Mugged In The Park

I was walking home late one night and I took a shortcut through a park. Halfway through the park and I was accosted by a mugger. Not a very smart mugger, in my opinion, as I was two to three times her size. Still, she had a very wicked looking knife and a mask that covered most of her face.

"Wallet," she snapped at me.

"I know you, don't I," I observed. "Ah, let's see, Danae, Dianne, Deb? That last one sounds close. Yeah, Deborah, more commonly known as Debbie. What do you think you're playing at, Debbie?" I asked with a sigh.

"I'm not this Debbie," she snapped, "and I'm not playing. Wallet."

She waved the knife around to emphasize her demand.

"Yeah, you are," I told her. "Come on, you're the only girl in the neighbourhood with boobs like that. If you're trying to disguise yourself you'd be better off using tape to flatten those mountains. Do that and the mask might work."

"I'm not Debbie and my breasts are not under discussion. Your wallet. Give it to me. I'm serious."

"Actually your breasts are frequently under discussion. Natural or not? I know some guys who'd pay good money if you care to show them off."

She just waved the knife closer to my face and I held up my hands in surrender.

"Okay, okay, I get the message. Did you know that I'm a bit of an amateur magician?"

While talking I pulled a folded white handkerchief from my pocket, giving it a slight shake to let it unfold.

"From this totally empty handkerchief," showing both sides to her, "I will produce a wallet."

I crushed the handkerchief into a ball and then shook it open again.

"Hum. That didn't work. Hold your horses, I'll get it this time."

I crushed the handkerchief into a ball again and flicked it open, with the difference being that I let it go when I flicked it open and it sailed straight into her face. This resulted in three things. First, it momentarily blocked her view. Second, she instinctively raised her hands to protect her face. Third, it left her wide open when I reached out and caught her hand in mine, and mine was a lot bigger and stronger than hers.

She screamed and tried to pull away but I just held her firmly, calmly extracting the knife from her grasp.

"This is a very nasty knife," I told her. "Do you have a sheath for it?"

Her eyes flicked to one side for a moment and I smiled.

"So you either carry it in that shoulder bag you're carrying or the sheath is in it. I'm betting on the latter."

Seeing I still had a firm grip on her hand she couldn't really prevent me from snapping open the bag and extracting the sheath. I put the knife in it and put the sheathed knife into my pocket.

"I'll just look after this for you," I told her.

Reaching up I tugged her mask down, revealing the furious face of, surprise, surprise, Debbie Morrison.

"Run along now, Debbie," I said, releasing her hand. "Thank your lucky stars I'm feeling generous."

"Generous? You're a rotten sod. You nearly broke my wrist. Give me back my knife."

"I don't think so," I said. "You'll just get yourself into more trouble if I do. Now scoot."

To encourage her departure I took her arm and turned her around, delivering a smart spank to her bottom. She squealed and jumped away from me, hands on her bottom.

"You can't keep it," she protested. "It's not yours. That's stealing, that is."

"I suspect that it isn't yours, either," I said with a grin. "Why don't you just tell whoever you borrowed it from that I've got it and they can collect it from my place?"

"Oh, I get it," I said, seeing a rather hunted look on her face. "The owner doesn't know you've borrowed it, does he? I guess you'd better learn to act innocent when they ask where their missing knife is."

I continued wending my way home, leaving Debbie swearing and casting aspersions upon my parentage.

I went home and eventually went to bed and to sleep. Something woke me, even though I didn't know what. I was about to roll over and go back to sleep when I heard a noise from somewhere in the house. I very quietly slid out of bed and went to investigate.

My first thought was to call the police, but the intruder would probably hear me talking on the phone and depart. I decided to bail whoever it was up and then call the police. The noise seemed to come from the front room so I slipped my phone into the pocket of my pyjamas and headed in that direction.

From the door I could see someone was trying to quietly check all the drawers in a buffet that stood against one wall, a small torch helping them look.

"My shotgun may only be loaded with birdshot," I said cheerfully, "but at this range it will still make a mess of you. If you try to run you'll find out how much of a mess."

My visitor went dead still, apparently not wanting to see what bird-shot would do.

"Sit down on the floor," I said, "making sure you're sitting on your hands and that your legs are crossed."

There was enough reflected light from the torch for me to see that I was being obeyed. When he was seated I reached over and flicked on the main light.

"You liar," came the indignant cry from Debbie. "You haven't got a shotgun."

"True, but I do have a burglar and a very nice knife. Now if you'll excuse me I guess I have to call the police. They can remove both burglar and knife. Good luck explaining yourself to them."

"Wait. You can't. I only came to get my knife back. If you hadn't stolen it I wouldn't be anywhere near here."

"I can, you know. That's what they're for, to arrest burglars and muggers and such. I might point out if you hadn't tried to mug me I wouldn't have taken your knife. You were just lucky you didn't mug someone who didn't just punch you out. You were standing so close to me I could have broken your jaw before you could use that knife. Think of the police as protection, keeping you from hurting yourself."

"But I'll go to prison. I'll be a criminal."

"Now that I think of it you are an adult, aren't you?"

At her sullen nod I smiled and continued.

"Then it's probably your lucky day. As a first offender you'll just get lectured by the judge and given community service. No jail time for you."

"Oh, please, you can't call the police. My dad would kill me."

Now that struck a chord with me. Her father was a nasty piece of shit, a vicious little bully who was reputed to be a bit free with his fists. I could easily see him beating the crap out of Debbie if she caused him any inconvenience and her being arrested was something he would consider offensive.

"If I don't call the police what am I supposed to do with you? I'm sure you can understand that I'm a trifle reluctant to let you walk out of here scot free. You're acting like a total idiot and you need to learn that actions have consequences and your actions today are just screaming for unpleasant consequences. You're damned lucky not to have suffered any already."

"It's not my fault. I only had to jump you and you were supposed to just give me your wallet without any bother. Instead of which you stole my knife. If you hadn't pinched it I wouldn't have to be here trying to get it back."

Debbie was dull of righteous indignation, angry at me for not doing my part in the scenario she'd imagined. One thing she said drew my attention.

"What do you mean you only had to jump me and who said I'd give up my wallet without a fuss?"

For the first time that night she started to look genuinely guilty, not willing to meet my eyes.

"I don't know what you mean," she blustered, and that was a prevarication if I ever heard one.

"Oh, I think you know just what I mean," I said softly. "Start talking."

"Katherine," she mumbled.

"Katherine? As in my sister Katherine? That's the Katherine you mean?"

A sullen nod of her head.

"Explain, please," I said, smiling encouragingly.

"I lost a bet," she said, speaking so softly I had to listen hard to hear what she was saying. "Katherine said I had to mug you when you came through the park. She said you'd fold like a poor poker hand and pass it over without any argument. We'd have given it back to you."

I had to admit that sounded like Katherine. She just didn't see me as a strong man. Just as an elder brother she could boss around.

"Have you spoken to her since the park?"

"Not yet. If I didn't find the knife I was going to make her get it and let her explain everything."

"She'd have loved that," I said with a grin. "Don't call her. Let her call you. I can guarantee she will."

I fished out the phone I hadn't rung the police with and typed in a quick message and sent it on its way. That done I put the phone away again.

"What did you just do?" demanded a very suspicious Debbie.

"Just sent Kat a message saying I met a mugger and punched her in the face. It will be interesting to get her reaction when she gets around to reading it."

"What? She'll think I've been hurt. Why would you do that?" Now Debbie seemed to have found her loud voice.

"To make her think about the consequences to her little ploy," I said calmly. I held up a clenched fist. "Can you imagine this hitting you between the eyes or on the nose? Hospital time for sure."

"But you wouldn't," Debbie protested. "Katherine swears that you wouldn't fight. You never do, she says."

"I fight, quite often. At the dojo where I train. If I fight outside it I could get into serious trouble as the police don't like martial arts experts fighting."

"Oh. She never said anything about martial arts."

"Mmm. She thinks I'm still attending a boys club or something."

"Well, can I have the knife back, please? I have to return it."

"Penalty first. Knife afterwards."

"What are you going to do?" She was finally sounding nervous and a little fearful.

"Don't worry. I'm not going to molest you physically or sexually. Molest you visually and embarrass the crap out of you, possibly, but that's all."

"What's that mean?"

"It means that you're going to get undressed so that I can see those magnificent breasts of yours in their natural state. You might remember that I mentioned how nice I thought they were when we met in the park. I figure this may be my only chance to see them the way they're supposed to be seen and admired and I'd be an idiot not to take advantage of the chance."

"If you think I'm going to get undressed just because you demand it you're insane," Debbie snapped, giving me a very nasty look.

"OK, if that's how you feel," I said equably. "The front door is over there. Don't let it hit you on the way out."

"Fine. I'm leaving. The knife, please?"

I shook my head. "Penalty first, knife afterwards, remember? No penalty, no knife."

"What? B-but I have to take it back. I need it."

I didn't say anything, just looked at her while she looked back, slowly taking in what my attitude meant.

"Fine," she said, looking daggers at me. "Fine. If you insist."

A dangerous word fine when a woman uses it. Usually it means I'll go along with your silly idea but you're going to regret it in the near future.

She started undressing in fine style, her top flying off and her slacks dropping down and being stepped out of. Then her modesty caught up with her and her face turned an interesting shade of red.

"Satisfied?" she demanded, standing there in panties and bra, probably sending prayers to the gods that I'd say yes.

"No, but things are getting better," I told her, smiling happily.

She hesitated, chewing on her lip.

"You're not going to touch me?"

"Scout's honour," I assured her, crossing my heart.

She swallowed and then reached behind and undid her bra. Turning sidewards to me she slipped her bra off and then pushed her panties down, stepping delicately out of them. Then she turned to face me, her blush redder than ever.

She was lovely. I especially appreciated those firm full breasts. They were marvellous weapons and right now they were loaded and pointing at me. I'd have to see if I could calm them down. I also liked the fact that she shaved, her mons a gleaming white. I took a step closer, reaching for and cupping her breasts, my thumbs idly tweaking her nipples.

"Y-you said no touching," she gasped. "Scout's honour, you said."

"I know, but there're a couple of things you should be aware of. I was never a scout and I'm a fearful liar."

She had her hands on my chest, pushing at me, but it seemed to me that she wasn't pushing too hard. If she didn't like my touch she could always have taken a step back or knocked my hands away. She didn't do either of those things so I just kept stroking her breasts.

I waited until she opened her mouth to protest again and then removed my hands before she could speak. Deprived of the complaint she wanted to make she hesitated and while she hesitated I acted. I placed my hand on her back and ushered her towards the couch. (Back - bottom, what's the difference?) I sat down and she was bent over my knee before she could resist.

"You could have been badly hurt in the park and here," I said, my hand coming down smartly on her bottom. "I want to make sure that you remember this." My hand came down again, and she started protesting.

"Be quiet," I scolded her. "You know damn well you earned this."

This time my hand landed on her vulva, so I promptly blamed her.

"See what happens when you distract me. I'm supposed to spank you here," my hand landing on her bottom, "not here," my hand stroking her vulva.

"You said you wouldn't molest me. Not physically or sexually," she protested yet again.

"I also said I'm a liar," I pointed out, "and I'm very cross with you for endangering yourself the way you did."

I continued spanking her, her bottom and her pudenda starting to look a little flushed, even if they were for different reasons.

Not wanting to go overboard with the spanking I called it a day and swung her to her feet. Rising to my own I took her arm and bent her forward over the end of the couch.

"Hold on. What do you think you're doing?" she demanded, looking shocked to see my pyjamas hit the floor.

"Well, unless you're very firm in telling me not to, I'm now going to molest you sexually," I told her, my hand already massaging her pussy. I'd noticed during the spanking that she'd become aroused, whether she wanted to or not.

"You wouldn't. You said you wouldn't," she gasped.

"And now I'm saying I will," I pointed out, rubbing my erection back and forth along her slit, watching her react. Also noting that she wasn't saying no.

"But, but," she stammered, and I sighed.

I eased her lips apart and lent against her, letting her lips close around me.

"Are you saying no?" I asked.

She turned her head to look at me, blushing quite fiercely, and then turned away, saying nothing. I shrugged. I'd given her the chance and if she didn't take it the fault was hers. I leaned hard against her, thrusting fully into her.

Even as I was thrusting in she was gasping and pushing hard back to meet me. My hands closed over her breasts and I started driving into her. Any reluctance she might have had certainly didn't show in her responses.

Things progressed very nicely. I banged her and she responded, pushing firmly back to meet each thrust, little gasps of appreciation escaping from her. I was now nicely warmed up and giving everything I had. From her reactions she'd warmed up just as nicely and was coming along just fine.

Then out of the blue she turned her head to look at me.

"I didn't agree to this, you know," she pointed out in a gasping voice. She had to gasp as she was putting a lot of energy into the exercise she was currently getting.

My reaction to that was 'say what'? She might not have explicitly agreed but she certainly didn't refuse when given the opportunity. I didn't slow down in what I was doing but I did address the point she raised.

"Are you saying you want me to stop?" She might want but at this stage it wasn't going to happen.

"No, no. You might as well keep going now. I'm just pointing out I didn't say yes to this."

Maybe so but neither did you say no.

"I can't do that," I said, not slowing down that you could notice. "If you feel hard done by then I guess I should stop."

I was certainly hard and doing her just as hard as I could.

"No, no. You don't need to," she said rather hastily. "I just wanted to make sure my position was clear."

As far as I was concerned her position was bent naked over the end of my couch while I ravished her pussy just as hard as I could. What could be clearer than that?

I plied my trade a little more urgently. Things had built up nicely and my guess was that Debbie was as close to a climax as she could get without actually having one. Still, far be it from me to continue if she was genuinely unwilling.

"No," I said, drawing out the word. "If you feel I'm taking unfair advantage of you," which I was, "then I guess I'd better stop now."

"No," came the reply, sounding a bit desperate. "There's no need. I shouldn't have said anything. Just forget I spoke."

"If you're sure," I said, slowing down enough for her to notice.

"I'm sure," she half screamed. "Just keep going."

Seeing she insisted I picked up the pace again. More than picked it up as I was ready to finish this off. I surged forth, giving my best, and she made a yowling sound and climaxed big time. My own climax was hot on the heels of hers.

"Not going to molest me physically or sexually," she grumbled. "See if I ever trust anything you say again."

I gave her an unrepentant grin, settling down onto the couch and pulling her down onto my lap. She pushed at me, trying to stand up again while I idly fondled her breast.

"Before you get dressed and go running off into the night may I make a suggestion? Have a quick shower and then instead of leaving you can spend the night here. Far wiser than heading off into the dark. You might run into a mugger in the park."

"In your bed, I suppose," she snapped.

"I have a spare room that you're permitted to use if you don't want to sleep in mine. Truly."

I could see the idea appealed to her. She really didn't want to be walking the streets in the wee small hours of the night.

"And you really won't try to drag me into your room?" So suspicious.

"Scout's honour. I don't really mind which bed we finish up sleeping in."

She pushed herself up off my lap and stalked off towards the bathroom, wanting to clean up. She didn't, I noticed, take her clothes with her.