He came to a grinding halt on the gravel of his driveway; putting on the handbrake he exited the car, running into the rain once more. Yanking open the back door, he once again wrapped his hand in her bedraggled hair and pulled her out onto the gravel. She let out a muffled cry as her knees scraped across the pebbles and he dragged her to his door. Holding her as steadily as he could, he opened it and threw her forward onto the floor.
Locking it securely behind them, he stooped, pulling the rag from her mouth, smiling as she let out a full bodied scream.
"I'm going to untie you in a moment and you can scream all you like, we are completely alone."
As if on cue, she screamed again, louder and more frantically, shouting for help, then screaming again as if she hoped to repel him with the mere sound of her voice. The noise went on and on until it seemed to die in her throat. She sobbed, terrified of the silence and yet becoming sure that no one would ever hear her. She managed to move away from him slightly by using her elbows for leverage and shuffling her bound wrists along the floor, it hurt her and she stopped.
Still he did not move. He was deliberating what to do first. This girl was different somehow he thought and he wanted the moment to last.
The more he looked at her heaving breasts, the more his cock ached to be free but first he wanted to test his merchandise... He knelt beside her, smiling as she flinched away from his touch. His fingers started at her ankles, tracing their way up her delightful calves, lingering at her knees before moving up to her well-toned thighs.
She lay perfectly still, frozen in terror as he squeezed the firm flesh and gradually pushed her skirt up around her middle. He looked at her pussy, hidden from him by a scrap of red lacy material, he could almost feel the heat emanating from it and he couldn't wait to bury himself deep within it.
His fingers lingered a few millemetres above the silk of her panties for a moment and then continued to her stomach instead, stroking her belly button gently, moving up her shirt, over the outline of her breasts.
It seemed as though both of them were holding their breath. He, because he was concentrating on how much she turned him on and she, because she felt afraid of what would happen if she didn't.
Eventually rising, he towered above her and flipped her onto her stomach with his foot, untying the bondage on her wrists. He waited a few moments and sure enough, as all the girls did, she took to her feet and ran. He wasn't too concerned, merely walking to a switch on his left and pressing it. There was a resounding click as all the doors to rooms with anything remotely resembling a weapon were automatically locked.
It was times like this that he looked at his early attacks on women and shook his head. It had taken a lot of time and money to get his house the way it needed to be so that he could fully enjoy the sophisticated plots he devised, but luckily for him, he had a lot of both.
He chuckled quietly as he listened to her frantic breathing and the rattling of various doors throughout his enormous home. Turning to his right, he entered a pass code and went into the room. Within it were various surveillance screens, on them he would have the perfect view. He settled down into his chair to watch, studying her movements as dispassionately as a scientist views rats in a maze.
Reaching into a draw, he pulled some lotion from it and rubbed his wounds, cleaning them and stretching his hands to make sure there was no lasting damage. He smiled, she had done more harm to him in a few moments blind struggling than all of his previous women combined.
