Make a Run for It

You were caught red-handed. Banged to rights by this strangely intimidating woman. You threw her a threat because you thought it would have scared her into backing down but instead her stance intensified more. Hands on hips, eyes beaming towards you waiting for you to make a move.

You couldn't deny she was objectively beautiful yet a part of your mind wondered who this mysterious contradicting woman was. From her frizzy hair and olive skin, you thought surfer. Yet her slim waistline and extremely toned legs said gymnast or dancer. Her arms poking out the sleeves were also toned which led you to believe she definitely a gymnast.

Your mind cut back to the scenario at fold as she snapped..."Go on. Put the stuff back now!"

Without thinking you grabbed the remaining items, shoved them in your bag and darted towards the door. Whoever this woman was, you didn't want to find out. As you raced towards the window like a cheetah chasing its prey, all you could think of was getting home and forgetting this ever happened, not once did you turn to check if your cheetah was following its prey. As you clambered up the window you stumbled and came crashing out the other side. To your suprise, you had not fallen on the floor but was held dangling out of the window, your spandex caught on a nail. Humiliatingly you dangled as the fabric began to rip ever so slowly, yet you were just out of reach to pull yourself free.

And before you knew it....The Cheetah Had Arrived.

Slowly she leant her head over the window ledge. It started with giggles, which began to erupt into full laughter at your disposal.

"My my. How the mighty have fallen." She taunted and teased. "You thought you could escape, I even let you try. But you were just to pathetic to make it out the window. Your stupid, ridiciolous, sissy outfit just stopped you from freedom. And now...now I'm going to punish you. And I mean really punish you."

The words cut like a knife. She let you dangle like a bit of meat in front of her before she finally grabbed you with a mighty **** pulling you inside.

"Kneel!" She commanded with integral ****.

Your mind did not even contimplate. Immedieatley you dropped to your knees in servitude, bowing your head in shame of what has become of you. All you could see in your vision, her bare feet.

"Now, I am Francesca. I am a professional MMA athlete so I could have been a lot worse on you. But you decided to obey and that...that pleases me. But you see," She leant down and grabbed your face with a tight grip forcing you to look up at her..."I could call the police, have you arrested and go back to my evening. Or I could use the opportunity presented and..."

"What opportunity." you meekly interrupt. You would regret that.

Before you could even speak another word...SLAP.

Her hand came across your face with visicious motion leaving a subtle red mark on your cheek.

"You do not interrupt me. Learn your place burglar!" She commanded.

You dropped your head in shame and apologised, "I'm sorry. It wont...erm...happen again" you meekly mutter.

"Louder. And look at me!" Francesca commanded again.

As you lifted your face slowly, your eyes traced up her body. Her defined muscular legs towering over you like pillars of a colosseum, This woman was a goddess, and a cruel one too. And you just made the greatest mistake you will make in your life, trying to rob her home.

As your eyes finally met hers, you **** out the words, "I am sorry Miss Francesca. It will not happen again."

Deeper and deeper you begin to fall for this new Goddess...