Appalachia's leaves had just turned. And, admiring the warm colors swaying gently above her in the crisp October breeze, Cristy crunched along her path. She stood just shy of 5' 6", had John-Lennon glasses with silver frames that mirrored her roundish face and accented her sharp green eyes. Her long brown hair sat tightly in a bun atop her head. She stood up straight - her stern father's lectures on good posture taking material form- as she clutched her books to her chest for warmth. Even with her wool sweater, the wind penetrated her bones. Her fit frame shivered as she walked, making her small breasts bounce ever so slightly with each step. Hugged tightly by her jeans, her small ass jiggled as well.
She'd always been proud of her body, despite what many of the kids in her high-school had said about her. Some asshole guys would tease her about her flat ass and her small tits, but she never cared that much. She was always focused on classwork and her career. She wanted to be an industrial engineer, just like her father. She worked hard at it every day, studying thermodynamics, vibrations, and fluid mechanics. Always dedicated, she watched with contempt as some of her peers, men mainly, fucked around and went to frat parties every weekend instead of studying.
She was 21 now, finishing her Junior year in college and had just returned from the library. Normally, she took the shortest path back home, trying to maximize the amount of time she could use to study, but, not wanting to pass up a North Carolina Autumn without seeing the leaves change, she walked through Asheville's botanical gardens. After walking for about twenty minutes or so, she decided to sit down on a bench and take a minute to herself.
She drew a long sigh, trying to relax before a long night of studying. She had a fluid mechanics midterm tomorrow and, even though she attended every class and took diligent notes, she still didn't feel prepared. She sat, deeply breathing, while staring at the flowers, leaves, nature, just trying to calm herself, a moment of peace absent from stress. She closed her eyes and kept breathing, using techniques she picked up from some online meditation classes.
She felt some of her tension release. Although she still felt like a ball of electricity was bouncing throughout her ribcage. Pinging off one bone and bouncing toward another. No matter how she tried, she could never quite catch it, but as she meditated, it seemed like the ball shrunk in size until the shocks didn't quite hurt anymore, and her anxiety ebbed into a quiet hum as opposed to the usual deafening roar. She opened her eyes and took of her glasses, breathing on them, and cleaning them with her sweater even though there were no smudges; it was a nervous habit that she developed while in college. Squinting, she noticed how dark it had gotten, and, putting her glasses back on. The last rays of a sunset peering back at her from above the trees became clear. She sighed. She'd taken too long again. She'd have one less hour to study tonight.
Disappointed in herself, she picked her books up off the mossy bench and started walking home. She made her way through the ever-darkening twilight, trying to remember how to get out of this maze. After 30 minutes of walking she was pretty sure she was walking in circles and stopped. She shifted her books to one hand and took off her glasses with the other, breathing on each lens and wiping it on her sweater as she sighed. As she was cleaning her glasses, she made out a blurry figure in front of her. It looked like a person but was hard to make out in the darkness. She thought she saw a man with dark hair and no shirt running, almost as if in fear, towards her. He had what looked like a belt or something hanging down which she heard slapping his legs. Afraid, she hurriedly put her glasses back on. As the man came into focus, she could make out that he was naked, and that what she had previously thought was a belt was a huge horse cock hanging from his waist and swinging as he ran. She looked up at his face and noticed that he was sweating profusely and had a look of wild panic painted across his face.
She recoiled in horror. Suddenly, the man looked at her face, then looked past her, almost through her. His eyes widened and face contorted as he pivoted and started dashing the other way. Confused, Chastity started to turn around, but felt a hand cover her mouth and felt a syringe plunge itself into her neck. She tried to scream but by the time the muffled sounds reached her ears, it sounded like she was underwater. She felt her body fall to the ground and heard her glasses shatter with a dull crunch. The last thing she saw was her books strewn across the blurry pavement and the man sprinting away before she drifted into darkness.
***
The fluorescent light stung her eyes. Squinting, she looked around, desperate to find her bearings. It all came back to her. The walk in the park, the man and his horse cock, and her midterm tomorrow. Her midterm! She didn't have time to study. Had she missed it? She tried to get up but was pulled back. Her wrists, ankles, waist, and neck were all restrained with what felt like leather. She struggled against them, attempting to free herself. All she ended up doing was making a lot of noise and tiring herself out. Her body glistened with sweat as she breathed heavily. Her now-disheveled hair flowing down and sticking to her neck.
Then, she noticed a blurry figure coming over out of the corner of her eye. "Who are you?!" she shouted as it loomed over her. Ignoring her question "you saw something you weren't meant to" he growled in a deep voice. "Let me go!" she shouted, pleading, feeling warm tears dripping down her face. "I didn't see anything, just let me out of here!"
"Come now, do you think I'm a fool. Let's not lie now" he hissed back. "I know, I know you're feeling stressed now, but everything will be okay soon. Just leave everything to me" he said, attempting to be soothing. But, his buttery voice did little to disguise his malice and Chastity, now sobbing uncontrollably, screamed "I won't tell anyone, just let me go. I'll never say anything and never bother you." She paused, gasping for air. "I can't even see you, you're just blurry. Let me go!!!" She struggled against her restraints, writhing from side to side until stopping to catch her breath.
He stayed silent, waiting for her to finish her tantrum. "You can't see?" he asked, inquisitively. "We can take care of that. Don't you worry. You'll never have to worry about anything ever again." he whispered before she saw his hands move toward her and felt another syringe plunge into her neck.
***
When she woke up this time, her vison had cleared, but she couldn't feel her glasses. She was bewildered. Blinking over and over at her newfound sight. Looking around, she noticed that the room around her looked like an operating room. Everything was white. Florescent lights blinded her from above. The walls were white and the floors were white tile. She laid on a steel table and was restrained by leather straps. She opened her mouth to scream, but quickly closed it, realizing there was no point.
She heard shuffling, and the man from earlier stood over her and said "how do you like your new eyesight?" She paused. It only now hitting her that she didn't need glasses anymore. Somehow this man had fixed her eyesight. Was he an eye surgeon?
In fact, now she cold get a good look at him. He was probably in his late thirties and had greasy dark hair that hung in clumps down to his forehead. He peered at her lustfully with beady eyes hidden behind glasses. She watched his lips curl into a crude sneer, showing yellow teeth and pushing up his pockmarked face. She could smell his musk, sweat stains collected around his armpits as his heavy belly stretched his doctor's outfit.