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The Man and Me
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Wow...I have to tell you what happened to me last nite....I
haven't told anyone; who could I tell? But you, I could tell...
The "man" and I went home late, as usual, after work and
all sorts of daily maintenance drudgery things. He was teasing
me (if you know what I mean) and was getting me really wired...
We were walking to the car, and he suddenly pulled out a
knife that he has been carrying lately in his coat. It's a
switchblade, and the snap of the blade surprised the HECK out of
me.... Startled me, and gave me a nice dose of adrenalyn to
boot. Then he said to me (in a VERY commanding voice), "Do you
see this?" And he came close to me and grabbed my arm, just below
my shoulder. His grip commanded me more than his tone. "Yes" I
said, wondering what he was up to, but breathing quicker from the
shock and the adrenalyn. "Keep walking!" he said. He then
clicked the blade back into the handle of the knife, but pressed
it up against my side, hard, yet not enough to hurt. Just enough
to remind me he was taking control of me.
We walked a few feet, toward my car, and he leaned over to
my ear, and in a strong, raspy, low voice, whispered to me,
"Don't scream, don't say a word, or I'll kill you. Do you
understand?" I knodded yes quickly, my mind racing with
apprehension and excitement. My breathing continued to race, as
well, as I became lost in his words and his actions, forgetting
that this was the very same man who I have come to trust with my
life, my history, my soul, my love... At that moment, he became a
stranger with such intensity as to light me up, both with fear
and with trembling sexual tension. What would he do with me?
"What do you want with me?" I whispered. He yanked my arm
forward in reply, hurrying my step and displaying his impatience
with my actions. "I told you not to talk!" He bit, pressing the
butt of the knife against my throat, threatening to click open
the blade against my vulnerable flesh. He then opened the
passenger-side door of my car, throwing me onto the seat,
sneering at me.
He drove me back to my place in silence....
Once inside my apartment, me shaking with trepidation, he
said to me, "I've only got 8 hours 'till I'm outta here. You
cooperate with me, and I won't have to hurt you. You
understand?" I nodded. I guess he could sense my fear, his voice
seemed so powerful and pleased with himself. He grabbed my arm
again, pushing me toward my bedroom, which was easily visible
given the small size of my living quarters. My mind began to fly
wildly with images of what he had in mind... I knew what he
wanted, but I didn't want to admit it to myself. No, no, no, I
kept saying, he's not really going to do anything, he just wants
a place to stay...
The entire time he had kept me close enough to him as to
not let me see his face. Of course my fear helped him; I was
petrified that if I made one false move, he would take it as an
excuse to slice my throat open.
He shoved me face down on my bed, ripping my coat off my
arms as he flung me forward. "Eight hours, and I'll be outta
here. You won't even hear me leave. And if you are good and
cooperative, you'll get outta here alive!" Then he moved in close
behind me, pressing me to the bed with his weight. "Do you have
neighbors nearby?" In fear and inability to think, I froze. He
shook me quickly, hard, "I said, DO YOU HAVE NEIGHBORS NEARBY?!!
Don't MESS with me, little girl, or I'll do you like I did the
shop clerk. Told HIM I wouldn't hurt him, too. You never know,
by looking at people." He laughed. "Get my drift?" I nodded. What
was that supposed to mean?!! He had told ME he wouldn't hurt me.
He had killed a shop clerk? What was I in for? Did I have any
choice?
"Is there anyone around who might hear you?" He repeated. I
nodded again, becoming even more aware that there was nothing I
could do now to defend myself, which would not mean sure death
for me.
"You live here all alone, don't you?" I could hear he was
half mocking me, that I had no one to help me. I nodded again. I
heard him laugh. He started to lift his weight off me, telling
me, "Don't even MOVE, or your DEAD!" What could I do?
"TURN your head into the pillow!" I did, quickly. I didn't
want to infuriate him again, he seemed to be calming down a bit,
and that meant I was more likely to live. "Such a pretty girl,
to be living all alone. So-o-o-o-o pretty." His voice sounded
like a crazed lunatic as he spoke to me. He was slowly stroking
my hair, like the way you'd pet an snimsl.
Finally he spoke again. "What's your name, pretty one?" I
didn't know what to say...should I tell him, or should I give him
a fake name? Surely he'd never tell me HIS name, not his REAL
one, anyway... He didn't like my hesitation, and was quick to
retaliate. He started gripping my neck as though to choke me,
and I said "Caitlyn" through the tightness of his grasp. Then
he got off me, moving toward my closet. "My name is Frank," he
sneered. Yeah, right. Like I'd believe that...
He opened my closet door, looking for who-knows-what,
tearing things in the process. My mind continued to be a flood
of images of fear and possibilities of what this man could take
from me, now that he had me in his control. Anything he wanted,
he could just take. "Please don't hurt me." I wanted to distract
him. "You want money, you can have it. You want a place to stay,
you can..." "SHADDUP!!" he howled.
He was suddenly on top of me again.
"You know DAMNED well that I will take ANYTHING I WANT!
Besides, I TOLD you, I just need a place to spend the night, and
then I'm free! Now, I have to be sure you don't see me, so I
won't have to kill you. Can't have you identifying me, now can
I?" He was stroking my long, dark hair again, over and over,
slower and slower. "So-o-o-o-o pretty!" Finally he spoke again,
"I'm going to put this over your eyes, so that you can't see. But
I don't want it to hurt, ok?" I nodded again, a bit relieved that
he had some compassion. Maybe I wouldn't die afterall. He tied
a black strip of cloth around my eyes, being careful to move my
hair before it pulled. So gentle, his touch. So this was what he
was hunting for in my closet...a blindfold. He pulled the knot
tight; firm, so that I couldn't open my eyes, but not painfully
tight. "Does that hurt?" "No," I said. My voice sounded small
to me, like a child's. But I was calming down. My only fear was
that he wanted to take my body, and there'd be nothing I could
do.
Suddenly he grabbed my wrists, firmly. He was pulling my
arms behind my back, but not painfully; only strong enough to
impress me, not enough to hurt me. Not unless I struggled
against him. I thought he'd tie my hands behind my back, he was
looping a strap around my left wrist, but then he grabbed my
shoulders and flipped me onto my back. I quickly understood what
he was up to, as my left wrist was pulled outward away from me;
he had obviously tied it to a rope or something, and intended to
tie my arms to my bedposts.
I let him tie me. I struggled at first, and he responded
by grabbing my neck again as if to choke me. I immediately
stopped fighting. "If you cooperate, I won't hurt you,
Caitlyn..." He was taunting me with his voice, making obvious
implications that I could no longer deny. I lay frozen, as he
progressed through each step: tying my other arm, pulling my
pants down over my ankles and off, laying his body over my legs
and my thighs. Each step, he repeated his appreciation of me,
"So-o-o-o-o pretty....So-o-o-o-o pretty." As he lay on top of
me, he whispered in my ear, "Just cooperate Caitlyn, I won't
hurt you..." He was using a soothing, softer voice, trying to
calm me. Instead, my breathing quickened again. Being so
vulnerable, not able to make any choices, being so helpless...he
liked it, and was getting turned on by it. So was I. Yet I
fought to not let it show.
"I won't hurt you..." he repeated, as he traced the form of
my legs with his rough hands. "This is what ALL you women want,
isn't it?!!"
He lifted his body away from me, leaving me wondering what
he'd do next. Then I felt his knees near my shoulders. "I want
to feel those pretty lips!" he sneered. Then, taunting me,
"Cooperate, and you won't get hurt..." I took him in my mouth,
noticing that my tongue was moving over him, without me thinking
about it. Realizing this, I stopped; this lead him to thrusting
his hips into me, sliding the length of him between my lips. He
moaned in pleasure, "Mmm, yesss, I LIKE that..." His movements
continued several minutes more, before he lifted himself away
from me again. "Yesss, eight hours till I have to go..."
He then pulled my sweater up, exposing my breasts. I felt
totally and uncontrollably vulnerable. I was wearing a black
lace bra, as I usually did, and he moaned in approval. I was
terrified of him. At the same time though, I was fighting back
waves of pleasure coursing through my body. I was very wet, and
I knew it would only be a matter of time before he'd find out,
and my body would betray me. He then lifted his body off me,
only to abruptly force my legs apart at the knees. I felt like I
was going to cry. But I never could, very easily, and now was no
different. My tears never progressed past whimpers.
Suddenly he thrust his fingers into me. I inhaled sharply
at the shock, and the pleasure, of feeling him touching me.
"Hmmm... Do you LIKE that, Caitlyn?" He was playing with my mind,
using my name to prevent me from hiding inside my mind, to keep
the situation immediate to me. I didn't answer.
He took my silence as a confirmation to him, a sign of
pleasure, and began moving his fingers inside me, pleasing me,
touching me as only he knows how. Wave after wave of pleasure
flooded my body, and I had to fight not to moan out loud.
Realizing I was restraining, he continued caressing me, bringing
me closer and closer to orgasm, pushing my limits of
self-control.
Finally I lost myself. Moaning and undulating at his
touch, I was totally at his command. "Tell me you are mine!" he
said. I hesitated. His touch became more insistent; his weapon
of control was pleasure now, not pain. My resistance collapsed
under it, and when he repeated, "Caitlyn, TELL me you are MINE!"
I followed his order.
I was lost in the waves, on the brink of what my body so
hungrily craved, when he pulled his fingers out of me, making me
writhe in unsatisfied agony. He's teasing me. The pleasure
continued to course through my blood, when I finally felt him
climbing on top of me, preparing to thrust himself into me. "Do
you feel that?" he teased, as he let just his tip caress my
hunger. His actions were making my desire increase, to
mind-numbing proportions! "Hmm?! Do you feel that?" he insisted,
until all I could do in my madness and desire was nod, writhe,
and moan. Finally he thrust himself full into me, fast, then
withdrawing slowly, repeated the quick thrust.
Within the depths of me, each stroke's hit caused
incredible, powerful, thundering amounts of pleasure, his
technique both teasing me with the slow withdrawal, and building
me with the quick pressure. He'd started slowly at first,
torturing me and building me, but then began repeating his
movements faster and faster, until I couldn't hold back my
orgasms, or my groans. As though riding the crest of a wave, he
had succeeded in controlling me even down to my climax,
continuing the pleasure until finally, I could sense HIS
approach, and he pulled out of me. "I'm going to come all over
that pretty body of yours now, Caitlyn!" he breathed. He then
started pulling the front of my sweater up over the back of my
head, fully exposing my chest and belly to him.
It wasn't but a second before he was inside me again,
pounding yet another climax out of me, and out of him. He
demanded I lift my head, saying "Do you want to taste me? Lift
that pretty head up and open your mouth!" He was very close. As
he came, he backed up, spraying hot liquid over my breasts,
belly, and waist, but moving too far away for his juices to reach
my lips. His voice showed his pleasure just as his body had, and
he touched my fluid-covered skin with his fingers. He then told
me to open my mouth again, and pressed his cream-covered
fingertips over my lips and my tongue. "I might even come back,
when this is all over. I like you!" he said.
He moved off the bed, finally, and went to my bathroom to
retrieve a towel, and to clean up. With familiar gentleness, he
cleaned my body, untied my bonds, and laid next to me. Then he
removed my blindfold. Blinking, I had some difficulty
re-adjusting my eyes to the light of the room. I looked at my
captor, his gentle smile, his glittering eyes, his wavy hair.
"So does this mean you have to kill me now, now that I've
seen you?" I smiled. He smiled back.
"This means I'm curling up next to you and going to SLEEP!"
my love replied.
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