The drug continued to wear off, and Kelly began to think more clearly. This was not a dream. She was tied, wrists and ankles to each post, in a room she had never seen, whose entire ceiling was one large mirror. As she stared back at her reflection, Kelly recalled her last conscious moments. As she opened the door to her dark apartment, a strong arm had pulled her inside while the other hand had held a wet cloth over her mouth and nose. Her struggle had been short, and she vaguely recalled thinking that this would be the quick and painless end to her brief 34 years life.
Now Kelly realized that maybe a swift and painless death would have been a blessing. Being tied naked to this bed, in a strange house, waiting for whatever monster had drugged and kidnapped her, she could only imagine the worst nightmares soon to become a reality. As she struggled fruitlessly against her bindings, tears welled up in her eyes and she began to cry softly. Despite her fear, and her nakedness, Kelly realized she was actually very warm and knew her abductor must have turned the heat high to keep her from freezing. Why would he care, she thought.
After hours of lying in fear, and the last light of the late afternoon barely illuminating her room, Kelly jumped with shock as she saw the doorknob turn, and then slowly a man entered, carefully closing the door behind him, and then walking slowly to the end of the bed. He was tall, and dressed in black jeans and black tee shirt, Kelly could clearly see how powerfully built he was. Lean, but hard muscles strained against the fabric of both his pants and shirt, and his arms rippled with muscles and veins. His head was covered with a black hood, but though it she could see a full mouth and deep emerald eyes that never left her face. Neither said a word for a full five minutes.
“Why are you doing this?” Kelly finally managed to whisper. “Why me?”
The tall stranger gave no answer, just moved casually around the end of the bed, and then slowly sat on one side, next to her hip. Kelly’s heart raced, and again she pulled vainly against her tied wrists. And then, finally breaking out of her paralyzing silence, she screamed at the top of her lungs, “HELLLLLLP ME PLEEEEEEESE! The stranger never moved, waiting while her long scream echoed off the walls and finally died in soft, racking sobs.
“You may continue to scream if you like, Kelly”, the stranger finally spoke in a quiet, deep voice, “but, other than making my ears slightly uncomfortable, and your throat extremely sore, there really is no purpose in your doing this. We are in a house on a lake that is 23 miles from the next inhabited property. We really are truly alone. But, you do not need to scream, or even cry, for fear of any harm that I might cause you. I will cause you none. Your greatest fear, sweet Kelly, is that I might die of a sudden heart attack, leaving you alone here with no one to feed or care for you. Let’s both pray that doesn’t happen”.
His soft voice and words did little to ease her fears. “Who are you?” Kelly managed between sobs, “And why am I here .... like this?”
“Who am I?” he whispered, now letting his intense eyes casually roam over Kelly’s nakedness. Despite the heat of the room, she felt bumps raise over every inch of the skin his eyes swept past. “There will be plenty of time for us to talk ...reminisce, if you will. In time, you will have this answer and more. But now, I’m tired of talking. I’d rather let my hands and fingers talk awhile.”
Slowly he raised his hand to Kelly’s face and lightly ran his fingertips through her hair, then over her brow, and softly down her cheeks. She pulled her head to the side, and he lightly traced one finger over her top lip...then bottom lip. Kelly snapped her head back to avoid the touch, partly because the intimate gesture offended her, and partly because his soft touch tickled her sensitive lip. None of her avoidance bothered him in the least. He continued to run his fingertips, and then backs of fingernails, lightly over her face, lips, and then neck. Her neck was quickly tiring from moving her head away from each stroke, and as the stranger patiently continued his unhurried caresses, Kelly gradually relaxed and soon lay still, allowing every touch to go unimpeded. She tensed again as his fingers traveled lightly from her neck, over her shoulders, and up her arm. Shivers ran through her body, and she involuntarily jerked when his fingers found the sensitive area up the inside of her arm. He continued running his fingertips over her hand and palm, and Kelly turned her head away, still not uttering a word to encourage him...or to incur his wrath. When his hand moved back down the inside of her forearm, and then very lightly over her stretched biceps to her underarm, Kelly bit down on her lip to stifle her gasp. Despite the dangerous position she was in, this feathery touch just was tickling her too much. Her rational mind screamed for help, but her body’s reflexes could not know her fear. The stranger’s soft fingers moved down her armpit, and lightly over the sides of her voluptuous breasts, and again Kelly’s sensitive skin signaled in voluntary spasms, and she felt her nipples stiffen in their response. She felt ashamed, but also, again, her own sensuous body could not be denied its natural responses, and Kelly felt her blush suffuse her whole upper torso as the stranger stared openly at her nipples as they grew with each caress....
(to be continued)
