Se7en_
Lusty Sinner
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It was another cold dark night as he sneaked up the stairs in total silence almost like a tiger. He was covered in black; black jeans, black shoes, a black leather jacket and a matching black scary mask covered his face.
His name was Mike and he was a handsome young man in his early twenties. The stairs he was climbing so silently were those of the apartment building where young beautiful Kara lives..... He grinned wickedly as he thought she won't be living there for long after the events he had planned for that day. She will come to dread this day as it would mark the start of her new life with him.
He had seen his lovely sextoy-to-be many many times in the swimming pool, in the street, in the mall, and many other places, but she was sadly almost always with her boyfriend..... He had been stalking her for around a month following her around silently to school, when she goes shopping, etc. After a few weeks it seemed to him that she was alone more often than not, not to mention that her angelic features had lost the joy they had previously. He had seen her smile multiple times through his high-powered binoculars, but not anymore. At that time, he decided to talk to her and ask her out. He sighed as he remembered the events of that day, around a week earlier.
*******
He had put on his most elegant, but simple, clothing; a striped shirt and black pants. He was handsome, well groomed, very gentle, very clever and very funny, not to mention quite rich..... "What more could a girl ask for???" ..... He kept his positive and charming attitude as he approached the lovely girl, looking sad as she sat down on one of the benches in the park, alone and looking as if all the sadness in the world was buried and locked deep in her heart.... He stood right in front of her and gave her a warm smile as he introduced himself "Hello, my name is Mike, can I sit here please?" ..... He continued to smile as he pointed at the empty area on the bench right besides her.
The voice caught her off guard. She had been lost, lost in her thoughts. And they were not pleasant thoughts. She loved him. She had loved him since the 2nd date, yet, he obviously didn't love her. Never had. Never would. She as nothing more than a kid to him, and he had said as much. And... it hurt. Alot. A kid... she had just turned 19. Hell, he had taken her to dinner, walks on the beach in the moonlight, a daylong ride into the mountains. A kid. She was NOT a kid. He was all of 25, as if that was sooo "adult". Ok, so they had never made love. Not that he hadn't wanted to. But if Kara was one thing, it was romantic, and old fashioned. She wanted her first time to be with someone she was totally in love with. And she thought it had been him, until he ended it. It was these thoughts that the voice "Hello, my name is Mike, can I sit here please" slowly weaved thru, circling around the fog of her emotions.
Glancing upwards, she hoped it did not look too obvious that she'd been crying. A slight nod of agreement, why not, it wasn't like she owned the bench. Would she rather be alone, of course. But no protest left her lips, and instead, she scooted over a bit to make room which he gladly accepted and sat down beside her looking at her delicate body. It was cold so almost all of her body was covered, only her hands and face were visible, and when she shifted, she tugged a bit at the hood drawn up about her head, as if wanting to retreat inside and not come out until the warmth of summer. But it was more than enough for him to know she was an attractive young lady in her late teenage years.
She was simply adorable, and a dream girl for any man. But not the man she wanted. He had never loved her. Never had. Never would. A low sigh slipped past her lips.. she had to stop hearing those words in her had, and really, she should at least answer this nice young man's greeting, right?
Out of nowhere, he summoned a bright red flower using a neat magic trick and presented it to the delicate girl with a huge smile dancing on his lips. Blinking, a deep blush, almost the same color as that very flower, darkened her soft cheeks. Reaching out, delicate fingers slipped free of her woolen gloves, and she curiously accepted it, just as a strange thought came meandering to the forefront of her mind... Who was this attractive, handsome and considerate stranger and what did he want?
As if reading her mind he quickly took her right hand gently and planted a kiss on her slender fingers “I would love to get to know you more, will you go out with me? We can go drink coffee or have lunch in your choice of place”…… He gave her a warm smile and another tender kiss was planted on her fingers as he awaited her reply. He resisted licking his lips as her delicious skin, soft, smooth, along with the perfume that was her, assaulted his senses, and it was a damn fine assault at that, she was sweet and her scent was intoxicating. Her eyes were pools in which a man twice as good as himself would find hard to escape.
Kara blinked, for a moment caught, once more, off guard. First he appears out of nowhere, presents her with a magical flower, and now asks her out. The moist touch to her fingers as he spoke, causing her cheeks to blush a deeper red and she managed to force a smile, the flower had been sweet, and he really was harmless.. except why was he kissing her fingers?? That was a bit odd... and Kara actually shivered as she shook her head slightly... no... she did not have the "wherewithall" to go out on a date right now. Not now. And she began to think, there was just "something" about him.....Her voice was soft, almost a whisper, “thank you for your generous offer, Mike... but I am not really ready to go out on a new date right now. I just broke up with my .."
She stopped there... it wasn't any of his business.. right?? But in reality, she could just not even form the words. Just saying it, made it hurt more, and the tears glittered in her dark eyes once again.
"no, I'm sorry... Mike. No thank you"
As he heard that, his expression changed from the gentle and friendly smile, to that of a raging bull as his face turned bright red with furious anger. It was as if a switch had been turned on.. or off.. or something. Kara recoiled, the look of pure venom in his eyes was nothing short of terrifying. His sudden explosion of anger now nearly screaming in her face “I did NOT want to have sex with you now, just a quick friendly trip to the coffee shop, and you turn ME down for that asshole who you don’t even see anymore?????”
Rage... what she saw in his eyes was pure rage. Little did she know that, in the near future, that look would be one she would know all too well. Kara had gotten to her feet and began to back away, a soft "I'm sorry" slipping from her lips once more. She just wanted to go home. Get away from this guy, this guy who had seemed so harmless..
He, in the meantime, struggled not to raise his hand and smack her in the middle of this public place, but he was so intent on hurting her now that she turned him down, her being the first girl to ever turn him down. His eyes were burning with all consuming hate as he glared at her. His expression was gushing malice and cruelty, and he had to take multiple deep breaths just to be able to hold back and not assault her in public.
Kara was about to run, to be honest. Maybe she should have. Maybe she should have called him a crazy asshole and run away, far far away. Maybe if she had shown that bit of bravado, he would not have.....
Finally, he walked away from her, she catching that threatening, almost knowing look on his face, as if saying ‘we’ll meet again; your troubles with me are way from over.’ She turned away just as he shot one last look at her that was more like a spear piercing right through her heart. But she was walking away now, head down.
*******
That same day he followed her to find her house, and then watched it for a few days, discovering she actually lived alone, an easy and certainly a very attractive target. Not to mention, deserving of harsh punishment, at least in his twisted mind.
He had made plans to kidnap her and force her to accept him and become his sexslave for that infraction in the park. “She needs correcting” He thought to himself as he worked on the lock of her door. He was shrewd and easily managed to sneak up to the apartment building without being seen. Helped of course by the fact that it was three in the morning, making moving under the cover of night very easy without drawing suspicion. Glad that everyone there was asleep, he went up to her apartment and picked the lock after some effort. He then waited a little to see if the sound woke her, or anybody else up.
He got in and tiptoed around the house. Surely, at three in the morning she would be asleep as is mostly everyone else in the neighborhood. He moved around the house, knowing exactly where to go, having already sneaked in before when she was at college a few days earlier. He was surprised to not find her in her bedroom and he frowned; he was sure she walked in the house and didn’t walk back out. He scratched his head and thought maybe she fell asleep on the couch, so he walked back into the living room and saw her pretty little body splayed on the couch still fully clothed and curling up on herself with a small blanket as it was a very cold night.
He stood over her with a wide grin thinking his plan and ‘rightful’ revenge were almost coming to fruition as he brought out a small piece of cloth and some form of drug. He managed to find a drug that doesn't cause sleep, just makes one tired and weak, some sort of a strong muscle relaxant. He had spilled an extra-heavy dose on that little piece of clothing to ensure it works faster. The drug made moving limbs require a large effort, and so would make resisting very hard, when she was already a small girl with no fighting chance anyway with a strong muscular guy like him.
He wanted to kidnap her while she was awake, just completely helpless to do anything about it. He wanted to instill fear in her heart from the first moment he kidnaps her. In his mind that made the whole thing that much more fun and exciting.
He stood over her, and slowly removed the small blanket from her body, his hand ready over her mouth, it was on stand-by, ready to force the drug-soaked cloth between her delicious ruby lips as soon as she opens her mouth to scream. His other hand started to stroke her soft cheek as his calm menacing tone assaulted her ears "Wake up sleepy cheeks, your man is here"
His name was Mike and he was a handsome young man in his early twenties. The stairs he was climbing so silently were those of the apartment building where young beautiful Kara lives..... He grinned wickedly as he thought she won't be living there for long after the events he had planned for that day. She will come to dread this day as it would mark the start of her new life with him.
He had seen his lovely sextoy-to-be many many times in the swimming pool, in the street, in the mall, and many other places, but she was sadly almost always with her boyfriend..... He had been stalking her for around a month following her around silently to school, when she goes shopping, etc. After a few weeks it seemed to him that she was alone more often than not, not to mention that her angelic features had lost the joy they had previously. He had seen her smile multiple times through his high-powered binoculars, but not anymore. At that time, he decided to talk to her and ask her out. He sighed as he remembered the events of that day, around a week earlier.
*******
He had put on his most elegant, but simple, clothing; a striped shirt and black pants. He was handsome, well groomed, very gentle, very clever and very funny, not to mention quite rich..... "What more could a girl ask for???" ..... He kept his positive and charming attitude as he approached the lovely girl, looking sad as she sat down on one of the benches in the park, alone and looking as if all the sadness in the world was buried and locked deep in her heart.... He stood right in front of her and gave her a warm smile as he introduced himself "Hello, my name is Mike, can I sit here please?" ..... He continued to smile as he pointed at the empty area on the bench right besides her.
The voice caught her off guard. She had been lost, lost in her thoughts. And they were not pleasant thoughts. She loved him. She had loved him since the 2nd date, yet, he obviously didn't love her. Never had. Never would. She as nothing more than a kid to him, and he had said as much. And... it hurt. Alot. A kid... she had just turned 19. Hell, he had taken her to dinner, walks on the beach in the moonlight, a daylong ride into the mountains. A kid. She was NOT a kid. He was all of 25, as if that was sooo "adult". Ok, so they had never made love. Not that he hadn't wanted to. But if Kara was one thing, it was romantic, and old fashioned. She wanted her first time to be with someone she was totally in love with. And she thought it had been him, until he ended it. It was these thoughts that the voice "Hello, my name is Mike, can I sit here please" slowly weaved thru, circling around the fog of her emotions.
Glancing upwards, she hoped it did not look too obvious that she'd been crying. A slight nod of agreement, why not, it wasn't like she owned the bench. Would she rather be alone, of course. But no protest left her lips, and instead, she scooted over a bit to make room which he gladly accepted and sat down beside her looking at her delicate body. It was cold so almost all of her body was covered, only her hands and face were visible, and when she shifted, she tugged a bit at the hood drawn up about her head, as if wanting to retreat inside and not come out until the warmth of summer. But it was more than enough for him to know she was an attractive young lady in her late teenage years.
She was simply adorable, and a dream girl for any man. But not the man she wanted. He had never loved her. Never had. Never would. A low sigh slipped past her lips.. she had to stop hearing those words in her had, and really, she should at least answer this nice young man's greeting, right?
Out of nowhere, he summoned a bright red flower using a neat magic trick and presented it to the delicate girl with a huge smile dancing on his lips. Blinking, a deep blush, almost the same color as that very flower, darkened her soft cheeks. Reaching out, delicate fingers slipped free of her woolen gloves, and she curiously accepted it, just as a strange thought came meandering to the forefront of her mind... Who was this attractive, handsome and considerate stranger and what did he want?
As if reading her mind he quickly took her right hand gently and planted a kiss on her slender fingers “I would love to get to know you more, will you go out with me? We can go drink coffee or have lunch in your choice of place”…… He gave her a warm smile and another tender kiss was planted on her fingers as he awaited her reply. He resisted licking his lips as her delicious skin, soft, smooth, along with the perfume that was her, assaulted his senses, and it was a damn fine assault at that, she was sweet and her scent was intoxicating. Her eyes were pools in which a man twice as good as himself would find hard to escape.
Kara blinked, for a moment caught, once more, off guard. First he appears out of nowhere, presents her with a magical flower, and now asks her out. The moist touch to her fingers as he spoke, causing her cheeks to blush a deeper red and she managed to force a smile, the flower had been sweet, and he really was harmless.. except why was he kissing her fingers?? That was a bit odd... and Kara actually shivered as she shook her head slightly... no... she did not have the "wherewithall" to go out on a date right now. Not now. And she began to think, there was just "something" about him.....Her voice was soft, almost a whisper, “thank you for your generous offer, Mike... but I am not really ready to go out on a new date right now. I just broke up with my .."
She stopped there... it wasn't any of his business.. right?? But in reality, she could just not even form the words. Just saying it, made it hurt more, and the tears glittered in her dark eyes once again.
"no, I'm sorry... Mike. No thank you"
As he heard that, his expression changed from the gentle and friendly smile, to that of a raging bull as his face turned bright red with furious anger. It was as if a switch had been turned on.. or off.. or something. Kara recoiled, the look of pure venom in his eyes was nothing short of terrifying. His sudden explosion of anger now nearly screaming in her face “I did NOT want to have sex with you now, just a quick friendly trip to the coffee shop, and you turn ME down for that asshole who you don’t even see anymore?????”
Rage... what she saw in his eyes was pure rage. Little did she know that, in the near future, that look would be one she would know all too well. Kara had gotten to her feet and began to back away, a soft "I'm sorry" slipping from her lips once more. She just wanted to go home. Get away from this guy, this guy who had seemed so harmless..
He, in the meantime, struggled not to raise his hand and smack her in the middle of this public place, but he was so intent on hurting her now that she turned him down, her being the first girl to ever turn him down. His eyes were burning with all consuming hate as he glared at her. His expression was gushing malice and cruelty, and he had to take multiple deep breaths just to be able to hold back and not assault her in public.
Kara was about to run, to be honest. Maybe she should have. Maybe she should have called him a crazy asshole and run away, far far away. Maybe if she had shown that bit of bravado, he would not have.....
Finally, he walked away from her, she catching that threatening, almost knowing look on his face, as if saying ‘we’ll meet again; your troubles with me are way from over.’ She turned away just as he shot one last look at her that was more like a spear piercing right through her heart. But she was walking away now, head down.
*******
That same day he followed her to find her house, and then watched it for a few days, discovering she actually lived alone, an easy and certainly a very attractive target. Not to mention, deserving of harsh punishment, at least in his twisted mind.
He had made plans to kidnap her and force her to accept him and become his sexslave for that infraction in the park. “She needs correcting” He thought to himself as he worked on the lock of her door. He was shrewd and easily managed to sneak up to the apartment building without being seen. Helped of course by the fact that it was three in the morning, making moving under the cover of night very easy without drawing suspicion. Glad that everyone there was asleep, he went up to her apartment and picked the lock after some effort. He then waited a little to see if the sound woke her, or anybody else up.
He got in and tiptoed around the house. Surely, at three in the morning she would be asleep as is mostly everyone else in the neighborhood. He moved around the house, knowing exactly where to go, having already sneaked in before when she was at college a few days earlier. He was surprised to not find her in her bedroom and he frowned; he was sure she walked in the house and didn’t walk back out. He scratched his head and thought maybe she fell asleep on the couch, so he walked back into the living room and saw her pretty little body splayed on the couch still fully clothed and curling up on herself with a small blanket as it was a very cold night.
He stood over her with a wide grin thinking his plan and ‘rightful’ revenge were almost coming to fruition as he brought out a small piece of cloth and some form of drug. He managed to find a drug that doesn't cause sleep, just makes one tired and weak, some sort of a strong muscle relaxant. He had spilled an extra-heavy dose on that little piece of clothing to ensure it works faster. The drug made moving limbs require a large effort, and so would make resisting very hard, when she was already a small girl with no fighting chance anyway with a strong muscular guy like him.
He wanted to kidnap her while she was awake, just completely helpless to do anything about it. He wanted to instill fear in her heart from the first moment he kidnaps her. In his mind that made the whole thing that much more fun and exciting.
He stood over her, and slowly removed the small blanket from her body, his hand ready over her mouth, it was on stand-by, ready to force the drug-soaked cloth between her delicious ruby lips as soon as she opens her mouth to scream. His other hand started to stroke her soft cheek as his calm menacing tone assaulted her ears "Wake up sleepy cheeks, your man is here"
