Part One: The Introduction
He watched her for months, he knew what stores she shopped at, where her friends lived, he knew more about her than he should have. He couldn't help it, he was obsessed, and the more he knew about her, the more intrigued he becomes, and the better his plan at abducting her develops.
He calculated the steps she took every Tuesday morning from her car to the entrance of Curves. Her bi-weekly one hour work-out with her best friend Beth.
He knew which brand of feminine hygiene products she used; and, what her weekly routine was. Including how many times a week she masturbated.
He pulled a pair of dark blue satin panties from his pocket, still moist from last night, smelling the pleasure she gave herself last night.
She sleeps like a baby, never even being disturbed when he slipped in and out of her bedroom window.
Visuals of her naked body laid spread eagle and secured with silk scarves stirs his cock into expanding. Writhing and begging for what he intends on giving her. When he decides she deserves it.
The scent of her wafting in his nares only making his excitement intensifying with each stroke of her moist panties up and down his thick shaft. He leans back into the leather loveseat, letting his legs part as he relaxes into the fluffy cushions. His mind releases and lets the fantasy begin.
Picturing her below him, sheets wet between her legs from her pussy juices responding to his standing above her, cock in hand, slowly stroking it. Dominant voice almost commanding her to answer in her typical obedient tone and reply.
"You want me to let you taste this cock, don't you my love?"
"Oh,Yes Master!" she exclaims excitedly.
"This baby sluts mouth is craving your cream filled cock!."
Shifting his six feet two inch frame above her body. Perfect hair patterns and a happiness trail down his torso.
Spreading his legs as he sits astride her hips, squeezing a few drops of precum onto the round mushroom cock head. Bending forward letting the drops fall onto her red luscious full bottom lip.
"You are not to taste that until you have my permission. Is that understood My Pet? "
I open my mouth to speak, the drop of precum sweet on my wanting lip.
"Yes Sir, I won't taste it with out awaiting your permission."
"Good Girl."
Two words that seared her soul.
Straddling her upper body, he leans his massive size forward, and rubs the head of his cock, against her bottom lip, smearing his precum and leaving more than what he removed.
"You may lick my cock once baby slut, only once, so you better get the best taste you can."
Moans through a pink tipped tongue spreading out flat against growing fat head, sugary sweet precum dances over taste buds. She savors the taste when she pulls her tongue back in her mouth and roams it over teeth and palate, flavor sensations being imprinted in her memory.
Her body arching up against his as he continues to ride her.
"You like to be my puppy slut don't you my sweet whore?" A statement more than a question.
He shoves his cock deep into her wanton mouth. He pushes past her gag reflex, seeing the tears in her eyes as his broad girth stretches that tight throat hole of hers. Slippery precum lubricates his shaft making the push forward easier to adjust to.
She submissively takes his entirety, nuzzling her chin and nose against his pubic bone. The soft fur surrounding the base of his cock neatly trimmed but tickling her face.
He explodes his semen in jets spraying her face, neck, cleavage and hair. He rubs the love seed into her skin, as if it was lotion. She smiles up at him.
He moves off of her body, and begins to walk around the bedroom, gathering items from dressers and nightstands. Wicked glimmers of dark thoughts as he contemplates what to do with her vulnerable young body.
He sets the items down on the edge of the bed. He then removes a blindfold and places it over her eyes.
He begins to pace back and forth, letting off steam, his deranged anxiety getting the best of him. Glancing quickly at his prize, his reward, what he worked and planned for months was finally in fruition.
She was His prisoner, His slave girl, Maniacal laughs, thinking to himself. She is Mine! Mine! Mine! Mine!
Without realizing it Micheal released his orgasm in the air, shooting over the back of the love seat and onto the carpeted floor. He stood up abruptly, cursing out loud, searching for a towel to wipe up his pent up release.
"Bitch!" He hisses it.
He uses a handi- wipe to pick up the cold cum on the carpet.
Another reason he is going to have his way with that hot body once he captures her. The plan has to be perfect in order for it to work.
He still had some loose ends to tie up before initiating the sequence of events that will bring her home to him.
Ariele decided to walk to the store today, the sun was shining and it felt good on her bare skinned back. Her breasts bounced softly under the halter tops that she made last year with her daughters. She was thrilled they were still in style.
Her long silky hair was in braids, and she tossed them behind her as she walked down the street and into the alley to take the short cut. She didn't see or hear the van behind her until the screeching of brakes was upon her.
She felt herself being pulled backwards, an arm around her neck, one around her waist, her heart was beating erratically.
She opened her mouth to scream, but was quickly ball gagged and silenced. She tried to kick and scratch, but her legs and arms were being tied and bound. They slipped a burlap bag over her head.
