Chapter 3. Rain and Cum

I was walking down the hill, knowing exactly what I would do tonight. I didn't want to do it, but I felt like I had to. It was a sort of ritual for me, to prove myself that I was something in this life, not just a toy, not just a thing for sale my brother made me into.

It was the beginning of the week, tuesday and at 2 am the streets were empty and dark.

I was pacing for an hour now and it was starting to get chilly in the air. I was moving silently, going towards the smaller and poorer part of town. It was nothing to be seen and heard besides some accidental homeless animals and rats digging and rattling in garbage containers by the sides of the road. My destination point was in industrial area where nothing was functioning during night hours. Except for one building.

In some half an hour more I walked down a small path that lead through the bushes down the river. It was a shortcut, to avoid the motorway.

When I reached my destination point I stopped and hid myself behind the corner of an old garage, opposite the two-stored red brick workshop and waited. Soon I saw the front door open with a loud squeak and several young girls came out, laughing and speaking loudly. They were all workers from the textile factory going home after late shift.

There was a group of them, maybe ten and they were moving together towards the main road where an old buss was already waiting to pick them up and drive back to town.

I held my breath in, it was all up to fate now to decide what happens next. This ritual I had repeated for almost three months now, once a week. I would hide myself around the corner, watch the women finish their shift, then observe them walk up to the bus and disappear from my sight.

If there was one chance, only once they would leave one of them behind, I thought to myself.

I wasn't sure what exactly I wanted to do then.

The girls were all of the same or close to the same age, not younger than sixteen and not more than twenty, all as I suspected were illegal immigrants or working on the black factory without any rights. That was what I said to myself. They started their working day early, before sunrise and finished late, always picked by the same bus at the same time.

I couldn't see their faces clearly, but they was something attractive in the idea of suddenly capturing one of them and ...and what then? I gulped.

I felt tiny beads of sweat forming above my lip and slightly stinging my torn by my brothers' fists flesh. I held the breath in again, watching the group of the girls like a predator hypnotizing the prey with non-blinking eyes.

I saw the last one of them climbing onto the bus, then it closing the doors and moving away, leaving dusty cloud after its wheels.

Except for me, the street was empty now.

I waited a bit more then took a chestful of cold night air and closed my eyes, leaning aganst the brick wall of the house.

What a fuck am i doing? I said to myself aloud. Why am i doing it?

I felt the breeze starting to pick up and the first drops of rain hit me with a ringing sound on the head. I stood for a while, enjoying the freshness, feeling my infatuation disappear with every raindrop smashing against my face. I opened my eyes, gathered my thoughts and started moving towards home.

In some minutes it started pouring down, flashing and thundering somewhere very close. I had to flee to hide myself in the nearest place- it was an abandoned warehouse, a half destroyed block building without windows and a partly survived roof.

The flash cut the sky just above the bus stop and I suddenly saw a running fragile figure who was desperately waving her hands at the already disappeared buss.

I waited to see what happens next feeling my limbs starting to get numb as I pressed the fists (subconsciously) against the cold wall behind my back. There was no sign of anyone else around, so she came to the middle of the road, turning her head in both directions, hoping to spot any traffic or lights. She looked uncertain in which direction to move.

She didn't stay there long though, as the rain was intensifying and thunder sounded so close and frequent that the girl rushed in search for a refuge my direction.

I felt my heart stop. My first reaction was to get deeper inside, blending with the concrete columns and old rusty junk and not let the girl spot me. But I hesitated and she seemed to have noticed me, as she raised up her hand, waving and screaming something that I couldn't make out. Not like I tryed either. I was paralized and silently watched the girl nearing me with her every step.

I couldn't take my eyes off her thin yellow summer dress that was already soaked, sticking tight to her beautiful body, I could see non matching color of her underwear, pink downstairs and light on top. She was wearing shoes on small heels. I felt my hands starting to shiver , either of coldness from the wet clothing I had on or of some other reason.

"Oh, i thought I was stuck here alone. It's so scary!", the girl rushed through the empty doorway, hiding from the rain next to me. The fork of lightning suddenly cut through the sky blinding us both for an instant.

"Hn. The storm. It was not predicted." I said and looked at the girl almost appologetically while she was wringing her long below waist coal wet hair.

The girl nodded and laughed awkwardly, almost nervously before she asked.

"Oh, do you know how to get to town from here? You see I have missed my buss and I don't really know which way to go...or maybe you have a car? Do you live here not far?"

I frowned at the amount of questions. But yeah, one couldn't really blame her, it was night, who fucking knows where, and I was a stranger male hiding from the rain in the old warehouse

"I live in town. I can show you the way when it stops raining." was all I said

The girl gave me a smile. It was a genuine kind smile but I didn't answer it, turning my head away, watching the rain.

I felt her studying look on me as she seated herself on the floor stretching her wet yellow skirt over bent knees. I felt like it would be better if I sat down too. Maybe even say something nice and calming, try to become friends with her, tell her about my daily life, maybe about Itachi.

Instead I made a step towards the girl and took her by the elbow, made her get up on the feet as I pressed her against the wall.

She stared at me in shock and then realized something I didn't realize myself.

She shrieked terrified and started fighting desperately, trying to push me away. Her wet dress tore easily and she howled in full voice, slicing me with fingernails across the face, aiming for whatever she could reach to make me let go.

I caught her hand. But then she started biting me and it really hurt so I had no other choice but to hit her. I didn't want to do it, just there was no other way. Though I didn't punch her hard, she wobbled a bit and then hit the floor and went quiet. I leaned over her, checking the pulse was present.

Then my hand slid over her wet décolleté, burning my fingers against her naked skin. I ripped the rag off her, freeing her gorgeous young well-formed body leaving it exposed to me.

With one hand I tore off her tiny pink panties, admiring the bush of dark curly pubic hair, then I spread her legs open and started stroking myself to life. It didn't take long. The scene was both sick and erotic.

I felt desire of smelling and tasting her skin wash over me, but I resisted. i didn't want to kiss her open lips and explore her mouth with my tongue as I used to do it with my girlfriend. I didn't want to stroke her or give pleasure to her. I wanted to hurt her, use her, and fuck her violently. Yes, all I wanted it is to thrust into her and pump her full of my sperm and there was nothing she could do to prevent it.

I stood on my knees on the concrete floor as I lifted the unconscious girls' legs over my thighs and waited. My cock was as hard as it could get and I spat over two of my fingers and inserted them into my prey. She didn't move, but I suddenly felt so good that I had to bite my lip not to come and squeeze the base of my close to exploding cock while holding my breath in.

When I felt it go away, I found her hole with the head of my erect member and entered abruptly, hurting myself and hopefully her as well. I started trusting with such strength and speed into her that I felt my own knees grind to blood against the gravel on the ground. The girl was still unconscious and I had to work her passive heaps, just the way I liked it, in the brutal pace of mine. It didn't take long until I felt I couldn't hold it any longer and I screamed loudly as I released.

I felt my hot cum pumping into her, my body convulsively shaking in spasms of this overwhelming pleasure. Then I fell crushing on top of her heavily panting as I let go off her legs and they landed like lifeless loaves of bread with a strange thud when hitting the ground.

I felt like I was dead. It was all in bright white light around me and there was no way I could feel my own body. I could feel neither my abused body, nor my pleasured body.

As the minutes ran I was laying listening to the monotonous beating of her heart. Eventually I felt my now already relaxed and thinned member slide out of her, dripping and leaking sticky juice over her still motionless legs. Then I checked her pulse again. She was alive. Unconscious but alive. I squeezed the last drops from my cock with the right hand, covering the fingertips with the sticky seed, then I pressed my covered fingers against her lips and wiped them over her face. She was beautiful this way. It was my parting present.

Then I got off her and pulled my trousers up. It was still raining, but not as hard as before. I cast one last glance at the girl. She was still attractive to me, with her legs slightly open and her hairy bush covered in my cum. I had to resist the temptation of turning back and doing it again.

I admired her for an instant as I wanted to keep all the details in my memory.

Then I turned away abruptly and walked out under the rain. I felt good. Satisfied.

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When I walked through the doors I saw Itachi standing in the hallway. He'd been waiting for me.

"Where have you been? " he asked me coldly but I wasn't scared. I think for the first time in many many years I smiled from the bottom of my heart and just ignored him.

"Hn".

Itachi didn't let me enter my room. He grabbed me by the elbow and turned me facing him as he repeated his question in a venomous voice. I felt like laughing into his face but managed to resist the temptation and just pushed him away, lightly. Though, he hit the wall with his back and stared at me in shock. I turned away from him. He was of no interest to me now.

"Tch. I need a shower. So don't push it, brother " was all I said before stepping into my room and locking the door behind. Then i slid onto the floor.

My first thought. What. Was. That?! Itachi will kill me now!

But as i heard his steps move away from my room, when another terrifying thought hit me.

What. Have. I. Done?!