Sabrina groaned for the umpteenth time, rolling over yet again looking for something vaguely resembling a cool spot on the bed. The weather had been miserable for a week, with temperatures in the 90's in the dead of night. What little breeze there was, when there was one, offered her the cooling equivalent of holding her hand over a lit match.
So naturally, this was when her air conditioner had decided to croak.
The lack of air conditioning had made it impossible to do almost anything; too hot to eat, too hot to sleep, hell, too hot to even think straight.
The forecast had called for a break in the heat wave in the morning, which was about a million hours too far away for Sabrina's taste. She ran her fingers through her long, dark hair, grumbling at how miserable the night was. She'd tried a shower earlier, but of course the cold water had taken a vacation with the cold air, leaving her with a lukewarm spray that gave her the uncomfortable but strangely amusing feeling of being pissed on.
Amazing, the things that will go through your brain as it's being slowly roasted.
So there she lay, on sweat-soaked sheets, wearing nothing but a tank-top tee shirt. That she was hot enough to forego wearing panties was, in her mind, a new bar set in the Olympics of physical misery. She drummed her fingernails on the headboard in frustration, her blue eyes staring into the darkness hiding the ceiling.
Finally, she sat up. Maybe some ice wrapped in a towel would help. It's not like her bedding could get much worse for being damp as it melted, and it might at least cool her head down enough for her to drop off.
She padded down the hall in her bare feet, a glimmer of light from the small room she kept her computer stuff in catching her attention. Her eyes rolled in frustration as she realized she must have left the damn thing on. As she walked into the room, she frowned in confusion as her nose caught the faint scent of cinnamon. Where had that come from? She was about to turn the monitor off when she noticed the message on the screen:
DON'T MOVE
Before she could react, a hand slid over the back of her head, getting a firm grip in her hair. Sabrina was so tired and overheated, she thought first about how wonderfully cool it felt before she realized the predicament she was in and tried to struggle. Her mysterious assailant simply squeezed his hand, at the same time giving her earlobe a hard pinch with his free hand. Hot, scared, tired, Sabrina let her arms fall to her sides, hoping the oppressive heat would keep him from doing anything obscene. She felt him lean in close to her, his mouth by her ear, softly making a "shhhhh" sound. She caught the scent of cinnamon again, and realized it was coming from him.
She heard a faint sound of cloth on cloth, and he pressed something into her hand. Slowly, she held it up to see. Not cloth, but thin, soft leather. It was a blindfold. She shook her head against the hand in her hair, only to receive another hard pinch on her ear.
Okay... act up, get the warning pinch for misbehaving. Got it...
Fearing what else he might do if she continued to defy, she raised the blindfold to her eyes. The mystery guy pulled the ends around and tied them snug, letting go of her hair to do so. Sabrina momentarily considered fighting, but there was too much risk if she screwed up. Besides, he hadn't actually hurt her, hadn't even threatened her.
Though come to think of it, he hasn't said ANYHING yet...
He gripped her again, one hand on her wrist, the other on her shoulder, guiding her out of the room. She wondered where he was taking her; back to the bedroom? The living room? She still didn't know his intentions...
Yeah, right... he's got me without even any underwear on. Doesn't take twenty questions to guess what's on HIS mind...
He walked her down the hall, never making a sound. Sabrina's fear grew with every step, wondering what would happen to her. After a moment, he stopped her, placing one of her hands on the wall. She bit her lip in confusion as she felt him grip her ankle, lifting her foot. She felt something soft slide up her leg.
He's putting socks on me?
She held still, balancing against the wall as he socked her other foot, leading her again by the wrist and shoulder.
Sabrina froze as she realized where she was going.
He's taking me outside...
Though nobody would likely see her at this hour, the thought of being so vulnerable and exposed sent a wave of panic through her. She dug in her toes, opening her mouth to scream, only to be cut off by the pain of his fingers on her ear. She stood there, trembling, as she felt him move around to stand in front of her. This was where the real pain would come, she was certain. This was when she would pay.
His fingers gently gripped her earlobe again, and she whimpered in fear of what was to come. At first, there was nothing. Then, she felt his other hand place a gentle fingertip on her mouth. Without knowing why, she pursed her lips to it in a gentle kiss. His finger suddenly jerked away and she whimpered again, afraid she'd done something wrong. After a moment, his finger again touched her lips, and she pressed them again to his fingertip in acceptance of his control. This time, the finger stayed, and again she heard his gentle "shhhh". Sabrina gave a little nod, and his fingers gently caressed her cheek in response.
Again he guided her forward, her confusion growing with every new step. He couldn't open the door with both his hands on her, but he never stopped to open one. There was a short set of steps just outside leading to the sidewalk, but she continued forward on the same level floor she'd started on. The still, silent air gave her no clues, but she KNEW she had to be outside by now. Her breath came in short, quick pants as her panic rose, making her heart race faster and faster. She felt herself begin to tremble uncontrollably, her knees buckling as the heat and her own fear caused her to faint.
She awoke with a start, lying on something soft and cool. It was a disturbingly pleasant change from the relentless heat of her apartment, considering she didn't know where she was. She curled into a tight ball at the faint sound of movement, only to feel the now-familiar light touch of her abductor.
Slowly, his hands guided Sabrina up into a kneeling position. He placed a glass in her hands, and she felt it being filled with something cold. Smelling nothing, she took a small sip. It was water, cold and crisp. She drank slowly, surprised to discover how parched she truly was. The night's heat had taken more of an effect on her than she'd realized. Emptying the glass, she slowly held it out and it was gently taken from her grasp.
Sabrina rested her hands on her thighs, her fingers drumming in nervous confusion. What did he plan to do with her? It was clear he didn't want to hurt her; the soft cushion he'd laid her on and the water he'd given her proved that. She was practically nude, yet he'd made no effort to molest or assault her. Could he be waiting for something? What could he want from her?
His hand took her wrist again, and she rose to her feet to follow. The floor under her feet was softly carpeted, another pleasant change from the hardwood of her apartment. She could tell the change in rooms as the floor changed from carpet to cool tiles, and he stopped her after several steps. Again, he gently pressed his finger to her lips. She kissed and nodded, trusting to her guess that he intended her no harm.
She almost struggled as she felt him draw her tee shirt up, before realizing how pointless it was. He'd doubtless had a good look at her bare pussy and ass for some time now, and she could feel her nipples pressing against and through the material of the shirt, hardened as they were by the cool air. It wasn't like she'd be revealing anything that wasn't blindingly obvious. He removed her socks, baring her completely, and gently twisted her long hair into a bun which he secured with some kind of hair tie.
With gentle but firm pressure, he guided her into what she quickly realized was a large bathtub, positioning her on her hands and knees. Sabrina offered no resistance, but her curiosity grew. What was he up to now? She heard the water start, gasping in surprise as she felt a cool spray over her feet and calves. From the way the water moved, it was coming from a removable shower head. She moaned softly as he played the water up over her back, along her arms and legs. With a mind of their own, her knees spread until they were pressed against the sides of the tub, allowing the cool spray to pass between her thighs.
She purred with delight, surprising herself, as she felt a soft, wet cloth scrub gently over her back and shoulders. Why her abductor would want her clean was anybody's guess, but this was such a...
personal
way to do it, as she had no doubt it was him. Sabrina felt her hips shift under his hand as he washed them, something in her mind relaxing and even enjoying the sensation of his soft touch. A louder moan escaped her lips as the cloth passed between her thighs. She lowered herself onto her elbows, raising her hips higher to give his gentle hand better access to her. Sabrina rested her forehead against the wet floor of the tub as his cloth-covered fingers stroked her soft mound, idly wondering if he liked the smooth-shaven way she kept it. The corners of her mouth curled up in amusement as she caught herself wishing there was no cloth in between her and his fingers, wondering how they would feel touching and teasing her there...
Her reverie was interrupted by the cool spray again, as he rinsed her back. Guessing what would come next, she rolled over, leaning back on her elbows. The spray passed over her chest, and she gasped at the delightful chill over her soft breasts, feeling her nipples harden even more from the water. Down her body it went, over her belly and legs. On impulse, she raised and spread her thighs, resting her calves on the edges of the tub. A giggle escaped her lips as she felt the spray pass playfully up and down over her pussy, he clearly guessing her motivations.
He started at her feet this time, and she giggled again as the soft cloth tickled her. Again his motions were thorough, cleaning between each of her toes before moving up to her ankles. Sabrina purred softly as the cloth slid over her thighs, moaning again as he washed her pussy from the front. She could feel her belly tremble slightly under the cloth, knowing it was prompted by more than mere ticklishness.
As his hand washed over her breast she decided to take a chance. Reaching up, she placed her hand over his, lifting it off the cloth and cupping it around her other breast. She gently rolled her nipple between his finger and thumb, moaning louder as she felt it throb under his touch.
She would have blinked in surprise, had her eyes not been covered, as he released her breast and continued to wash her. A new tickle of fear crept up her spine. "Please, I'm sorry", she whimpered. "I thought you'd like it. Please don't be angry with me..." She felt his fingertip on her lips and kissed it again, still apologizing. "Was I bad? Please, I didn't man to be. I'll be good..." His fingertip tapped the tip of her nose, giving it a playful wiggle, and she lapsed into silence.
He guided her to sit up to wash her arms, and then to stand, having her slowly turn for a final rinse. It was so strange, how he washed her, like...
