Angie left the store and walked across the parking lot toward her car. She was a very attractive young looking, middle aged woman, medium height, full figured with short dark hair and deep brown eyes. She was dressed in a conservative business suit over a white silk blouse and is wearing dark pumps. She was tired after a long day. It was late, the stores were closing and she was carrying a bag containing a few items she picked up on her way home. As she approached her car and fumbled for her keys she did not notice the dark figure waiting between the parked cars in the next aisle. When she got to her car, an SUV, she placed her bag on the ground and opened the back door, then put the bag on the back seat. Just as she turned toward the front door, she suddenly felt powerful arms wrap around her from behind and quickly sweep her off her feet. Before she could cry out, a deep, hard male voice in her ear said, "...don’t make a sound, and you won’t get hurt....” Confusion and panic caused her to freeze for a moment and she felt herself being pulled into the back of the SUV and laid face down across the back seat. She felt her attacker kneel over her and pull her arms behind her. Frozen with terror she heard an unfamiliar raspy, clicking sound and suddenly felt cold hard steel manacles being placed on her wrists. “Please, don’t...”, she whimpered. But at that instant everything went dark as a black cloth hood was pulled roughly down over her head.
She felt her assailant shifting around on the seat and suddenly gloved hands gripped her ankles and she heard the sound of tape being ripped and could feel her legs being bound at the ankles. All this happened in the span of a few seconds and, as quickly as it started, the man left the back seat. She heard him open the door and get into the driver’s seat. The van started and Angie felt it begin to move. Suddenly, fear grips her and her she finds her voice, but as she starts to scream, the stereo came on....loud.... pounding music.. Drowning her cries. Unable to move, face down on the back seat, she felt completely helpless and alone, wondering where she was and not daring to think about what is going to happen.
As she laid on the seat, music pounding in her ears.. Angie's mind was racing.. If he only wanted her money or her car he would have taken it at the parking lot . . . what did he want? A sudden realization comes over her. Is he planning on raping her? The thought made her mind reel. The reality of the moment, the feeling of being held helpless by an unknown stranger at once terrified and somehow excited her.
As a young girl she had often fantasized about a mysterious stranger coming to her room late at night and taking her. These fantasies had sometimes fueled her secret youthful masturbation sessions. As the years passed and she married and started her family, the demands of her husband, children and job had distracted her and diverted much of her energy from the area of sexual fantasy.
But lately with her children grown and her husband much less demanding of her attention, Angie had rediscovered the joys of self pleasure. She even had a secret “sex toy” she had purchased to help in her secret pleasures. She had also discovered a new world of sexual variety via her computer. Angie sometimes chatted on-line with strangers and their comments and conversations sometimes excited her deeply. On those occasions, when she had the chance she would retrieve her toy and let her mind run free as she explored her most intimate sexual thoughts.
As her passion would grow, and her body responded, stimulated by the feeling of her plaything, and her excitement deepened she would start to visit her most secret and deepest sexual fantasies. It was at times like that the dark stranger would sometimes return to Angie’s thoughts. As she imagined how he looked and the things he did and made her do, she never failed to achieve her strongest and most fulfilling orgasms. But now, the fearful reality of her situation drove all sexual feelings from her mind.
After what seemed like an eternity riding in the dark, hearing only the harsh, pounding sound of the car stereo and having no idea where they were.. Angie felt the car start to slow and turn... after a short ride on a rather bumpy road, the car slowed again and made several tight turns and then stopped. Suddenly the stereo cut off and in the silence, Angie heard the sound of a garage door closing. After the door closed Angie felt the driver open his door and in a moment the back door opened and Angie felt cool air enter the car.
As she laid shivering on the backseat, waiting anxiously, not knowing what to expect, she suddenly felt his hands on her again. She was pulled roughly from the seat and stood upright on the floor next to her car. Her feet were still bound and her hands were behind her and she wavered unsteadily on her feet, uncertain where he was. His voice, behind her, inches from her ear startled her. "Welcome......,” he said. "You have done well so far...keep it up and everything will be fine..." His voice was clearer now, indicating that his face was uncovered. Angie wondered where she was when she felt his arms around her again and she was once more lifted off her feet. She felt herself being carried after a few steps she felt him start up some stairs. One, two, three... then level again, and a turn to the left and straight and another turn, then down; one, two, three, four, steps and he stopped and carefully set her down.
She stood once again shaking on her feet, his hand on her shoulder steadying her. He knelt down at her side and she felt a cold blade on her ankle.
"Don’t move.......,” he said.
She felt him quickly cut the tape on her ankles and remove it. Relieved, she got her balance and started to regain her senses.
"We are in a very private and safe place, no one knows you are here and no one will ever look for you here, do you understand?", he asked.
When she failed to respond, he placed his hand on the back of her neck and asked again, a bit more powerfully now, "do you understand?".
"Yes...,” she whispered.
“Good,” he said, “I want you to know that if you do exactly as I say in every respect, you will not be hurt, do you understand, if so answer me.”
"Yes, she said, her voice trembling a bit with fear.
"OK then”, he replied. “First rule, no screaming or crying, there is no need and no one will hear you anyway, do you understand,” he said more softly now into her ear.
"Yes, I... I do.." Angie responded, more clearly now.
She was starting to feel some relief. Now that he was talking to her, telling her she would not be hurt she began to gather herself and her mind began to slow and her thoughts became more clear. He walked around her several times, circling her. She felt his hand gently lift her chin, and run over her shoulder. As he passed behind her, she felt his hand slide around on her waist. It seemed to her almost like a very slow and formal dance as her passed around her three times. Finally he stopped in front of her and spoke.
"I am going to take off the hood, the room is a bit dark but you will be able to see.”
He then stepped behind her and reached up to untie the cord at her neck then slowly and gently lifted the hood from her head. As he uncovered her face, she saw that she was in a dimly lit room. It was clean, nicely decorated. A couch was against the wall in front her and when she looked to her right she saw a small stairway leading up to a closed door.
The voice behind her spoke in her ear, "remember the rules? ,.” She nodded; "Good" he said. “Now turn around..........”
Angie heard his voice behind her.
"See, there is nothing to be afraid of, just a regular room in a very normal house, in a very nice, secluded neighborhood.” She looked around her and saw a small alcove to her left shielded by a Japanese screen. A fire burned in the fireplace in the corner, and candles flickered on the mantle above.
"Now, you may turn around,” he said. Slowly Angie turned to finally see her captor.
When she turned, she saw a man standing before her. He was medium height, perhaps 5' 9 or 10", dressed in a black silk sweater, black slacks and shoes. He was wearing a black mask that covered his eyes and head, leaving his mouth and open to her. She saw that he was white and that he had a neatly trimmed moustache. As he smiled, Angie saw that he had white even teeth.
"Not the monster you expected, am I?” he asked. He was well built but not massive, and Angie tried to guess his age. His voice was young and strong, but he had an air of cool confidence that made her think that he was older. She could see his eyes through the mask. They were a warm deep brown, and Angie thought she saw a twinkle when he smiled at her. He walked over to a chair in the middle of the room and sat facing her. "Come over here,” he said and motioned for her to approach him. With her hands still cuffed behind her she walked over and stood a few feet from him. He watched her closely and was silent as she stood in from of him.
"Would you like for me to release your hands?" she asked. Angie, swallowed hard and hoped that her voice would not betray her.
"Yes, please,” she answered in what she hoped was a firm and confident voice.
After a moment he replied, "I see. So ask me nicely, then,” he said. Angie thought she heard a bit of amusement in his voice. Angie composed herself for a moment and then said,
"Would you please release my hands, I promise I won’t try to run away or hurt you," she said in what she hoped was a pleasant voice. "Of course, my dear,” he said as he stood up and approached her. He put his hands on her shoulders and turned her back toward him. She felt his hands grip the cuffs and with a well-practiced move unlock and remove them. After the cuffs were off, his hands rubbed her wrists for a moment. They felt warm and strong, firm yet soft on her wrists. He then turned her back to face him.
They now stood face to face. Angie was a petite woman, only 5' 1" tall and as they stood close to each other she had to lift her head a bit to look into his eyes. She did not want to show any fear, Angie somehow sensed that as long as she maintained her composure and did as she was told she would come through this ordeal safely. He placed his hands on her shoulders and gently squeezed and massaged them.
"You are very tense," he said as he continued touching her. "Try and relax, I have not hurt you have I?", he asked in a soft voice. His voice sounded young to Angie, but he seemed so confident and in control of himself. Angie tried to estimate his age and failed. She forced herself to relax and take a deep breath.
"No..." she replied softly, the feeling of his hands caressing her shoulders was causing her to relax more as the moments passed and when she looked up at his face again she could see that he was smiling down at her.
"Now, that's much better isn’t it," he asked.
"Yes, yes it is, " Angie replied, and her voice was much softer and more relaxed that she thought possible under the circumstances.
"Good, ....now . . . kiss me,” he said in a firmer masculine voice.
