the man crawled on top of her and she could smell him, she remained silent and defiant. As she felt the warmth of the head of his cock against her pussy still, she remained solid as a rock; it was only when the cock was forced inside of her, roughly and deeply, that she could not longer withhold her emotion. The sobs came freely then, the tears flowed like waterfalls as thrust after savage thrust sent the massive organ deep into her body. The pounding was so savage that she was almost unable to breathe, as though she had been socked in the gut by the force of the thrust.
It felt like she was there for hours, naked, exposed, and raped. All the while the rain poured down, coating her with rain and deafening her screams and cries. When she noticed a quickening of the man's breath and pace, she knew the end was near. Her sobs muffled her words making them almost indeterminable.
“Not in me….P….” But her words were either ignored or not heard. A moment later her attacker groaned and thrust himself deep within her, this last thrust felt deeper than all the others. She felt his muscle tighten several times as it shot its payload into her. Soon she felt the warm fluid dripping from her abused womanhood and out along her thigh and onto the ground.
The man remained silent for a moment, letting his manhood return to its normal size before pulling free of his victim’s body. He stood and pulled himself back together. The Ragman’s cold grey eyes took one last look at this woman, laying beaten and raped in puddles of rain water, the Ragman smiled and turned away, leaving her to her own shame.
As she heard the man's footsteps traveling off, Tanya couldn’t help but think about the rain, it felt good... The rain actually felt good
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Old 04-08-2008, 06:19 AM   #2
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a wonderfull story, well done
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Old 04-09-2008, 01:47 PM   #3
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wow. unbelievable. this is great. i love the whole concept of degrading classy stylish women into "nothing more than a quivering crying sack of flesh"
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