Hyde and Seek

[Se7en_]

It was another cold dark night as he sneaked up the stairs in total silent almost like a tiger covered in black; black jeans, black shoes, a black leather jacket and he had a black scary mask covering 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 Emily lives..... He grinned wickedly as he thought she won't be living there for long after the events he planned for that day.

He has 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..... After a few weeks it seemed to him that she was always alone so he decided to talk to her and ask her out. He sighs as he remembers the events of that day around a week ago.

*******

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 stands right in front of her and gives her a warm smile as he introduces himself "Hello, my name is Mike, can I sit here please?" ..... He continues to smile as he points at the empty area on the bench right besides her.

She looked up at him with sad, tear-filled eyes only nodding and scooting a little to the side to make more space for him which he gladly accepted and sat down besides her looking at her lovely body. It was cold so almost all of her body was covered, only her hands and face were visible, but it was more than enough for him to know she was an attractive young lady in her late teenage years.

Out of nowhere, he summoned a bright red flower in a neat magic trick and presented it to the delicate girl with a huge smile dancing on his lips. This caused a deep blush to form on her soft cheeks as she curiously accepted it wondering where this attractive, handsome and considerate stranger came from and what he wanted…… 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.

A reply did came, but not the one he was expecting or hoping for….. Her cheeks blushed deep bright red as she was a very shy girl….. she forced a smile, and responded to him “thank you for your generous offer, but I have just broke up with the boyfriend I love so much, and I don’t think I will get over him anytime soon, but thanks again Mike”.

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 that she couldn't explain as she just lent back into her seat scared at his sudden change of expression, and backed away even more as he exploded 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?????” …… He struggled not to raise his hand and smack her in the middle of this public place, but his eyes were so intent on hurting her now that she turned him down, her being the first girl to ever turn him down…… He walked away with a threatening look on his face that says ‘we’ll meet again; your troubles with me are way from over’

*******

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. 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 is 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. 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; 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 are 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 wanted to kidnap her while she was awake, just helpless to do anything about it. In his mind that made the whole thing that much more fun. 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 stood over her, and slowly removed the small blanket from her body, his hand ready over her mouth, ready to push the drug-soaked cloth in as soon as she opens her mouth to scream. His other hand stroking her cheeks "wake up sleepy cheeks, your man is here"

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[LadyCara]

Emily sat on the park bench, wearing black leather jacket and black trousers the dark colours reflecting her mood, the lack of light in her life. As she sits there, she takes out her compact and adds a touch more lipstick to her lips, ignoring the way the red makes her face look more pale and shows a light shadow under her eyes caused by crying and an inability to sleep. She’s tempted to take her brush out and comb her straight dark hair, but knew that the breeze would only mess it up again.

Her green eyes peer back at her from the compact mirror glistening from the tears that threaten even now to fall.

Emily’s phone beeped once again, so she puts away her mirror and small makeup bag to look at her cell to see it’s yet another text message from a concerned friend asking her if she wanted to go out, to go dancing, to the cinema, but she replied like she’d replied to the dozen before that ‘Got homework, maybe another day’. Sighing she put the phone back in her bag and continued her way home from college. Emily knew her friends were well meaning, they were trying to cheer her up, to get help her get over Jake, but it wasn’t working, the pain she felt inside was too deep to brush off easily. It was her 20th birthday in three months time, even though everyone told her she looked younger, and she hoped she’d be over Jake by then, or found someone new, not that she could imagine that, not whilst her heart and body still yearned for his touch.

Everything had been going fine, she’d been happy, even had thoughts of getting engaged, settling down, after all, was that what you were supposed to do with someone you love? She mused. But he’d told her that it wasn’t working that he no longer loved her and his words had felt like a knife piercing her heart. She’d tried to work out what had gone wrong, where she’d gone wrong until her head was aching, but none of it stopped her loving him, wanting to be with him, no matter how hard she tried, she couldn’t cut off her emotions, forget he’d even existed. Friends told her she’d get over it, ‘time heals’, they said. At the moment she had a hard time believing them.

As she sat on the bench she saw a good looking guy come up and was surprised when he wanted to sit on the bench with her. He surprised her even more when he produced a flower out of nowhere causing a smile to dance on her lips. Though the moment is ruined to her when he kisses her fingers and though she can feel no harm in him it’s still an invasion of her space, confusing her, so when he asks her to go for a coffee or lunch she declines, her cheeks tinged red in embarrassment and through shyness. Another time and another place she knows she probably would have agreed as he was easy on the eyes and would have enjoyed his kissing her fingers like a gallant gentleman, so Emily found herself wanting to explain.

“Thank you for your generous offer, but I have just broken up with the boyfriend I love so much, and I don’t think I will get over him anytime soon, but thanks again Mike”.

What she hadn’t expected was Mike’s response, the way his face changed and she felt threatened by him and leaned away from him in shock. If she hadn’t felt frozen to the spot, she would have run away, as it was, all she could do was watch him and the way his eyes looked intently at her. It was as though he had been trying to see into her, or sending her a message, all she knew was it made her feel very uncomfortable.

It took her a little while to still the shaking from the encounter and the memory of his eyes, the way they looked at her. She tried to convince himself that he was one of the lunatics that hung around the park and decided to stop coming., at least for a while. She even convinced herself it would be good to stop coming to one of the places she and Jake used to come and sit and laugh and watch the world go by.

Emily gathered up her bag and put the flower she had been given in the nearest rubbish bin, wanting to wipe the encounter from her memory, though as she left the park, her body still tremored with shock.

Emily was glad to get back to her apartment. It felt safe, it was home. It still felt empty when Jake wasn’t there, it wasn’t until after he’d gone that she realised how much a part of her life he’d become, how much she’d got used to seeing him around and hearing his voice.

The apartment wasn’t big. A small hallway, where she hung her jacket revealing her green blouse and revealing the curves of her body. Her breast weren’t huge, but they were neither small and she shivered with pleasure at the memory of how Jake had seemed to be fascinated with them, always touching or wanting to touch. There had been times when she’d wondered if he’d only been interested in her body, the thought didn’t feel so stupid now. Beneath her top clothes she was wearing the underwear he had given her for christmas. He’d said she looked sexy in the sexy white lace. She still remembered the way he looked at her when she tried it on. Emily tried to push the memory away, but the more she tried to push Jake away in her head, the harder it was.

Off of the hallway was a door to the bathroom, another to a small kitchen, no bigger than a cupboard and her bedroom. At the end was a small living room containing just a sofa, a small table two chairs and a tv. It wasn’t much, but anymore would have made the place feel small and cramped.

Even though she wasn’t in the mood Emily made herself something to eat before sitting at the table to write some more of her university thesis, but even so, she found it hard to settle, her thoughts wondering to everywhere but the paper before her.

Emily knew it was time for bed, but the memory of the last time Jake had made love to her was still strong, strong enough that she found it difficult to enter her room. She talked herself into having a nap, just to recharge her batteries so she could continue with her work and so about one o’clock in the morning she got a blanket and settled down to rest, not expecting to be able to sleep, but sleep came along to her emotionally wrung body.

Emily is shocked awake when she feels a cloth over her mouth and a voice in her ears "wake up sleepy cheeks, your man is here". She recognizes the voice, the mad man from the park and she opens her mouth to scream but that only pulls the drug fumes faster into her body. She tries to struggle and already her limbs are growing heavy, so the little movement she managed quickly ceases and she finds herself paralysed, all except the rising and falling of her chest which had speeded up in her fear as her body prepares for a flee defence it cannot manage and her scared eyes looking up at the mad man as her mind races with his intentions all of which have the words death in them, her death.

Scared, she can feel her blood rushing round her body and her heart beating fast, but all she can do is lie there, defenceless and knowing that he can do to her whatever he wants and she wishes Jake was here to protect her.

 

[Se7en_]

His face lit up with a bright evil smirk that she couldn’t see from behind his dark scary mask….. He wanted to hide the identity of her kidnapper, and have her wonder for a few hours before showing her the face of the man she turned down no more than a week before this cursed night. He would make her pay for actually turning him down, no one has done that before, and he would have to punish this first offender really hard for this mistake.

He quickly moved his hand to her chin forcing her jaw open while she was still trying to open her eyes and figure out what was going on….. Of course he had no intention of giving her that kind of luxury as his other hand forced the drug-soaked cloth into her waiting mouth and then wrapped the loose ends around her head to ensure the cloth stays where he wanted it to stay.

Quickly, he jumped on the sofa straddling her as he grabbed her small hands to prevent her from removing the gag "Yo cutie. I am tonight's entertainment" .... He grinned as he pinned her arms to either side of her head. His heart was racing and his mind going into overdrive with the possibility that his plan might very well come to fruition this night, and he would obtain his very own sex-toy, and not just any sex-toy, one that actually looks so innocent and lovely. He was in luck.

He waited the few moments for the drug to take full effect and then he leant in and started to kiss around her cheeks, neck and the small exposed parts of her chest "I bet you're shocked eh? Don't worry. I will answer all your questions when we get to my place. We'll have a little party together, just you and me" .... He grinned and looked into her eyes, kind of wanting to risk extending his time in her place just for the sake of the thrill it was giving him.

As the drug takes effect within a few short moments, he noticed her already-weak resistance getting ever weaker and weaker and at best being entertaining and arousing to him, so he sat by her side in the large sofa and his hands shot to grab her delicate wrists, pulling them together tightly, and holding them both in one large hand……. He then pulled them over her head where he held on tight to them to make sure she doesn’t bother him as he toys with her.

His other hand moved to her chest to cup one of her breasts through the material of her T-shirt and bra. His expression instantly changed to one of extreme satisfaction "ooooh so tender. I have so long dreamt of this moment, and now you are MINE" .... He stressed the word ‘mine’ almost talking in a loud voice…. He then paused for a long moment thinking he might have messed up and talked in a too loud of a voice, loud enough to rouse the neighbors from their night slumber………. He stayed silent while staring into her deep angelic eyes and then leant close wrapping his lips around her ear and bit down gently with a deep whisper "forever......."

He kept listening to check if someone might have actually heard him……. Every moment bringing relaxation as he thought things were going really well so far, and no interruptions were coming.

 

[LadyCara]

Emily couldn’t see the intruders face and that scared her. The lights were still off and though the street lights filtered through the thin curtains, it only allowed her to see his outline against its brightness and no details other than his shape, though she knew from experience that he would be able to see her, maybe not totally clearly, but enough that it would be like looking at her on a dull winter's day.

Emily can feel him move onto the sofa and his weight across her, effectively pinning her down nullifying any chance she may have had of escape and then she hears him speak once more "Yo cutie. I am tonight's entertainment" and she whimpers deep in her throat, wishing she would wake up and find this is all nothing but a bad dream, but instead she can feel him raising her arms and pinning them either side of her head. She tries to move them, to pull them down, but the drug won’t let her, weakening her, slowing her movements until she has no control over her limbs and then it feels as if she’s paralysed, no more than a doll for him to bend anyway he wants.

She hears him tell her that they’re going to ‘Party, just you and me’ and the voice in her head screams out in terror, and the fact she can’t vocalise it, makes it sound much, much worse. It’s only the fact that it sounds like he won’t kill her immediately gives her hope that maybe someone will come to her rescue, will notice she’s missing from the lecture and will sound the alarm. The image of Jake coming to the rescue on a white charge quickly dissipates in the reality in which she finds herself.

Even though her limbs are no longer her own, it’s done nothing to dull her sense of touch, if anything in her heightened sense of fear, she finds that her sense of touch and hearing have heightened in response. So when his lips touch her cheek, there is nothing feathery about his kisses and she feels each one as it moves down her cheek and neck and to her upper chest.

By now she has felt him pulling her hands above her head which has the effect of pushing her breasts out towards him, though she is still taken by surprise to feel his hand on them. Emily is thankful that she can’t feel if his hands is gloved or not through the material of her top and bra and grateful that his hand isn’t touching her skin, though she knows in her present state her clothes aren’t much protection, but at the moment she’s grateful for what she can get.

‘MINE, forever’ her stomach flips and a feeling of queasiness comes over her, wondering if this guy is serious or possibly an escaped inmate of a lunatic asylum, a feeling reinforced by the look in his eyes as he peers down at her and she’s glad she can’t see his face.

Inside, fear is alternating with hopelessness and a small tear escapes her eye, to slide down her pale skin. She can feel it there, like a trail of ice and she tries to hold back her feelings, not wanting to give him the satisfaction of knowing what he's doing to her.

Emilly is so busy trying to get her emotions under control that it takes her a moment to realise his teeth had touched her ear.She tries to move her head away from him, but only manages a very small movement and the hopelessness comes crashing down on her once more.

 

[Se7en_]

The lunatic inside him was feasting on her moans and whimpers as she tried so hard to resist him, her attempts amusing at best and pathetic at worst……. His lust was building with every helpless movement of her pretty little body.

He kept staring into her angelic eyes as she tried to see the man behind the mask. The fact that she can’t see the face of her abductor giving him an exciting chill and giving her fear more and more reason to build up as she had no idea who she was or what he planned to do to her, though it didn’t take a genius to figure out his intention were by no means noble.

He gives her tender breast one more grope through the soft fabric of her top and then moves his hand away reluctantly, her breasts inviting him to play with them more and more, but he had other areas to explore and time was tight.

His hands moved further down very slowly grabbing her ribs and he started to playfully poke them "let's see if my new toy is ticklish. I have plans for you if you have a ticklish body. One of the attractions I have planned for you is tickle torture. I hope you'll enjoy it as much as I would.... though I highly doubt it, but a man can hope his toy will share his fun right my dear?"…….. His voice and his words were in no way trying to comfort her as he grinned widely behind his terrifying mask. The intended effect was the total opposite, he wanted her scared, he wanted her frightened and he wanted her terrified to death.

Like most other girls, she certainly had a ticklish body….. He enjoyed her squirming and laughs and he smirked as he realized she was indeed very ticklish "Amazing specimen you are my little girl!!!! I think me and your cute little body will get along just fine, it listens to me so obediently despite your mind not wanting it to do that."

He hesitantly released her ribs "you know sweety if I indulge in tickle torture now, we won't be leaving before sunrise, which could ruin the whole thing and you could very well miss the party!!!" .... He kept holding her wrists together tightly over her head with his strong hand and then he turned her around, forcing her to lay face down "Now I know the amazing drug I put on the cloth is making you weak” …….He paused for a minute and then continued..... “Remind me to thank my dear friend Bob for it by the way!!!!"

He laughed and then realized it’s past midnight and someone might just hear the commotion he was making, and that would mean trouble, so he grinned and started to whisper "However, it doesn't last very long, and I can't exactly drag you out of here while you’re kicking and squirming. So I am gonna have to tie you up nice and tight. Will be very simple bondage for now, but don't worry I promise I will be tying you properly when we get to my place. After I tie you up, I will carry you out of here and to your new home where we can have all the fun we want without interruptions or worrying about waking up the nice neighbors" He paused for a short moment and poked her again "See how nice I am? I don't want you to use those cute little feet of yours except to pleasure me."