Amongst Shadows by Gia

A black starless sky covers the city like a cloak and dull street lights illuminate the desolate alleyway. Disheveled brick buildings line the grim path that creates a isolating barrier; and all of the windows are shattered which lead to more mysterious darkness. Shadows stretch into the light, riddling the pavement with distorted shapes.


Walking home after a long day, she decides to take the shortcut home through the near by alley. She’s calm and unafraid of the enticing shadows, her own now dancing amongst them. The faint sound of horns honking from the nearby city streets pierce through the sound of the music filling her ears.


She keeps her walking pace casually steady, bopping her head to the music that engulfs her auditory senses, as she snaps her spearmint gum with her tongue. Midway through the forsaken alley she stops, looking behind her for a split second. Nothing. Yet she feels eyes on her, a lingering heaviness upon her flesh.


She pulls out one of her earbuds to hear the external world better and with another quick snap of her gum she continues to walk, looking into the broken windows as she passes and seeing nothing but infinite blackness. A creepy stillness that oddly comforting.


A breeze passes through the alley, blowing her hair gently and causing her loose dress to billow wildly. A chill electrifies her body from the cool night air, when she hears the clatter of what sounds like a glass bottle on the disheveled pavement. She turns to look behind her... yet again she sees nothing. With a gentle curiosity, she inquires a “hello?”


Standing still in her own stubbornness, knowing that she’s not alone, she watches the glass bottle roll towards her and follows the invisible trail of where it came from with her eyes. She takes a stride towards the dumpster, not wanting to get too close but still wanting to investigate the shadows. With a startle and a screech, a rat runs out from underneath the foul smelling dumpster. She lets out an exhale of relief and a soft laugh at the thought of not knowing who was more frightened, the rat or herself.


Before she gets the chance to turn around and continue on her way home, she’s snatched from behind by her hair, causing her to lose her balance and fall backwards. The mysterious entity who's eyes she felt just moments earlier began to drag her by her hair, and the girl can feel the uneven pavement lacerate her flesh.


The entity stops in the darkest corner of the alley, just on the other side of the dumpster and releases the girls hair. She’s dumbfounded as to what had just happened but before she even has time to think a rational thought she’s flipped onto her belly. The mysterious entity straddles the girl, their weight pinning her hard to the ground. The girl's cheek pressed against the damp dirty pavement, a hand pressing her head harder against the ground as if they were trying to fuse asphalt and flesh into one.


She squirms and exhales hard in defeat but continues to shift herself under the weight of the person sitting on her back. Amidst the girls struggle to free herself, she feels a soft touch against the side of her face that’s directed towards the sky. Soft fingers brush her hair behind her ear and the entities warm breath turns into words “I do enjoy watching you squirm under me…” a firm female voice murmurs.


The girls cheeks become flushed with heat and she holds still, with eyes shut for a moment. She can smell the woman’s perfume, a scent she can recall all too well. She swallows hard at the realization that this isn’t a stranger.


With one of the woman’s hands still holding the girls head against the pavement, the other slowly moves down along the side of the girl’s body. Her hand slipping under the girl’s loose dress, with a pleased amusement the woman affirms, “You’re in compliance, good girl…”


Letting out a soft whimper, the girls heart palpitates at the sound of recognition of her knowing she’s not allowed to wear panties with dresses.


The woman moves her hand from the girl’s head, only long enough to flip her onto her back. Lifting her dress up and cupping the girl’s sex, “Whom does this belong to?” she says demandingly. The girl looks up with demur eyes and says, “You Miss…” The woman grabs a fist full of the girls hair, pulling hard, causing the girls neck to expose toward the sky and her gaze to shift to the opposite side of the alley. “Whose?” She pinches the girl’s clit and the girl gasps as her legs spasm, “You Miss!” her voice distressed yet definite. The woman releases the girl’s clit and utters a “Yes it is.”

The woman slips a finger inside the girl and then adds a second, “you’re very wet babygirl… are you turned on?...” the woman leans down for a swift moment to lick the girls collarbone with the tip of her tongue. The girl blushes, knowing the woman can feel her response; the body doesn’t lie. She tries nodding her answer but the woman’s fist is too firm to allow her head to gesture a simple motion. “Yes Miss, very much so…” she groans and shift her body, still feeling the woman’s slender fingers inside of her.


The woman thrusts her fingers in and out of the girl, gradually getting faster, causing the girl to lose her breath. The woman suddenly stops and slips her fingers out and places them into the girl’s mouth, mid gasp. The woman releases the girl’s hair; she’s now able to move her head back flat against the asphalt, she looks up at the woman with yearning eyes as she sucks on her fingers before she pulls them out. The woman, still straddling the girl, leans down and kisses the girl on the lips, licking her own after “You taste so sweet, babygirl.”


The woman slips her two fingers back into the girl and adds a thirds finger, thrusting them in and out faster than before. The girl raises her head, mouth parted, as if inviting air in that her lungs refuse to grasp. The woman grins and asks, “do you want to cum, babygirl?” With buckled knees and a look of pleading desperation on her face, the girl nods vigorously and moans a, “Yes… please, Miss!”


The thrusting stops and the woman stands to her feet, stepping to one side of the girl. “Not tonight,” the woman says concretely. The girl’s knees collapse to the damp pavement, along with her head. She lies there looking up at the beautiful woman, shadows dancing across her flesh, like poetic tattoos.


With a confident turn, the woman begins to stride away from the girl and out of the alley, but stops to say, “be a good girl….” Before continuing her elegant strides away from her.


The girl lies still, panting as she shifts her gaze to the empty sky above her, dull lights diluting any stars that may be looking back. Thoughts race through her mind and butterflies flutter in her stomach, she pushes down her dress and sits herself up looking toward the exit of the alley.


She’s alone.


Another chilling breeze accompanies her as if whispering assurances that it wasn’t a reverie, and the shadows embrace her in consolation. Staggering to her feet, she regains her composure and continues on her way home.