I'd always been the 'good daughter'. Never got into any trouble at school, or out of it. Always said please and thank you, I did everything my parents expected of me. I went to college in town because I knew my mother still needed me to help around the house. I graduated and found a good paying job. The only thing I never did was find time for a boyfriend.
That surprises a lot of people. 35 and never had a boyfriend. But it was true. Then it all came crashing down. First, my father died unexpectedly, which sent my mother into a rapid decline. I had to quit my job and had to move back into my parents' house. I suppose I should have taken more help from my sister, but she lived halfway across the country. It was easier for me to do it.
The worry and stress was getting to me. All I wanted was a little companionship. And I found it on the internet. I learned how to flirt and tease, something I had always thought of as unnecessary and pointless before, but it became a rather nice outlet for a while. I suppose it had to have happen sooner or later, but I sampled a little of everything thing the internet had to offer. And I just as quickly found out that most of it was WAY too far out of my league.
But still, there was one topic I found vastly appealing: forced impregnation. I loved reading about women who were tricked and seduced into a pregnancy they didn't want. Or the ones who were kidnapped for the sole purpose of breeding. Don't get me wrong, I wasn't into violence or pain or anything stupid like that, but it was more than a little arousing to read about a woman being mated and impregnated by a passionate, sexy and determined male.
About the same time, I struck up a friendship of sorts with a couple of people who liked the same type of stories. We went from discussing the stories, to exchanging a bit of personal information. Not a lot, and nothing I would have thought was particularly identifying, but I'll never know for sure.
I know I did mention to one person that I hadn't had a vacation in years, not since my mother had gotten so sick, and that it was hard watching a parent become a shell of the person you knew. Well, to make a long story short, those friendships got me through a lot of rough patches.
My mother's death didn't take me by surprise, but it was still devastating. I told my online friends that I wouldn't be back for a while and didn't think anymore about it. The funeral and the arrangements and seeing my sister was a blur to me, but eventually, I was left alone in an empty house that held too many memories.
I put the house on the market, and started looking for a new place to live. The house sold before I knew it, but that was okay. I had moved most of my stuff to a storage facility and the rest was packed in my car.
I did one last walk through of the house, and headed for the garage and my car. I raised the garage door and was about to back out when I realized that a huge SUV blocked me in. Sighing, I got out of my car and smiled back at the other driver.
He was tall, handsome and very nicely dressed. "Hello! I'm Don Perkins, the new owner. I was hoping I'd get to meet you before you left." He took off his sunglasses and walked closer. I was stunned by his blue eyes. They were oddly intent on my face.
He knew who I was? Duh! I was in the garage! "Brianne Wilson, the old owner. I know escrow closes tomorrow, but would you like a quick walk through before I leave?"
He grinned. He had such a hot smile. "That would be excellent. I bought the house over the internet, and I was hoping to get a quick look."
I led him into the house, pointing out all the nice features that were added during the last remodeling. I saved the finished basement for last. I proudly pointed out the ceramic tile floor and the small bathroom. I had done most of the cosmetic work myself, and it looked pretty darned good.
"Well, that's the house. I hope you'll enjoy living here as much as we did." I was about to start for the stairs when he caught my arm. I frowned at a pricking sensation under his hand.
"Thank you for the personal tour, Starry Brown Eyes." I looked at him, suddenly fearful, but it was much, much too late. Starry Brown Eyes was my screen name. As my vision swam, his smile was the last thing I saw. The last thing I heard was his deep chuckle. "MasterDon will take care of you."
I woke up feeling a bit disoriented. It took me a while to remember exactly what happened, but when I did, I tried to sit up. That's when I realized that I was tied to a very comfortable bed. I was calm. I don't think I screamed more than two minutes. After that I started looking around to see where I was. That's when I recognized the room I was in. I was in the part of the basement I had wanted to remodel as an apartment for myself.
I began to wonder how long I had been unconscious. It must have taken at least a couple hours to get a bed down here and set up, especially if he was working alone. Now that was a disturbing thought. Was he alone?
I raised my head and stared down my body. I was completely naked under the sheet covering me, and secured to the bed in a comfortable 'X'. I had enough slack in the ropes to close my legs maybe another inch or two, but that was it.
A chuckle interrupted my thoughts. "It took me and a couple of friends less than an hour to get this set up down here. And no, they have no idea you're anywhere near here. Your car is safe, at a storage lot. I'll get it later and bring it back here."
