Meet Mister Wall, Sailor V

She ran down the alleyway in pursuit of a criminal, her blue high heels making a small clicking noise with every step, long, near hip length blond hair trailing behind her, almost as if it were a cape. Her eyes narrowed as it became darker the further she went in, the only source of light for a good distance behind her. She could barely make out the shape of her prey...

But it was for naught, as her target vanished completely as the darkness grew much too strong for her eyes. As s kept running, she wondered what could have happened; and then, it hit her. Literally. She ran head first into a brick wall, which would explain why there was so little light; a wall was between her and the nearest street light on the other side.

She yelped as she hit it, her small frame hardly enough to cause it any real harm. Of course, the real bad part came when, while dazed, confused, having the wind knocked out of her and a body aching from the slamming head long into a solid wall, she fell backwards, the back of her head hitting the hard, cold ground below with enough force to cause her to black out.

Sooner or later --mostly later-- she began to come around. Her head throbbed like crazy, her entire body felt incredibly sore; something one would expect from slamming into a solid wall of bricks. While her mind felt foggy and it buzzed with much pain, she pondered as to how she could have been stupid enough to run into a wall. More importantly, she couldn't help but wonder why, exactly she felt hands running over her body.

As first, she figured it was just her mind playing tricks on her, that the pain from slamming into the wall she was stupid enough to run into was so intense that it was messing with her. But, after a few moments of letting her mind sort out the input from her body, she knew that it wasn't her mind. After all, slamming into a wall couldn't explain the feel of two sets of hands on her body or why one set was, at this very moment squeezing her breasts.

Her eyes shot open at that; the first thing to greet her was a low light... and in that light, a figure directly in-front of her, giving her a very, very rough guess as to who it was. It was large, that was for sure, and the hands felt rather big as well; must be been a man. She tried to move her hands, to push this man away but she found that they were tied; she also found that she was sitting because, moments later, her legs were pulled wide open, and the other set of hands moved between them.

She gasped in shock and tried to struggle her way to freedom, but that just alerted whoever these hands belonged to that she was awake. Their hands clamped down on her supply body, holding her tightly as she struggled with all her might. It only served to work for them; for as she struggled her small, still developing breasts were being ground into the palms of one set of hands, while her small little ass were being ground into a crotch directly below her.

"So you're awake, huh? Good, I was hoping you'd come around before we finished."

The man in-front of her said, his accent thick, definitely British in nature... not the man she was after at all. So, who was he and why was he gra- wait, finish? Finish what, exactly? Her mind raced, as if oblivious to the obvious, but then again, she was a naive young girl, what would she know about what they were doing to her? Well, other than the fact that touching her breasts and between the legs made her utterly uncomfortable and wanting to get the Hell away from them.

She felt the hands belonging to a man behind her running across her bare thighs, causing her body to shudder as the hands on her breasts squeezes them roughly. She gasped and whimpered softly as her struggling died down, she knew that there was no way of getting out of this... at the moment.

"Awww, come on girl, struggle a little more... I wanna feel that small little ass of yours rubbing against me again!"

A voice came from behind her, no doubt the hands on her thighs belonged to him. His accent was also British, but it seemed... rougher, less well refined. She wondered why he wanted it so badly, wondering if it had anything to do with that lump she could feel pressing against her rear.



Up until that point, all they had heard from her where whines, whimpers and moans, from time to time... but, as his fingers ran across her slit, she cried out in shock and pleasure... but she also mumbled something in her native Japanese, as a reflex. This took the two of them aback, for in the darkness, and given her blond hair, they didn't assume she was Asian, let alone Japanese.

"Hot damn, we got ourselves a little Asian bitch! What a nice little find, eh?"

The guy from behind asked, fingers rubbing hard against her little lips, making her squirm and moan, ass rubbing against his crotch. Encouraged by this reaction, the one in-front let go of her tits, but took hold of her hard little nipples, pinching them roughly, making her writhe even harder, moaning in a mix of pleasure and pain.

"A little Japanese girl, if I'm not mistaken, and one that seems to be loosening up to this whole thing. A nice find, indeed..."

The fellow in-front answered, finally.




"That's it, I'm gonna fuck this hot little Japs pussy!"

The fellow behind said, and the man in-front chuckled.

"Shit, go ahead, man. You know me, I don't like deflowering girls, even if it means sloppy seconds. Besides, she has a pretty little mouth that I can use..."

She trembled and whined at that, feeling his hands leaving her body as he stood. She heard a zipper... and then another, the sounds of metal dragging on metal from above and below put the fear of God into the little scantily clad crime fighter



She cried out in shock and a little bit of pain as the dick plunged past her little slit into virgin territory. Regardless of how wet she was, how slick and how stretched out his his fingers got her, she was simply incapable of being ready for the massive girth of the meatrod that was being forced into her. Her hips jerked upwards, her body attempting to get away from the intruder anyway it could. Somehow or another, she manages to get her feet onto he ground below, then attempt to push her entire body up and off him. But, his hands grabbed her arms, right at the elbows and pulled her back down, forcing her back down, causing the same pain she felt before... only so much more as it was driven deep within.

But then, it stopped... she could feel it pushing against a barrier inside of her.