Molly and Stephen and their story-telling were introduced in "The Professor series," but they continued to write stories and share them with one another. Molly's stories will appear in the BDSM category, while Stephen's better fit under Romance.
Identity Theft
"Linda? I've just been on a date from hell." Alice called out to her roommate as she walked in the door. "Fortunately, I was able to cut it short. Linda?" Alice checked the answering machine and found a message from Linda.
"Hey, Roomie. I decided at the last minute to check in with my folks this weekend. Back tomorrow. Hope your blind date went well. Later."
Alice was disappointed she had no one to complain to, but she appreciated the irony. Linda had expected to have a lonely evening while her boyfriend was busy at work, while Alice was invited to a friend's lake cottage along with a mystery date. Now it was Alice who faced an evening alone. It wasn't even ten o'clock yet. Maybe there was a movie on. She slipped out of her clothes and put on a threadbare flannel nightie. She settled on the sofa with a blanket, a bowl of ice cream, and the remote.
She was flipping through the channels when she thought she hear the door open. "Linda is that you?" There was no answer. Alice got up and checked the apartment door. It was closed. She shrugged and turned back to the TV, when a movement caught her attention. She saw a man dressed in black with a ski mask in the corner of the entry. Before she could shout, another person grabbed for her right hand. She turned to evade him, and all he caught was the sleeve of her nightgown. She jerked away and the worn fabric tore at the shoulder leaving the sleeve in his hand. But the other figure pinned her arms. She twisted inside the loose nightie and managed to drop to the ground, slipping out of his grasp. Two men were too much for her however, and she was soon on the ground pinned under them. She opened her mouth to scream but one of the burglars stuffed the arm of her nightgown between her lips, stifling any noise.
Now she was helpless. Her captors pulled lengths of rope from their pockets and began to bind her limbs. On tied her ankles together while the other tied her wrists in front of her. Only then did they pause to catch a breath.
"Man, she's a fighter. You're not hurt, are you?" Alice couldn't tell whether that was addressed to her or her partner. She tried to spit out the gag. "OK. Let's finish this. Better reinforce the gag first."
The other assailant produced a role of duct tape and placed a long strip across the front of her mouth, sealing the ball of cloth inside. He used several other pieces to secure it until the lower half of her face was covered in silver fabric.
"O.K. Check the bedroom." One man disappeared momentarily while the other sat on Alice to restrain her squirming. She stared pure hatred at him, but it had no effect.
The two men picked her up bodily and carried her in to Linda's room. The king-sized bed had been cleared of blankets and sheets and they placed Alice down in the middle of it. One of the men still had to sit on her while the other tied one end of a rope to her left ankle and the other to the bedpost. A second rope was tied to her right wrist and her arms were stretched out so it could be attached to the far post. At this point Alice was unable to move, laid out diagonally across the bed; but they were not finished. The rope tying her ankles was removed and her legs forcibly spread so that her right ankle could be anchored to a third corner. When they had secured her left wrist as well, Alice was helplessly spread-eagled.
"Weren't we supposed to remove her clothes?"
