I watched her pass for the millionth time as she walked by my house on her way home from her night shift at work. The dim streetlights flickered against her beautiful blonde hair as she stared down at her feet.

Her name was Amanda and she was the daughter of the old neighbor I had when I was still living back in Michigan. She never knew me, but I'd watched her every day of the 30 years I'd known her. She moved here about six months ago and has had the same owl-like schedule ever since. She left for work at seven, worked until two, and then calmly walked home in the dark like nothing could ever hurt her.

This was what angered me most about her. She was so dignified, so proper, and so prideful. Yet, she'd never be caught showing an inch of skin, other than her arms and face of course. Obviously, she was modest, but loud and outgoing at the same time.

After I was sure she was out of earshot, I quietly opened my door and crept along the shady grass like a cat. I wasn't nervous, or fearful, or even suspicious at all of what she'd do. I was curious and dead set on what I had in mind. Hell, I'm half insane, but I don't give a shit.

She stopped. Now, this was peculiar for she was nowhere near home and she'd walked this rout a million times. As she jolted to the right and ran down an alleyway, I concluded that she knew something was up. She is not a stupid girl, however, she is ignorant. She'd been trying to lose me in the maze of backstreets, but what she didn't know is that I'd been living in this very city for 20 years now.

I walked down the same alley, but took a left where she had taken a right. Strolling happily and whistling to myself, I made my way along my straight path as she bolted her way parallel to me through her twisted one.

Finally reaching the end of the maze, she thought she was in the clear. She faced a wall and leaned against it to catch her breath.

I crept up silently behind her and watched her perfect chest contract and expand with exhaustion. Making my final decision, I put one had on the small of her back and the other on her shoulder and as she was going to turn around, I pushed her into the wall hard enough so that she was paralyzed there.

"You. You're that stalker that's always watching me. I've been wondering when you'd actually approach me." She smiled, but I merely laughed at her half-assed attempt to deter me. I turned her face towards me so that she could see the face of her attacker. I ran my tongue across her chin and mouth and then down to her neck.

"You're disgusting." She hissed, but I ignored her and began to reach my other hand down the front of her pants.

"Stop it!" She shrieked and tried to pull my hand away, but I merely brushed her off and continued.

She was closely shaven and beautifully smooth. Even against her struggling I could feel that she was almost as tight as a virgin.

"Get the hell away!" She cried, but I pushed her into the wall again.

"You shouldn't have taken it for granted that I gave you the freedom of your hands." I whispered solemnly as I grabbed her arms and bound her wrists painfully tight.

Even though she cringed in pain, that strange smile had yet to leave her face. "What are you, some kind of masochist?" I was irritated, but still calm and amused.

"What are you, some kind of idiot?" She sneered and stared at the ground as if waiting to get hit for doing so. I stepped on her back and pushed her to the ground so that pretty little face of hers was lying in the dirt.

I then moved so that I was kneeling over her with my hand pushing her head down. She made some noises of disapproval as I undid and tore off her shirt and bra, but there was nothing else she could do to stop me. I slowly took off her pants and then (smiling) the thong she was wearing.

"Go the fuck away you disgusting pervert!" I she whimpered.

I knelt on her legs so that she couldn't kick me. "No." I laughed as I smacked her ass as hard as I could. I knew she could feel my erection against her thighs as I heard her gasp in pain.

I flipped her over and caressed her soft breasts with my hands. "This should be fun." I smiled lustfully as I undid my pants and took up her waste. I slid inside her and moaned loudly as she was as tight as I originally thought.

As I pleasured myself with the body that was now too preoccupied with preventing the shame of an orgasm, I drug my nails into her sides so that she squealed softly. Finally as her body overwhelmed her better self, she began to moan, but I couldn't have that. I struck her hard across the face until she silenced herself and then continued with her until I came.

Then, taking her by her long hair, I forced her back onto her knees and stood in front of her. For the first time, she looked up and looked me in the eyes, as if waiting for my command.

"Well, well. Is my little pet in submission?" I smiled. Embarrassed, she closed her eyes, but I took her face in my hand. "Well?"

"Y - yes. Yes sir." She opened her eyes and looked at me again as the humiliation caused her nipples to go erect.

"Good." I untied her wrists, which were now cut and bleeding from the tight bindings, and retied the rope just as tight around her neck. "Now put your cloths on stay quiet. You're going to be my little pet from now on."