You see a thin blonde young woman in the alley. She's wearing tattered clothes. Her hair is long and unkempt, her face dirty with dirt. She has an almost feral look to her as she stands there watching you. You take another step forward and say "Hello." The girl turns towards you but does not move from where she was standing. Her eyes are wide open, staring at you like two dark holes cut into her skull. Her eyes are filled with fear.
"Please," says the girl. "I'm lost... I don't know this place..." She speaks slowly, carefully enunciating each word. Your heart pounds against your chest as you stare into those frightened blue eyes. The girl just stares at you.
And then she smiles. A little smile that warms the coldest of hearts. It makes you feel good inside. And for some reason it also makes you angry. So much anger and lust, so intense, you can barely contain yourself. Sensing your anger, she seems even more afraid and breaks off running away down the alley. You chase after her.
She runs fast, faster than you would have expected someone who looks like she did could run. But you catch up easily enough. When you close the distance, you are at a dingy dead end back alley between two buildings. As soon as she realizes it's a dead-end, she stops and spins around facing you again. There is something about the way she moves; the way her body twists and bends when she changes directions. It reminds you of how cats will sometimes turn their bodies around 180 degrees when facing a predator. Now you've seen this kind of thing before, and it doesn't mean anything good.
But you're still going to fuck her if you have to beat her unconscious first.
As you approach, she crouches low, poised to spring again. Before you get close enough to touch her, she lunges forwards, swinging her fist upwards. You were expecting it and react instinctively by blocking the blow with one hand. Then she starts kicking you as well, alternating between legs and arms. It hurts, but you manage to block most of the kicks. You lunge towards her, grabbing her wrists and trying to pin them behind her head against the wall of the alley. She bucks sideways, failing to break free of your strong grip. She is staring wide eyed at you in terror.
"Please don't hurt me!" she screams hysterically. "Don't touch me! Please let go of me!" She kicks at your shins and tries to get away from you. It doesn't work. You grab her by the shoulders and shake her hard, trying to make her understand what will happen if she keeps struggling. Finally, she gives up and starts sobbing quietly.
Your anger fades quickly. You stop shaking her and start stroking her shoulder gently.
You take off her ragged shirt. Underneath she wears only jeans. She's very small; maybe 5'6", 135 lbs. As you stroke her you feel her trembling under your hands. You have an uncontrollable urge to impregnate her. To fill her womb with your seed. You know that she'll never agree to sex with you. So instead, you decide to use her body as a way of getting rid of all your frustration. You strip her pants off. She fights you every inch of the way. Even though she knows it's useless she keeps fighting. She bites your hand and scratches you. Still, you keep pulling her towards you until finally she goes limp in your arms. When you lay her on the dirty pavement she lies perfectly still.
She cries softly as you stand above her naked form. Her breasts are perky mounds that look soft and inviting. You kneel over her and kiss her neck. You feel her shudder beneath you. You bite her lightly and she gasps. You lick her skin, tasting her saltiness. Her belly is flat and smooth. Her legs are pale white and slender. Her hips are narrow, and her ass is round. It jiggles slightly when you pull her closer to you. You press against her, feeling her warmth and shape against your body.
"Please," she whispers...
She looks like some kind of fairy princess. A pretty young woman who needs rescuing from a bad man. That thought sends another wave of lust through you.