The sound of a branch snapping sounds from close by.
I'm being paranoid
, I tell myself as I walk to my car.
I'd been staying late at work every day because so many deadlines were coming up almost simultaneously. I'm a late riser too, so these ten hours days mean I'm leaving around 6 pm every day.
I'm just under a lot of stress and I'm being paranoid
, I repeat to myself as if repetition made things true.
Over the last several nights I'd locked up the office and walked to the parking lot, I'd heard other branches snapping and rustling in the shrubbery incongruent with the wind. The parking lot had damn trees and shrubs surrounding it and there was only one lone light at the office entrance in a parking lot meant for a hundred cars. These noises were all just some nutty squirrels amongst the dry leaves because fall was turning into winter. The stress was making normal occurrences seem sinister.
The wind picks up.I hunch my shoulders to keep in some semblance of warmth. I'm almost there. I need a new coat. This one is not keeping me warm on the walk to my car. Although admittedly, I was wearing a skirt today, so I can't blame the coat too much for my predicament.
Instead of snapping and rustling, I hear footsteps to my left just as I'm about to open my car door. If I don't look, it's not real and I'm just paranoid. I rush to open the door anyway, just in case, but a hand grabs my forearm and pushes me to face the stranger. I gasp.
"Hey! I'm sorry! I never know when to say hi to people. 10 feet away, 5 feet...Anyway, didn't mean to startle you...touch you," the man let's go as if realizing what he'd just done. "It was just a knee jerk reaction. I didn't want you to leave. I work in the office just over the other side of those trees and locked myself out of my car. I had a little extra stuff with me, so I decided to put it in the trunk. I realized I'd set my own car keys with the rest of my stuff in the trunk just as I was closing the trunk." He lets out a quick barking laugh. I had started to relax during his rambling, but the laugh startled me, making me tense all over again. "Can't believe I did that! Thought I could just call my girlfriend for the extra set of keys, but I'm not getting any signal."
He sighs, "Sorry again, long story short, can I use your phone to log onto Facebook, look up my girlfriend's phone number, and call her?"
"You don't know her phone number?" I ask incredulously.
"Who knows anyone's phone number nowadays?" he retorts.
"True," I check my phone and sigh, "Typical, this phone's battery is slowly dying, it's at 1%. You can try to use it or I can just drive you home...?" I look at him encouragingly, trying to prompt him for his name.
He looks confused for only a moment then his face clears, replying, "Oh! Yes! Alex! Uh, yeah, I'm new to the area and am useless without GPS. My girlfriend doesn't live with me. Her address is saved on my maps app," looking embarrassed.
Tired and still a little uneasy, I snap, "Great! Well, my office keeps an eye on everything so we can't go back there. Facebook is blocked. We'll go to my place and use my personal computer to look up your girlfriend. That work?" I look at him closely for the first time. He looks a little older than me, tall with dark hair. I can't make out his eye color with the shadows cast over his face from the lone light in the parking lot.
"Yep."
"Can I see your ID?"
"What?"
"Before I take a stranger into my car, I'd like to know a little more than their first name."
"Uh, okay, understandable" he pulls out his wallet, take out his ID, and shows it to me.
"Well, at least you're not lying about your name," my mouth tilts in a half-smile.
"Nope," he laughs nervously, "Look, I understand, but can we get going? It's fucking cold out here."
"Yeah, sure," I gesture to the passenger side as I get into the driver side.
The drive is short and uneventful since I live less than 10 minutes from work. Talk is limited to the weather and an upcoming AA baseball game. We pull up to my small starter home. I open the door and let him in. As I turn on the lights, I tell him to take off his shoes. Now that the lights are on, I can see he looks like a normal suit if maybe a little more on the muscular side. I get my laptop out of my bag and sit on the couch. He sits next to me, thigh to thigh. It's the first time since he approached me that I feel uneasy again, but he must have sat next to me for ease so we can trade my laptop as needed.
I quickly log on, hoping he doesn't see my information. I give him my laptop, "Here ya go." I try to surreptitiously flee to the opposite side of the room, throwing over my shoulder, "I'm going to charge my cell phone. Let me know if you need any help."
As I'm about to turn around after plugging in my cellphone, arms wrap around my arms and waist.
"You really are gullible. Smart, but gullible." He whispers in my ear. While in shock, he squeezes me tightly and lifts me, swinging me around until I face the living room. I notice all my window blinds are shut to my regret. I finally manage to react when I feel my feet touch the floor again. I play limp noodle as he loosens his grip to set me down. As I fall to the floor, he stumbles and falls with me. I try to crawl out from under him, but he pulls the collar of my coat.
"It's not going to be that easy," he growls.
As I struggle to get up on my hands and knees, he straddles my waist, forcing me flat on my rug. Then he pulls the collar of my coat until my coat is wrapped half-way down my arms. I let out a half-gasp/half-groan of frustration at being effectively immobilized.
"Goddammit, you asshole!" I scream, trying to wiggle free.
"Aw, is that any way to talk to your new owner?" he croons and rocks his hips into my lower back. I freeze. The motion emphasizes something I hadn't noticed until now, a hard bulge. He lowers his torso until laying completely on top of me with my arms at my sides.
"You have always been mine. I have only to claim you." He slides his hand up the back of my thigh, catching on my tights and pushing up my skirt. Blackness descends on my vision. Between the panic and heavy weight atop me, I pass out.
It must not have been too long because when I come to, I'm still in the same position. Only, he's moved. To my horror, his hand had snaked its way between the juncture of my thigh and hip and the floor. I can feel his right hand on my mound cupping it, squeezing it, grinding the heel of his hand through my tights. He's taken some of his weight off me by having his knees on either side of me. I try to close my legs, but his shins were crossed over my thighs and his feet hooked around my legs.
"Ah, you're awake." His breath tickling the back of my ear. "I'll enjoy this either way, but your reactions will be part of the fun. You really are a slut. No panties? No thong?" He digs two fingers between my pussy lips. Somehow, they part without tearing my tights. His manipulation of my body while unconscious had made my inner lips slick. Arousal forced upon me. I gasp and arch my back trying to get away from the fingers, only to find myself grinding my ass into his bulge.
"I like a good grind as well as the next man, but you are to submit. You are mine to do with as I please." He rubs his fingers against my clit and cunt, the roughness of the tights adding extra friction. Twisting his hips and left leg out of the way, he shoves my hips down with his left as he thrusts his right hand's fingers into my nylon encased pussy, ripping through the tights and penetrating me in one thrust.
I gasp which almost turns into a squeak as he buries his two fingers to the hilt. Although his earlier groping had created a little natural lubrication, it was not enough. The act was dry, stinging, and painful. My cunt clenches around his fingers involuntarily. I feel my face tingle with embarrassment and my eyes tear up.
"First rule: You will not shy away from my touch." He says this in a proud sing-song voice as he scissors his fingers inside my cunt. With no prep, my cunt stings even more and clenches.
"Fuck you!" I declare. My breath coming out so rushed, the threads of the rug move and tickle my nose, frustrating me even more. Tears of frustration add to my tears of shock, horror, and pain.
"Second rule: You will obedient and eventually loving in your attitude toward me." He growls in anger as he withdrawals his fingers only to use his nails to scrape along the edges of my cunt.
