Author's note- Hey guys, I've been thinking of this story for some time after I was finished with Demitri's Fantastique: Anastasia. There's a lot of stories mainly focused on Alex and I just thought as ridiculously good looking as he is give someone else a chance! Also there's seems to be a lot of victims of rape and very less willing or submissive woman so I thought why not turn the tables around just a little bit. This story is more of a side then a sequel. I hope you enjoy this, especially you ladies ;)

I feel terrible my friends, I did something Alex yet I can't explain it. Believe me I've been feeling guilty all day and it has dropped to a terrible low as I stare at the B section of the library (I like to read but my friends don't know that). The Great and Secret Show, Damnation Game, Mister B Gone, all belong to the same author. I picked up Damnation Game from its shelf briefly reading the plot then turned to the back were the picture of Clive Barker was shown. The eyes were colored in with a yellow marker making my blood curdled. I was about to read about the author when I felt a light touch on my back almost making me jump out of my skin.

"Oh, I'm sorry sir," said the girl with a smile then left. Suddenly my fear was replaced with fascination. The girl had long black hair with hazel eyes. She was tall and slender like with a graceful walk. I can imagine her a dancer in ballet or something dealing with graceful dancing. Forgetting the book I dropped in on the ground and watched her for sometime. Mainly she browsed the rows but mostly in the R's. When she looked in my direction I bolted to another row randomly grabbing a book I didn't know about hoping she wouldn't get curious. Knowing I needed to get out while not looking suspicious I went to check out whatever book I had only I didn't know she was behind me.

"Well this is the first time I saw a man get Fifty Shades," she said pointing at the book. I began to blush red as I looked at the cover of Fifty Shades of Grey knowing its representation of 'kinky sex'. "Oh God I picked up the wrong-I'll just-"

"I know it's horrible," she said taking the book out of my hand, "It's nothing more then recycled shit."

"Why would you say that?" I asked following her into the J section with Darker and Freed. She turns to me almost looking frustrated.

"It's basically Twilight for adults, mainly for lonely housewives and overworked mothers with weak minds. My friend and I tried to read it but I couldn't get through it mainly because it's Twilight with sex but my response was mild compared to my friend Anastasia."

"Oh really," I said following her out of the library, "What did she have to say about it?"

"Oh she just read the synopsis and burned it saying 'I will not bow down to Edward Cullen or Christian Grey or whoever that wanna be pretender is because men bow down to me!' Oh sorry, where's my manners, I forgot to introduce myself, I'm Rachael."

"George," I said shaking hands with her. We were silent for a moment staring at each when Rachael broke the ice. "Say…would you like to have…I' don't know…coffee with me?" I smiled knowing she was going to be a nice girl. Nice girls go out for coffee while bad girls come to your house for a little of the old in-out, in-out…I was sort of right.

Since I didn't have a car we went for a drive in Rachael's Mustang down to Starbucks. Rachael got a mocha cappuccino while I had blonde coffee with sugar and milk. For a while we talked about ourselves and boring blah that wouldn't be interesting to hear for you my friends. The thing I will tell you about is I became unconscious after drinking my coffee. One moment I was sitting at a table across from a sweet Rachael the next I was tied to a chair in a strange room I've never been in before. Rachael was sitting across from me not looking so innocent as the last time with a lit cigarette.

"Hey Georgie boy," she said, that sweet smile should not be on such a sensuous body. "You're finally awake, I was afraid I might have given you too much in your coffee."

"Wh-were…..Help! Somebody hel-" Suddenly a hard smack found my face by her hand. Rachael straddles herself on my lap, even though I was afraid of what might happen to me I was somewhat having an erection. She was running her fingers through my hair as she spoke.

"I know about you and your friends, George. Your gang has done very terrible things."

"Are-are you the p-police?"

"No, but I should tattle on you but I'm willing to spare you if you do something in return."

"Like what?" Again she slapped me hard in the face repeatedly for a few minutes. Through this whole painful process I was strangely liking it. "You disgust me," she sneered untying me, "The way you treat those woman makes me loathe your sex. Stand up and strip," she ordered, I immediately stripped to my underwear quickly feeling scared and aroused at the same time. Usually this was the other way around. She looked at me in my underwear, she didn't look pleased. "Did I say you can stop there? Take them off!" Without another word I took them off covering my sex out of embarrassment.

"What's the matter? You didn't care to show it to a poor innocent girl you and your friends too advantage of last night why so bashful now?"

"I…" before I could answer Rachael riding crop and smacked me hard on my hands exposing myself. Rachael observed looking pleased by what she saw. "That is very nice….Far better then Dim and Pete but let's see if you can last longer then them." Before I could say a word I felt her hands on my cock messaging it up and down in quick but skilled movements. It felt undeniably good but I didn't get to climax, instead she put a collar around my neck.

"That's good, I'm very impressed….now get dressed."

"But…"

"NOW!" Immediately I got dressed with a harder then ever erection. Before Rachael kicked me out the door she gave me a long, passionate kiss that left me very breathless when she pushed me outside with information. "There's a note in your pocket, read it!" she said then slammed the door. I picked the note in my pocket, they were directions to my house and a message. Be at this house at 7:30 AM or I call the police. If you show up without your collar I'll hurt you even harder-Rachael

With that in mind I went to the nearest bathroom to relieve my itch then went back home feeling scared, satisfied and confused at what just happened.