I slip quietly from the shadowed alley after you've walked past, tucking my smartphone back into its pouch on my belt. You'd looked vaguely familiar so I checked your identity using the device, surprised to find that your rap sheet is as long as my arm, and am eager to claim the bounty on you. The dangerous Jane Seven, roving troublemaker and escape artist extraordinaire.
I briefly admire the way your back muscles shift beneath your skin, like everyone on Earth nowadays you've foregone all clothing unless absolutely necessary, and glance around before setting off after you. Your luxurious ponytail bounces less than the rest of you does, its tip tickling your curved ass, and a wicked thought briefly crosses my mind.
I think the first you know of me is when I curl a brawny arm around your neck, pulling you off the pavement and against my chest. You're struggling from the start, it's a natural reaction, and I let you clutch at my arm, let you try hopelessly to break free.
You're writhing against me, slightly flailing as desperation really takes over, and I groan as your wild gyrating unintentionally arouses me. My strong chokehold never lessens though, I can feel you become uncoordinated, and then your head finally droops, a line of drool descending from between slack lips. I unfurl my arms, let you slowly fall to your knees to pose head down and ass up, and shake my head at the sight you present.
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