Hyde and Seek (Closed to laceandcogs)

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.

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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 approaches the lovely girl, looking sad as she sits down on one of the benches in the park, alone and looking as if all the sadness in the world is 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 looks 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 accepts and sits 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 is an attractive young lady in her late teenage years.

Out of nowhere, he summons a bright red flower in a neat magic trick and presents it to the delicate girl with a huge smile dancing on his lips. This causes a deep blush to form on her soft cheeks as she curiously accepts it wondering where this attractive, handsome and considerate stranger came from and what he wants…… As if reading her mind he quickly takes her right hand gently and plants 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 gives her a warm smile and another tender kiss is planted on her fingers as he awaits her reply.

A reply does come, but not the one he was expecting….. Her cheeks blush deep bright red as she was a very shy girl….. she forces a smile, and responds 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 hears that, his expression changes from the gentle and friendly smile, to that of a raging bull as his face turns bright red with furious anger that she can’t explain as she just leans back into her seat scared at his sudden change of expression, and backs away even more as he explodes 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 struggles 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 walks away with a threatening look on his face that says ‘we’ll meet again; your troubles with me are way from over’

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That same day he followed her to find her house, and then watched it for a few days, discovering she actually lives 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 thinks to himself as he works 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 is asleep, he goes up to her apartment and picks the lock after some effort. He then waits a little to see if the sound woke her, or anybody else.

He gets in and tiptoes around the house. Surely, at three in the morning she would be asleep as is mostly everyone else in the neighborhood. He moves around the house, knowing exactly where to go, having already sneaked in before when she was at college a few days before…. 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 scratches his head and thinks maybe she fell asleep on the couch, so he walks back into the living room and sees 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 stands over her with a wide grin thinking his plan and ‘rightful’ revenge are almost coming to fruition as he brings 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’s awake, just helpless to do anything about it. In his mind that makes the whole thing that much more fun. The drug makes 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.

He stands over her bed, and slowly removes 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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Emily spent most nights on the couch now. The pillowcases still smelled like Regan, and the scent only sharpened the pangs of lovesickness.

The bed had also hosted The Fight. As usual, Regan had managed to Emily's top and jeans off, and his passionate kisses and hungry strokes against the damp satin of her panties had her mewling and writhing against him. Yet, as usual, she stopped him as he attempted to pull that last flimsy covering away. It just didn't feel...right, yet.

He didn't understand. He hadn't ever understood Emily's reluctance to surrender her virginity. To be fair, Emily didn't completely understand it herself- she only knew that she wanted the moment to feel "right", and whether that came before or after marriage wasn't as important as that nebulous quantity of... "rightness".

She had wondered, often, if she should chase after Regan now, if she should call him all tears and pleas and try to make it work. He was a wonderful man, she thought...she hoped. Emily wasn't entirely sure she knew what wonderful men would be like. Her father was the only man Emily had ever had to measure against, and he had had his share of issues. Like the way he held her mother's desertion against Emily, more and more every year as she grew to look like the sultry, Japanese beauty who'd found marriage and a kid too restricting, and left both behind to start a carefree new life in New Mexico. Or the way he made Emily work so hard for even a scrap of praise, pushing her far across the border between "sweet girl" and "desperate people-pleaser".

Or, she sometimes thought a little too bitterly, the way he left everything to her mother, even after all these years, all this hurt and carelessness- loving that memory of their marriage more than he ever loved the child that came of it.

Of course, Emily was a smart girl, and a hard worker, and she did all right for herself. A little apartment in a not-too-awful neighborhood, and all the books she could desire. Her tastes in clothing and shoes were practical, though, whether she'd admit it or not, her figure could make L.L. Bean look like Prada.

She had that lovely, ripe body nature bestows so kindly- and randomly. Childhood puppy fat had shifted into gorgeous breasts and a full, round ass. Gawky legs took on a lean, long silhouette, though Emily would never stand more than five foot one. Her creamy skin and exotic eyes, made all the more unique by combining her mother's shape and her father's bright blue color, paired gorgeously with thick, dark hair and a delicate chin. If she was a bit more outgoing, a bit more sensual, Emily would be a stunner.

Instead, she was simply....Emily. Too shy, too eager to please, too modest. Eternally surprised by the pick-up lines and male admirers. Like that one who had so frightened her in the park. He was handsome, of course, almost too much so, and he'd had a confident manner- but the anger, the way he'd looked at her after she'd turned him down- oh, it was still enough to make her shrink! Of course, she'd altered her routine and avoided the park, and it seemed to be enough- she hadn't seen him, hadn't thought of him, since.

And so, when she feels that soft touch on her face, the echoes of a masculine voice tugging at the edges of her sleep, she assumes it's Regan. Those beautiful, exotic eyes slowly flutter open, her lips hinting at a smile. It bothers her that he's here, somehow, without keys, and that he sounds a little different, and... and...

And that's not Regan.

His face lights up with a bright evil smirk that she can’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 quickly moves his hand to her chin forcing her jaw open while she is still trying to open her eyes and figure out what’s going on….. Of course he had no intention of giving her that kind of luxury as his other hand forces the drug-soaked cloth into her waiting mouth and then wrapping the loose ends around her head.

Quickly, he jumps on the sofa straddling her as he grabs her hands to prevent her from removing the gag "Yo cutie. I am tonight's entertainment" .... He grins as he pins her arms to either side of her head. His heart racing and his mind lighting up with the possibility that his plan might very well come to fruition this night.

He waits the few moments for the drug to take full effect and then he leans in and starts 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 party together, just you and me" .... He grins and looks 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 notices her already-weak resistance getting ever weaker and weaker and at best being entertaining and arousing to him, so he sits by her side in the large sofa and his hands shoot to grab her delicate wrists, pulling them together tightly, and holding them both in one large hand……. He then pulls them over her head where he holds on tight to them to make sure she doesn’t bother him as he toys with her.

His other hand moves to her chest to cup one of her breasts through the material of her T-shirt and bra. His expression instantly changes to one of extreme satisfaction "ooooh so tender. I have so long dreamt of this moment, and now you are MINE" .... He stresses the word ‘mine’ almost talking in a loud voice…. He then pauses 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 stays silent while staring into her deep angelic eyes and then leans close wrapping his lips around her ear and bites down gently with a deep whisper "forever......."

He keeps listening to check if someone might have heard him……. Every moment bringing relaxation as he thinks things are going really well so far.

The bitter taste of the drug twists Emily's pretty features, and she draws in breath to scream. Of course, that only hastens the effects, and she finds her scream softening into a moan- a moan that still conveys her terror at this insane moment, this masked man holding her so possessively, so sexually. She arches against him, the panicked flow of adrenaline fighting the effects of the drug, her strength sapped moment by moment.

Wide, fever-bright eyes fix on the mask, as if she could see him if she only tried hard enough. It wouldn't help to know who this is, but it is the only logical point upon which Emily's mind can fix. If it's Regan, if only it's Regan... No. No, it's not Regan, and Emily knows this, but she can't let that hope die just yet.

Another soft, fluttering moan escapes around the gag as Mike's hand closes over her breast. She can feel his hunger, the shiver of thrill in him as he grips her, the threat and the promise wrapped up in it. It hits Emily like a fist, to realize, suddenly, that the virginity she lost her boyfriend to protect is going to be lost to this animal, this masked lunatic. The realization unfastens her mind, ruthlessly severing her connection to reality, even as her body's fight redoubles.

Yet now the drug is entrenched in her system, and even her most panic-powered kicks and wrenches are muted unto laughability. She can tell they arouse him, feeling the heat of his voice as he whispers into her ear. One soft word, muffled by the gag, a last hand reaching across the void of fear and despair, a lifeboat that never even meets the sea of distance between predator and prey...

"Please..."

The lunatic inside him was feasting on her moans and whimpers as she tried so hard to resist, 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.

He gives her breast one more grope through the soft fabric of her top and then moves his hand further down very slowly grabbing her ribs and her starts 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"…….. His voice and his words were in no way trying to comfort her. The intended effect was the total opposite, he wanted her scared, he wanted her frightened and he wanted terrified to death.

Like most other girls, she certainly has a ticklish body….. He enjoys her squirming and laughs and smirks as he realizes she is 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 releases 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 keeps holding her wrists together tightly over her head with his strong hand and then he turns her around, forcing her to lay face down "Now I know the amazing drug I put on the cloth is making you weak” …….He pauses for a minute and then continues..... “Remind me to thank my dear friend Bob for it by the way!!!!"

He laughs and then realizes it’s past midnight and someone might just hear this commotion he was making, and that would mean trouble, so he grins and starts to whisper "However, it doesn't last long, and I can't exactly drag you out of here. 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 that, I will carry you out of here" He pauses for a short moment and pokes her again "See how nice I am? I don't want you to use those cute little feet of yours except to pleasure me"

Emily's breath comes quickly as Mike turns her onto her stomach, and she would love nothing more than to kick him. However, she feels the lax, lazy muscles in her legs, and knows she'd only hurt herself. Still, she can't just let him take her away- he has a place, he has plans, this is something much bigger than she imagined...as if what she imagined isn't terrible enough.

Suppressing a moan of terror, Emily tries to pull her knees up under her. The door is so close, and if she made enough of a fuss, enough noise, someone might come. Or someone might not. This is a neighborhood of people used to minding their own business, and ignoring screams. She can't let him tie her up, she can't, she can't...she won't.


So she waits, storing all the energy she can, hoping at least that when he gets up to tie her wrists she can throw herself to the floor. A good "thunk" might get some attention, especially if she could scream- but the gag is so tight, and she feels so helpless...

He leans down and plants a kiss at the small area of exposed skin on her upper back as he notices her quickening breath "relax my dear. The more you resist, the harder this becomes" ... He notices her trying to lift her knees in preparation for an escape attempt…… He chuckles and slaps the back of her knees forcing her back down…… “To make sure you don’t try something silly, I am gonna have to do something I didn’t want to do as it might hurt you, and I don’t want to hurt you”………. He pauses for a long moment and then whispers…….. “yet”

As he says that, he sits on the back of her thighs, forcing her to stay down with his weight. When he makes sure whatever she was planning is now not possible, he twists her arms behind her back, crossing her delicate wrists at the small of her back, and then locks a pair of tight leather cuffs around them forcing her to keep her wrists where he wants them.

He pats her wrists playfully after securing them "I am not a big fan of those kind of cuffs, but they are practical when you need to restrain a girl relatively quickly. Don't worry though, when we get home, I'll tie you up properly. Again I promise you that much, you won't, or more like can't, be disappointed" …… He grins as he says that, wanting her situation to sink in, she is helpless and she is totally under his control and mercy, and he wasn’t planning to spare her any.

When he’s done restraining her wrists and teasing her, he gets up, keeps her laying face down and moves to her feet, easily taking hold of her slender ankles, pulling the jeans up a little to expose her socks, and he locks another pair of leather cuffs around them.

He stands up looking over his captive and nods to himself in approval, a lovely young girl is laying there gagged and restrained for his pleasure. He nods a couple times admiring his handy work "Not exactly stylish, but this gets the job done. Now we get to the fun part my dear. Are you excited as much as I am little girl??" ……. As he says that, he keeps one hand on her back, so she doesn’t try trying to fall off of the sofa in an attempt to attract the attention of her neighbors.

Emily's shoulders slump in defeat- or they would, if the cuffs didn't prevent it, keeping them tensed back. The position thrusts her breasts out against the soft fabric of her shirt, and she burns to imagine the image she'll present to this bastard when he lifts her. Cheeks still alight, she closes her eyes, planning to defy him in this little way.

It doesn't hurt that now, he can't see the fear in those deep baby blues.

Determined to hold on to the minimal control she still has, Emily turns her face away from Mike. She won't give him the satisfaction of watching her face, of seeing hope slip further and further away, watching the realization of her horrifying future sink into those angelic eyes and furrow that delicate brow.

After all, she couldn't make it any worse, right? He couldn't be any angrier, any more determined to make her pay for some imagined crime... could he?

He watches as she seems to be resisting less and less, even burying her face in the sofa to avoid his gaze. He shakes his head at her silly attempts as she has absolutely no control over what happens and when it happens.

Looking at his small backpack, he rummages through it and takes out a large black bag made of jute, and he puts it on the floor, he then holds her arms and pulls her up forcing her to sit up on the sofa, her feet dangling to the side "Sorry my girl, couldn't find a cleaner bag, so I guess I am gonna have to wash you up when we get to my place. Just bear with the smell for now and probably whatever else is in the bag. Its not a very long ride sweetheart, but I am sure it won’t be pleasant" ... He chuckles as he readies the bag to put it over her small body knowing there is nothing inside it, only some dust, but he wanted her to be scared of what could probably be in, insects or the like.

As he looks closer at her, he can see the fear in her deep blue eyes; he can also see the flushing in her cheeks. Whether this flushing is the result of humiliation, fear or anything else is not his concern, he just liked the look in her angelic eyes and cute features.

Before she could do much, he slowly puts the bag over her head, her small struggles not doing much to deter him. His hands move over her shoulders, taking way too long while pulling the bag over her upper body than he actually needs to. He was enjoying her struggles, weak as they may, they did make her look more cute and vulnerable.

He doesn't really care about her weak struggles "calm down damn it! I could have knocked you unconscious but this is way more fun" He reaches down and grabs her ankles, forcing her to lay back down on the sofa.

He lifts her hips up and quickly pulls the bag down around her thighs and down till it reaches her feet. He then wraps some rope around the end of the bag, tying it really tight and securely, completely sealing her in the darkness and dampness of the dirty bag, even forgetting to leave a few small holes for her to breathe through.

Stretching his body in preparation to carry her to the car, he couldn't help but feel he forgot to do something, so he looks around the room and then back at her and for the life of him, he still couldn’t remember what it is, so he shrugs, picks up his small backpack and then leans over her to prepare to pick her up and take her down the stairs.