London Vista

Standing on the balcony, over looking the Thames and sipping a perfect white wine. Hearing the lap of the water, the police sirens in the background, the party raging in the background whilst out here is relative peace and quiet. A city fox trots along the pathway down below and she grins with delight.

The twinkling lights of the city are out there and she sighs, smiling, knowing that she achieved all of this herself, without the help of any man.

The breeze ripples her skirt upwards and as she bends down to smooth it, two hands grip her waist.

She quickly stands upright and one of the hands covers her mouth. "Be quiet" a voice commands. The other hand moves over her stomach and thrusts itself in between her legs. She can't struggle too hard, otherwise she'll flip over the balcony. All of a sudden, the height that provided her with such a perfect view, seems terrifying.

In her ear she can hear and feel heavy breathing and against her buttocks something hard and hot presses.

In a flash, the skirt is lifted and in one movement, she's pushed forward against the balcony ledge, her legs spread and a hard cock is nudged against her cunt.

Moaning, begging her attacker to stop, but the words come out garbled as she finds herself pushed harder against the hand between her legs.

"Say please" the anonymous voice commands.

Her fear, the hand on her her cunt, the cock just resting.

"No!" she wants to scream but still she can't speak.

Drenched between her legs, she wonders who is doing this to her and why and more importantly, why she wants to push herself, back, hard against the teasing cock.

The hand moves up the dress and pinches her right nipple hard and sharp, bringing tears to her eyes.

"Say please"

"Never!" she yelps, finally finding her voice.

"Fine" the voice states calmly.

Pushed forward further, the edge of the balcony cutting into her stomach, her body almost doubled over, the cock moves from her cunt lips to her arse.

"Sure you won't say please?" the voice asks mockingly, pushing gently against her tight arse.

"Fuck you!" she screams.

A drunken couple walking below look up and laugh.

"You will say please. Girls like you are always so polite"

Pinching her nipple again, so hard this time, a spot of blood smears into her shirt.

Furious, she thinks "Girls? Girls! Who the fuck is this prick? I'll kill him! No! I'll pay for him to get killed!"

"Fine" the voice says amused and disappointed, dropping his hands from her nipple and from around her stomach and stepping back.

Anger personified, she whirls around ready to scratch, bite, kick anything to injure this man who humiliated her and comes face to face with a woman - tall, elegant with a sheet of jet black hair that shines like an eel, covering her shoulders.

"But...?" she stammers "who the hell are you?!" she shouts at the smiling woman.

"Your worst nightmare" the woman responds, smiling wider than ever, pulling her hand back and slapping her hard around the face...