Rejection

As this strange woman gives your crotch area a small squeeze. You feel a tiny bud of arousal start to build within you, and your penis starts to come alive and harden. Despite this you reach up and grab both her wrists, pulling her hands away from your cheek and crotch and take a step back from her. Your actions cause her toothy smile to disappear and a confused look to take its place instead. Releasing her wrists from your grip, she tries to move forward to reestablish contact, but you quickly jump back and speak.

"Stop" You say using a commanding tone. Thankfully she obeys the order.

"Bond..yes?" She repeats what is quickly becoming her catch-phase in your in mind.

"No" You answer back.

"No..bond?" She sounds sad, but you are determined to end this farce.

"That's right Miss, no bond. I don't know what this is, but having unprotected sex with some weird lady in a dirty alley is something I want no part of. Now I've had a long day at work so how about we go our separate ways, okay?"

"Rejection..chosen..compatible..reject..bonding process?" As she asked this her face had gone blank while her entire body became stiff as a board. Her once vibrant green eyes seemed to dull a bit.

"Exactly no bonding, so good night to you Miss." As you turn to leave you hear her cry out.

"No don't!!!" Before you can make sense of the warning you are flying through the air, your body crashing and breaking against one of the alleyway walls. When you come to and your vision stops spinning. You realize you are on the ground, your body is racked with **** pain, and the unknown woman is standing over you crying.

"I'm sorry, oh god I'm so sorry but I couldn't stop it. I.." She abruptly stopped talking. Her face which a second ago had been one of pure sorrow and anguish was now dead and emotionless. "Chosen..reject.. bonding..useless." Her voice ice cold sends shivers through your broken defenseless body. Slowly she bends down toward you, all you can see is her looming hand as it draws closer and closer to your face. Then there is only darkness.

Detective Elena Hathaway pulled her car up to the latest crime scene and got out. Walking up to the the patrolman on the scene she asked to be made aware of the situation. After giving his report the patrolman stepped back so Elena could start her investigation. When she was finished surveying the crime scene she only had one thing to say. "Fuck"

Looking at the evidence bag she had picked up and what it contained inside, a bloodied driver's licence belonging to one Jack Byron age twenty-eight. "Well Mr. Byron looks like you're number four. The fourth case of an amnesiac woman found by a man's body." As Elena left the gory scene her eyes landed on the patrolman, her experienced eyes taking in every inch of him. As she continued to stare she unconsciously licked her lips. An intense wave of arousal flowed through her body causing her to slightly pant. Soon her nipples were as hard as pebbles, and her pussy became so wet it started drool and stained her panties. "Bonding..compatible" Elena mumbled under her breath. A toothy smile appearing on her face.