A sharp intake of breath, the prickling shock of realization; Laura had regained consciousness as if torn from the comfort of sleep by the stark horror of reality. From the moment she'd regained her senses, her mind had been racing to make sense of the predicament she found herself in. Laura squinted, the light piercing her vision until she adjusted to the brightly lit room, a sight which both mystified and terrified her. The room was small and bare, surrounded with mirrors which seemed to shine upon the young girl who was bound in the middle of it. Arms hanging from the ceiling, her wrists cuffed together while her legs were spread apart, feet flat on the warm carpeted floor as her ankles had been cuffed and pulled wide apart, leaving little room for movement.
"Please, where am I?" Laura called to no response, struggling to raise her voice as her head swam, the effects of the drug still lingering. She looked at herself in disbelief, feeling so small as the room seemed to engulf her, every angle of her slender frame displayed. How many times she had fantasised about being in such a situation, almost admiring the view as she hung there, spread helplessly, pale blue bra and panties clinging to such a delicate, petite frame. 'But not like this,' she thought to herself, snapping back to the gravity of the situation, trying in vain to free herself.
Suddenly, a movement, the slow idle rattle of a turning doorknob, before one of the mirrors in a corner of the room swung forward to reveal an opening. Like the entrance to a house of mirrors, except all of these mirrors were displaying but one attraction.
"WHO ARE YOU? WHAT DO YOU WANT WITH ME?" the distressed girl mustered all her strength to scream at the man now standing inside, wearing a form fitting sharp black suit, cutting an imposing figure as the mirrored door closed behind him. Much of his face was concealed by long black hair, but his teeth seemed to shine through with a wide, sinister smile. With a briefcase held by his side, the brooding man walked calmly up to the anxious girl shackled before him. With both the after effects of whatever drug had been used on her and such an air of menace exuded by both his presence and the room itself, Laura struggled to get any more words out, her body trembling.
Laying the briefcase down and standing by the girl's side, he finally spoke with a voice more calm and soothing than expected.
"The effects of the drug shall not linger too long, but I assure you, you shall be here for as long as I desire."
"Why am I here?" Laura asked meekly, her eyes lowered to the ground, unable to look on as the stranger feasted his eyes on her delicate figure. Slowly he moved around to stand behind her, taking his time to examine her outstretched body; all Laura could do was look on in the mirrors around her. She wanted to cry out, to beg him to let her go, but she knew it would be useless.
Suddenly his voice rang in her ears as he spoke, such an icy cold tone while his eyes bore into the back of her.
"Don't pretend this isn't what you have always dreamed of. Your revealing little profile told me everything I needed to know about you, told myself and others exactly what you desire most, what you won't admit in real life."
Laura gasped as her light blue eyes widened with realization.
"My Profile??? B... but..." her voice trembled.
"That's right my dear, that website has been so helpful in finding girls like yourself, craving for someone to satiate your desires."
He spoke softly, not letting her interrupt while trailing his fingers down her long black hair which shimmered in the light, before taking a deep breath, inhaling her flowery scent. Whispering into her ear from behind, he continued in a cold, emotionless tone.
"From the site, I tracked you down; how could I let you go throughout your life without experiencing what you truly crave."
The stranger's fingers left her hair and gently touched along her upstretched arms, softly stroking below the elbows; all Laura could do was swallow nervously and listen.
"In the future I'd advise sturdier locks to your apartment," he gave a wry laugh, fingers trailing gently down to the dip in her armpits, making Laura shiver at the tickling sensation.
"It was so easy, spiking your drinks, then waiting patiently outside, waiting to bring you here."
As he whispered to her, he slid his palms down her side, only the thin line of the side of her bra strap and panties parting his smooth touch from the soft, warm contact from those shapely feminine curves. His large hands caressed her frame, stroking up and down from her underarms, down the sides of her chest, along her hips. She tried to move away, but all she could do was twist her waist slightly.
"I thought you'd like this room... free to watch yourself from every angle as you writhe for me," although the words were barely audible, they seemed to cut through the air like a cold blade.
"Please... please... I don't want this... if you jus..." the helpless girl began to sob, before being silenced with shock as his tongue slid along her ear, she closed her eyes in disgust and pulled her head away, but her captor followed her movement and closed his mouth around her earlobe, suckling gently on it for a moment.
"It was all just... fantasy..." she said with a sense of loss, shivering as her body was massaged. She tried not to watch as his hands massaged up and down her sides, across her tummy and back up, feeling all over her upper body, but not touching her most intimate areas yet, as if trying to relax her body for what he had in store. Those large warm hands didn't stop in their desire to massage every facet of her uncovered skin, moving across her waist, over her toned flat stomach, up around her bra line to her upper chest. It wasn't until his long fingers crawled along her cleavage that he said another word to interrupt her murmurs of resistance.
"You will beg me to push you further into your fantasy, I assure you."
Before Laura could respond, she felt the sharp prickle of teeth slowly, cautiously, sinking into her underarm, tasting her succulent warm flesh while his greedy palms clutched at her chest, making her wince as her breasts swelled within the confines of the bra.
He took his time savouring the taste of her sweat lined skin, kissing and nibbling down her underarm. As much as she tried to twist away, Laura could not stop the attention he focused upon her chest, until it felt as if the bra had become a prison, confining those ripe globes of flesh. The nameless figure certainly thought so too, and without warning, had brandished a pair of scissors.
