All through my life I was a straight A student and ambitious enough to excel at most things I tried. The small successes in my early life led me to believe I would make it big someday. Or at least that is what my plans were. Unfortunately my plans in life had been unrealistic. You know the ones where I would be a millionaire and retired by the age of 30. Oh yeah and have an absolute goddess for a wife. But real life isn't like that.
I was still single and working a monotonous job in the city getting closer to thirty each day. There was always a lot of work to do each week and I usually had limited contact with my coworkers unless you count Mondays when everyone is discussing the football game that was played on Sunday.
I could not believe I spent four years of college and ended up in isolation reading spreadsheets and using data to forecast business outcomes. Ok, I wasn't actually in isolation but rather an office with solid walls and an outside view of the city which I only saw when facing away from my desk.
The pay was very good but the position could be lonely sometimes. My daily schedule was dictated by the commuter train schedule as I rode the West River Metro into the downtown area each day. But it was on these train where the absence of a social life became entertainment.
You see, I became a people watcher. Trains in the morning can be a hush zone with many people reading books, listening to earbuds and music, or sleeping. But even in silence the ride could get interesting watching the people who followed the same mundane schedule as I did. My favorite pastime was watching a cute little girl who rode the same segment as I did daily.
Her appearance and behavior was bizarre. Every day it was the something different. When she got on the train it was if she was looking for me. But she would either sit in front of me or directly behind me ignoring the seat I would leave for her each day. The train ride home from the city each afternoon was the same way.
On one occasion the only seat left was next to me but she chose to stand in the aisle holding one of the ceiling straps instead of taking the seat. Her other confusing action was that she would sometime stand at the front of the car and face back looking directly at me with no emotion or facial expression, just a blank stare. It was however strangely inviting.
She frequently wore a colorful scarf almost like a collar around her neck. Most of these scarves had a shiny stone or locket or something else that she would move around with her fingers never looking away from me. I couldn't take my eyes of her even if I had wanted it seemed. And she knew it never turning away from my gaze either.
What I learned over time about this girl is that she drove a little red Volkswagen beetle and boarded at the same station I did. Day after day I would smile at her and say hello but she would never respond verbally. She would look down, she would look away, or she would stare into my eyes coldly, but she would never do or say anything that altered from her routine. It was also apparent that she didn't focus on anyone else on the train which concerned me.
When she sat behind me I was nervous and couldn't tell myself why. I thought I heard her whisper but couldn't be sure. She was just a young wild child in my eyes. A cute one but never the less bizarre.
One could choose to ignore someone like this and go on about their day but I couldn't. I couldn't function when she was near and it bothered me. It bothered me that I was a suit and tie person with proper grooming and presented well and that she was a girl who looked different every week.
One week she would have Jet Black hair with a colored stripe and the next week she would be a blonde with a pixie cut. Her clothing consisted of complete Goth chick outfits to little school girls skirts she wore with her pixie hair.
One day she wore tight red leather pants with a white see through blouse that not only showcased her chest but also prominently displayed a red push up bra underneath with her nipples pointing out.
Yoga pants in spectacular colored prints that sometimes looked hysterical on her, to prints that were hinging on obscenity showcased her legs occasionally and even then no smile or facial expressions to go along with them.
And my favorite was the pajama pants and sleep shirt she wore occasionally complete with a throw blanket that she would wrap herself in and lean against the train window as we rode for an hour into the city each morning. Was I the only one paying attention to this girl? And if so why? She was screaming out for something but I didn't know what to make of it. Her presence would lull me into a daze waking up only when we made it downtown or right before my stop coming home at night.
Every chance I took to say something to her failed as she would stare me down in isolation? My work was now suffering, I wasn't eating right, and my house was obsessively clean as I used cleaning as a way to forget about her. And no matter what I did I found myself getting to the train station earlier each day in anticipation. I once walked the wrong way following her though the city just to see where she went each day but had to turn back when I was over a mile out of my way and unmistakably late for work. A second attempt had her walking a different route and still took me far from where I needed to go, but this time in the opposite direction from the first time. I didn't figure out where she went each day. Surely no employer would allow that type of bizarre behavior to go on.
And then they started. The first night I woke it was to an image of her standing over me in her red leather pants. A few nights later I dreamt that I rolled over and found her in my bed with her pajama pants on. Night after night I would dream of encounters I would have with her in each of the different appearances she had. Only like in real life, she never would say anything to me. I longed to hear her voice. Little did I know, this was causing major changes in me?
I woke each day anticipating seeing her and I ended up going to bed early each night hoping I had dreams of her. And all along she was right there close enough to touch each day. I no longer had the suspicions that she was seeking me out. I purposely walked to another portion of the train platform one day so I could board a different car and sure enough when I looked up she had taken the seat directly across the aisle from me.
The dream...
With all rationale aside I started thinking dangerously. I just had to be with this girl. We were in such contrast that it only made sense in my mind. I could just follow her home? I could follow her to work? I could wait until she sat down first and then sit next to her? I could take her? Yes, I could just take her. Why not? Nobody had even noticed her each day but me. Who would think she was missing or anything was out of the ordinary if neither of us were there? I just had to have her. My dreams were no longer satisfying my hunger for this girl. She was comfortable with herself and that was something I wanted to get at.
Planning her abduction took a few days but came together well I thought. She parked in or around the same spot every day and could easily be predicted. I would just park near her and at the end of the day I would kidnap her. Sounded easy enough. Someday she would be mine. Someday she would have to make a sound. Someday I would hear her voice.
It was bound to happen and sooner or later she would be bound to be mine. All I had to do that day was wait for her. When the train pulled into the station I moved around to the back of the van I had rented the evening before. She approached the area near her car cautiously and I suspected that she knew something was up. She turned back towards the train a couple of times and then opened the door of her car just as the train started blasting its horn signaling it was leaving the station.
With the noise of the horn and the sound of the large diesels engines running up to speed as a cover I wrapped my arms around her and pressed the chloroform rag against her face. She reached for my arm but instead of pulling it I felt like she was actually holding on instead. With her body tight against mine I was able to put a hood over her head and put her in the van and drive away. This had all been easier than I thought. No struggle, no fighting, and completely void of any resistance. And still no sounds from her.
She woke to the warmth of the bedroom I had her in. A comfortable secure eye mask was in place and her hands were tied above her head. The rest of her was free and she was not gagged. I had laid in bed next to her for over two hours watching her breath. Before the mask was put on I looked at how beautiful she was up close. I might have been partial since she was unclothed and lay naked in my bed but in my opinion her figure was perfect. The thing that surprised me is that her skin was so pure. There wasn't a hint of a tattoo anywhere on her and other than her ears I found no piercings.
She was also lacking any tan lines and did not appear to have ever been in the sun. This body in front of me was pure. She never struggled with her restraints and at first I wasn't sure if she was even awake until she used one of her feet to scratch her opposite leg and then wiggle around until she was comfortable.
Touching her face gently I turned her towards me and gave her a kiss on the lips. Her response was to kiss back and actually try and lift her head to me. Kisses were left in trails up and down her face and then moving down I covered her from her head to her toes in kisses. She mewed as I hit different erogenous zones under her ears, along her neck, around her now prominent nipples which stood almost an inch high on her chest, and finally along the folds of her pussy. Her body was without a doubt incredible. It was there that I stopped and maintained a focus on bringing her pleasure orally.
Her first orgasm rocked the bed pretty good with her hips trying to bounce my tongue off of her. The soft cuffs on her wrists kept her from turning but she did twist side to side pretty good trying to remove me from her sensitive folds.
I worked my way back up to her face kissing along the way stopping once again to attack her nipples that were heaving in response to her heavy breathing post orgasm before making it up to her lips once again. They welcomed mine and we enjoyed each other's mouth tentatively for a short time before exploring for an even longer time. It was no secret to me and probably not to her either since it was resting on her leg but my engorged member was waiting in anticipation of completing our bond. Moving in between her legs I positioned myself for the correct angle to penetrate her. She let out a little gasp as I put the tip in and used slow ministrations trying to coax me in further.
