The following story is dedicated to the lady who inspired it.
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After posting a few stories on the web I managed to attract a small following of fans and fellow writers. Most of these folks were just great people who loved to express themselves in the relative anonymity of cyberspace. Being one of the people who enjoyed the anonymity I was careful to use a pseudonym whenever I responded to my fan mail.
Occasionally, though, I would meet someone whom I felt that I could trust and I would open up and tell them my real name. I managed to make some very good friends and, overall, I have no regrets about what I do. Someone else, though, decided to take advantage of my trust.
Melissa was a 20 year-old law student from Princeton who wrote some wonderfully detailed stories about her rape fantasies. I liked her stories because they always seemed to have the happy ending that I liked to include in my own stories whenever it made sense to do so. After a year of writing back and forth Melissa admitted to me that she really wanted me to act out one of her fantasies with me. Of course, I was flattered. Who wouldn't be? She was a charming and attractive young lady with a magnetically glorious personality. Truth be told, though, I felt that she needed someone closer to her own age. I guess I'm really traditional when I stop to think about it and I didn't want to have a short-term relationship based on just sex. I wanted more. I wanted to make a life with someone and I really felt that Melissa should make a life with someone herself. And not some guy who was going to be creeping into retirement just as her adult life got into high gear.
I told her what I felt and she never said another word about it. I figured that she had let it go.
Three weeks ago I came home from work, parked the car, got my mail, opened the front door...and then my whole world went black.
I woke up tied naked and spread-eagle to my bed with one hell of a headache. It took me a while to get my wits about me and then I realized that I had been knocked out somehow.
"Hello? Hell-lo?"
No one answered. I thought I heard something downstairs.
"Any fucking body down there?"
No answer.
"I'm right here."
My heart about went into vapor lock when she...it was a she...whispered into my ear. Totally scared the shit out of me. Still gets my heart racing just thinking about it.
"Wha...what the f...who is it?"
I strained to turn my head to see who it was but my neck was secured with a collar of some sort and she was just out of my line of vision.
"C'mon, you know who it is, don't 'cha?"
I felt a feathery touch across my forehead that gave me goosebumps all over.
"Ooooh, you like me touching you. I knew you would."
Her voice was very calm and pleasant for someone who had knocked me out, stripped me naked, and hogtied me in my own bed. I didn't know the voice, but her words were somehow...familiar.
"I know you, don't I?"
She chuckled,
"Give the man a prize, Johnny!!"
She walked into my sight.
"Melissa? How the hell did you find me?"
Thinking about it, most people would have demanded to be untied, threatened to call the cops or some such crap. Me? I wonder how she found me.
"Hey, fifty bucks off my credit card and I had everything on you off the Internet in just 24 hours."
Traitorous fucking computers.
"So what's the point here, Melissa? What the hell is this all about?"
Another sly chuckle.
"C'mon, can't you figure this out? You're the big Mr. Writes-a-lot, you tell me why I'd break into your house after stalking you, tie you up naked, and then stand here gloating?"
Shit. This was from one of my stories. One of my stories that Melissa told me she loved.
"You're here to RAPE me? You gotta be kidding? Melissa, this is not going to happen, okay? Just let me go and we'll forget all about this, okay?"
I saw the smile and the chuckle about to start...
"NO MORE GODDAMN LAUGHING AT ME! LET ME GO!"
