Unexpected Fantasy Fulfillment

"78 cents is your change, enjoy your meal." I retrieved the change along with my food from the cashier.

"I need to stop working so late." I reminded myself as I set off walking to the nearest bus stop.

A heavy sigh left me when I glanced up at the black, cloudy sky.

"A beauty like you will do quite nicely." An unknown voice said from the shadows before a sharp pain exploded in my neck as I sank into oblivion.

***

"You were the most amazing audience I've ever had," the man said. He had a slight accent, but I couldn't tell where from.

I was still trying to wake up, to escape the foggy sleep state. "What's going on?" I said, trying to move my arm. The handcuffs jangled as they bit into my wrists. My arms were pulled uncomfortably behind my back, and my ankles were bound to the chair. "Why am I tied up like this?"

"Don't be afraid," the man took a step closer. I could only see his shoes, and the edge of his pants. They were expensive-looking. His whole outfit was, in fact.

"Why am I tied up?!" I yelled. It seemed ridiculous, the way he had answered my question with nonsense.

"You don't need to shout, Chelsea."

My heart sped up at his use of my name. How did he know my name? Who was he? Where was I? The room was bare except for the chair I was sitting on, a small table next to me, and a lamp that was the only source of light. The light was dim, casting odd shadows across the walls.

"Who are you? Where am I?" I said.

"You can call me Dr. Voronov," the man said. He didn't move closer to me, but spoke calmly, soothingly.

"Dr. Voronov." The name didn't ring a bell. "Am I in Russia?"

He laughed. "No. But you will come to think of Russia as home."

"Are you some sort of terrorist?"

He stepped closer to me. I could see the smile on his face. He didn't look evil, or crazy, or anything, really, except handsome.

"Don't worry about those things. Let's start our date over. You've had a very stressful week, haven't you?"

I blinked. I was still feeling drowsy. And what was he talking about? "A date?!" I said. "This is not a date."

"Of course it is," he said, looking down at me with his hands in his pockets. "Our first date. Isn't that right, Chelsea?"

I struggled against the handcuffs. I'd been kidnapped! But the more I tugged, the tighter the handcuffs dug into my skin. "There is no way! I have a boyfriend and he is not you!"

"Now, now. That's no way to behave on a date." He sighed, taking his phone out his pocket, "We will have to work on your attitude."

"No, we won't," I snapped, tugging at the handcuffs again; despite knowing I was trapped ignored the pain shooting through my wrists.

"Gorgeous but has trouble listening, I see. We'll have to fix that too, won't we," he murmured as he scribbled something into his phone. "Truly a shame you know? Such a beautiful woman like yourself wasting her talents in pursuit of academics." His voice dripping with insincerity. "But don't worry, love, when we're together all those wasted years of college life will be over and forgotten in my home, forever." His words lulled into each other, punctuating every word.

Shivers crept down my body hearing those last two words. Even in my high strung situation, his commanding voice had this pervading effect on my thoughts. I fought to not respond. And failed, utterly, blushing crimson before he could see my cheeks flare with color. The lemony fragrance wafting into my nose just made my dizzy mind feel light-headed, intoxicating. This can't be happening. He shouldn't affect me like this; he's a kidnapper! He's my enemy. A man that was by nature, non-alluring, hostile in fact.

"Now Chelsea," His tall body crossed towards me, smooth powerful hands pushing into my shoulders. Those sturdy yet soft touches shocked me at first before I hissed and jolted at the sensation. His fingers massaged deep into my tense muscles, and I couldn't help but relax, even if it was just a little. "Let's not play coy, you and I are a couple. It's okay, I'm here. Everything's fine."

"Nngh-no...we're not a couple..." I moaned, his fingertips digging deep into my shoulder blades, loosening my tense muscles, "Get off me...this is insane. You're insane."

"Hush, Chelsea." Dr. Voronov's lips brushed against my cheek, and my whole body froze at the touch. A tingling sensation shot through me, a spark igniting in my loins, making them swell and ache. I didn't understand how he could do this to me, but somehow, just the faintest kiss from him could make me melt, and the thought terrified me.

"No, no...this isn't real. You're a kidnapper. You're crazy. Why would I ever want to be with you?" I said, my voice growing frantic as his lips began trailing down my neck.

"Oh honey, I have no idea what you talking about. We are out on a date right now. Do you remember?" He asked, his voice so calm and sure.

"Yes...ummm, no, uh maybe?" My thoughts seemed to swirl together as I sat on the chair with Dr. Voronov behind my licking and kissing along my throat. Fingers carefully drawing sensual patterns across my flesh while his lips alternated between feasting and speaking. Every kiss became a slow reminder of some dream I had: sips of an alien drug, boiling memories of before. All the experiences I had seemed to twist together, getting mixed with these strange new desires for being here with this man.

"Good girl Chelsea. Just relax on our date. Enjoy our time together. Remember I am such a good man, taking time out my day to treat you with the proper affection you deserve from me." He said as I felt the weight of the handcuffs disappear off my limbs, my anxiety falling off into nothing as I began slumping forward. I knew it was all wrong, my mind hazy and confused but unwilling to submit to this creep.

"All those confusing little thoughts drifting away." Dr. Voronov breathed next my ear, causing my face to flush pink, "Such a stubborn one, seems you need another dose." Despite the daze I fought to make sense of what this crazy Russian guy was doing to me! Chels, get hold of yourself! Stop him! Wake up!

"Close your pretty eyes and we can go right back to our date." Dr. Voronov droning is growing far worse as he prepares to inject the drug into my neck. The remaining resistance within me surged through my body as I realized that I was no longer restrained. All my anger swelled up once more. No, I will not let this happen!

"No! Go back to whatever hole you crawled from you fucking sadist!" I knocked his arm to the side, almost twisting the needle loose. I pushed my hands upwards then as hard as I could knocking the syringe out his grip.

"Now, now, pet, what a bad girl you've turned out to be." Dr. Voronov sighs, annoyed, like I had ruined some fun activity for him. The needle falls to the ground with a clatter, rolling away until it reaches the door.

"I'm not a pet! Stop calling me that!" I said, standing up, glaring at him.

"Sit back down. I'm not finished with you." He motioned down to my chair where the handcuffs sat by my feet. "Now." The air crackled with his command, causing heat to rise under my cheeks. My body hesitated, still effected by the lingering compulsion to obey his orders. "Bad pets who don't do as they're told require re-training, to bring them back into line"

Chels! If he gets that drug in you we are over...your mind will turn to mush! Left without much choice and with waning resistance against his words I made a dash for the door; my only route of escape.

"Don't make me run girl," He sounds displeased, stern almost. Woozy I reach the exit turning the cold golden knob, panic sets in when nothing happens. The door held shut like someone nailed it down. This only confirms my darkest fears, he is stuck here with this man in god knows where.

"Now look what's you've done Chelsea." He spoke solemnly, closing the gap, hand brushing aside stray hair off my cheekbone. My struggling continued still at first, my mind still trying to clear its haze, but I stopped thrashing so wildly when my body touched his. Falling limp to the ground with tears streaming down my soft pink cheeks. With any strength spent I relaxed, wearily in defeat. What else is there to be done? I lamented this was the end, my days to be spend with some rapist whom I couldn't resist.

I didn't want to give up but I lacked the ability to come up with a different solution, I was locked in here, just like an animal in a cage with him! Suddenly, I felt something cold against my hand, the needle he tried to inject me with moments before. Holding down to his leg my hands clenched tight around its shaft, one single thought ran across my mind.

The moment he moved close to me. I stabbed at his leg with what remaining fight in my body, perhaps a faint glimmer of light shone in the end of this nightmare. He looked stunned initially, unsure how or where the source of sudden pain had manifested. When he spotted my actions he seemed dumbfounded, astonished at this rebellious action I pulled, fighting back again.

"What are you-" He winced, gritting his teeth, stumbling back away. Dr. Voronov had never prepared for a scenario where his prey would retaliate. "Ugh..." he groaned as he stumbled, leaning against the wall. I quickly jumped up, the haze and fatigue leaving my body for a moment.

I kicked the door again and again, and then grabbed the handle, shaking it desperately. "Please! Please!" I begged to whatever god would listen. "I can't stay here! Let me out!"

The sound of the man's heavy boots against the floor echoed, "This was greatly outside my expectations." He sighed, and took another needle from his pocket.

"No!" I shrieked, backing away from the madman. "Please! Don't!" I pleaded for mercy as I watched him remove the plastic cap on the tip of the syringe and squirt a tiny bit of the mysterious liquid to get a bubble out.

The syringe, glistening, inches from my skin. Heart pounding. Had to act fast, whatever you do! "Stop!" I closed my eyes tightly, awaiting the sharp prick. Yet it never came, dragging on a few pain-riddled moments before I opened my eyes to discover him standing frozen as a statue.

"Fuck!" He exclaimed trying to force the needle to pierce my skin, yet couldn't move. I grabbed the needle from his grasp and crawled out from under him. My mind frantic as it tried to come to terms with what was happening.

Standing in front of my captor like a wild, beaten dog, panting frantically from terror. Trying to grapple this all, I don't have time for this! I relented and saw a slight simmer of a key at his waist.

Hastily I stood up snatching the bunch of metal chips from Dr. Voronov's trousers while attempting to unravel their bindings with fumbling fingertips. His befuddled face reacting in total shock of what had happened.

"You bitch! You fucking whore!" He belittled trying to gain control once more of myself. I wasn't going to let him get to me; after nearly raping me, drugging me and trying to kidnap me, I didn't really give much damn for what he had to say! I shouldn't yet still I felt the heat rise in my core with each degrading title he spat.

Somehow I unlocked the door, hands shaking uncontrollably with adrenaline. And headed towards the way out before my freedom is once more halted.

***

I stumbled out onto the street, barely remembering what happened. Cars, pedestrians, lights -- it all blurred together in my vision. My head throbbed, aching like a swollen blister. I steadied my shaky legs, using a nearby wall as a balance, willing myself not to collapse right there and then. As my adrenaline was dissipating the effect of the drug making a return, eating away at my fragile grip on reality.

Exhausted and yet unable to give in or stop my stubborn quest for somewhere safe. Somewhere warm where I could collect my thoughts before running like the wind elsewhere.

I felt rain spitting against my skin, the first showery drops warning of a downpour. I searched my pockets for my phone, but didn't find it, just 78 cents in change. I noticed a payphone next to me, a rarity in these days of cell phones; I rushed in and snatched the receiver, jamming a coin into the slot. With trembling hands I dialed Alex, my boyfriend, desperate to hear his comforting voice. My body starting to become dizzier, an infuriating headache starting to grip me once again.

"Come on pick up!" I stared pleading with the empty handset to get an answer already, I never hated a dial tone so much. Barely three seconds seems to take hours for there to be no answer. "The poli..." The migraine returned as I tried to type in the three numbers into the phone booth. It feels unbearable, splitting my skull open whilst making me stifle a cry of pain. I try to pull myself together with both hands gripping the sides of this aluminum and glass case for support.

I hung up the phone, and the pain instantly subsided, the drug was stopping me from dialing the police. Angrily I slammed a fist against the booth, the impact creating ripples against the aluminum around it.

"Who would be awake at this hour?!" I looked at the empty alley surrounding me; I cursed my luck. No help nearby, not even any buildings that looked familiar in all this damn murky darkness!

"Jessica? No, she is out with Jared. Maria, no. Tony!" Never a night he goes to sleep before 3am. After regaining control over my shaky fingertips I put in a second coin and begun dialing his number. "Please..." The ringing made the seconds feel like some drawn out torture sequence.

"Hello?" Came a his familiar deep voice.

"Tony!" Relief flooding through my body thankful that he was such a dork to be awake gaming at this hour. "Thank god, I need-" I took a moment to catch my breath, slumping against the inside of the booth before I collapse completely, "I-I need help."

"I don't have this number saved, who is this?" His voice switched to serious suddenly.

"It's Chelsea. Tony please, I need help." I didn't even have the energy to be insulted that he didn't recognize my voice.

"Yea sure, what do you need?" His voice softened a little.

"I need you to come get me," I look around my surroundings for any landmark I could give him, but it's too dark, and my head is too fuzzy, and nothing looks familiar. "I-I don't know where I am, the street signs are gone, and-and--"

"Okay, calm down, calm down. Look for any shop or street sign, doesn't have to be familiar, just any name you can think of." His voice was firm and controlled, but I could tell he was panicking a bit.

My body relaxed as he ordered me to calm down, a little tingling sensation shooting through me as his commanding voice. The same sort of sensation the doctor gave off, but this time, instead of fear and panic, it brought a small amount of relief. "There's a bar, 'McCarthy's' on the corner."

"Good, that is only 10 minutes from campus. I'll be right over." He didn't give me the chance to respond before he hung up, the line going dead. I waited anxiously for his car to appear, staring down the long, empty, road.

As the minutes ticked by the effects of the drugs started to worsen, the world spun and shifted in front of me. My body swayed slightly, my mind drifting in and out of reality. The cold air was refreshing, but the chill only made the nausea and vertigo worse.

A loud rumble of an engine broke through the silence, the blinding glare of headlights coming down the road. My heart leapt, and a smile stretched across my face, same black sports car since high-school, Tony. "Finally..." A weak murmur left my mouth.

"Chelsea!" Tony shouted as he stepped out of the car, darting over to where I sat against the glass. His embrace enveloped my frail frame, giving an instant sense of security.

"Oh thank god..." I whispered in delight as Tony half led me towards the open passenger door. Gently lifting me up and carefully settled my sprawled-out self onto the seat. I felt a sharp pinch in my leg and glanced down, the needle I had stolen had pierced through my pocket into my thigh. I had forgotten I had even still been holding it, I was just so happy that Tony had showed up.

"Hold tight, we'll get you fixed up," He said, slamming the door and hurrying to the other side.

He started the car and drove, peering over at me, watching my expression shift as the needle slowly slipped from my leg, the pain from its removal barely noticeable.

"What happened?"

"I...uhh.." It was hard for me to focus, the world around me seemed so bright and unreal, the colors shifting and distorting. The feeling of Tony's car beneath me, the vibrations, the seats, and the smells. The smell of leather and his cologne filled my nostrils. "I don't know..."

"Hey, stay with me, okay? Stay focused. Tell me what happened." Tony demanded in a tone that send another tinge of pleasure coursing through me. I shuddered slightly with delight, feeling more alert the more he barked demands at me. I wiggled my thighs a bit, excited, loving how amazing these little jolts of pleasure felt.

"I was drugged..." I strained every muscle in my body to lift an arm, managing to grip the side of his shirt. His muscles seemed harder and more firm than I remember, his bare arms thicker than usual. Why haven't I ever noticed them before? "Oh fuck..." I breathed out sharply, fingers digging into his fabric. I shouldn't feel this good--it must be from the second dose. A groan bubbled up in my throat, I whimpered pathetically.

"Drugged? Fuck. Are you okay?" Tony sounded concerned, anxious. His hand that was on the gear stick traveled upward accidently sliding against my thigh. That combined with all of the colors and textures bursting in me forced out a little moan from my lips, pleasure pulsing in me. "Chelsea? Chelsea!"

"Y-yes. I mean yes, keep going, keep yelling at me."

"...Uhhhh..." Tony cleared his throat, taken aback by my response, confusion in his tone. I swear I heard the flicker of a car wiper, and him muttering 'what?' under his breath.

"God I fucking hate being bossed about, but your voice-!" I bit onto my hand in frustration, whimpering and crying softly.

"What the hell is wrong with you? What should I do?! Do you need to go to hospital?" Tony's voice grew more and more panicked.

"No! Keep degrading me! It feels so good." Oh shit this isn't me! Don't let Tony treat me like some used piece of rag! No, yes, I like it when Tony does this...only Tony...

"Degrad-" Tony almost pulled the break mid-road and nearly crashed before stopping at the lights near-campus. We both took a moment to breathe and calm ourselves "You want me to degrade you? What?" I buckled a bit as he placed his hand on my shoulder trying to stop myself from spiraling into a delirious state by keeping a semblance of sanity. Yet with each touch it became a fight that kept slipping faster and faster through my fingers as they loosened around the thread.

"You...slut?" he said them hesitantly yet those two words sparked a firework inside me. Thighs clenched shut wanting more of it. "For god's sake get yourself together!" This felt sinful, depraved in nature yet I couldn't even defend against that accusation no longer with what transpired moments ago.

"G-Get ahold of yourself!" He got angrier, shaking me like I was one of his dolls in an attempt to stir me from my feverish pleasured frenzy. However this doesn't work at all, infact quite the contrary. A wave of satisfaction surged through me when he rattled me.

"Tony, Tony!" I called out, clinging to him for dear life. "I need it...oh god I can't explain..." I panted heavily, pressing his palm against my cheek, his thumb dangerously close to the edge of my lips.

"What's wrong with you!? This isn't like you, normally you'd bite my head off for talking to you like that. Not beg me for more." Tony sounded confused and flustered.

"Tell me what to do," My brain was fried, the world spinning, my head pounding. "Order me, demand things of me!" I was losing it. I was unable to resist the power it held over me. "Fucking degrade me, humiliate me. Whatever, just...don't stop. Please."