He sat at the back of the bus, staring at the same losers that rode #437 every night. Loud, angry music filled his head as the first track on the cd in his walkman began to play. His hands fidgeted with a small metal object that was not easy to make out from a distance. He was waiting for the 34th street stop. He knew that was where she would get on. It was where she always got on. Her shift ended precisely at 11:30 and she would always catch that bus. He had watched her for months. He did not know her name, but he knew where she worked, where she lived, and the perfume she wore. He also knew that he had to have her. 

He sank down in his seat as the bus lurched to a stop in front of Delanco’s Drugs. There she was, Miss Veronica Jessup. She was not the sex kitten type. That was something about this woman. Something that none of Jimmy's girlfriends ever possessed. It was purity. It was something that his entire life had lacked. 

She sat toward the front of the bus as usual. He watched her rummage through the large black hobo bag purse she carried. She smiled as she pulled out the treasure she had sought. She applied a thin coat of lip-gloss from one of those little white pots. A crude smile crossed Jimmy's lips as he thought of how soft her lips would feel around his cock. 

He had three stops between where Veronica got on and where she got off. He had mapped out the route and knew that he could get off the one before hers and make it to the alley a few streets from her house by bike before the bus could drop her off. He had locked up the junky old ten-speed he stole from in front of a dilapidated trailer in the trailer court across town. 

He stared out the window and watched the scenery passing him by as they rolled closer to the Market St. stop. Every once in a while he would steal a glance at her. She now sat reading an old paperback novel. From the looks of the cover, it was a romance novel. "Romance" he thought to himself "it's nothing more than soft core porn for bored housewives." He gazed back out the window once again. Finally, the bus lurched to a stop in front of Coronado’s Pizza. He picked up the dirty black backpack he carried and made his way to the front of the bus. 

Jimmy kept his head down as he passed her. He did not want her to notice him, especially not tonight. The bus driver closed the doors and pulled away as Jimmy stood there for a moment. He glanced up and down the street before he started toward the alley behind Coronado’s. There sat the bike, chained securely to the dumpster. He dug the key from his pocket and unlocked the heavy lock that held the thick chain in place. He slid the lock and chains both into his backpack and sped off on the bike.

He cut through several alleys that he had mapped out over the course of the past few weeks to find the quickest route. Once he navigated his way over to the corner of Market and Dragoon St. He then quickly ducked into a dark little alley and locked the bike to the railing along the loading ramp where Fisher's Market once stood. Jimmy made sure it was out of site.  He knew that she had to pass the desolate alley on her way to her apartment building. His plan had to work. He laid his backpack on the ramp as well. The way the dumpster was placed would obscure the entire ramp from view, making it the perfect spot for the tryst.

The air was heavy and quiet there. He knew that the bus would be pulling up to the stop in a few moments. He laid a 2 foot long piece of a 2 x 4 within easy reach and laid down on the dirty ground. The light there was low and not many people passed by at this time of night. It was too dangerous for most people but to him it was the perfect place. As he lay there, he listened for her to approach. As he heard soft footsteps falling on the pavement in the near distance, he began to loudly groan and writhe slightly. 

Veronica stopped at the end of the alley and peered into the dimly lit corridor between the buildings. Empty metal trashcans and debris lay strewn around. She could barely make out the outline of a figure in the distance. She crept closer, moving very slowly as she looked around for any suspicious character who might be lurking. 

"Hello?" she timidly called. "Is someone there?"

Jimmy faked another loud groan. Veronica moved closer, seeing his body crumpled on the ground. Her naive side took over, assume he had been hurt. She knelt down next to him, placing her purse on the ground next to her, and looked down into his face for a moment. Before she could get a good look at him, a sickening thwack rang through the stillness. Her body slumped over onto his. He quickly tossed the wooden weapon and hopped to his feet. He dragged her limp body further back into the dead ending alleyway. 

He laid her out on the cold concrete slab and quickly went to work securing her in place. He pulled the backpack closer and opened it. Inside was a variety of things including duct tape. He placed a large strip across her eyes, and a second strip was ripped off as he taped her wrists to the metal railing. He tested the bond making sure she was securely tied into place. He then just looked at her. The light black jacket she wore cloaked the ugly blue polyester waitress uniform she wore. He opened it and stared for a moment at her body. 

The hideous blue material hugged her body closely, leaving little to the imagination. He reached into the bag and pulled out his switchblade. He carefully cut the material down the center, making sure not to nick her flesh. He pulled open the uniform. Beneath it, a soft cotton bra and low cut bikini panties covered her still. He worked her panties down her thighs. Her skin was so soft and supple. He knelt between her legs.  He could feel his cock straining against the boxer briefs he wore. He held the musky smelling panties to his nose and inhaled deeply. She smelled so good to him.

He then balled them up, and shoved them into his pocket. He stared down at her neatly trimmed triangle of pubic hair. He ran his hand over it. He forced her legs apart, getting a better look at her bare flesh. He traced his index finger up and down over the yielding little lips of her pussy. He let his finger sink between them and into her velvety folds. He slowly worked it in and out before pulling it free. He licked the thin fluid off his finger and smiled. He loved the taste of pussy. Unfortunately, for her, she would never get to feel how talented his tongue was.

He then moved the tip of his blade between her breasts. He sliced through the thin material holding the front together. The cups separated, still clinging loosely to her firm breasts. He could see the outline of her nipples against the material. Jimmy laid the knife down and peeled back the bra. He caressed her breasts roughly with both hands. He let out a low moan as the girl laid their still unconscious from the blow. 

He looked down at those lips. Those seductive, pouty, pink lips still coated with a sleek coating of lip-gloss. He undid his pants and reached inside to pull his thick cock free. He then straddled her upper body. His right hand tangled in the short black hair that framed her face and yanked her head up. He pried her lips open as he held her head steady.  He lunged forward, letting the head of his cock slip into her mouth as his fingers held it open. His fingers quickly slipped out, letting her mouth close around his cock.

He let out a soft moan as he just savored the feel of her warm mouth around his cock. It had been so long since he had touched a woman. He began to fuck her mouth slowly, pushing deeper inside. Her saliva quickly wet his cock, letting it slip in and out with greater ease. He began to thrust faster as the feel of her mesmerized him.

He pulled back, knowing if he did not stop, he would cum in her mouth and would not be able to fuck her. He moved back down, kneeling between her splayed legs. Veronica started to stir. Groggily, her head lifted from the cold hard concrete. Panic quickly set in as she struggled to move. He forcefully put his left palm against her pelvis and held it down as he guided the head of his cock to her tender little cunt. With a single thrust, he buried himself to the hilt inside her. He could hear her panicked mumbles that the panties absorbed. 

He started to pound her pussy fast and hard. He did not care if she liked it or not. Her tight pussy squeezed tight around him as her body flailed. She tried to kick free but it was useless. She could not get him off her. He continued to push deep into her with every thrust. Her body was shaking and tense. She fought with all her might to stop him but he kept going. His cock pistoned in and out of her hard, deep, and fast. He could feel his balls tighten as he powerfully took Veronica's innocence all away. He moaned softly. He did not even notice that someone had slipped into the alley and now watched the two from the darkness. It would not have mattered to Jimmy anyway. He was too caught up in the feel of that warm, soft flesh wrapped around his throbbing cock. 

He threw his head back as he howled with delight. His cock jerked deep inside her as thick spurts of cum filled her tightness. He could hear her sobbing through the gag. He would have felt bad if the rapture of cumming inside that hot little hole had not taken over. He collapsed on top of her, lying there resting for a moment before pulling out. As his cock exited some of his semen seeped from her abused pussy. He tucked his deflated cock back into his pants and zipped up. He reached in the bag and pulled out a box. The man in the shadows could not tell what it was from his hiding place. 

The stranger watched curiously, as Jimmy opened the box and pulled out a small plastic bottle. He moved from between her legs. The rustling of plastic wrapping filled Veronica’s ears as she laid there trying to figure out what was happening. Suddenly, she felt something plastic thrust inside her. She was shocked. A cold fluid rushed into her pussy, leaking out onto the remainder of her tattered uniform and the cold concrete beneath her. Once it finished the rustling, sound occurred again. Another surge of liquid filled her as the douche was emptied into her. He did it twice more, trying to assure that all traces of his sperm were gone. He gathered up the wrappers and the box, along with anything else he had lay down and stuffed them into the bag. He looked around to see if anyone was there. 

Jimmy stood up, fished the lock key from his pocket again, and freed the bike from the chains. He tossed them in the bag and slipped the straps onto his shoulder. He quickly took off on the bicycle. The stranger crept to the edge of the alley, watching him disappear into the night. The young scruffy vagrant, Duff, then, grabbed the abandoned purse and approached the bound woman laying vulnerably on the ramp still. He could smell the fragrant odor of sex and Massengil, as he got closer. 

"Hmmm must be my lucky day," he stated coldly as he stared at her. 

Veronica panicked. Had the other man left? Were there more waiting? She kicked wildly as she pulled at the binding around her wrists.

Duff was not more than 25. He had seen many things wandering the streets but never came across anything like this. He thought for a moment about what he should do. He could help her, providing she would give him a reward. He could fuck her. It had been years since he had any sexual contact with another human being. He rubbed his swollen cock through the worn brown pants he wore. Since he already had her purse, he could simply take anything in it of value. 

She heard the zipper of his pants being pulled down and continued to struggle. Duff slapped her across the face as hard as he could. His cock was not quite as thick as Jimmy's but clearly 3 inches longer. He pulled it free, aimed the tip at her freshly cleaned pussy, and gave a sharp thrust. She let out a loud squeal into her panties as the tip of his cock speared her cervix opening. He pumped his hips like a jackrabbit, giving deep, quick jabs into her. 

He could feel a warm wetness surrounding his cock. He did not bother to look or even care what it was. His bloodstained prick continued to maul her abused pussy as hard and deep as it could get. She laid there shaking and trying to scream. Duff leaned forward, putting his hands on the ground above her shoulders. He trapped her there, forcing in deeper now that she could not be jolted forward. Her cries went unheard as he continued to mercilessly pound her bleeding fuckhole over and over again. 

She could smell the heavy scent of alcohol on his breath as he panted heavily. He gave a final, brutal thrust and held his cock deep inside her. She felt the warm rush of semen exit him, filling her womb with the unwanted mess. He grunted as the last of it splattered into her. He remained motionless for several minutes while he caught his breath. She continued to sob and try to scream. A loud noise at the end of the alley broke the silence. 

"Hey... you there" yelled the stern voice of Officer Patrick O'Malley as a bright beam of light fell on the two bodies. 

