IN THE MIDNIGHT HOURS

Chapter 1: A Lady In Red

Chapter 1: A Lady In Red

Seedy Streets, Town of Erickson, Pennsylvania, United States, 1990....

      The none-too-subtle clicking and clanking of red leather high heels against the cement sidewalk with each step had been unmistakeable as a lone slender young pale peroxide blonde with seemingly haunting baby blue eyes and a youthful face with pursed ruby red lips and supple powdered cheeks, dripping with glamour had moved about the hot summer night as the humidity and the prospect of what strange new wonders the well suitable night hours would bring as the lone young woman, blonde and poised as she moved about swinging her hips from left to right as a means of enticing the next man's attention amid the soft glow of colorful neon lights and the street lamps that loomed high above. However, she had elected to stick to a much dim part of town.

A slight breeze carried with it the stench of old oil, the thick scent of gasoline from a nearby car, and the sickeningly sweet aroma of sweat, perfume, and cologne mixed with hot musk as the lone blonde continued to make her way down the sidewalk eyeing the cars and those of potential interest in her and her manner of business.

Her heels clicking amid the sidewalk continued to echo with each step, her pale slender legs barely concealed by the soft velvet fabric of her red dress. She had done all there was to do in plying her various tricks of her trade as she moved about the pulsing night looking for the next fish to reel in for a good time.

Of course, it wouldn't be a good time for her, she had never been at this for money or survival, she had been more or less involuntarily thrill-seeking, the kind of thing that moving her body beneath neon lights in a dark smoke-filled room with bad music and drunken patrons could never give her, at least not in large doses and she had been all for large doses.

Sex and drugs had been the name of the game for the lovely young blonde and her occasional dabbling with alcohol had been more of the same whenever she'd been out and about but the most addicting thing that had driven her to such extremes such as stalking the night in a bid to be enticing by way of provocative clothing with sweet-scented perfume and wild ambitions had been the overwhelming need to feel the slow and deep plunge of a thick hard cock between her wet slippery thighs in the wake of her most primal and unseemly of urges.

Sex had not been something she'd wanted like most people moving about looking for a good time, sex had been her way of life from the moment she had found herself given to the first painful intrusion from a thick cock that stretched her poor virgin insides in ways that left her hungering for more at the most vulnerable and chaotic time in her young life.

She could already feel her knees getting weak and the wetness upon her but not just any cock would do, she had been quite particular when it came to her cravings of sorts and skeptical of most of the men who had approached her, some inadequate and some dirty, but all willing and eager to show her a good time in their own right. Most had been disappointing, barely getting her wet in their selfish pursuit of orgasm in their own right and some had not been large enough for the full onset of sensation to get her off in the long run.

She had dated many boyfriends who had believed they'd been the answer to her prayers, the joke being on them that she had not been the type for such a thing and even less inclined to care about them aside from their lackluster performances in terms of sex. Her vile temperament and aggressive nature had left a good deal to be desired, but she had known that one caught far more flies with honey than vinegar when it came to getting what she wanted, what she needed, what she craved most of all.

There had been so many nameless faces and unqualified cocks that filled her young body during her many romps in various beds, cars, bathrooms, gas stations, and seedy alleyways. She cared for none of them as they saw themselves as the champions of her desires when they had all ended up being lackluster in the grand scheme of things.

She'd been too wild for them, much too much to try to tame when given to her base primal nature and there had been no way she'd ever allow herself to be in chains when it came to the strength of her need and the drive of her wants. She slept with whoever she wanted to, whenever she wanted to and that suited her just fine.

The young lady in red had been driven to such astounding lengths not by way of want all things considered but due to the unrelenting ache that filled her body when she had elected to ignore the primal urge that filled her and twisted her guts and quickened the beat of her heart in unnatural ways making her come undone as she'd been twisted in knots her blood boiling in her veins and her skin prickling with heat and sensation. Her sense had heightened and she'd been unable to focus on anything other than the sweet sensation of a thick cock filling her slickness and giving her desperate clenching walls the friction it craved like nothing else in the world.

The booze had been a means of making her braver, her shy demeanor something that often kept her at bay and slave to the madness of her cravings, the drugs had been a means of coping with the fact that she had never liked the person she saw the morning after in the mirror, nor the memories of various cocks that were shoved inside her to feed the urge that had taken over her young life ever since the first, unwanted intrusion that split her in two and left her body reeling from the memory even as the months and years passed since the thick scent of alcohol and cigarette smoke from the long dead bastard had been anywhere near her.

She could feel him, deep in the night, his rough calloused hands moving along her young and inexperienced body his breath hot against her skin on a hot and sticky summer night as his heavyweight pinned her rather forcefully onto her bed and he spread her slender thighs wide the menacing expression filed across his barely visible face in the wake of the shadows that filled her former bedroom. Fear had coursed through her then as much as it had now and the pressure from his large hand at her mouth to stop her screams as he thrust inside her breaking her in for the very first time, his cock thick and larger than anything she had ever known, her innocence shattered and her youth forgotten, he had pummeled her swollen sex until he had been content and showed up night after night to do it again and again.

Sleep had been something of a foreign concept for her then as much as it had been now as she continued her walk her body beginning to show signs of her desperation as the hours in which the brute had come to her room began to approach and the routine of him brutally pummeling her newly broken in sex in the middle of the night had been etched into her very being for years to come since that time.

Desperate and near on mad, she had finally found her target.

It had been a handsome young man roughly a few years older, eager and drunk as he approached her. She followed him into a nearby alley expecting more of the same hot and heavy rutting she'd received a time or two but this time had been different, he had not been alone and she had been powerless to flee the scent as the urge took over and she found herself at the mercy of the handsome young man and his friends who had the same greedy malicious expressions filed across their faces as they approached like a pack of rabid beasts all hard and all interested in having a go at her.

Little did they know, she'd been far from inexperienced and knew all too well playing the innocent unknowing victim had been what lured such eager participants in as they set upon her and the seemingly unending urge once more ignited.