Just killing time...

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Larisa dragged herself into the small local pub. It was a tuesday night so it wasn't all that crowded and she was silently thankfully for that. She had had one hell of a day and all she wanted was to get a little tipsy, go home and watch a movie as she started her week long vacation!

This was Larisa Carter's first year as an assistant district attorney. The title may have seemed impressive to some but really, she was a grunt. Just starting out she was basically a no one. At least right now she was. But Larisa had plans. Plans that would take her far.

"Hey, Lari, what's going on?"

With a tired smile, Larisa brushed a lock of her black hair behind an ear, "Not much..." she wondered if it was a bad thing for a bartender to know your name...

"What can I get for you?"

"Hm, give me something strong, please? I need it!" She said. The door to the pub chimed..a signal that someone either entered or exited.

 

[Noon_Shadow]

Morris Palmer

Morris had been taken by an impulse to go to a smaller pub this evening. He was always on the look-out for possibilities, but many of the more promising establishments simply weren't that populated on a Tuesday night. He decided he might have better luck visiting some smaller establishments and surveying the locals. He'd found that women tended to feel more relaxed and were more pliable in their regular drinking locations, and if they were drinking on a Tuesday night, they were very likely regulars. It seemed a sound principle, anyway, and he knew all the tricks he needed to break the ice, regardless.

He was good-looking, he knew that. It was first amongst his charms. His dark hair was artfully arranged on his head, and he had dark green searing eyes that always seemed to have a knowing tilt to them. He was a well built man at 6'2 and sharp dressed besides. He wasn't afraid to spend money on clothes because he knew that women noticed those sorts of things.

Just as he entered he heard a young woman proclaiming her need for a strong drink and he smiled, thinking Oh, how perfect. He glanced in the direction of the voice and sized up the potential target. A somewhat petite girl, and from the rear, she seemed plenty cute enough. Attempting to hide his grin, he made his way to the bar, sitting one stool away (oh, never immediately adjacent-that's too uncomfortable) from the young lady. He removed his overcoat and spoke up, quietly but surely. "I'll pay for the young lady's drink, if you'll mix me one of the same-I could also use a stiff beverage." He gave a small smile in the young woman's direction, and then pretended to focus on the television past her at the end of the bar. In truth, he didn't care about it-a local news telecast-but he knew how to study her with his peripheral vision. In his mind, he made a mental tick. Phase one initiated.

 

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"I'll pay for the young lady's drink, if you'll mix me one of the same-I could also use a stiff beverage."

In the middle of a sip of her drink, Larisa heard the newcomer say this and she didn't argue. She argued for a living and so it was no use to start outside of work.

Setting her drink, down and swallowing what she had taken a sip of, Larisa let the hard liquor burn her throat as she looked over at the man who had spoken, "That's very nice of you, thank you..." she tilted her head toward her drink, "I hope you like the strong stuff."

It was easy for Larisa to be so out going, she was a lawyer after all.

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[Noon_Shadow]

Morris gave the barkeep an acknowledging nod as he accepted his drink, before turning at the sound of the young lady's voice. He looked at her as if just noticing her, and then made eye contact with her. He held it only briefly-too long too soon was always discomforting and a sure deal-breaker. He gave a sly smile quickly and then glanced down at her own drink. He'd been pleased to see that lovely face matched the voice. Yes, there was some definite potential here if he proceeded carefully.

"Oh, it may be nice of me, but I suspect a woman with your face very seldom pays for her own drinks." He took a slow sip of his own drink and swallowed it deliberately, glancing back at his intended target. "I've certainly never been one to shy away from a stiff drink." He chuckled, softly, and then appeared to look around to take note of the bar. The patrons were spread out pretty sparsely-it was early yet-and it wasn't so loud at the bar that any words were being drowned out.

His mind was moving to the next step on his mental checklist: initiate conversation. Keep it light, but avoid being insipid. He noted her shoes-professional and comfortable, without being showy. "So did you just get off work?" He gave her a friendly smile, feeling quite content with himself. He'd given her a clear invitation to talk about herself and tell him about her job, and without seeming too nosy. He took a measured sip from his drink and let his attention linger on her face for another moment.

 

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Finishing off her second, long swig from the chilled glass, Lari nodded. She knew she wasn't acting very lady like at the moment but after today, hell, she didn't really care. All ready Lari could feel the effects of the alcohol starting to relax her, sending a light blush to her cheeks.

"I did..." Lari nodded and signaled to the bartender to get her another. "And so starts my vacation." She smiled, still looking directly at the man but he could probably still see her smile nonetheless.

After she took a sip from her new glass, she turned to him and was could see he was quite a looker...and to Lari, there were two types of lookers... handsome and cute. He was handsome. She could tell by his clothes that he took just enough pride in his appearance and that was always a good thing. "It feels like I've been working forever and even if it's just a few days off, I feel I deserve it...what about yourself?"

It was all harmless conversation right?

 

[Noon_Shadow]

Morris ticked off another mental point, conversation successfully initiated with his target. As she'd turned toward him, he got a better look at her face, and he turned to bring his eyes away from the boring news broadcast on the corner television. Seeing her face, he confirmed what he'd already suspected-this one was a prize. It was convenient that this place was not very crowded or she'd have had tons of would-be suitors all over her. Not that that would have bothered him, he had some tricks for that scenario as well, but this was easier. It gave him a little thrill to think about bagging this particular prize.

"It feels like I've been working forever and even if it's just a few days off, I feel I deserve it...what about yourself?"

He nodded and lifted his drink toward her. "Oh yes, I certainly understand that. I wish could get away. Here's to well earned time off." He threw back his drink and then sat his glass down, giving her his most charming smile. He turned to ask the bartender for another drink and glanced back to his quarry. Was that a little flush in her cheeks from drinking? Maybe she was naturally a bit red-toned, but it was good that she was getting another drink regardless. As he glanced back at her, he purposely let his eyes scan her figure very quickly. It was meant to seem subtle, even though he intentionally did it for her to catch-as though he was just now noticing how looking she was. As if he hadn't mastered the art of observing with his peripheral vision. He responded by widening his smile.

"So it's vacation, then? Do you have any big plans?" This set-up was almost too perfect-her vacation plans gave him the perfect opening to initiate the next phase-discreetly inquiring about her availability. It was non-threatening, demonstrated his interest, and let her feel as though she was in control. He was really on his game tonight-this would go extremely smoothly.

 

[zydrate]

"So it's vacation, then? Do you have any big plans?"

Lari nodded as she took another sip of her drink. She giggled as she caught herself at what she was doing...very unlady like. But what did it matter now? She was not here to make impressions, she was just having a nice conversation with a stranger who bought her a drink...right?

"Well, so, tonight is tuesday and I have the rest of the week off. I won't have to return to work until next week Monday...which, mind you, is all right with me..." she leaned her head on to her hand as her elbow rested on the bar top. She looked at the man and gave him her most sincerest smile, "There are no big plans, just some time to myself. Perhaps lock myself in my apartment and just veg..catch up on some movies.."

It was true, she was just going to have some time to herself and not do a damn thing. Lari knew she could've taken a vacation to some place nice but she really didn't want to be among a lot of people.

Slamming back the last of her drink, Lari stood up, grabbed her bag and held out her hand to the man who bought her the drinks, it was really a nice thing for him to do, "Well, thank you so much for the drinks...I'm sorry I didn't get your name?"

Lari swept some hair out of her face as she heard him tell her his name, "Well, again, thank you."

 

[Noon_Shadow]

Morris nodded along as he listened to her answer. Catch up on some movies? That was practically an invitation. He gave her a wry smile as though he understood exactly what she was talking about-as if he could possibly be so boring. He had to resist the urge to roll his eyes, and he instead nodded along. He finished off his second drink and dropped a tip down for the bartender, glancing over at him with a smile. He'd have to remember this place-the drinks were really good.

"Well, thank you so much for the drinks...I'm sorry I didn't get your name?"


He looked back at her and she was getting ready to go-she'd stood up and grabbed her purse, gathering herself. "My name is Morris-it was my pleasure, Miss-may I ask your name?" He smiled back at her, letting his grip on her hand linger in the handshake as he stood up. He appeared to make himself ready to go as well-it was time to seize the initiative. He held himself close to her, letting her sense his body warmth for a moment as he reached up to brush a hair that she'd missed away from her forehead, and then locked into eye contact. With a smile he leaned down to give her a chaste kiss on the cheek.

He finally let go of her hand and paused, taking a breath, and then spoke, pretending at nervousness. "Hey, I was just about to head out too, and uhmm...well...I mean, you said you didn't have any plans, so I just..." He gave her a look with his eyes that he thought was approximately hopeful, though with a slight grimace for his feigned awkwardness. He could practically sense the bartender rolling his eyes at him, but Morris wasn't very bad at this. "I've got a 54 inch flatscreen," Morris offered helpfully.

 

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"Larisa, my name is Larisa." She said with tired smile and shook his hand. She could feel the warm and the little squeeze he gave it. It was meant to be comforting yet flirty and Lari couldn't help but be flattered.

It was then she got a really good look at him. He was handsome, in his own way. It was still nice. He was nice.

"Well, thank you for the drinks Morris, I really do appreciate it." She said, her own eyes softening their look at him.

"Hey, I was just about to head out too, and uhmm...well...I mean, you said you didn't have any plans, so I just...I've got a 54 inch flatscreen."

"Oh..." she was caught completely off guard. It had been a long time since someone had hit on her and again, Lari was flattered. "If it were another time, I would take you up on that Morris, but I just really want to get home and relax, kind of will the day away." She moved around him and headed for the door. With a smile, she looked back at him, "Good night Morris, thank you again."

With that, Lari headed toward her apartment, which was no more than a few blocks away.

 

[Noon_Shadow]

Morris was nearly shocked by her refusal. True, he'd had to force up his timeline because she'd left earlier, giving him less time to flirt with her, but he was certain he'd had the right approach with this one. Attractive, but a workaholic and professional, his somewhat awkward shyness and quiet charm should really have been ideal. He felt his resolve hardening, and knew that he was going to be forced to do something much less pleasant...and far more risky. Why did this snotty little bitch have to force these things on him?

He forced his lips into a congenial smile and the nodded as he slipped over to hold the door for her. He made a quick note of the direction she began walking off, his eyes latching onto the physical shape of her so that he could quickly pick her out of a crowd, and noting the unique color of her purse. He slipped back to the bar, hustling through settling his tab even though his face was schooled to patience, and had to resist the temptation to sprint back out the door.

Once he was safely outside, with no one to note anything odd about his behavior, he quickened his pace, walking swiftly, eyes peeled for sign of his quarry. There weren't many people on the street at that hour, but there were enough to impair his ability to see if she was still in front of him. His eyes scanned both directions as he passed one block, and then again as he crossed over to the next block-and then he saw her. She'd turned, and was walking down to the corner of the next block, and taking a right turn. His lips curled upward, sinisterly, as he slipped his hands in his pockets and began following her, well out of her line of sight. This one was not going to get away...he'd already staked out his mental claim on her. He would have her, and for the extra trouble, she might have to suffer a little bit for it...

As he followed her around the corner, he saw her, still nearly a block ahead, waiting to cross the street. He paused by an ATM kiosk, glancing over his shoulder, until he saw her cross the street. She was heading to an apartment building on the corner. He furtively slipped across the street and approached the front of the apartment building. After she slipped in, he leaned against a building across the street, eying the front of the building, paying particular interest to darkened windows, mentally counting the seconds. A little over fifteen seconds after she entered, he saw a room come to light on the second floor. He had to smile. He memorized it's location-second floor, third from the center-and began to trace his own back home, laying out his own plans. Foolish of her to tell a total stranger she was going to be at home, alone, over the next few days.

 

[zydrate]

The drinks had relaxed Lari way more than she thought they would've. But that was OK, it wasn't like she was going anywhere tonight anyway. What she wanted to do was take a nice, long, hot bath and then perhaps catch up on some reading. There were a few good books that she had let get away from her and never had the time to read them.

Sure, to some it was a boring life, but it was what it was. She had worked too hard to get where she was and she was only just starting. Lari let work come first before friends. Also having no friends helped her some what. No drama to hear about since there was enough in her cases.

The first thing she had done after turning on a light in her livingroom, she started to unbutton her top and kick off her shoes. Her sparsely decorated apartment wasn't much to look at, but it was home. There wasn't time to decorate. She had figured a while back to hire someone to do it for her but never really got the chance to call.

As she walked to the bathroom, her night at the bar ran quickly through her mind. The face of Morris flashed and she had to smile. He was really nice. He bought her drinks and Lari wasn't stupid, she knew he was hitting on her. Perhaps another time would've been nice. She would've been more flattered. But not tonight. Maybe when things eased up at work, or at least in her life professionally, she would explore the chance at romance...perhaps...

It took less than 15 minutes to draw a hot bath and by then, Lari was completely naked. Her dark hair was swept into a messy bun and she stepped into the seeping hot water. She let out a small moan of pleasure as she lowered herself down further into the water. Her eyes closed as she got comfortable.

This was exactly what she needed...

 

[Noon_Shadow]

After hailing a taxi to return him to his home, Morris had time to mull over a few things. How to take the girl? This was actually beyond his normal operational procedure-he never followed the girls home. He always took them home from bars, usually from places he seldom frequented. The smart play was just to let Larisa go-no. No, she was his, and she would learn what that meant. The thrill of the idea that she might actually escape, that he might fail, that was a sensation he hadn't felt in a while. It was risky, and the risk heightened the sensation in his mind.

The cab ride fortified him, just as he pulling up to his house. He lived outside the city a bit, but it was a fortunate haunt for him. He had a very large, soundproofed basemen, and he'd finished it up with all of the appropriate implements for his habit. He smiled at the cabby, thanked him for a pleasantly quiet ride-he did really hate those cab-drivers who felt required to converse with their fares-and handed him a $20, with the directive, "Keep the change."

As Morris entered his house, he put on a pot of coffee and began his second favorite pasttime: Planning. He was always very good with details, with setting things up in advance, with weighing advantages against disadvantages. She lived alone, that weighed to his advantages. If she'd lived with a roommate or a boyfriend, she absolutely WOULD have mentioned it when she said that she was relaxing at home for a few days. Had even said she wanted to have some time to herself. Which also was convenient-no would miss her for several days after he took her.

He'd have to get her in the daytime. It was a nice area there, in a nice neighborhood, and his natural charm and relatively innocent appearance would work his in favor. AT night there, you probably had nosy neighbors would report any suspicious sound, and at night, any business he might be appearing to be doing would seem suspicious if anyone saw him at all. Blend in to the crowd. Getting into the building in the day would be a cinch-just follow any likely-seeming resident in, and in an area like that, they would surely think little about holding the door-no need to go in a window or jimmy a lock.

His impatience naturally dictated that he would not be able to wait beyond the next day, so he would have to take her then. And that meant he'd be up all night planning. More coffee was definitely required. He took the first sip from his steaming mug, and settled in for the evening.

 

[zydrate]

For Larisa, it was late when she woke up the next morning..well, late to her, but she was sure for others, it was early.

She had fallen asleep on the couch last night during a movie. The combination of the drinks and the bath relaxed her so much that it felt good to sleep in. So after getting up, getting dressed in a jogging outfit, she decided to take a small job before her day of relaxing really started.

As Lari stepped out onto the sidewalk, she realized it was a beautiful day and thought perhaps she would spend it out doing something later. Perhaps have a chance to do some actual shopping and perhaps take in a show....

 

[Noon_Shadow]

Morris yawned as he made his way up from the basemen, closing the door shut behind him. He's gone through almost two post of coffee, but he was finally ready, after a long night of having made his plans. Everything was set up for his quarry, once he had her in his grasp, and he now had a plan in place to ensure that he would. He allowed a satisfied smile to grace his lips. He was probably going to need take a nap at some point, but right now, he was purpose driven, and he felt energized.

He was carrying a rather large cardboard box. It was honestly nearly empty, but he practiced his posture of carrying it, hunching over, to make it look like it was heavy, a struggle. In truth, it was nearly empty, but he wanted to be seen to be laboring a bit as he carried it. He glanced in the mirror, deciding he'd nailed how to walk, making it look heavy, but no so heavy that someone might just grab at it in an attempt to help him. Feeling secure in that, he tossed i t into the back of his SUV and then drove himself into town.

His scouting last night had revealed a bit of likely parking nearby. Parking as close to the building as possible would make his task easier. As he drove into town, he hummed himself wistfully, his mind playing a flashback of the girl's thighs as she'd slid off of the stool, standing to leave. Well toned, unblemished skin. Well, for now anyway. He smiled once more, the smile remaining on his lips as he parked the car next to the building, waiting. He watched a bit of the pedestrian traffic slipping by as he reached into the back and grabbed at his box.

He needed to follow someone he was certain was heading for the building-that was the main reason a spot close here was required. Spotting a middle-aged woman that seemed to be marching directly toward the door, he hefted his box and then made to follow her all the way, a few steps behind. As she made it to the front door of the building and punched into the entry code, he stepped up right behind her, and meaningfully adjusted his grip on the box and smiled at her. She stopped, even holding the door open for him. He thanked her, gave her his most charming smile, and then slipped up to the second floor. Third room from the center, facing the street. He walked right up to the door and pounded on it, knocking, then ducked his head out of sight of the peephole, pressing his ear against the wood to listen.

He didn't hear any footsteps, didn't hear anyone stirring. He pounded again, then repeated his act of pressing his head against the door. Nothing again. Well, it seemed she'd slipped out on him. That was fine, he'd planned for this contingency. He glanced both ways down the hall, making sure no one was looking, and then slipped a wire out of his pocket. He'd learned the art of picking locks from a young age, as soon as he'd learned that all of his father's most interesting things had been locked up. He used his body to screen the activity, and adjusted his posture so that, to any casual observer, he appeared only to be struggling with a key.

The locked yielded to him with a satisfying click, and he smiled, entering the apartment. It seemed she wasn't as tidy as he was, he thought, recognizing the top she'd worn last night dropped on the floor. And it wouldn't have killed her to actually decorate, either. He performed a quick scan of all the rooms to make sure she wasn't actually in there, and then he settled in, waiting in her bedroom for the opportunity to pounce on her. He'd need to make it quick and quiet when she got back. So he smiled, and waited.

 

[zydrate]

With a tall Styrofoam cup in hand filled with steaming hot coffee, Larisa clumsily closed the door to her apartment behind her. Coffee in one hand, keys and a paper in the other. She had planned on taking a long jog but after a few blocks, Larisa grabbed some breakfast near a small cafe by the river.

It was nice just being able to relax. She was afraid that she had forgotten how.

Closing the door with her foot, she didn't notice anything out of the ordinary as she set down her things. She saw her top on the floor and picked it up. She tossed it on the chair in the living room and walked toward her bedroom as she started to remove her top, leaving her in sports top and shorts.

It was too late before she saw him. Their eyes locked and it was like time stopped for Larisa. She didn't know what to do, scream or bolt...so she did the logical thing to her at the moment and that was scream before bolting from her room. She didn't get far when she felt a pair of strong hands grab her...

 

[Noon_Shadow]

Waiting was always the hardest part. It was the reason he'd shown up here the next day. So he was really struggling to deal with being idle as he waited on his quarry to return home. He thought he'd seen her jogging, but surely her morning jog wouldn't take this long. That probably had not been here then. which meant that there was really no telling when she might come back. He wished he brought something to do. Morris had to resist the urge to drum his fingers. Going without sleep might catch up to him in this downtime-he was really growing sleepy.

Finally, when felt like he was just on the verge of nodding off in her bedroom, he heard her at the door. He prepared to pounce. After a few seconds, she was walking into the bedroom, her top sliding over her head-he smiled. She turned then, and saw him. He held her eye for an instant, letting her know just how much trouble she was in, letting the thread register, and then he grabbed at her. She screamed. Damnit, he'd let her get a scream off.

He pulled her up against his chest from behind her and wrapped a hand around her face. He had a rag doused in chloroform. He pressed it to her mouth and held it there, his other arm wrapping around her waist and lifting her off the ground slightly. He winced as she kicked at his shins, flailing around, but then her struggles began to cease as she inhaled and the chemical took effect. Her body became very relaxed. He quickly pulled the rag away, mindful of not giving her an excessive dose of it, and then brought out his syringe. He'd prepared a sedative-for someone of her body weight....she'd probably stay out for about 4-5 hours. He gave it to her in the thigh and then glanced around.

Plenty of time now, assuming no one thought much of a cut-off scream. Probably thought it was just some kid, maybe a very loud television in a building like this. He had to rely on people's inattention and acceptance of the abnormal in order to get away with this. Besides, late morning, middle of the week? Probably not many people around to hear it. Morris reached into his box and pulled out the key item-a large cloth sack. He folded up Larisa's legs and then pulled the bag around her, stuffing her in. Now....

She only had a sports bra and a pair of shorts on. He'd definitely hold on to this one for several days, maybe even weeks. He took his time rifling through her closet and cabinets, pulling out some extra underwear and a few changes that he deemed suitable. She'd have to be dressed, eventually, and dressing her up would be fun. He tossed those into the bag with her, and made sure to toss in anything else he'd touched while he was there. Shouldn't be any prints. He'd already wiped down the door handle. Clean entry, clean exit, and only one person had seen him come in.

He lifted the bag over his shoulder-it was heavy, carrying her with her dead weight in it, but he could manage-and then strode out, sack over his shoulder, natural as can be. No one on the street even looked twice as he lifted the bag into the rear of SUV and closed it up,

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30 minutes later, he had her tied to a chair. Her hands were bound behind her, her knees and ankles to the legs of the chair, spread. Her head was slumped over to the side. The chair was in his basement, bolted to the floor. He eyed the set-up he had in his basemen. When she woke up, she'd have a clear view of his suspension frame, and the saw horse, and a device looking like medieval stocks. Ropes everywhere, and also some chains, more for decoration. He decided to gag her-his basement was sound proof, but he didn't want her to ruin her voice screaming uselessly before he tended to her.

The ballgag slipped behind her teeth into place, and he tightened the strap down behind her head. Now, since he'd been up all night planning and she would still be out for at least 3 hours, he decided to go take a nap. He climbed the long stairs out of his basemen, locked the door behind him, and chuckled as he headed up to his bedroom. Another successful quarry taken-and he knew he was going to like this one.

 

[zydrate]

It took a lot to shake herself out of the fogginess of her slumber...and when she did, Larisa realized she wasn't at home any more. Her mind fought to remember what happened last and that's when she snapped. That man! He was in her place...her room!! Larisa's eyes shot open and that's when she saw her surroundings!

The devices...the chains... What the hell happened? She started to scream, another basic instinct but she realized her mouth was propped open, her tongue felt around her mouth and she could feel the ball gag. Trying to reach up to take it out, it was again she realized she couldn't move her hands or her legs... Larisa looked down and saw why. She was strapped into the chair!! Tears started to fall from her eyes, her eyes darted around the dimly lit room..what was going on?!

Her mind was racing. How did this all happen? In her own place and in the day! Her thoughts went back to that guy she had met at the bar last night...that man... He seemed too friendly and her tipsy ass fell for it. There was something in his eye when she had turned him down...

Larisa's mind would've kept on racing with thoughts but they were quickly interrupted when she heard the jiggling of a lock and sound of a door opening...

 

[Noon_Shadow]

Morris rose from his nap. He'd gotten over three hours of needed sleep. Rubbing the tiredness from his eyes, he peeled out of his clothes, heading over to his bathroom. He started up the shower, paused to study his reflection in the mirror while the water got hopped, and then hopped in. He scrubbed himself thoroughly, needing to get the stress of the past several hours out of his skin before he could enjoy his diversion for the next few days. Oh, and she'd be quite the diversion, too.

After his shower, he took the time to straighten his hair up, and he looked at his muscular build. His eyes were still a bit tired, but he could see his own satisfaction shining back at him. He barked out a quick left and went to get dressed. What to wear for this occasion? Something to make an impression, he thought. Ah, very good-a black button up with silver pinstripes. He had a pair of matching black slacks. Good to make a first impression, let her know he was her host as well as her captor. He nodded as he dressed himself, finding the right shoes to complete his outfit. Feeling satisfied, he walked downstairs to the door, opening the lock and then slipping inside.

Morris stopped to close the door and lock it securely behind him, putting his key into his pocket, before he turned to look at his captive. he saw that she was awake and looking at him, her eyes fearful. He grinned at her with a predatory glint. "Ah, good, you're already awake. Glad to see that you've recovered. You remember me, of course-Morris Palmer. I will be your host for-well, it could be weeks. You foolishly let me know that no one would even think to look for you until Monday, so we'll have at least six weeks together." He chuckled as he walked over. His hands stopped to rest on her shoulders, rubbing them gently, almost possessively, as he loomed over behind.

"I do apologize for the manner in which you were brought here-if you'd come willingly, I never would have had to follow you back to your home. Alas, it be necessary." He glanced down at her, sensing what she might be wondering. "Oh, don't worry, I haven't violated you....yet. I do like my playmates to be awake and aware during these escapades." He laughed again softly, and then he slowly circled around until he was standing in front of her hair, examining her thoughtfully. "Hmm now...how shall we begin?"

 

[zydrate]

She had seen him as he descended from the stairs, his suit had not a wrinkle, his face was clean shaven, looking just like he did when she had first met him in the bar. He seemed so fucking calm as if this was an every day thing for him... maybe it was, but it sure wasn't for Larisa...

"Ah, good, you're already awake. Glad to see that you've recovered. You remember me, of course-Morris Palmer. I will be your host for-well, it could be weeks. You foolishly let me know that no one would even think to look for you until Monday, so we'll have at least six weeks together."

He spoke. That damn smile he had.

Larisa could've objected...if she was able to talk. She could've struggled against the binds but what would've that had gotten her? No where. Besides, he looked like he wanted to see her struggle...to fight...to be scared.

"I do apologize for the manner in which you were brought here-if you'd come willingly, I never would have had to follow you back to your home. Alas, it be necessary."

It sickened her that he had gotten into her place. He had touched her things. It was a violation but she was sure that was the least of her problems right now.

"Oh, don't worry, I haven't violated you....yet. I do like my playmates to be awake and aware during these escapades."

Her skin crawled when he touched her. He spoke so confidently. So smugly. How she wanted to wipe that look off his face!

"Hmm now...how shall we begin?"

How about you diving into an empty pool head first? She thought. Looking up, Larisa's eyes locked with his. She hoped he could read what they were saying. She wasn't going to make this easy.

 

[Noon_Shadow]

Morris did not have a set process for what he did with the girls here. He liked to mix things up, to see how different women reacted to their situation. They were all different, but he'd enjoyed them all. The ones, though, who'd slowly learned that they enjoyed being his helpless sex slaves, those had been his favorites. They resisted at first, same as the others, but eventually resistance stopped and they just surrendered. And by the end, they'd been active participants. Would that be how Larissa responded? Or would she fight all to the end?

"I must tell you, you're the loveliest creature to grace my basement in a long time." He certainly wasn't naive enough to think she'd respond to the compliment, especially as perverse as it was. In truth, he was talking to hear himself speak, not really caring what she thought of it. His hands moved on her body now while she was utterly helpless to his touch. He placed both hands on the top of her knees, his thumbs on the inside of her legs as his fingertips traced back and forth. He felt her muscles tense up in response. "Once I saw your face, I knew that there would be no stopping until found yourself here."

He ignored her attempts to squirm as his hands ran higher on her thighs. His thumbs still traced circles on the inside of her legs as they moved higher. He paused just short of her crotch, looking into her eyes. He saw the aggression in there, the unspoken the thread, the still-determined resolve. He laughed softly there as he continued. His fingers rubbing at the tense muscles, brushing them, feeling the softness of her skin, the smooth texture. The tips of his fingers were moving ever higher on her legs, aiming on a clear trajectory to her pussy. The tips of his fingertips slid up beneath the bottom legs of her short exercise shorts, still moving inexorably. He wondered if she want panicking. One hand moved toward the crotch of her shorts, in a cupping motion, fingers extended to begin rubbing at her.

He pulled up short, though. His hands skipped over her crotch as he continued to feel at her vulnerable body. He was rubbing at her abdomen, her navel, her side. His hands traced her profile, her figure, fingers very deftly and lightly moving on her skin. It was almost like an examination. He had both hands on her stomach now, and they began moving down, toward her crotch again. His fingers encountered a few spots, south of her hips, which he suspected were ticklish, as he worked. He then dipped down, sliding inside of her shorts. This time they pushed down, inside of her panties beneath, his knuckles moving on her skin. He came within a hair's breadth of touching her pussy this time, her actual bare pussy, but he pulled back once more. He was enjoying himself.

Next he ran his hands up to her chest. Hand sliding up her stomach, still kneading at her body, playfully touching and teasing as he goes. He makes cupping motions with his fingers as though to squeeze her breasts-though this time, he follows through. He cups her breasts through her sports bra, rolling them around in his palms, letting his thumbs feel around for the bumps of her nipples. He smile. "Not quite as endowed as you could be, but these will be sufficient." After a moment spent playing with her breasts, he began evaluating where to take her first.

He saw that the chair he'd set down was facing almost directly at the stocks. Hmm, perhaps he'd had something already in mind when he sat her down. With a smile, he began pushing the heavy chair across the floor, ignoring the scraping sound it made against the smooth stone beneath, until she was right in front of the stocks. Now, he did want her to use her words, at some point. Slipping around behind her, he undid the strap holding on her ballgag, and let it fall loose, wondering what would follow. Would there be defiance? Would she beg? Would she scream for help? He knelt down to begin untying her hands as he waited to hear what would come next.

 

[zydrate]

Of course Larisa wanted to scream as soon as the ball gag was loose and out of her mouth. But what good would it do? Nothing. She knew there was no one around to hear her, so that option was moot. Instead she licked her lips, and tried to speak, but nothing came out. It took a few more tries before she was able to speak, "Why are you doing this...Morris?"

Damnit! She thought, her voice was more shaky than she wanted it. This couldn't be happening but yet, it was. She willed her mind to calm down, she took a few deep breaths, perhaps she could talk him out of this? No, she dealt with these sort of crazies from time to time. "You haven't answered me Morris... Is there a way to stop all this?"

 

[Noon_Shadow]

Morris smiled as he continued about untying her hands. He was whistling a little tune as he worked, one that was surprisingly happy sounding. It was a stark contrast to Larissa's situation and her start surroundings. He was caught up in his reverie, of imagining her begging and pleading with him eventually, that he did not her her address him at first. He finally glanced up at her as she repeated herself.

"You haven't answered me Morris... Is there a way to stop all this?"

He grinned at her as he freed her hands, holding them tightly in his grip. He felt her hands struggling slightly, but he had all the leverage in the world on her, plus his greater size and strength of frame. There was little chance of her freeing herself at this point. "Oh, stop this? But why would I want to stop? We're just getting started. For example.." He laughed cruelly, and then he began lifting her arms up over her head, holding them, keeping them restrained with one hand. He then reached around behind her, feeling for the zipper securing her sports bra.

He fought with her as she resisted, but he easily slid it down, loosing the bra, and then quickly peeled it off of her, over her head and free of her arms, then tossed it aside, baring her breasts to the cool air of the basement.

He stepped around, bringing his arms around in front of her, his fingers digging into her wrists. He places them into the stocks, the rest of her still tied down as he buckles each wrist into a strap and then tightens it down, securing her arms into place before he goes about getting the rest of her. He starts by untying the ropes that hold her knees to the chair. "You see, I'll let you go only I'm quite well and done with you." He'd managed to release her knees from the chair, so now the only thing keeping her bound to it were the ties around her ankles. He looked up at her as he began with her leg ankle, untying it.

"Don't worry, though, I believe you'll come to enjoy your time here." She was in an awkward position right now, bent forward, her head loose, her arms tied down, while here legs were still tied to a chair that her ass was still resting in. He was having to lean around underneath her stomach to untie her ankle, and he was looking up and in the opposite direction at her face, watching, not minding what her leg was doing. She could try to kick him, but she just was not in a position to do much damage if she did. So he was looking more at her face instead of her ankle.

"Of course, it might take you a while to realize that." He had her ankle loose, and he gripped it, fighting the leg, pulling until he had it against the straps on the floor to hold her ankle in place. He forced her leg into that place a quickly strapped her in, holding her still, keeping her from resisting. At this point he untied the other leg, quickly, letting it free and then kicking the chair away, lifting her to a standing position and bending her forward. He contends with the other free leg for a moment, as she resists him, and he feels her catch him with her heel on his shit. He swears, quickly, but it doesn't deter him from strapping the other leg in and then finally pushing her forward to have her completely secured in the stocks.

He then stood behind her, assessing, smiling at the position she found herself in, bent forward, legs spread, and her body secured down in this uncomfortable position, unable to move very far in any direction. "Now, how to remove these bottoms." He pressed up against her from behind, letting her feel his body against her hips, the beginnings of his arousal pressing against her ass, and then he pulled free a stiletto knife. He stepped around in front of her, releasing it, and showing her the blade. "Now you'll want to hold real still, sweetheart, or else I might just...cut you with this." As if to demonstrate, he waves the blade real suddenly, as if to slice at her ear, but he keeps from using it, laughing as he moves back around behind her....

 

[zydrate]

Everything he was doing so far was so damn slow and torturous for Larisa that she wanted to scream out in defiance! But she had a feeling that's what he liked. He wanted her to fight him, want her to be so resistant to him that he'd feel like he had all the control...

It was hard as it was now just trying not to struggle against the binds...oh how she all ready loathed him. She figured when she finally got out of this, she was going to make him pay for doing this.

But the thing was, would she get out of this? Of course... she thought to herself.

Yeah right, he had the advantage. He always did. From the moment he started to talk ot her, he had the advantage. She just wished she wasn't so stupid for talk to him, devulging information that should've never been shared...damnit!

Her mind was so busy that she had practically drowned him out but was immediately pulled back to reality when he finally looked at her.

"Now you'll want to hold real still, sweetheart, or else I might just...cut you with this."

It was then she finally eyed the knife he was using. With a narrow glare, she spoke, "Cut yourself, asshole, please?" She said, mocking him with a smile.

 

[Noon_Shadow]

Morris stood behind her now, as her body was bent forward, her fine ass arching up beneath her shorts in the perfect position, legs spread with the possibilities. He grinned down at her, licking his lips thoughtfully. One hand reached up and slid through her hair, curling it back over the device holding her in place. She didn't struggle. She was probably still in shock, still had not really emotionally absorbed her situation, was still in deep denial about her circumstances. He wondered what that was like. He had always been coldly rational, he'd quickly adapted to his circumstances wherever he was. It was why he'd been able to move around so much and still fit in successfully.This girl, this Larissa, had to be scared out of her mind, but refusing to admit. As if to confirm his thoughts, she spoke.

"Cut yourself, asshole, please?"

He chuckled at her as he ran his fingertips against her back and then against the inside of her thigh, possessively stroking her skin. He tickled her slightly, and then he laid the flat of the blade against her back, the cold steel stark against her warm skin. He knew she tried to control it, but her body shivered, reacting to the cold, and the fear. "You know, muffin, with really sharp blades, you don't even feel the cut, at first. The nerves don't register the cut. You could lose a whole finger and not realize it until you look down." He grinned and then brushed her again with the knife, and then his hips pressed against hers from behind, letting her feel the outline of his arousal pressed between her ass cheeks.

"Especially when there's adrenaline pumping through your system, your fight or flight response in full effect...it deadens pain. Though it does heighten other senses." He still held the knife, and the reached around beneath to her hanging breasts. Again he pressed the cool steel against her, just brushing the buds of her nipples. To his delight, they responded, rising as they were touched. It was mostly in response to the cold, surely, but it still pleased him. It had to be so frightening, not being able to see what he was doing from her position. She wouldn't know anything about him. There were some who were like him that collected souveneirs. For all she knew, he collected fingers or toes or nipples. He didn't, of course, he preferred whole specimens, but of course she couldn't know that.

"Oh, I bet you wish you could see. A poor position for you." Morris chuckled again and then the blade was held up against her thigh. He knelt down behind her, watching his work carefully. He didn't want to mark her up, here, certainly not yet. He expected that she would have immaculate skin, from her thighs up to her ass. He moved the tip of the blade up beneath the open leg of her shorts, and kept it moving upward. Then he twisted, slightly, and pulled, cutting a long gash in the material, sliding the blade upward. The material cut nearly silently beneath the ultra-sharp instrument, and her shorts fell to the ground as the elastic band was cut as easily as the material. He smiled-she wore a thong beneath it. Naturally enough-no need for pantie lines to show while jogging in the morning. Morris stepped back and then looked down at it admiringly.

"Well...a very fine specimen, indeed." His hand reached out to toy with the straps on each side, his fingers curling into it, and then tugging playfully. He left it in place, merely felt along the outline of her undergarment, and then, without warning, he bare-handedly spanked hard on her right ass cheek. It was quickly followed with a repeat gesture on the opposite cheek, reddening them slightly beneath his tender mercies. "I wonder if you're one of those sluts who enjoys a little pain. Well, we'll see about pushing that little envelope of yours."

Morris then slashed out, very quickly and precisely, and cut the final garment off of her. It drifted, ponderously slowly, to drop down between her spread legs on top of the ruins of her shorts, the shreds of both garments marking her defenses having been successfully carved up. He grinned at her ass once more before he steeped away, and returned clutching a broom-handle. He hefted it, twirled it, and then whipped it against her bared ass. "And now we begin."

 

[zydrate]

"And now we begin."

Larisa screamed! The initial sting of the slap from the broomstick didn't hurt at first...but the pain seemed to travel from her ass up toward her spine, a throbbing reverberating against her nerves.

Before she could even recover from the first strike, he struck her again! This time she didn't scream. She didn't even cry out. The fact that she couldn't move much made Larisa groan from the strikes!

She waited for the next strike...if there was going to be one she wasn't sure. Morris was doing something, he wasn't talk but he was whistling..the same irritating whistle he had been doing before.

What came out of Larisa's mouth surprised even her, "Stop please?" She hated how pathetic her voice sounded...