Complete Ownership (closed)

[StylusMaximus]

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The man strode briskly down the sidewalk, paying little attention to the people he passed along the path. He almost always took the same route home from the office and he almost never noticed anyone along his way. Tonight, however, as he waited for the light at First and Union, he happened to glance to his right. To his right was the Sweet Surrender Ice Cream Shop, and inside the Sweet Surrender Ice Cream Shop was a girl with a perfect ass.

He smiled briefly, then walked to the entrance and entered the Sweet Surrender. A bell jangled quietly when he pushed open the door, but the girl with the perfect ass didn't turn around. She was obviously focused on the dozens of different ice cream flavors in front of her and little else.

The man stepped to the counter and a fresh-faced high school girl with freckles and big tits bounced over to greet him.

"How may I serve you tonight, sir?" she said with a smile.

The man smiled back and let his eyes wander down her body. She wasn't wearing a bra and he could see the outline of her nipples poking out against the fabric of her work uniform.

"Two scoops of Dirty Vanilla in a cone, pretty lady," he said, and she giggled and began making his ice cream.

He looked at the girl with the perfect ass again. It looked just as perfect from this angle. She had obviously just finished working out and had apparently come straight from the gym to the ice cream shop. Hair pulled back into a pony tail, athletic top over a sports bra, tight black yoga pants and little white shoes.

She hadn't looked at him, or at anything else, for that matter. All of her attention remained on the multicolored vats of ice cream in front of her. Her brow furrowed slightly and she absently bit her bottom lip as she looked back and forth at all those different flavors. As she looked, she slowly shifted her weight back and forth from one foot to the other. The man felt a tingle in his balls.

He stepped close to her and chuckled softly. "Trouble making up your mind?" he said, showing her his friendliest smile.

Just then, the girl with the big tits came back with his ice cream. "Ah, thank you very much, sweetheart," he said. "While you're here, let's go ahead and make another double Dirty Vanilla for the young lady here, or I'm afraid she might be here all night."

Now the girl with the perfect ass turned to look at him.

 

[kaitlyn_sun]

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Katy idly folder her arms across the chest, trying her best to decide. This wasn’t just a normal, everyday ice cream cone. This was the very first day of what was going to be a very special summer, and she planned to make a celebration of it.

She had just finished her sophomore year of college, and while that usually meant going home to her parents, working as a waitress, and trying to save money, this year was going to be very different. Her parents had planned an epic three month international tour; flying to europe, sightseeing across the continent, and then flying to Miami where they would get on a cruise down to the bahamas. She had expected that she would just be home and have the house to herself, they had decided to surprise her with one of the best gifts she had ever gotten: They had paid her rent for the entire summer.

With their help, she had saved enough to cover her living expenses for the next four months. Everything was paid up and she didn’t have to worry about a thing; she didn’t have to find a job, didn’t have to go home, she could stay in the city and focus on her very first novel. Of course, she was still going to go to the gym, and go out sometimes to visit with some of her friends from school; but she had every expectation of actually having a completed manuscript by the time school started again.

Still, as she stared into the frozen glass case, she found that the options were a little too broad. She had a real taste for black cherry, but it didn’t look like they had propper black cherry, just cherry vanilla. Maybe rum rasin? She never considered rum rasin on first glance, but always loved it whenever she gave it a chance. She bit her lip, contemplating; what would a cone with rum rasin and cherry vanilla together taste like?

"Trouble making up your mind?"

She looked up with a friendly smile, her eyes brightening when she realized someone was talking to her. He was an older guy… a VERY handsome older guy, and he had a wonderfully inviting smile. She nodded, agreeing. “I really am! I’m so bad at this!” She said with a grin.

The girl behind the counter came back, passing the good-looking guy a cone. He reached over the counter to take it, and nodded toward HER. "While you're here, let's go ahead and make another double Dirty Vanilla for the young lady here, or I'm afraid she might be here all night."

It took Katy a second to realize that he was actually picking out her cone for her. She looked between the for a second, and then laughed. “Oh… no no… thank you! Really! But I’m still deciding!” She said, looking at him with genuine gratitude. “That’s VERY sweet of you to offer, though!”

 

[StylusMaximus]

The man smiled warmly. The girl with the perfect ass was absolutely adorable. She wasn't the kind of stunning beauty that would cause traffic accidents, but rather a fresh, wholesome, All-American kind of cute, even without any makeup. From what he could tell, her tits were on the small side, an A or B cup, which suited him just fine. Most of the smaller-chested women he had fucked had extremely sensitive nipples. He looked forward to finding out if that theory held true.

But her best feature -- other than that tight little rear end, of course -- had to be her big, beautiful smile. He had only known her for a few moments and he was already in love with her smile. For just a moment, he imagined those full red lips wrapped around his cock as he fucked her mouth, and his dick twitched in his pants.

He held eye contact with her. "Nonsense," he said cheerfully. "You're a Dirty Vanilla girl all the way. Now here, you take this one" -- he held out his cone to her -- "and go have a seat at that table."

She had already resisted him once. Would she do it again? She didn't know it, but her decisions and actions in these next few moments would greatly affect her future. He had already decided to take her, which meant that he would take her. But would it be the easy way, or the hard way? He truly couldn't tell.

In one smooth motion, almost like a pirouette, he stepped behind her and placed his hand on the small of her back, just above the top of her yoga pants. Gently but firmly, he turned her away from the counter and pushed her toward an empty 2-top just a few feet away.

She looked back at him with a curious, confused look on her face.

He chuckled to himself. I'll bet none of these college boys ever tell you what to do, do they? he thought. Well, things are about to change for you, Cutie.

"You'd better lick before it starts dripping," he said with a twinkle in his eye. "After I get my cone, I'll join you and we can get to know each other a little better," he said, still smiling. He took his hand from her back and patted her gently on the bottom, never taking his eyes off hers.

 

[kaitlyn_sun]

"Nonsense, you're a Dirty Vanilla girl all the way. Now here, you take this one and go have a seat at that table."

He actually handed her the cone, and before she even knew what she was doing, she had actually taken it from her. It happened almost without her meaning to, that constant need to make people around her happy. It crept up in her life all the time, and she was only recently realizing that it really opened her up to be walked over by people. As mush as she wanted everyone to like her, she had to learn how to put her foot down sometimes...

She took too long to come up with a reaction, though, because he was suddenly placing his hand on her back, and turning her toward one of the tables. She could feel the firmness of the palm of his hand against the naked skin between her shirt and pants. From this close, she realized that he was actually VERY handsome… and that he had a smell that instantly caught her attention. It struck her for a moment, leaving her a little dazed by the uniqueness… something immediately masculine, bold and intelligent... lavender, amber, sandalwood, vanilla… something else...

"You'd better lick before it starts dripping,"

She blinked, realizing he was still directing her toward the table. She took a breath, clearing her senses, embarrassed that she had allowed herself to be dazed by him, and resenting his familiarity with her. He was a total stranger!

As his hand slipped from her back and patted her bottom, she furrowed her brow, the decision on how she felt about this suddenly very clear. She turned right back around and held the cone out to the girl behind the counter. “I said I didn’t WANT it.” She said, grabbing several napkins from the dispenser beside the register and wiping off her hands. “I thought I was VERY nice about it.” She realized her voice was rising, but she was nervous, and operating largely on adrenaline. “You should learn how to take rejection better!” She said loudly, pointing at him accusingly.

Whoa boy. Way to make a scene, she thought. She looked around, realizing that people were looking at her, and blushed hotly. She reached up to push her hair back behind her ear, lowered her head, and quickly turned and left Sweet Surrender completely.

She walked much quicker than she needed to, trying to put good amount of distance between herself and her embarrassment. She had overreacted, she knew it, and now she felt utterly mortified. Any thoughts she might have had about getting ice cream were gone; She just wanted to get home.

Idly, she realized that she was still trying to remember his smell...

 

[StylusMaximus]

The man instantly got his answer when he patted the girl on her perfect ass. She spun away from him quickly and fixed him with a furious gaze.

I guess we'll do it the hard way, he thought.

"I said I didn't WANT it," she said forcefully, handing the ice cream back to the girl behind the counter.

The man held her stare with a little smirk on his face.

Well that's interesting, she didn't say "get your hand off my ass," he thought to himself. She just said she didn't want the ice cream. I wonder why?

He continued to watch her casually as she stood there, obviously furious, obviously contemplating what to say next.

"I thought I was VERY nice about it," she said, stammering a bit. "You should learn how to take rejection better!"

Again, no mention of what he'd really done to cause the outburst... and with that, she turned and stormed out of Sweet Surrender. The man watched her perfect ass as she went.

He realized that the ice cream shop employees and customers were all staring at him. He chuckled to himself. "Sorry folks, she's from out of town," he said with a big smile. That broke the tension in the room. He took a $20 bill from his front pants pocket and handed it to the girl with the big tits.

"Sorry about the ruckus, darling," he said. She giggled again as she took the money, then held the ice cream cone out to him.

"No thanks, sweetie," he said, winking at her, "I'd better get going." He left Sweet Surrender the way he had come in, out through the same door the girl with the perfect ass had exited just a moment earlier.

The man hadn't seen which way the girl had gone, but he had a pretty good idea. Back to his left was the high-end residential district he lived in, and the only people who could afford those apartments were downtown professionals and trust fund babies.

The girl with the perfect ass didn't look like a trust fund baby to him, so he turned right and made his way down Union Street. The housing along here was nice, affordable, and within walking distance of campus, and lots of students lived in this neighborhood year round.

From here, the man could see a long way down Union Street but he couldn't see the girl, so he ducked down the first side street he came to. It was getting dark, but he got lucky -- he saw the girl's bright white shoes as she climbed the stairs to a brownstone, just about a block ahead of him. He moved closer to her apartment but stayed in the shadows for several minutes, wanting to make sure she was in for the night. In a moment, he saw an interior light click on in a third story apartment facing the street.

The man waited patiently and then waited some more. No one went into or came out of the girl's apartment building. After a few more minutes, he walked briskly to the entrance, bounded up the steps, and checked the entry way for mailboxes or other clues. After a moment, he saw the doorbell fixture by the main door, six plain buttons in a vertical column, each with a printed label beside it. The man read:

1A - Jessica Smith
1B - Heather Willis
2A - Dennis and Mary Baines
2B - Andrew Davis
3A - Katy Reynolds
3B - John Branch​

He looked up at the lighted window directly above him on the third floor.

"It was nice to meet you, Katy Reynolds," he said to himself. "I'm looking forward to seeing you again real soon."

 

[kaitlyn_sun]

Katy dropped her keys on the kitchen counter, closing her front door. She flipped on the lights, looking around her small apartment, exhaling in frustration. Her encounter in Sweet Surrender had rattled her, and what was meant to be a fun celebratory evening was more or less ruined.

She reached up and pulled her hair out of her ponytail as she walked through the small living room and into her bedroom, running her hands through her hair. She took out her phone and plugged it in, kicked off her shoes, and pulled her socks off and tossed them into her hamper. She looked at herself in the mirror for a moment. She had been out at the gym, and always spent a few moments looking at herself afterward. She reached to her sides and pulled her workout top and sports bra up over her head, tossing them into her hamper, and then tugging down her yoga pants and panties. She turned, examining the contour of her body, her tight little tummy, her round little butt… she slid her hand up and cupped her breasts…

She smiled, turning into the bathroom, turning on her shower. Yea, she looked pretty good. She was going to try to really focus on her workouts this summer. She slipped into the water, gasping a bit as she let it run over her face. She adjusted the temperature a bit, tuning, letting it flow over her naked skin… Her frustration over the scene in the ice cream parlor forgotten.

She took a deep breath, reaching up and taking down the massaging shower head. Maybe she could still celebrate a little tonight after all.

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The sun was still rising, but she was already getting ready to start her day. She had woken up early; well rested and excited to begin her summer. She took a much less exciting shower than the one last night, brushed her teeth, out on some very light, simple makeup, and put together a very cute outfit; some high-belted denim shorts, a white tank top, and an unbuttoned light blue men’s shirt with the sleeves rolled up. She put on a long statement necklace, a light tan fedora, and her favorite light brown sneakers. She put her phone and keys in a small shoulder purse, and stepped out of her apartment; She would walk a few blocks over to a small coffee shop, set up her tablet, and start working on her novel.

The weather outside was gorgeous. She smiled, putting on her sunglasses. This was going to be her best summer ever.

 

[StylusMaximus]

The man waited until Katy's light went out, then walked briskly back the way he came. At the drug store across the street from Sweet Surrender, he bought a prepaid cell phone with cash, then continued walking on Union across First Street. As he walked, he dialed a number and held the phone to his ear. In a moment, the line clicked and he heard a pleasant woman's voice.

"Good evening, Executive Services," she said.

"I'd like to place an order," he said.

"Certainly, sir. May I have your customer number?'

"Foxtrot, one, bravo, two, echo, three."

"One moment, please."

After a brief silence, the woman's voice returned.

"Go ahead, sir," she said.

"Last name Reynolds, common spelling," the man said. "First name Katy, first letter Kilo. 34 Water Street, just east of Union, Central City."

"Copy. Timeline?"

"Sunrise tomorrow."

"Copy. Code?"

The man smiled just a bit. "Ice cream," he said.

"Copy," the woman said. The line went dead.

The man snapped the burner phone in half and tossed the pieces into a trash can. He walked the few remaining blocks to his apartment and went inside.

*****

The man's alarm sounded at 5:00 the next morning. He shaved, showered, and dressed in a white oxford shirt and dark dress slacks. It was still pitch black when he left his apartment building and began the short walk toward Katy's apartment.

As he turned right off Union onto Water Street, he stayed on the sidewalk across the street from Katy's. He was surprised to see light streaming from her third floor window, even though it was not yet 6 a.m. The dark of night was just beginning to fade and fingers of light slowly stretched across the sky. The man waited.

Moments later, he saw another man walking toward him on the sidewalk. He was short and stocky, with a ruddy face and black horn-rimmed glasses balanced on a wide nose. He was wearing a navy blue jumpsuit with "Master Plumbers" written in script over his left breast pocket. He smiled as he stopped to speak.

"Excuse me, sir, are you Mr. Jones?" he said.

"No, I'm afraid not," the man replied.

"Well, shoot. I think I'm lost. Do you know where the Union Station Apartments are? I'm out on an emergency toilet overflow call."

"Sure," the man said. "You go down here to Union, then take a left, go past the ice cream shop, and it's a couple more blocks down."

The plumber nodded. "Great! Thanks, sir." He held out his hand and as the two men shook, the plumber passed a small flash drive to the man, who slipped it into his pocket.

"Have a nice day," the plumber said, and walked off toward Union Street.

"You too," the man said. He drifted back into the shadows and watched the light in Katy's third floor window. He waited.

It wasn't more than 20 minutes later when the light flicked off, and moments later, Katy emerged onto the street and turned right. He watched her walk to Union, turn right again, and disappear from sight.

Where is she going at 7 a.m. on a Saturday? he wondered. He shook his head. It really didn't matter.

Less than a minute later, he saw the plumber appear from around the nearest corner on Katy's side of the street. He walked quickly but did not appear to be in a hurry. He climbed up the steps of Katy's apartment, paused for four or five seconds at the main door, then opened it and slipped inside.

The man waited ten minutes by his watch, then crossed the street to Katy's building. There was no one on the street. At the top of the walkup stairs, the main entrance door was just slightly ajar. He pushed it open, then quietly climbed the stairs to the third floor. To his left was apartment 3A. He pushed gently on the door and it swung open into Katy's apartment.

The plumber in the living room. He looked up, nodded, and went back to his work. The man walked over to the small kitchen, opened the refrigerator door, and took a bottle of water. Then he crossed to the only bedroom and walked in. The bed was unmade but other than that, the room was fairly tidy.

The man sat down on Katy's bed, leaned back on Katy's headboard, took a drink from Katy's water bottle, and waited for Katy to come home.

 

[kaitlyn_sun]

Deja Brew was Katy’s favorite coffee shop. She discovered it her very first time in the city, when she had come here to explore the campus while she was still in high school. It was quiet and unassuming, not filled with hipsters. The tables were small, made of greet wrought iron, with comfy wicker chairs that you COULD sit back in, but that seemed to want you to sit up, and engage with people. They served the normal spectrum of frappuccinos and macchiatos with caramel drizzle and the always omnipresent pumpkin spice, but what really brought Katy back here morning after morning was the tea. They had a wonderful selection of teas from all over the world, and she had made it her mission to try every one of them until she had found her baby. A Silver Needle Yinshen with Jasmine, a round ball of dried tea that unfurled slowly in her mug like a blossom, light and aromatic… she could sip happily from a single mug all morning. They already knew to prepare it when she came in. She ordered a hot croissant with butter, found her favorite table, set up her tablet on the table with the keypad, and began writing.

She had a good amount of prewriting already done. She knew all about her main character, the adventurous daughter of a senator setting out on a road trip despite her father’s wishes along with her two best friends, on an extended journey of self discovery that gets swept up in a twisted and winding labyrinth of seedy characters leading her on an adventure all across the country. She knew so much about all the various experiences her characters would experience, but was still unclear on how they tied together and exactly how it would resolve. She wasn’t so worried about the climax; she didn’t want to tie herself down to any one resolution before she really knew what sort of shape the story would take, lest she be unopen to new possible destinations as it evolved. What she was more interested in is the larger world. The circumstances the various supporting characters found themselves in that led her heroine down her path. She slid the stylus from the side of the tablet, and quickly sketched out the various characters with a web indicating how they connected to each other, and then set to work writing out each of their motivations. From there, she began a list of the specific journeys each of them would undertake, using the stylus to draw lines when those paths intersected.

She sipped her tea, and realized that her blossom was wide open. She had been sitting for quite some time. She looked up, realizing that a nearby table was now occupied. The guy that sat there wasn’t someone she recognized, but she immediately liked him. He wore a clean white linen shirt with the sleeves rolled up, light salmon shorts, and grey boating shoes, but rather than looking preppie, he managed to seem scruffy and likable, like he might be wearing flannel if the weather was colder. He has a unkempt five o’clock shadow, and a ruffled mat of hair that seemed naturally clean and fluffy, like a puppy you wanted to pet. His eyes were a sparkling green, and Katy realized, all at once, that he was looking at her. She blinked, and he smiled, showing cute little dimples.

“I said, are you using your honey?”

She cleared her throat. “Oh! Oh sorry… no!” She said, fumbling a bit, finding the small honey bear on her table. She read the label, then held it out. “It’s their wildflower honey… they have clover around here somewhere.”

The guy took it, reading the label himself before he looked back up at her. “You come here often?”

“What?”

He tipped the bear over his spoon, measuring the honey he put into his mug. “Well, you know the honey selection…” He said, setting the bear on his table and stirring his mug gently as he nodded at her tablet. “And you’ve got quite a little set up over there.”

She looked down at her table, smiling a bit. “I guess I do….” for a moment, the guy from the Sweet Surrender last night crossed her mind, but as she looked up at the handsome guy at the next table, she knew she couldn’t go around thinking every guy was a creep that wanted to grope her. She smiled, recrossing her legs under the table. “Do YOU come here often?”

She had a lovely conversation with the guy… his name was Brian, and he lived in town but had never been to Deja Brew before, just driven past it on his way to work. He was in real estate, but he had a few days off, and was planning on catching a movie later. It was one she had been meaning to see… but she declined his invitation to join her. She had to work on her book, after all. Still, she happily exchanged numbers with him. He promised not to spoil the movie for her.

Once her conversation with her new friend ended, she was left with a giddy feeling of possibility. She continued writing, unable to keep from smiling at the thought of all the adventures she was going to have.

A few hours slipped by, and she ordered a second cup of tea and a cucumber sandwich. She started a rough synopsis of the novel, and an even rougher outline. It all felt very doable, and she was getting really excited about some of the twists the story seemed to be taking right under her nose. One of the best feelings she ever got was when a character seemed to take off and live a life of it’s own, and several of her supporting characters were already dictating to HER what they were meant to do.

Eventually, she knew she had to take a breather. It had been a really good day, but it was important to let the story breath, and to take some time away and give herself some perspective. She paid, closed up her tablet, and started back home. It was still early afternoon. She wondered idly if Brian was done with his movie… but she knew it would make her look like a crazy person to call him. She hated that, that she had to play some sort of weird guessing game before she was able to talk to a guy she was interested in, but that was just the way it was. No, she’s have to wait for a bit. In the meantime, she definitely wanted to go to the gym. She was determined to really focus on her workouts all summer, and the best way she could think of to gain some mental perspective on a day spend writing is to work up a good sweat.

She unlocked her building’s front door, and went up the three flights of stairs to her walk-up. She unlocked the door, dropping her keys on the kitchen counter, taking off her sunglasses and fedora, and crossed through the kitchen, through the tiny living room, through her bedroom doorway…

And froze.

 

[StylusMaximus]

When Katy walked into her bedroom and saw him, she froze. Her eyes opened wide with recognition and confusion.

"Katy, my dear, I think we got off on the wrong foot last night," he said calmly. "I just wanted to talk with you, you know, get to know you a little better--"

And suddenly the plumber grabbed Katy from behind, a gloved hand clapped over her mouth, his other arm tight around her neck. The man watched as the plumber expertly squeezed his biceps tighter, cutting off the blood flow to her brain without constricting her airway. Katy struggled silently for a moment but in a matter of four or five seconds, she was unconscious.

The plumber picked her up and lay her gently on the bed next to the man. He stood up, reached into a small pocket, and retrieved a syringe. He uncapped it, pointed the needle to the ceiling, tapped the syringe to clear the air bubbles, then pushed the needle into Katy's jugular vein and pressed the plunger. He recapped the syringe and placed it back in his pocket, then held two fingers against Katy's wrist for several seconds.

"She's fine," the plumber said to the man. "She'll be out for 12-16 hours."

The man nodded, watching her chest rise and fall. "Good."

The plumber waited for a moment. "Do you need transport?"

The man looked up. "No, thank you."

The plumber smiled. "Very well, sir," he said. A moment later he was gone.

The man looked at the beautiful young woman next to him and smiled. In a moment, he drifted off to sleep next to her.

*****

When the man woke up, he checked Katy's pulse again and nodded. He opened Katy's tablet and plugged in the flash drive, then began reading the files one by one. At one point, he grinned and looked over at her.

"Oh, Katy, you have a dirty little mind, don't you?" he said, chuckling. "That's good to know."

The man unzipped his pants and pulled out his cock, then stroked it slowly while he looked at some of the videos on Katy's tablet. He looked over at Katy while he played with his dick, her beautiful face, her sweet little mouth. His cock twitched and grew hard in his hand, rising until it was almost flat against his belly.

Then he stopped. "Not yet, Katy," he said, tucking his penis back into his pants. "Not yet."

At 1:30 a.m., he checked the front window. The street was empty and the nearest streetlight was several houses down. He crossed to Katy's front door and listened. He could hear nothing from the other apartments in her building.

He pulled a cell phone from his pocket and dialed a number, then waited.

"I need you to bring the car and come get me," he said. "34 Water Street, just east of Union. Twenty minutes."

He ended the call, then looked at Katy again. He walked across the small apartment to the kitchen and took Katy's keys, sunglasses and the little hat she was wearing when she came in. He pocketed the keys as he walked back to the bedroom, then sat beside her on the bed.

The man carefully placed the sunglasses over her eyes, then raised her to a sitting position and placed the hat on her head. He put her arm around his shoulders and then picked her up in his arms. Her head lolled against his chest. He carried her rather easily into the living room -- she was petite and he was strong -- and again waited at the door. Still no sound. He opened the door, carried Katy out into the hallway, and pulled the door closed behind him, then quietly carried her down the two flights of stairs to the street. There were a couple of obviously drunk college kids half a block away on the other side of the street, making a lot of noise as they staggered toward them.

The man lowered Katy's feet to the ground but kept holding her up, as if she were standing on her own. He looked to his left and saw a yellow car coming up the street toward them. He made an exaggerated waving noise toward the car, yelled, "TAXSHEE!" in a slurred voice, then stumbled drunkenly toward the street with Katy beside him, her toes dragging along the pavement. The cab pulled up beside him and stopped. He opened the rear passenger door and lifted Katy onto the seat, then pushed in beside her.

"Go," he said to the driver, and the cab smoothly accelerated down the street. One of the college kids on the sidewalk held up a beer bottle and yelled "WOOOOOOO!!!" as they sped past.

Ten minutes later, the cab was in the garage. The driver helped the man carry Katy from the car to the room. They set her gently on the chair and reclined it to a comfortable angle, then the driver left.

The man checked Katy again. Her pulse was steady and her breathing was regular. She might start to wake up any time. He placed her hands comfortably at her sides and secured her wrists to the chair arms, then placed her feet close together and cuffed them to the chair legs. He smoothed Katy's hair back from her face and smiled, then sat down in his chair to wait. It wouldn't be long.

 

[kaitlyn_sun]

"Katy, my dear, I think we got off on the wrong foot last night. I just wanted to talk with you, you know, get to know you a little better--"

The… the man from the ice cre…

The huge, burly arm was suddenly all she could think about. Someone huge was right behind her, filling her whole world. She tried to reach up, to grab the arm, but it felt like it was a tree branch. She tried to scream, but there was glove over her face. She tried to twist away, to kick, to stomp his instep… but he was so strong he was lifting her up into the air, the tight cords of muscle in the arm tightening, forcing her neck upward, crushing past her hands, until he was digging right into her neck. She felt her face getting red, and knew from her self defense class what was happening. She gasped pitifully into the glove, trying weekly to call for help...

*****

The air was cool on her skin. It smelled metallic. She inhaled, blinking slowly, her head throbbing. There wasn’t a lot of light. She started to lift her head, groaning at the headache… she inhaled sharply, remembering what had happened. The huge arm. She had been choked until she had passed out, cutting off the blood to her brain. A dense, throbbing rock of fear suddenly dropped into her stomach. She looked around, realizing that she was in a strange, nearly circular room, with smooth walls and some sort of stone tile on the floor. She tried to sit up, but couldn’t.

She looked down at her wrist, her eyes growing more frantic as she saw the handcuffs holding her to the chair. She tried to reach out to touch it, but soon discovered that her other wrist, as well as both ankles were all fastened to the chair. Her breathing was coming faster as she started to panic, struggling against her restraints. A long, soft, slow sound started to come out of her, somewhere between a sob and a wail….

Suddenly, she stopped, her eyes already getting red from the sobs that hadn’t come yet. She sat very still, and looked up, slowly… until her gaze fell on the man sitting opposite her, looking so very comfortable. He still looked handsome, some foreign part of her brain chimed in. She felt a sickness start to swell in her stomach, a tightness in her throat.

He had kidnapped her.

She winced, the fear tightening her whole body into a knot. She looked at him, unable to look away, shaking her head slowly. “No…. no…. no no no no no no…..”

 

[StylusMaximus]

The man watched Katy slowly emerge from the fog of her unconsciousness. She lifted her head groggily and shook it from side to side; her hat had fallen off somewhere in transit and was long gone. He could see her testing each wrist one at a time, then her feet, and then she looked up and saw him. Tears welled in her eyes and she began to shake her head from side to side.

"No... no... no no no no no no...," she said softly, the panic unmistakable in her voice.

The man smiled warmly at her. Good, she's not a screamer, he thought. At least, not yet.

He pressed his fingertips together in front of him. "My dear Katy, I want to apologize for the way I have treated you, both last night and this morning," he said. "Of course, that little pat on the rear end was completely inappropriate, and this morning..."

He shook his head. "Well, it was quite rude of me," he said. "I'm sure you have quite a headache. I can offer you some aspirins, though I would completely understand if you didn't trust me enough to take them."

The man stood up and began to pace slowly back and forth in front of her, keeping his eyes on hers. "I know you must be frightened, Katy, so I want to put your mind at ease right away," he said kindly. "I am not a murderer, and I am not a rapist. I have no intention of harming you or violating you in any way, and that is a promise."

He stopped and smiled at her again. "I know what you're thinking," he said. "You're thinking, 'No intention of harming me? You've kidnapped me and cuffed me to a chair against my will!' And that is certainly true; I have deprived you of your freedom, at least temporarily. But let me explain why."

He sat back down in his chair, still watching her. "I've brought you here, Katy, for two reasons," he said, crossing his legs. "The first is, quite frankly, that you are the sexiest, most beautiful girl I have ever seen in my entire life, and I find myself completely and utterly smitten with you and unable to resist you."

He smiled again, watching her face for her reaction. "And the second reason I've brought you here is that... how shall I put this? I have a rather unusual... predilection," he said. "Medically, or psychologically, I would be classified as impotent, because I cannot... well, become aroused in the presence of a woman. Not at all. Instead, I prefer to just sit and talk with young women like you. Talk with them about sex."

He went on. "I'm sure that sounds bizarre to you, and believe me, it sounds bizarre to me, too," he said. "But that, apparently, is who I am. So what I would like to do, Katy, is this: I would like to interview you about sex. We will sit here, just you and I, and I will ask you questions, and you'll answer, and we will just have a conversation for a while. All I ask of you is that you be completely honest and candid with me, forthcoming about every detail, holding nothing back. If you can do that for me, if you will allow me to interview you like this... well, I'll be happy to take you back home, or anywhere else you'd like, and you'll never see me again."

He leaned back in his chair. "What do you think, Katy?" he said.

 

[kaitlyn_sun]

"My dear Katy, I want to apologize for the way I have treated you, both last night and this morning. Of course, that little pat on the rear end was completely inappropriate, and this morning..."

He kept talking, pacing in front of her. Katy felt herself panicking, looking around the room, trying to figure out what to do. Her breath was coming in sobs, and her whole head throbbed at the massive tension swelling in her temples as she started to cry.

She couldn’t tell where the light was coming from. There were no windows. They could be underground for all she knew. She had never felt claustrophobic in her life, but she felt a surging fear as the room seemed to compress her, and her breath was coming in rasping gasps as the air in the room seemed to become less and less breathable. Her chest rose and fell with escalating violence, and her gasping sobs became pitiful little wails… she felt her tears starting to flow through her mouth, and soon she couldn’t tell if she was drooling or crying.

“No no no no…..” She whimpered pitifully through her own tears. “Please…. Please no… no no no….”

He didn’t seem to notice, he just kept talking. “if you will allow me to interview you like this... well, I'll be happy to take you back home, or anywhere else you'd like, and you'll never see me again." He said, sitting down again, looking at her like they were just having a conversation. "What do you think, Katy?"

She looked up at him, feeling the terror solidify in her stomach, making her feel nauseous. Her entire body recoiled from him. She strained at her leg cuff, wanting to kick at him. She lunged against the wrist cuffs; maybe the chair would break. She flung herself side to side, and started to scream. She yelled for help. She sobbed and wailed and screamed, straining at her restraints… Finally the effort cracked inside her, and she collapsed in the chair, her wrists and ankles burning, her throat on fire, her entire head swollen with pain, her body wracked with painful sobs. She looked at him, gasping…. and felt her stomach start to retch. She gasped, trying to hold it down.

 

[StylusMaximus]

The man sat calmly while Katy screamed and thrashed in the chair. She hadn't been listening to him, but then again, he didn't really care if she listened to him or not. He could do without the screaming, of course, but he didn't want to gag her unless he had to. He was interested in what she had to say.

After a few minutes, Katy realized that she couldn't possibly escape from the chair, and she collapsed in defeat, sobbing loudly.

He stood up and walked over to her. "Katy, I'm sorry you're upset," he said softly, beginning to untie the laces on her little brown sneakers. "But I promise this will be over soon."

She tried to kick at him but the restraints held firm. He slipped off her shoes and her short white socks.

"I know this is uncomfortable for you, and I understand that," he said, taking a long, thin pair of scissors from his pants pocket. "But I hope you can understand that is just part of the deal here. By the way, you might want to hold still right now. I don't want to cut you accidentally."

He stepped around to her left side and looked at her. She was wearing a blue dress shirt, unbuttoned with the sleeves rolled up. He took her sleeve in his left hand and slowly began to cut it with the scissors, carefully cutting the fabric lengthwise up the length of her arm. He watched her face as he cut her shirt, up higher to her shoulder, now across her collarbone and finally to her shirt collar, where one final snip sliced the shirt in two. He slowly circled behind the chair to her right side, then made the same cuts to the right sleeve of her blue shirt. He casually pulled the pieces of fabric off of her chest and discarded them on the floor.

Underneath Katy's blue shirt was yet another shirt, a white cotton tank top. The man chuckled softly as he snipped each of the shoulder straps in two. Her tank top wasn't tucked in, so he lifted the bottom edge of it, right at her waist, and began slowly cutting upwards, right along the middle of her stomach. Lifting as he cut, he carefully guided the scissors up along the midline between her breasts, taking care to cut the fabric of the tank top and nothing else. Once he finished cutting the tank top in half, he peeled back the cotton layers to expose the upper half of her body, now covered only by a bra and a necklace. He stopped to look down at her for a moment.

"You are very beautiful, Katy," he said, letting his eyes roam over her body. "I am so glad that I had the chance to meet you." He curled his fingers under the cuff of her denim shorts and began to cut them away, too, cutting straight up from the middle of her thigh to her hip. Then he stopped and tugged at her waistband, creating enough room for him to finish the vertical cut all the way through the top of her shorts. He walked around her feet to her left side and repeated the process. The denim panels covering each of her hips fell away onto the chair, leaving only the middle section of her shorts intact and preserving her modesty. He stepped back and admired her for a moment, then returned the scissors to his pocket.

"So, Katy, let me ask you again," he said. "Are you ready for your interview?"

 

[kaitlyn_sun]

She sobbed openly, feeling herself retch and gasp, barely able to breath through her miserable wails. His hands closed on her feet, and she tried desperately to pull away, but could barely move them at all. She squirmed, feeling him expose her feet. The tile was cold… and the realization that she could become even MORE vulnerable sunk into her. She grew quieter, watching him even more fearfully, her own weakness weighing her down and squeezing any air from her lungs.

"I know this is uncomfortable for you, and I understand that,"

She watched him take a pair of scissors from his pocket, and she inhaled hard, looking up at him in utter terror, frozen to the spot, her tears flowing freely, her chest burning with every strained breath, her nose and throat constricted by the gooey aftermath of her sobs. She started to shudder, her whole body wanting to recoil from him, as he slipped the scissors into her clothes, cutting them away. All she could think about was how easy it would be for him to hurt her right now. She trembled, watching him, each slow, deliberate slice of the scissors leaving her more exposed, and more terrified. Soon, he had stripped away almost all her clothes. She was left in a white bra and blue panties, with just her necklace and the remains of her shorts dangling from her body… She had chosen the underwear because she had been feeling happy, and beautiful… now she hated it, because she felt all the more naked in front of him.

Her sobs were almost completely silent now. Her face a tear-streaked mess, her neck and collarbone now soaked with tears. Her stomach wouldn’t stop clenching, agonizing waves of nausea constantly gripping her body, but she was too scared to move and throw up. The cool air refused to let her ignore how naked she was, and her hips and pelvis tightened unconsciously… her legs clenched together so violently her thighs were turning white, terrified that he might decide to….

"So, Katy, let me ask you again," he said. "Are you ready for your interview?"

I.. interview? She blinked, still struggling to breathe. He had said that he wasn’t going to touch her, that he just wanted to talk. She hadn’t been listening, but she had heard him. She wanted to wipe at her face, to stop herself from crying, but she could do nothing but let her tears sting her. She snuffled, trying to calm herself down. Was he… actually going to let her go? Her mouth opened, and she gasped, her breathing coming in heavy torrents. She didn’t know what to think. But there was no other thing she could do.

She nodded, her hair falling forward into her face.

 

[StylusMaximus]

Katy had stopped thrashing around and she sat still while the man cut away most of her clothes, crying softly to herself.

She seems to be handling this fairly well, he thought.

She was still crying but seemed to be listening to him this time, when he asked if she was ready for her interview.

"Excellent," he said, sitting back down in the chair.

"Now Katy, this will be an unusual interview, unlike any conversation you've ever had before," he said. "It is quite possible that I will say some things, and ask you some questions, that would make many women uncomfortable or embarrassed. Even so, I ask you to answer each question as truthfully and completely as possible, even if answering makes you feel uncomfortable or embarrassed. I must have your complete, naked honesty throughout this interview. That is critical."

He crossed his legs in front of him and leaned back in his chair.

"So, let's begin," he said. "My first question, Katy, is this: what do you think about when you play with yourself?"

 

[kaitlyn_sun]

"My first question, Katy, is this: what do you think about when you play with yourself?"

Katy closed her eyes, taking a retching gasp. The question disgusted her. She shook her head, clenching her eyes, not wanting to answer, feeling her throat swelling as she tried to reject it. She opened her eyes again, shuddering.

“I don’t know…” she muttered… but she knew it wouldn’t be good enough. The way he looked at her insisted that he wanted things EXACTLY his way, as if the fact that he had kidnapped her hadn’t already made that clear. She felt the bile in her stomach churn again. Even at her best, she wouldn’t know how to answer him. She really only masturbated in the shower, and didn’t think of anything in particular… she just quieted her mind and let the physical feelings swell over her. She had been asked this question before, and never been able to answer. How could she do it now?

“Just… ” she said weakly. She didn’t even know the answer herself. She couldn’t even make herself think it. Not here, not like this. She looked at him, and realized that she could smell him again, that same blend… lavender, amber, sandalwood, vanilla… it was pleasant, and she hated that she liked it. She didn’t want to like any part of him.

But of course, he was handsome. And had such a gentle demeanor. If he had just… if he had asked her to sit with him… she might even have done it...

“Just… feelings.” she said finally, looking down at the floor, feeling utterly filthy for even trying to entertain him like this.

 

[StylusMaximus]

The man watched Katy squirm in her seat. She obviously didn't want to discuss her masturbation habits. For a moment, he wondered if she played with herself at all. But then she muttered, "I don't know..." while avoiding his glance.

His cock swelled in his pants. Maybe she's ashamed of herself, he thought. Maybe she feels dirty and guilty for her thoughts and feelings. That idea thrilled him no end. He waited for her to go on.

But to his disappointment, she said only, "Just... feelings."

He stood up, shaking his head with disapproval. "Oh, come now, Katy, that will never do," he said. He stepped behind his chair to the door facing her and pressed his palm on a small panel next to the door frame. It opened to reveal a small compartment, and he reached in to retrieve a small remote control. He closed the panel and turned back toward Katy.

"We just discussed how you needed to answer every question as truthfully and completely as possible," he said, pressing one of the buttons on the remote. There was a faint humming noise as Katy's chair began to move. Slowly, the section supporting her legs and binding her ankles split in two and began to open up, steadily spreading Katy's legs open. He watched her face as the chair legs opened wider, ever wider, until her knees were farther apart than her shoulders.

"It doesn't even seem like you're trying to answer me honestly," the man said. He released the button on the remote and pressed another, and this time, the chair's feet began to rise, lifting Katy's feet up toward the ceiling. In a moment, Katy's feet were higher than her head and her knees were almost touching her shoulders. It looked a little bit like Katy was about to receive a gynecological exam, only her feet had been raised too high and her legs spread too wide.

"I'm afraid I can't possibly let you go unless you're going to be honest with me," he said, walking over to her chair. She struggled mightily, but the restraints held fast, and she had no leverage at all. Try as she might, she couldn't even raise her hips off the edge of the seat. He continued around the chair and behind her, out of her field of vision.

"And if you can't be honest with me, Katy..."

He suddenly reached down and violently ripped the necklace and bra away from her body. The fabric ripped and the necklace shattered, bits and pieces clattering on the tiled floor below. He grabbed the tatters of her blue and white shirts and pulled them out from under her, just kept pulling and ripping until she was completely naked above the waist.

"That's better," he said, staring at Katy's breasts as he walked back down to the foot of the chair. He stood between her legs and reached up to squeeze her breasts with both hands, saying nothing for a moment.

"Hmm, your tits are smaller than I thought," he said, kneading them with his fingers. "Not even a B-cup, are you? Hm. Quite firm, though. They might be all right."

He began to pinch and rub her nipples between his fingers. "Your nipples get really hard, though, that's nice," he said, tweaking them one at a time. "Look at that, they're already standing straight up. You know, I read somewhere that girls with tiny tits have really sensitive nipples. Some of them can cum just from having their nipples played with. How about that? Are your nipples super-sensitive like that? Well, we'll find out soon enough."

With the chair spreading Katy's knees wide open, she could no longer squeeze her legs together around the pieces of her shorts. The man tugged her shorts away from her legs and out from under her bottom, then grabbed her panties at the waistband and ripped them in half in one motion. He pulled her torn panties away from her legs and tossed them on the floor with the rest of the pieces of her clothes, and Katy was totally naked, spread wide open to him.

He pressed a third button on his remote and the lights in the room came up, making every inch of the room--every inch of her--very bright. He stared down between her legs, smiling.

Then he looked up at her. "Of course, I'm not much of a tit man, anyway, Katy," he said, grinning. "I've always been an ass man, and this is one of the best I've seen." He began to run his hands over the smooth surface of her bottom, then squeezed each cheek several times. "Seriously sweet ass. Are you a runner? Workout a lot? I can tell, because your ass is just like I like it, nice and firm."

He casually rubbed his fingers over her genital area, then used his thumbs to spread her labia open. "And a pretty little pink cunt, too. Very nice, Katy," he said, letting his thumb roll in circles around her clitoris. "Pink on the inside and outside. It doesn't look like it's been been used very much... wait a minute. Katy, are you a virgin? Tell me the truth now...." He pushed his middle finger into her vagina all the way to the knuckle. "No, not a virgin, I guess, but not too many cocks have been in that pussy, have there?" He smiled, obviously pleased.

He slid his finger slowly out of her, then spread her lips apart again. He bent over and put his face very close to her pussy and sniffed. "And your cunt smells just fine to me, Katy," he said, breathing hot on her lips. "You'll need to keep it nice and clean for me. I don't know about the pubic hair, though. That may have to go. I'll think about it."

He slid his middle finger in and out of her pussy a few more times, then took the tip of his finger and slid it down gently over her anus. He grinned when her sphincter tightened and she tried to raise her hips off the cushion, but it was no use. She couldn't go anywhere. He watched her face while he circled his finger slowly around the rim of her anus.

"So let's get back to the interview, Katy," he said, licking his finger and sliding the tip back and forth across her asshole. "Here's question number two... have you ever been fucked in the ass?"

And with that, he pushed his finger into her ass, slowly, steadily, his eyes locked on hers as his finger disappeared into her rectum. "I'd be willing to bet the answer is no," he said, as his finger bottomed out inside her. "That asshole feels so tight on my finger, Katy," he said, rubbing her clit with his thumb. "I bet you've never even had a finger up there before, have you."

The man began to twist his finger like a corkscrew in her ass, back and forth, back and forth. His other fingers played across her pussy with every twist. He watched her face carefully.

"So tell me, Katy," he said, still twisting slowly, "how do you like having my finger all the way up your ass? How does it really feel?"

"Remember: honesty is the best policy."