“No! You sound… powerful.” She snuggled into her pillows.
“Good, pet. Good. Now, I must get back to work. I only have an hour before it’s timeto go home.”
Mariah pouted. “Aw! But we just got on the phone!”
“As sweet as your little girl voice is, and as much of an effect as it has on me, pet, Imust be strong. Now, be a good girl and rest. You’ll need your strength for the nextcall. Oh, and pet?”
“Yes?”
“If you’d like, I’ll send you some movies, so that you can see how we will betogether. I would actually like that, pet. For you to watch them and tell me whatappeals to you and what puts you off. May I send them, pet?”
“Yes.” Mariah gave him her address. “I’m excited.”
“As am I, pet.”
Mariah smiled and said goodbye.
***
Done with a long, crappy day at the end of a long, crappy week, Mariah fumbled for the keys at the bottom of her purse while she rushed to her car. Five o’clock had long since come and gone. As she hit the remote lock button, she scanned the parking ramp.
All seemed quiet that late at night.
She slid the cool metal keys through her fingers, just then looking down toward the lock. Her neck snapped taut. Something buzzed at the base of her skull, sending a painful tingling sensation through her shoulders, straight to her knees. Her head swam with dark blotches that faded in and out of her vision. The keys clattered to the concrete, and she collapsed backward. As if in the distance, she felt someone’s hands sliding beneath her arms.
***
A steady jostling awakened Mariah, and she lifted her head away from the smear of saliva that lay slick across her cheek. Realization set in, and she whimpered despite herself. Something-it felt and tasted like a rubber ball-had been used to pry apart her jaw. A swath of fabric rendered her sightless.
She wiggled her body and found that her arms had been lashed behind her back, at the elbows and wrists. Her hands felt cold and swollen, as did her feet below the biting straps around her ankles and knees.
The motion and the rough, springy synthetic surface beneath her body told her she was in a vehicle of some sort. All was eerily quiet save for the whisper of the drive train directly below her ear. The silence was more frightening than anything else, making worse the calamity inside her mind.
She grunted and strained against her bindings, but was overcome again, and let her head fall back to the carpet.
***
For the second time, jostling awakened Mariah. Her arms had been spread and raised above her, her legs splayed beneath. Bound tightly at ankles and wrists, blindfolded and gagged, she could only move her head when she strained to hear anything that would give her a sense of place. Again saliva flowed freely from the corners of her mouth. It had run down her chin and neck, and soaked into her shirt collar.
“You’re finally awake, pet. I was hoping I’d have to tease you back to life.” A chuckle punctuated the softly spoken words. The casual tone sent shivers up her spine. Relaxed confidence and sheer power emanated from the presence before her. This was him! Professor Hand from online.
But it had all been conjecture, hadn’t it? The hypothetical ‘Oh, yes, there I’d be,innocently walking to my car, and Bam! There you’d be, to swoop in and take meaway from all this.’ She’d laughed as she’d typed the words.
It wasn’t so funny now.
She flinched when his hands settled upon her chest to unbutton her blouse, trembled while the fingers moved lower. He tugged the shirttails from the waistband of her slacks.
“And who would have thought someone dressed so primly would be wearing a red lace bra under all that office attire? Hmm?” Disapproval shaded the voice, and Mariah felt a flush spread from her chest to her cheeks. Her blouse was peeled away and ripped along the seams. An icy sliver of metal pressed to her shoulder and the straps of her bra sprang free. Realizing he held a sharp implement made her shudders become convulsive. He shushed her while his fingertips traced the outlines of her nipples beneath the lace. “Careful, pet. This is very, very sharp.
You wouldn’t want to get cut now, would you? I certainly would hate to see that, precious.”
“Nnnnnnnggggggggggph!” The scream fell impotent against the ball gag, and spittle sprayed from her lips.
“Oh yes, pet. Do sing for me,” her captor purred. He pushed roughly beneath the cups of her bra and pulled until the material fell away. “And your tender buds are aching for your Master’s touch, are they not?” He pinched and twisted her nipples, coaxed out of her another ineffectual, muffled scream.
“Your photos don’t do you justice. Your hair is a charming deep auburn. Not the
‘plain old red’ of which you spoke. And your body is nothing to be ashamed of, pet. All these exquisite curves and swells. No hard lines there. I can cup my hands around your lovely roundness, anywhere I please. You are Modigliani beautiful.” He trailed his fingers lightly downward, following the valleys and rises of flesh.
The cold air against her exposed skin heightened her sense of vulnerability. She couldn’t move beyond the weakest of tugs, but still she twisted against the restraints.
His hands slid over her tummy to the fastening of her slacks. With a sharp tug, the button ripped from its roots, and the zipper tore from its seams. For a moment, all was silent except for the tinkling of the button bouncing across the floor. He shoved a hand inside her panties, and his breath came in huffs that tickled the fine hairs on her belly.
“Red lace to match, my little slut? You knew I was coming for you. You were ready for me. Good pet.” His fingers pushed further between her thighs, entering her for an excruciating second before quickly pulling away. She heard an intake of breath and knew, even before he spoke, he was smelling her scent upon his fingers.
“Mmm…pet. Do you know what this scent says to me? Hmm? It says ‘Mine’.” With that, he brought the blade down the legs of her pants and ripped them from her body. He sliced the panties away next, leaving her open and laid bare.
A tingling of an entirely different nature jiggled her thighs. A washcloth scrubbed her skin, and her nose prickled with the scents of soap and urine. Only then did she realize that she’d released her bladder sometime during her ordeal.
“Tsk, pet,” the voice continued, “you’ve certainly managed to get yourself messy this evening.” A hand slid up the inside of her leg, and her muscles twitched in response to his touch. “I’m afraid that just will not do.” The hand curved around her buttock, then pulled away and fell with a reverberating ‘slap!’ across her flank. “You will maintain your personal hygiene, pet.”
The washcloth invaded her labia and felt as if it scrubbed her raw. Her whimpers turned to sobs.
“Here is what I expect of you.” His voice faded as he turned away, and she heard the tink of metal tapping metal and a splash of water.
“I expect you to be clean and presentable at all times. Starting with this.” The hiss of aerosol filled Mariah’s ears, and something cool and wet hit her skin. He smoothed it across her mons and down, following the curves of her sex. She felt the scrape of what had to be a razor, and the vagueness of her shock gave way and she cried out for mercy.
“Nnnnugh! Feezzz! Schah!”
“What was that, pet?” His bemused tone conveyed that he knew exactly what she was saying.
“Mmmmph!” She strained again, but the only direction she could move brought her closer to his hands. Her treacherous body reacted to the heat.
“Oh, you want me to stop? You’d rather I didn’t shave you, is that it?” The razor clattered onto metal, and Mariah’s nerves sprang to electrified attention trying to sense his next move.
Creaks and groans of pulleys and ropes echoed through the room, and the frame to which she was lashed reclined a bit further. Her mind was a flurry of desperate thoughts. As a fantasy, as something to talk about and even yearn for, it had all been perfectly acceptable. But this? The real thing?