The first two things a person noticed when they met Katherine was one: her long, flawless, slender legs, and two; her beautifully shaped face. Any supermodel would have killed for such long, slender legs, especially with such soft, sun kissed skin. Moreover, Katherine knew to show them off, always wearing shorts or short dresses, tight jeans or short jumpsuits. And heels. She always wore heels that made her legs look even longer. It was probably all the running that had made her legs that fit and strong, but at the same time not to muscular. Katherine usually spend a lot of her spear time exercising and trying out different new sports, which made her body slender and fit. Strong, but not too masculine. I would rather say that she looked like a Greek warrior princess. She was pure feminine, truly sexy and stunning. Oh, boy, we all lusted for her. For her full lips meeting ours, and her golden hair in our hands. For her to lay under us, whispering sweet words, panting close to our ears. To touch her neck tenderly with our fingertips and feel her hot breath on our skin. However, Katherine was not that sort of girl. She did not date, did not flirt. To be honest, I do think she was somewhat tired of always being an object, for people to want her body and not her soul. Well, good created her this way. Now she had to live with the consequences. Cause I was not any better than the rest. I wanted her panting underneath my body, to have her lips around my cock, to look her into her eyes, pushing her to her limits. Break her, if I had to. Oh, definitely break her. Therefore, I planned it all, started to track her moves and her routines. It was somewhat hard, she always tried new things and never really hang out with the same friend two days in a row, but finally I found her weak spot. Work. Jogging. Which meant I could either go after her in the forest at evening (the idea really appealed to me!), or I could take her at work. The last would be more risky, but to ruin a safe place like that to her...it would be even better than to pin her down in her own house.
Katherine worked as a part-time manager at the local grocery store. She handled the crisis, the late night shipping, the economy and the logistics of the store. To lay a trap for her was therefore easy. I simply bought a new cellphone, that kind that is untraceable and impossible to track back to me. A friend of mine had arranged that. He worked at a prison a few towns south, and he let me talk to one of the inmates. The inmate also happen to be my brother's bastard. The two of us always been close, probably because we were good at secrets, good at pressing and using and blackmailing people with secrets. After they caught him, he figured it was best to stay at the inside. More secrets and better ways of using his talents, he said. I believe him. On the other hand, I was the one going to have my way with Katherine. Beautiful, untouchable Katherine. Therefore, I called her. Pretended to be someone who were to deliver new products. It is easy to make a mistake, arriving one day too early. Alternatively, at the wrong store. Either way, it would be nice of her to declare the goods, so that I did not have to call my boss this late. No, no, I knew she had a lot do. However, you see, he is in Australia with his wife. It is actually their honeymoon. Yes, it would be quick.
She took the bait. I opened the store with a simple technique, used in way too many movies. Left the door open, turned on the light in the back of the store. That would catch her attention for sure. Luckily, for me, no one else passed the store until she came. She noticed the door, and entered the store. She noticed the light right before she closed the door, and took one more step into the store, partly curios and partly irritated. The part-timers always forgot to turn off the light. I could hear that she was wearing heels. Good. It is harder to run in heels.
"Hallo?" she asked calmly. "Hallo? Mr. Smith, are you there?" Mr. Smith was the owner of the store, but he was at vacation. Hiding close to the desk, I heard her approach the enlightened room leading to the garage in the back of the store.
"Mr. King?" That was my name. At least the name of the person that he thought she was going to meet. Her voice was starting to get irritated. She stopped. I could hear the sound of buttons and a zipper. Probably her purse. She found her phone at last. Probably to call my number. I had left my phone under the desk. On the floor. And I knew she probably would bend down to get it. Curios and a little angry. Maybe even a little scared at this point. But definitely without the slightest ide about what was going to happen to her.
"Unbelievable," I heard she muttered. A little loader, she called one last time for this Mr. King, but he did not answer. Instead, I attacked. She was definitely helpless, bend down on her knees. I saw the surprise in her big eyes. I dragged her to the space between the two desks furthest away from the entrance. The majority of desks was in the front of the store, but these two were left to handle clients with special needs and demands. She kicked and fought, her entire body wriggling from one side to another. Nevertheless, I was too fast. She was where I wanted her, and I laid down. Pressed her tiny body down against the floor, making it impossible for her to move away.
"Let me go, let – me – go," she demanded, still fighting against me. She was pushing and kicking to no use.
"HELP!" she screamed. Oh, no. She was not going to get away that easy. Being Saturday night, I had planned to keep her here until, at least, Monday morning. Therefore, I hit her. Not hard, I did not want to ruin that pretty face. But hard enough for her to look at me with surprise. Then she screamed again. God, so much fear. Her eyes were filled with desperate fight and fire, fear and dark disbelief. She tried to scream one more time, so I stuffed her mouth with a scarf that I had found next to the cosmetics in front of the desks. She shaked her head desperately back and forth. Tears were visibly in the corners of her golden eyes. Finally, the first sign of resignation. It made me smile, and I could feel her tense body shake in fear under my weight. Tender, thin and now breathing fast in despair.
"Oh my dear Kate. Don't you look forward to this? 'Cause I do" I whisper in her ear. That makes her cry. Hard. She tries to look away, and tries to wriggle away one last time. It gets her nowhere. I fasten her arms with the cuffs I had prepared. It keeps her arms tied apart, one to each desk. And then I do the same to her legs, those long and slender legs. She is wearing a short dress. After the fight, her black panties are visibly. I feel blood rush through my system at the sight. Soon, very soon, she will be naked under my body, her body displayed and my cock will enter what I cannot see for the moment. I let my fingers run up and down the inside of her legs. The muffled screams from Katherine makes it hard not to rush. But I want to enjoy this. I am not going to rush. Not going to waste her. I let my fingers run higher, feeling the warmth from the inside of her thighs. She is screaming now, but the sound is barely audible.
"Please wait, my darling. We need something to get you out of that dress, don't you think?" I leave her, pick out a pair of scissors in the store, from one of the closest racks, and return. On my way back, I see something that catch my attention. Electrical toothbrushes. I grin. Why not? A grab one with me, and a squash. And some tape. I am glad I brought the last, because my little victim has nearly spit out the improvised gag. It makes me angry. And aroused.
