He saw her leaving the school, after class had let out for the day. She was absolutely lovely. Her curly red hair shone like fire in the late fall sunlight. It was not yet cold enough for jackets and coats, so she stood in only her perfectly white sweater, the v-cut one that showed off her beautiful c-cup tits and skintight black jeans that wrapped themselves like silk around her fine round ass and full hourglass hips. She was talking to some of her friends, little sluts that they were. But no, not her. He'd been watching her for three years, since she was fifteen, since the day he first laid eyes on his beautiful creation. He knew his perfect treasure wasn't a whore like her bleach-blond empty headed friends. No, his treasure was pure. Well, almost pure.
He had been following her for almost a year, the first time he saw her touch herself. It had taken him almost that long to figure out how to get into the tree the grew next to her bedroom window undetected. But as soon as he figured it out, there he was, watching her walk in from her nightly shower, dressed in only a towel, ringing out the perfect curls atop her head. He had been expecting her to simply drop her towel, and climb into bed like she usually did, but for some reason, this night was different. She dropped her towel and laid down all right, but she did not sleep. He didn't realize what she was doing until her saw the tiny fingers on one of her smooth ivory hands suuddenly flick across her blush pink nipples. It hardened immediately at this touch, and so, too did his cock. He felt it swell almost all the way to it's immense proportions as soon as he saw this. He hoped she didn't pursue this new sexual exploration or he'd be in trouble.
Much to the combination of his horror and delight, his beauty suddenly started caressing her nipples, rubbing them hard and moaning softy. He heard every sweet sigh that escaped her lips that summer night, as she had left her window open to let in the breeze. She continued to rub her nipples with one hand, while the other trailed torturously slow down her slightly rounded feminine belly, to the mound of fiery curls that rested between her legs. His cock was by now straining mercilessly against his pants, demanding to be let out. He obliged the demand, quietly and slowly unzipping, careful not to let the noise drift through the open window. His ten inch long, four inch wide behemoth sprang to full attention, and he stroked it slowly as he watched his treasure caress herself.
She was by now sliding two fingers back and forth across her clit, and moaning in ecstasy. She stroked her tiny nub slow at first, then faster and faster, and he, in time with her fingering, stroked his cock faster and faster, and just as he watched her body shudder in what he was sure was his princess's first orgasm, he shot his load all over the side of her house.
He smiled at the bulge growing in his pants while he let that memory play through in his head. He resisted the urge to whip it out and jerk himself off right there in the parking lot across from her school. That would get him caught for sure, and he couldn't have that. Not when tonight was so important. He watched her walking down the front steps to the student parking lot, towards the beat up old car he had sold her parents those three years ago. They had bought it for her, in anticipation of her getting her driver's license. The two people who had sworn to protect their little girl had unknowingly put her fate in the hands of a monster that day. He knew this. He knew he was sick and twisted. He didn't care. Tonight her parents were going out of town, and tonight he would finally have her.
Waiting for nightfall was absolute hell for him. But as soon as darkness enveloped the tiny suburban street she lived on, he climbed silently into his tree. If he leaned a certain way, he could see the driveway, and so he knew the exact moment her parents left. They would be gone for five days, and he intended to make her his for the duration.
While he was sure she was still downstairs watching tv, he climbed silently through her bedroom window, as he had done so many times before. Never when anyone was home before this of course, but just to get a basic layout. These things took careful planning. But now, now that it was finally happening, now that he was finally going to taste her sweet pussy, and feel her virginal hole stretch itself around his cock, now he would have his sweet treasure at last. He had grown painfully hard thinking about taking her at last. He tried to calm himself down, but it was no good. He crept into the closet and silently jerked himself to completion, to calm his excitement and nerves.
It was forever before he heard her come into her room after her nightly shower. As usual, she was wrapped only in her towel. She was about to drop it, to give him the closest view thus far of her perfection when she stopped. She was staring at the window. FUCK! He had left the window open. She turned suddenly, and started slowly towards the closet. No, no no, he thought to himself. If she catches me I'll have to rape her, take her forcefully. He didn't want to hurt his sweet girl, but if she caught him, he wouldn't have a choice.
Just then, something crashed downstairs. The cat had knocked something over again, as that cat was prone to do. But it was convenient for him, because she turned and left the room, throwing her nightshirt on quickly, and going to investigate. It was no good. She was suspicious now, he would have to use the drug. He never found out what the crystalline powder was called, he only knew what it did. It put the person under it's spell in a state of conscious sleep, meaning they were fully awake and aware of what was happening, but they couldn't access the part of their brain that allowed them to make a conscious movement. He wanted to experience her in her full potential, but this would have to do. He could take her in her fully concious state tomorrow night.
While she was downstairs, he dumped the entire contents of the bag into the water glass on her nightstand and stirred it all in. He was just settling back into his spot in the closet when she walked back into her room, muttering to herself, "Stupid fucking cat." She sat on the edge of her bed, and drank the entire glass of water in one gulp. She choked a bit as she set the glass down. The drug did have a slight taste to it, but by the time she realized what was happening it wouldn't matter. The effect hit her almost immediately. She laid down on her bed and closed her eyes, but opened them again. She sat halfway up, and lifted her arms to pull her night shirt off, but slumped right back against her pillow as if an invisible force had pushed her down. Her eye were open, and full of terror. Oh no! She was afraid. He had to make sure she wasn't afraid. It was time.
"I'm not going to hurt you, precious," he told her, as he walked out from behind the closet door. "I don't want to hurt you my treasure, but this was the only way."
"GET OUT!" She screamed. The one thing he liked most about the drug was she would still be able to talk. This was perfect, he wanted to hear the orgasmic moans she was so deliciously capable off. The other side effect that endeared him to it so, was that it enhanced involuntary stimulation. Which meant the slightest touch would send her over the edge. He could already see her nipples perking in the cool breeze that was coming in through the still open window. His cock stirred in his pants. Soon enough, he thought.
