Gym Rats Make Great Pets. (Closed for DarkWarrioress)

[dryfter]

With a soft thump, the sound of my truck door behind me echoes a split second before the shrill yet brief blast of horn signals the auto lock. Not that there was many around to hear it. Glancing up, I can almost feel myself illuminated slightly in purple as I reach for the door beneath the Planet Fitness letters. A bored, or maybe just tired, college aged male gives me the barest of glances as the inner door swings open.

"Evening, Mr. Bergstrom."

A simple yet slightly annoying greeting, one I'm quick to correct....again.

"C'mon Jimmy, I keep telling you that I'm far too young yet to be calling Mister."

That barely gets a grunt from the kid, but I can tell he's smirking to himself slightly despite the fact that his face is half buried behind the wiry arms he has folded before him on the desk. Giving a look around, the place is mostly empty with all but one treadmill open, and one stair machine being used by a middle aged woman he could barely remember seeing here before. Beyond that, in the very back was one of the usual body builders working through his routine on the machines, pausing every so often to "feel the burn" and gaze almost narcissisticly at his own bulging biceps and pecs.

"She's not here yet, man. Might not be your lucky night."

I flinch softly, the kid's reward being a rather annoyed glance over my shoulder. One that he proceeded to counter with a knowing grin.

"I'm not sure what you mean."

The youth's head lifted then, cocking to the side as our gazes held, his grin was even more antagonizing.

"Oh c'mon man! You know exactly who I'm talking about. The moment you figured out her workout routine, you changed your own to match it, didn't you? Doesn't even seem to bother you that she's already surrounded by guys when she comes in here. Of course....if sloppy seconds is your thing, I can't say I blame you. I'd hit that shit in a heartbeat if I didn't think her buddies wouldn't beat me to death for it. Or maybe she'd do it herself...."

I could feel myself scowling as my feet finally started moving again. This wasn't a conversation I wanted the few people in the room to overhear. Fortunately, for now it least, it seemed that everyone seemed engrossed in their activities and didn't seem to take note of this idiot's rambling.

"I bet you'd like that," I growled softly as I made my way to the locker room.

"Damn straight I would," came the expected reply.

A few long minutes later and I was changed into a pair of blue Reebok basketball shorts and a simple white tee. The elliptical machine seemed as good a place as any for a soft start before a harder workout, so pressing a few buttons to set the resistance level of the machine I began in near silence. Jimmy hadn't been wrong of course, I was there more to see her again than for my own physical health. But there was value in working hard enough to bring out a sweat, just as there was in being patient.

Both it seemed, were to be rewarded shortly, as the soft chime of a new entrant tinkled softly across the quiet room.

 

[DarkWarrioress]

Faith Greyson. Twenty-two years old. A pixie hair cut because it was simpler that way. Chestnut hair and hazel eyes. Yep, that was me. At least part of me. I’m also a gymnast. Been one all of my life. Mom and Dad both felt it was good for me. So, from the time I was a toddler, I have been part of the gymnastic scene. It was a good thing that I stood only 5’ 1” tall. And boobs? I hardly had any. Oh sure, there were times when I looked at the bustier girls in envy but big boobs in the gymnastics made it hard to function on the uneven bars or even the vault. So, I kept reminding myself of that.

I had a full academic schedule as well as an athletic one. Between gymnastics, swimming and the gym, I had little time for anything else. My friends were always after me to come out with them. Today, they were meeting me at the gym for a workout and maybe after we would go back to one of their places and play some Call of Duty. That’s only because I could whip all their asses and they knew it.

“Hey Jimmy,” I called out as I headed toward the women’s locker room.

“Glad to see ya, Faith,” he acknowledged the guys with me, “Guys.”

In the locker room I hurriedly got changed into my workout clothes before beelining it into the gym. I knew I had to hurry because this place always filled up fast.

“Faith! Over here.”

Ben called out gesturing for me to join him. I scurried over and looked around at the almost empty room.

“Looks like a ghost town in here, Ben.”

“Yep, it sure is. Let’s get you started on some weightlifting. Gotta keep that belly of yours sweet and tight.”

He lightly elbowed my abdomen and I gave him a little shove and a snort of derision.

“You could bounce a quarter off mine, what’s your excuse, dude?”

I sat down on the bench as Ben set the weights for my feet to pull up. Leaning slightly back on my hands, my feet started to lift the weights in front of me, making me grunt.

“Damn it Ben, how much frigging weight did you put on there?”

It was a challenge and one I didn’t balk from. I lifted the bar with weights on each end, nice and slow. I could feel the pull and the burn from my calves through my thighs and into my abdomen.

“Stop bitchin’ Faith and just do the reps.”

I paused long enough to just stick my tongue out at him before I refocused my attention where it needed to be. On my weight training.

 

[dryfter]

Ben. So that was the bodybuilder's name. Not that I cared much, certainly not when I'm finally getting to see my fantasy crush again.

And what a sight she was, though I did my utmost to keep my eyes forward. Going over to lift had been my plan, but I think I'll wait a little longer now. Not only was the timing off, but I certainly didn't need to look like I was competing against.....Ben. Watching her from the corner of my eye as she disappeared into the women's locker room to change, I focused a little more on him. Yeah, I was fit, but I wasn't competing against those muscles. Best to know futility when one sees it.

A small quirk in the corner of my mouth as a smile threatens to emerge. Faith was it? I could practically feel Jimmy's eyes burning into the back of my skull as I picked up my pace a little on the elliptical. It wasn't lost on me that he didn't refer to her as Ms., Mrs., or even by her last name. Considering our conversation just minutes ago, that was hardly surprising, nor was how meek he got when noticed she was with her friends again. I wonder how he'd take it if he knew I was inwardly laughing at him now.

The thought had barely finished in my mind when Faith emerged in her own workout ensemble. Not for the first time did I find myself thanking God that women's work out clothes was so tight and revealing. Perhaps it was the fact that she seemed so fucking oblivious to it that drew me to her in the first place. I found myself wondering again if she even realized how many lustful glances were cast her way in a normal session. Perhaps she had chosen this hour to avoid them after all? Hard to believe when most of the time she showed up surrounded by her male friends. And while she may be oblivious, I wasn't...I could clearly see how their eyes raked her tight, fit little body. It made it doubly important that I not get caught doing the same thing. The last thing I needed was them warning her about me and all of a sudden I wouldn't be able to see her anymore. She'd probably change her routine schedule....and I'd look downright suspicious then if I did the same just to be able to watch her again.

I felt myself twitch just a little in my shorts as Ben talked about her working out her "sweet, tight belly" and then set some weights on the leg extender. Seconds later and the show began, each muscle in her legs pulled tight as she heaved against the weight and bitched only just a little about how much was on there. Not that I could blame her, it certainly was an impressive amount. Still, it made the taut flesh of her exposed midriff ripple slightly as even her girl abs rose to view. A blissful sight to say the least.

Not one to just sit and stare, and feeling the need to work out more than just my legs, I dismounted from the elliptical and made my way to the chest press. She wasn't so distracting that I forgot to see where the weight plate was set and how much I'd be moving. Adjusting it just a little to add more than the past health nut, I sat down and began my reps, repeatedly pushing the long bars away from me and alternating between watching the weight rise and fall in response to my actions, and watching her.

Everything about her seemed so perfect, the way her shorts clung to her as she moved. A lot of my friends would say she had a flat ass, but I staunchly disagree. Firmly curved atop tapering, coltish legs that any man would love to be between, I silently bet that I could bounce a quarter off of that too.

Sadly, I worked out mostly in silence as I watched her and the antics of her friends as they crowded around her in a parade of male testosterone. Each of them were clearly preening for her attention, and each got it, but definitely not in the way they were hoping. It was a circus I was getting familiar with, and in some ways I actually felt sorry for them. I personally knew a few women, both as co-workers, and as past lovers...who would have loved to let their hands run across those sculpted bodies, delighting in the feeling of their own natural responses to the masculinity before them. It had been a long time since I'd seen actual hunger in a woman's eyes, but I hadn't forgotten it. It was a vivid enough memory to know that it clearly wasn't showing on Faith's visage or demeanor at all.

Yet, hope truly does spring eternal. And I doubted very much that her friends were going to give up any time soon.

Like usual, it felt like it ended all too soon. The only thing the two of us doing in tandem it seemed was heading to the locker rooms. Of course, that meant I had to share a shower room with a bunch of sweaty dudes who were already well on their way to their usual discussions. Not that I blamed them, it wasn't like any of them would dare to talk about the things they were now laughing and cajoling out of each other now. Not with Faith around at least. More than one of them had boasted in the past of just how far they had gotten with her, though how much of it was idle boasting or down right lies, I couldn't tell. The majority of it seemed to be simple male bragging about how they'd managed to cop a feel or two, or how an innocent and friendly kiss might have been something more heated and symbolic. Either way, I could tell after our very first meeting like this, that they quite obviously saw the young college girl to be as big of a sexpot as I did. Quite frankly, I stayed silent and simply fumed at the competition and how they all had a better chance of getting her than I did. This wouldn't be the first time I'd left the gym unsettled, an empty feeling in the pit of my stomach. It was ok to crush, I told myself, but another thing to pursue. Perhaps it would be best to just remain a stranger to these men and their little gym rat hottie. Perhaps. But I knew I wouldn't be content with leaving it like that.

Strangely, we all ended up leaving together. I hadn't planned for that as I usually linger a little to make sure she was gone and I wouldn't have to avoid any strange confrontations with her entourage. Not that this changed much, I reminded myself, hitting the unlock button on my keyfob and throwing my bag into the back of the GMC Yukon Denali I was driving. For just a brief moment, a split second really, I glanced over at the rather blase sedan the "boys" had driven to the gym in. In some sick corner of my mind, I notched a single "win" for me as the truck's engine turned over.

Money might not buy love, but in this case a little relief worked nicely.

 

[DarkWarrioress]

The weight training was brutal. The boys didn’t cut me any slack, not that I expected them to. I needed this. It kept me in shape for gymnastics and swimming. I couldn’t afford to slack. There were reps for my legs. Reps for my abdomen. Reps for my chest (such as that was). By the time were done for the morning, I was sweating up a storm and I was aching, but I had no time to whine about it, not that I would have. I had gymnastics in a half hour.

I rushed into the locker room, got in a quick shower, shoved everything into my gym bag and head out the door, where I met up with the guys.

“Okay, listen up you guys. I have gymnastics practice in a half hour. So, how about we meet at the diner for food before we head out to Pete’s and Paul’s place? It’s their turn tonight to host, right?”

Normally after gymnastics I was headed back to my place to get some studying done but tonight was Friday so I cut myself a bit of slack and hung out with the guys. Now these guys are my buddies. We all met in our freshman year at the university. We went through some of that usual crushing stuff but when they figured out I wasn’t interested, they became my brothers. They usually ran interference when other guys came around to pester me. Every time I looked in the mirror I asked myself what these guys see because I wasn’t seeing anything special. I didn’t have boobs like a lot of college girls did. Even my figure wasn’t anything to talk about. I didn’t have an ass and my figure wasn’t anything to write home about either. I just didn’t get it.

I got to the gym with minutes to spare. I hurriedly went into the locker room to change and to stow my bag. I shrugged into my black leotard and slipped my feet into my gymnastic shoes and headed over to the uneven bars. My coach met me there.

“Okay, Faith, let’s run through your routine for the next gym meet.”

I pulled on my grips for my hands and dusted my hands in the chalk before moving to stand under the high bar of the unevens. I had a spotter who placed their hands on my hips and insured I got up there. From there, all thought left my mind. I was flying from the high bar down to the low bar and visa versa. Every time my abdomen hit the high bar to circle it, I winced just a little. It was always that way after my gym workout. I loved it. The flying through the air to the twists and turns I put my body through. At the end I rotated around and around the high bar before I let go, summersaulting not once but twice before my feet found purchase on the mat that covered the floor. My knees were bent just a little at the end but I stood up proud and tall, lifting my arms in the air. I stood like that for a couple of beats then dropped my arms and jogged over to coach.

“Okay Greyson, that was good. We’ll see how you do at the next meet.”

“Thanks Coach.”

From there it was a turn at the Balance Beam and then the Vault. When I finished with those, I was able to leave the gym. Finally. I was looking forward to a good meal at the diner, some laughter and good times with the guys.

I took another shower, got dressed and headed over to the diner. The guys were already piled into our tables and I greeted them enthusiastically before I slid in next to Ben, who gave me a short one armed hug. It didn’t take the waitress long to come over and everyone ordered some food. While we waited for it to arrive we chatted zealously about our Call of Duty night. Mealtime was an experience. French fries flew back and forth. Friendly arguing. By the time we done, we all chipped in for a good tip and left. We were out to geek off the evening away.

 

[dryfter]

"Tyler, how's it been going, man?"

Dammit. Sometimes I can't even get a bite to eat without someone pestering me. And I'd been having such a nice time of it too, daydreaming of the sexy little slip of a thing that even now I was looking forward to seeing in action again. She'd probably take a day off to avoid overdoing it. Not that I blamed her at all from the soreness radiating throughout my own body. Faking a smile quickly, I looked up from my coffee to see an altogether familiar face right as he pulled out the seat across from me and sat down unbidden. Flagging the waitress with the wave of a hand, my unwanted guest seemed quick enough to place his own order.

"What's with the scowl, bud? Did I catch you dreaming of your obsession? Or perhaps you're going to tell me that you've actually made some headway with her."

"Jeremy, you know its not like that."

The brash twenty-something just flashed me a knowing smile. He had been one of the first who had accepted me when I had moved here, as well as been one of the last to ask questions. Didn't seem to care where I came from, or what my background was, only that we shared some hobby interests. It hadn't hurt that I had taken an interest in the classic Chevy Nova he had been washing down in his driveway the first week I had moved into the neighborhood. Cars were his thing way more than mine, and he was happy to talk about them at any time of day. Well...that and women. And it became clear very quickly that his tastes in the latter were not the same as mine.

"Not sure what you see in her, dude. She's fit as fuck sure, but no tits as a result and a washboard for an ass."

I scowled over my coffee as the waitress returned with my breakfast, an omelet with pretty much every vegetable grown in the garden in and on it. The poor dear was very obviously trying her best to ignore the conversation she had just walked in on.

"She's got tits. Nice ones too, just a little small. And her ass isn't washboard you blind idiot, though if you'd have said her abs...."

Again I could feel some stirring down below just thinking of her again, all sweaty and getting ready to hop into the showers at the gym. I'd have much rather have been in there with her than with her dude friends. A soft cough from the waitress reminded me that yes, she was still standing there, blushing just a little as she set down a small bottle of tabasco before very quickly taking her leave.

Jeremy threw his hands mockingly up in the air as if he was giving up, "I'm just saying that a man like you deserves a woman with more curves, one that'll make heads turn when she walks into a room, singles you out with her eyes and takes your hand like she fucking owns it."

"Been there, done that. No thank you. If I see anyone matching that personality and description, I'll send them your way."

The neighbor merely smirked as he sipped from his water and watched me eat, a single eyebrow raising slightly as I couldn't help but mutter, "Not that I wouldn't mind owning her though."

"I could make that happen, you know."

I almost choked on my food. This sparked another look of amusement from the man sitting across from me. Sputtering and reaching for a napkin, I gave him a dangerous look as if to silently warn him against fucking with me. Instead, Jeremy leaned forward and for the first time since our impromptu meeting, lowered his voice.

"This is a big city, bro. You can get almost anything you want here. Roofies? Exstacy? All you have to do is know the right person to talk to."

And just like that, the conversation was over and he must have known from the look in my eyes. Even I could feel my face clouding over as his words sank in.

"You're telling me to drug her. I'm not going to do that."

A long moment of silence passed between us before his own order arrived. I've never cared for French Toast. Too sweet. I didn't even like it when I was a kid. Yet here he was digging into the stuff with relish and still trying to talk suddenly between mouthfuls.

"Have it your way, man. You can just watch from afar as eventually one of those guys she hangs out with has their shot at her, wishing it could have been you like some sad sack."

I was nearing my boiling point, and yet this idiot just would not stop talking. Why did my otherwise pleasant night have to end like this? Rising to my feet, I called for the check, leaving half of it uneaten yet on the table. Strange, I didn't know that my neighbor had the ability to completely kill an appetite, but here I was. A few minutes later and I was racing back home perhaps a little faster than I should have been, cussing furiously under my breath. Part of me completely disgusted by the thought of using a foreign substance to take advantage of a fine woman like Faith, yet another much darker part actually excited by the thought of her trembling weakly beneath me, compromised and unable to resist my advances.

Not I would do that kind of thing. I knew that better than anybody. If I ever had my chance, I wouldn't ever want it to be with her in such a state. No...

It would be so much better to dominate her. Physically. Mentally. Both. Breaking past all her defenses until she saw what she truly was.

Mine.

 

[DarkWarrioress]

Saturday morning came way too early for me, but then most mornings when I don’t have classes feel that way. Hurriedly dressing in a pair of worn jeans that fit snuggly paired with an old, well worn tee-shirt and my deep blue Converse tennis shoes, I packed my gym bag and off I went. I let myself silently out of our apartment. I share the place with two other girls I met in my frosh year. I had a gymnastics meet today on campus. The event, of course, was open to the public. On my way there, I stopped for a small smoothie. Putting any kind of food in my stomach before a meet, was a no-no for me. Driving into the parking lot I could see people starting to trickle in. My guys wouldn’t be there. It’s not that they don’t support me, but let’s be serious here. It’s a Saturday morning and they have no classes. It’s a no brainer. They’re sleeping in. That’s all well and fine with me. Sometimes I just need a break. Don’t get me wrong, they’re great guys, I just need a freakin’ break now and then.

When I get inside the gym, I pause just to look around and get my head further into the game. My focus on my sport must be absolute. With my head in the game, I stride into the locker room, greeting the girls I do know. Stop to chat a bit but still make my way to an empty locker and get ready. I stuff my outside clothes into the locker along with my gym bag, shut the door and lock it. I’m in there long enough to don my gymnastic shoes, which, if you ask me, are like ballet slippers but not. I give my leotard a twitch here and there, run my hand through my short, cropped hair and set off for the first area I am going to compete in, which happens to be the vault.

I greet several of my teammates and we chat softly as we wait our turn to practice vaulting. When it’s my turn, I stand at the end of the mat, run my fingers under the edge of my leotard, focus and take off. I do a couple more runs until I feel satisfied then I move over to my next event, the uneven parallel bars. I have a brief chat with my coach and again, wait my turn. I don’t practice my routine for competition, but I do a simple routine that coach and I agreed on. I love flying through the air. It’s exhilarating. My last event for this meet is the balance beam. I’ve had people ask me how can I do what I do. It seems simple to me, I guess. I get up there on the beam and I just put myself through my paces. I don’t think about it. It’s like… muscle memory or something. When everything is said and done, I go find a seat and relax.

The meet went great! We won. Not by a whole lot, but we won. The atmosphere in the locker was upbeat. I hurried through my shower, got redressed in my street clothes, packed everything up in my gym bag and headed out. I wanted to go to the town’s library. It was quieter there than the college one. I had a paper or two to write today.

Nobody was in the library, well not yet. Thank goodness. I wandered toward the back and found a table with chairs hidden back there. Pulling out a chair, I set my books on the table as I sat down and pulled one of them closer. Pen and paper in hand, I opened one of the books and got busy.

 

[dryfter]

I hate weekends.

Three bedrooms, two bathrooms, and a whole lot of empty silence. The events of last night still fresh in my mind, I doubt I can walk out my front door and stand to see Jeremy there doing whatever. Probably some public display of affection for his wife, or washing his car yet again like it wasn't clean enough already. Oh my god, a speck of dust! Still, I certainly couldn't bring myself to stay here either. I wasn't in the mood for turning on the news, I was irritated enough already without listening to what our morally questionable president was doing now, or any of the other sensationalist pieces the morning hosts wanted to inundate me with.

And yet I was too sore to return to the gym. At least not for a vigorous workout. I doubt I'd have wanted to do that even if I was a full decade younger, and I hadn't even hit thirty yet. Sighing, I threw the bedsheets off and finally slid off the mattress. At least not everything hurt, just my pecs and my legs that I had worked out last night. Maybe I could get by with going in and doing some deadlifts with dumbbells, but did I really want everything to be sore? Worse than that...was I really thinking of using Planet Fitness to alleviate boredom? I already knew that Faith wouldn't be there, and that took a lot of the appeal out of it for me.

Faith. At least I had the good fortune of finally learning her name last night. Remembering that put me in a better mood as I slid slowly into thin powder blue button down shirt. I left the top button undone as I slowly sheathed myself in a pair of simple briefs and one of my nicer pair of Dockers slacks. Never knew who I'd run into today, I might as well look nice. From there it was off to the bathroom to splash some water on my face, take care of the morning stubble and give just a soft spritz of Polo cologne.

Reaching for the front door, I let out a soft breath, bracing myself, only to find it bright and sunny outside. The only sound was the chirping of the occasional bird and traffic passing by every so often. Thankfully, that meant my neighbor wasn't out and about. For a brief moment I remembered what he had suggested last night and my breath caught just a little. It angered me just as much as it excited me that I could seemingly conjure visions of poor Faith completely incapacitated and at my mercy just that simple.

But again, that wasn't what I wanted. If nothing else, I wanted her aware, completely in control of her senses. Drugs were not the answer, but then, what was? And just when did this become more than a crush and something more sinister? Inwardly, I knew the answer. I had wanted her since the first day I saw her. Her lithe body, her naivete, her blazing smile and friendly demeanor. I wanted them all. I wanted her. And even I knew that I had passed a healthy obsession.

Weekends like these only served to keep her on my mind, unless something else served as a distraction and right now I had nothing. I knew just as well that having worked out yesterday, she most likely would skip today to let her body recover like me. So even if I did go in, I wouldn't get to see her. Though there was always the chance of getting to glean some stray bit of info about her from one of her musclehead friends who would no doubt show up at some point.

My right hand reached for the door handle of my truck as I slid in moments later. Perhaps a drive past the construction site would take my mind of the swelling boner I had managed to give myself pretty much first thing in the morning.

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"Mornin', Mr. Bergstrom."

The security guard at the gatehouse was polite enough as I drove up to the guard shack. Nodding in response, I silently watched the barrier lift before me before driving through. I wasn't planning on actually going inside, just surveying, and it looked like the lower floors finally had walls and were sealed off from the elements. From there it would just be an enormous empty shell of a building, concrete and rebar with a reinforced steel skeleton still showing on the upper floors. Not for the first time I wondered just how many actual human beings were going to work here when it was all complete. Was I creating jobs? More than I was eliminating? I doubed it, but data centers for AI were popping up everywhere and it had seemed like a great place to invest. My investment, or rather its size, was what let me past the gate I had just driven through. For now, only a handful of people were aware of that though, and I prefer to keep it that way. People change when they smell money. I learned that lesson a long time ago.

A few long minutes of driving around and surveying from a distance and I was gone the way I came. I thanked the lone guard for humoring me and disappeared down the road. Loathe to go home, I wasn't desperate enough to go and see a movie alone either. And so as I drove through the city streets, I racked my brain for something to occupy it. It wasn't until I had reached the busier streets of downtown that the solution came to me in the form of a neat, well kept limestone building on my left. With an almost impulsive turn of the wheel, still staying mindful of opposing traffic, I pulled into the county library.

Perhaps a good book was just what I needed.

 

[DarkWarrioress]

History. God, it put me to sleep or at least wanted to. Could someone please teach me history lessons that would catch my attention? Mr. Rivers tried. Maybe. He was also our baseball coach. I didn’t know his background, maybe he was certified to teach History but his voice. Gods, his voice. It was just so monotone and it droned on and on. Even just thinking about him now made me want to drop my head to my arms and snooze. Knowing my luck? I’d start to snore and get kicked out of here. Can’t do that. Can’t let that happen. With a soft sigh, I went back to turning pages and writing. Just two more subjects to go then I could go bug the guys and maybe con them into getting some ice cream.

People came and went in the public library so I hardly paid any attention to them. Hopefully, none of them would bug me. I glanced up from my history book and glanced around. There were people using the public computers. Some were browsing the book isles. Some were sitting in tight knit groups and chatting about who knows what. The door to the library opened and a man stepped in. He was dressed in a powder blue button down shirt that, even from where I sat, seemed to accentuate his eyes. I put my pen down, leaned back in my chair and people watched. Especially him. Not sure why. There was something about the way he carried himself. It caught my attention. My brow furrowed. He struck me as someone I had met or maybe seen before. But where? I continued to watch him, trying to figure it out, but nothing was coming to me. Frustrating.

Ah well, I need to get this paper done. I sat forward, picking up my pen and began reading and writing again. In the back of my mind kept drumming the promise of ice cream. Coffee ice cream with Heath bar chips and roasted almonds. Oh dear god, I was going to salivate all over my paper if I wasn’t careful. Get a grip, Faith. Concentrate.

 

[dryfter]

My breath caught in my throat. I certainly hadn't expected to see her here. Expected even less to actually make eye contact with her. For a moment, I thought that she was giving me a good once over with her gaze, but that couldn't be right, could it?

It was amazing that she took notice of me at all. The library wasn't busy by any stretch, but it was far from empty. There was plenty of bustle and movement going on as people of all ages and genders perused the tall shelves for tomes and novellas of their choosing. I could feel my mouth dry slightly as her pretty little head cocked quizzicly at me over the open pages of a thick book. I didn't think I was all that interesting, I tried hard not to be most days, but then I had decided to dress semi-nicely before making my little drive earlier. As such, she was looking at just another 29 year old man who hopefully had quite some time before his dark brown hair started greying. A half inch over 6 foot, that left me tall enough for some romantic interests and lacking for others. For some reason her seeing me in my business clothes bothered me more than if she had seen me coming out of the locker room last night dressed in my post workout sweats.

"Faith, was it?"

I offered a gentle smile while my grey eyes scanned furtively for any reaction. I was nervous for sure, who wouldn't be with an unplanned reunion like this? Hell, I could almost feel my palms start sweating just a little. I hoped I could keep my voice steady and calm as I took a tentative step towards her table.

"Tyler Bergstrom. We work out at the same gym."

And then the recognition was there, plain as day in her eyes. I could breathe a little easier and hopefully not look as suspicious as I felt. It was taking all I had to keep my eyes on hers and not letting them roam over her lithe form like I was used to doing from a distance. There was absolutely no way she wouldn't notice that. And just like that, I'd actually be the creep I felt like I was becoming anyway.

"My first time in here though. Still fairly new to town. Thought I could find some Anne McCafferey or Terry Brooks."

I look down at the book before her as I draw closer., only kind of glancing at the budding swells at the front of her shirt.

"Well that's some dry reading. History wouldn't have been my first choice, but to each their own. Besides, there's a lot to learn from history."

As I drew closer, I could almost imagine the soft scent of citrus wafting from her. Was it her shampoo? Body wash? And just like that my innermost thoughts filled with the sight of Faith, glistening beneath the shower head in the women's locker room, applying said body wash to her elfin frame until a nice lather brings the bubbles of censorship over all her naughtiest parts, teasing my imagination even further. I just might need to get out of here. Preferably before I make a fool of myself and ruin everything. I wasn't even sure what manner of expression was on my face anymore and I died a little inside at the realization. Fantasy over just like that.

Other parts of me were much more ready to show her just how I felt about her. And the second that realization came to me, the fight or flight response kicked in. Fortunately, I had drawn close enough to her table by now to quickly grab a sturdy wooden framed chair across from her and sit down.

"I'm surprised to find you here alone. Don't you usually travel with a bunch of your friends? Or are they not as studious as you seem to be? I'm guessing that's for a class, but if I'm wrong you can feel free to correct me."

Time to calm down a little. Make conversation, try to look normal...whatever the hell that is, I may have forgotten. The big thing was to calm down. I didn't expect to see her here, I sure as hell wasn't expecting to be talking to Faith for the first time.

But some challenges need to be faced head on.

 

[DarkWarrioress]

Someone walked over to my table and stopped. I glanced upward, caught in his gaze. I found myself unable to look away, my fingers dropping my pen to paper before me.

"Faith, was it?"

All I could do was nod. How did he know my name and who was he?

"Tyler Bergstrom. We work out at the same gym."

Then the light of recognition lit my eyes. It all came to me then. Yes, I had seen him working out at our gym and I was right, his light blue shirt emphasized those storm grey eyes that were peering at me.

I’m not sure how to make conversation with this striking looking man. I haven’t really took notice of any males since god knows when. I’ve been far too busy with other things. I inhaled deeply as he took a seat across from me. My lips quirked.

“It’s Saturday and the guys are all sleeping in. I had a gymnastic meet earlier and they certainly were not interrupting their z’s for that and this?” I nodded to the open book and paper with pen on the table,” Is for a class I am taking,” I made a face, “History isn’t one of my favorite subjects to begin with. It may be the teacher that is trying to put me to sleep. The jury’s still out.

How did you know my name? Nevermind, let me guess. Jimmy. He’s such a creeper.”

I brought out my hand and stretched it across the table toward you. My lips curled up into a little smile. I was still a little unsure about this, but what the hell.

“Nice to meet you, Tyler Bergstrom. So, you just moved here? From where?”

Idle chit-chat. Normally, I’m not for it, but at this moment? Anything was better that writing a History paper for Mr. Rivers

 

[dryfter]

What do I do? What the fuck do I do?

I watched in half fascination, half horror as the woman of my torrid dreams extended a hand to me. This wasn't just any handshake conducted after a business deal or shaking the pastor's hand after a service with an especially inspiring sermon.

She was actually inviting me to touch her.

I steeled myself at the last second, extending my own hand to take hers. It was small, just like the rest of her, and it reminded me of everything I loved and lusted about her. So small, yet strong and fragile at the same time as she gave my hand a firm squeeze before contact was lost all too soon.

“Nice to meet you, Tyler Bergstrom. So, you just moved here? From where?”

At least we were still making conversation. I took a moment to clear my throat before I answered. It wouldn't do to let her know just how rattled a simple handshake with her had left me.

"Originally I'm from rural Williston in North Dakota. I grew up on a ranch my dad owned for years. City life in general is still fairly new to me."

For some reason being invited to talk about my past calmed me significantly. I actually felt a small amount of happiness that she even cared to ask, despite knowing that this was just idle banter I'd had with any number of other people since moving here. She was about as likely as the others to miss connecting Williston to important events of the past. Events that had been particularly life changing for me.

"But my dad passed away a few years back, so I decided to turn over a new leaf after he left everything to me. Haven't really looked back. You might say that it's ancient history now."

I chuckle softly as I nod at her book. I could see the distaste in her demeanor when she brought it up moments ago.

"American History no less. That can be a rather sordid affair no matter which era you look at as long as you close enough. Did you know that President Andrew Jackson actually set fire to the White House during a drunken party? The scars of it can still be seen during a live tour of the White House today. Always wondered who was the biggest drunk between him and Ulysses Grant."

A soft chuckle escaped me then. This was actually kind of fun.

"Turn the channel forward a few years and FDR is breaking the labor unions, JFK is fucking Marilyn Monroe as one of his side chicks before someone does him in."

I stopped there, visibly nervous as my brain catches up to my rather crass mouth and slams on the brakes.

"Sorry about that. Should pay a little more attention to what I'm saying when I'm talking to someone I just met."

I wanted so much to say a pretty girl I just met. Fortunately, the brain was back in control again before I embarrassed myself further. I chuckle out loud as a sudden thought occurs to me.

"And then there's all the war. Yeah, hardly fun stuff. I hope your teacher's a little forgiving when it comes test time for this kind of stuff. It's brutal when the exam is all what date did such and such happen on?"

I lean forward then, a grin on my face as I openly mock any potential upcoming exam.

"Now Ms. Faith, can you tell the class in what year the dreaded War of 1812 was?"

It felt good to laugh. Despite the annoyed glances I was getting from the other patrons of the library. It had been too long and was just what I needed to free me from the much darker thoughts that had been plaguing my mind recently. Those would come rushing back any moment now, especially with the object of my desire so close to me. I should probably retreat for now. Yes, that would be best. This gave me much to think about and perhaps more. I shifted in my chair slightly, realigning myself so that the bulge in my slacks wouldn't be quite so prominent before standing back up and taking one last long look at the beautiful woman before me.

"And with that, I'll let you get back to studying. I'm sure I'll see you again."

I couldn't get out of there fast enough. I didn't even continue my pursuit for a good book. My senses continued to reel from overload I had done well to contain for as long as I did. I could still feel where we had briefly touched, and I could swear I could still remember the scent coming from the young gymnast. I had become a ticking time bomb that only had so long before the lovely Faith would have become aware of the effect she was having on me.

I let out a deep breath then, calmly behind the wheel of my truck once more. Would she though? For a moment I remembered past locker room conversations from the men she came to the gym with. They had done so much more than just committed to a simple handshake and Faith seemed completely oblivious to it. For the long drive home, I mulled this over and over, seriously doubting that none of them had ever gotten excited in front of her before. In fact, if I were to wager, they would probably have been less inclined to hide their own arousal than I was.

That didn't mean I didn't have any intentions of going straight home and taking care of the problem. It all of a sudden appeared to be a good day to return home early.

 

[DarkWarrioress]

I stared after him. And blinked. I was trying to wrap my head around that, what was his name again? Tyler. That was it. Tyler had abruptly left. Well maybe, it wasn’t so abruptly but he hadn’t even went looking for a book. At least, that’s what I thought he was there for in the first place. Then I shrugged. Sometimes, people were just… weird.

I went back to getting my homework done then packed up my books. By then, I really didn’t feel like going to spend time with the guys. I could feel a slow headache coming on. I wonder if I could talk my other two roommates into a girls’ night. Maybe some candy, some ice cream and popcorn. Maybe a rom com movie or two. How long had it been since we connected? It had been awhile. I texted the girls and sure enough, they were onboard. I made a pitstop at the grocery store then headed home with a grocery bag…or two. Both the ladies were waiting for me to get in. Lily was this busty red head that drew guys to her like a magnet. Margo (her birth name was Margaret but she wanted to be known as Margo), had this bubbly personality and eyes that shined. She lit up any room she entered and again, the guys flocked toward her. Me? I could care less at this point. Who wanted a tomboy anyway? My dad had made it extremely clear that he wanted a boy first but when Mom delivered me, a girl, it took Dad awhile to get over it and then proceeded to raise me like a boy. So, when the guys flocked to me, it was because they wanted a buddy or a good friend. It never bothered me. I wasn’t comfortable in a dress. I barely had boobs. My roommates kept telling me I was lucky because as we aged, I wouldn’t have to worry about saggy boobs. Maybe they were right about that. Who knew? Who cared? Not this girl.

I got a few texts from the guys and explained I wasn’t coming over and I wasn’t looking for company. I had a twinge of a headache forming and I just wanted a quiet night. Margo and Lily picked out the movies while we all snuggled on the couch, watching. It was nice. Just what I needed. Yet, in the back of my mind, Tyler lingered. What was his problem anyway? I kept shaking off thoughts of him but he kept coming back, time and time again.

As the evening drew to a close, we three cleaned up our messes and they went their way (it was Saturday night, after all) and I retreated to my room to get some much-needed sleep. The guys and I had a date to play football tomorrow afternoon. I grinned evilly as I snuggled down in bed, in the darkness, to plot their downfall. Each and everyone of them.

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The next afternoon we all met across the street from Pete and Paul’s. It was just an empty lot and it had rained a bit last night so we had mud. Yay. Mud. I was wearing my Converse tennis shoes with a short, cropped football jersey and a pair of sweatpants that I had cut back into shorts. I started across the football field with the football in my hands.

“Pete! Ben! You’re captains. Somebody flip a coin to see who gets to pick first.”

Ben won the toss and his first pick was me. Decries rent the air.

“You fuckers are just jealous.”

Was his answer to their bitching and so the picking went on until there were two teams. I tossed the football to Ben who set it in the middle of the field. Because Ben won the toss, Pete’s team got the ball first. I won’t lie. It was messy and full of fun. Pete’s team seemed to target me a lot, smashing me into the mud. I usually came up swinging. All in fun, mind you. At some point the football game turned into a mud fight and it was every man for themselves. By then, it didn’t matter. My hair, my clothes were all plastered in mud and I had the damn stuff in places I shouldn’t. I managed to shove Ben down to the ground and sat on his back. As I did so, I reached out and grabbed a fistful of mud, pulled back the waistband of his shorts and shoved the mud into them. He shook me off and came up cussing, shaking out his shorts.

Damn, I had mud everywhere, including on my boobs. I seldom wore a bra. I mean why? I had no boobs to speak of. Ugh. Now they were covered in mud. I needed a shower. Desperately. I put a towel down on my car seat so I could drive home. I trudged up the stairs, let myself into my apartment and carefully made my way into the bathroom. I gingerly removed my clothing and left them behind the door in a pile. These would need to be rinsed and washed. Turning on the shower, I gingerly got under the water and started to rinse off. Oh, the mud that came off me. I cringed as I cleaned between my legs, flicking out mud that had gotten between lips. I silently cursed Ben. My hair was caked with the stuff as well. It took me three times washing it for the water to run clear. Afterwards, I turned off the water, grabbed a towel and dried off. I scooped up a clean, dry towel and wrapped my hair in it. I’d dry it when I got back to my room. I rinsed out my mud caked clothes and tiptoed out of the bathroom to go put them in our washer.

Sitting on the edge of my bed, I groaned. It was back to school tomorrow. I wasn’t looking forward to it.

 

[dryfter]

The rest of the afternoon was spent just trying to keep my mind off of Faith. Or at the very least take the edge of my desires so they didn't get way out of hand. It didn't take long when I got home and every door was locked, every meaningful shade was pulled, and the hand that had accepted her tiny one a little more than a half hour ago had something much rougher and thicker in its grasp. It was times like these I turned to PornHub like any other lonely male in the nation who had secret desires he would probably never act on. A little lotion and a box of Kleenex and I was well along my way to being just another loser again. I could just about imagine all the times I'd stroked it to girls I'd liked in school, especially the ones that had turned down my advances. It never seemed to matter to me, and the sting of rejection faded quickly enough.

Of course, not all the ladies I had propositioned had turned me down to be sure. An old classmate of mine who had been a real player had once told me that for every ten women you offer sex, 9 of them are most likely going to slap you in the face, but that tenth one......

But for some reason I couldn't bring any of those old lovers to the forefront of my mind. That space was reserved solely for Faith as if time was frozen at the Library. I even began to imagine things like the outline of a nipple poking through her t-shirt. I knew she wore it loosely enough that I was just imagining things, but the thought thrilled me and spurred my hand to move faster nonetheless. I groaned softly, knowing all too well that this wasn't going to take long, especially since I'd let it build up without release since her tantalizing show at the gym last night.

"I bet you're tight as hell, Faith."

I didn't mind speaking, keeping it soft though there was nobody around to hear me.

"I wonder what kind of face you'd make if I blew this all up inside you. Would you still look like an angel if I painted you with it? I bet you would."

Sadly, my ejaculate was doomed even before it burst out of me in a heated rush. Caught in the flimsy web of Kleenex, perhaps future swimmers would be luckier but not today, and certainly not now. Today was a repeated act of futility that at least served to exhaust my libido for the moment if not my frustration.

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The next morning I awoke to my normal routine, only to have it interrupted by a firm knock at my door. Frowning, I hiked up the pair of blue jeans I'd chosen for the door, and left the button down shirt I was accustomed to wearing flared wide open and unbuttoned.

"Who the hell could that be? Jeremy? I don't really know anyone from around here yet....."

As I reached for my front door and opened it, my newest guest paused only momentarily for me to take her in before sweeping past me and into the living room before turning to face me with an almost defiant smile on her face.

"You're Jeremy's wife. What can I do for you?"

Indeed, I had only seen her a handful of times, a young girl in her early twenties that seemed to have no problems with the occasional public display of affection out in Jeremy's driveway before he left for work in the morning. Instinctively, I began comparing her to Faith, and amazingly the girl stayed silent as I raked her with my eyes, noting the very feminine swells of her hips and her breasts. Probably about a C-cup if I were to guess. Her legs weren't bad either, and she seemed to love to show them off with the little black micro skirt she was wearing with a pink T-shirt that read Daddy's Girl across her tits. Apparently the look was long enough, or perhaps it was my comment that caused her to laugh. Either way, I was caught looking and immediately brought my gaze back to hers.

"I'm not Jeremy's wife, Mr. Bergstrom. Or should I call you Tyler? Either way, Jeremy's my sugar daddy. That's all. You do know what that means, don't you?"

I nodded dumbly. Of course I knew what that meant, I was just surprised that she admitted it so openly. I certainly wasn't about to bring up the fact that if Jeremy was being entertained by her at night, that made me most certainly off the table for her. Besides, she was cute, hot even....but I was mind, body, and soul set on Faith. Not that she needed to know that.

"So you're the one lusting after Faith Greyson, I've heard."

I've never known what it feels like to have a heart attack. I'm still far too young for that, or so I've been told. But the way my chest seized upon hearing those words, I had to have been damned close. All of a sudden it was all I could do to breathe. For the life of me, I have no idea how I managed a calm and collected reply, and even though I did, this little wench made it clear that she could see it in my eyes.

"Jeremy talks too much. There's only two people you could have heard that from."

Another soft laugh as she drifted closer, reaching out to touch my bare chest beneath my shirt. I was repulsed. I very much did not like where this was going.

"And I know both of them. Let me guess, Jimmy at Planet Fitness, right? Just as I know you've been watching her for a while. Must be tough seeing her around all those big, burly men. Not that you aren't a catch yourself, of course. She's just so....unaware, isn't she?"

"What do you want?," I growled, feeling marginally better as she pulled her hand back.

"My name is Melissa Schwartz, and I'm on the same gymnastics team as your Little Miss Perfect."

Turning, she settled herself into one of my living room chairs, and not lady like either. That sexy little skirt had ridden up with the motion itself and answered any questions I might have had regarding panties. Lazily, Melissa traced her bare, exposed slit with a fingertip as she continued.

"Coach is already talking about making her....a sophmore....Head Gymnast next year. That doesn't seem right, does it? Not with so many other girls being her senior. Girls like me. And then here you come along, crushing hard. I thought it would be easy for Jeremy to talk you into taking that bitch down a peg or two, but no....you seem to be stuck in a moral quandary."

Her finger dipped out of view and Melissa moaned softly, a breathy, excited note that couldn't help but to stir my own arousal slightly. I couldn't believe she was getting off right in front of me!

"As you can see, Mr. Bergstrom, I'm a very naughty girl. And I tend to get what I want, even if it means I have to remove the competition to get it."

Her words were like pouring ice over my head and my mind snapped back from her fingering herself back to her face with a sudden and heated scowl, "Don't you dare hurt her!"

Yet her only response was a coquettish giggle, plunging her long digit further into her moist sex before finally breathing out a response. "Hurt her? Well I suppose I could do that. Kinda like that Nancy Kerrigan/Tonya Harding thing in the 90's? Problem with that is that she got caught, even though she had her boyfriend do the job for her! No, no, no, Tyler....I'm not going to break her leg or hurt her in any way. What I'm going to do....is create an opportunity for you. If you don't want to take it, that's fine, then we'll do things my way....or Jeremy's way if you get my meaning? I was told he offered it you to the other night over food. He was so disappointed when you stormed out like that. He was just looking out for you, after all. Wouldn't it be terrible if you lost her to someone else?"

I growled fiercely then, just as upset now as I was then when Jeremy brought it up two nights ago, "I'm not going to drug her."

"Nobody says you have to sweetie. That's Jeremy's way. You can always show us how you do things......you can show me right now, if you want to?"

Rising slowly, Melissa turned and bent over, her hands grasping the armrests of the chair she had just been pleasuring herself on. One slowly reached back to tease the hem of that tiny skirt upwards. I could see the askance and hope in her eyes mixing with no shortage of youthful lust.

"Get out."

She straightened up in no time, her hands dropping to smoothen her skirt as she presented me with a little pout. It didn't last long as she giggled and pranced toward the front door. Her sweet voice dropping to a more sultry note just as it cracked open but before she slipped past to the outside.

"Remember, hun. I'm giving you an opportunity. Don't screw it up. If you do....all I have to do is find somebody else, ok?"

And then she was gone, and as soon as I could be sure she was out of sight.....I was sagging against my doorframe, reeling as my mind struggled to catch up with what had just happened.

It was going to be a loooong day.

 

[DarkWarrioress]

My head thumped lightly against the oak tree’s trunk as I withdrew an apple from my lunch bag. I really didn’t feel like eating in the dining hall with the guys. I hope they understand. It’s just… let’s just say that my classes have been trying today for some reason. Usually, I’m a really good student, done my studies, am prepared for classes but today? Today it feels like the Universe is testing me. I’m kind of glad I have swim class today. I love swimming. Plowing through the water of the pool, it takes me out of my current head space and just let’s me be free.

Then there’s Tyler. He admitted we go to the same gym, but why hadn’t I noticed him? All right, so the gym is usually filled with people, with gym rats. All of them are pretty much the same, you know? Those looking to lose something and those looking to maintain something. It was kind of nice of him to stop by my table in the library on Saturday and introduce himself, even if he did leave abruptly. I still didn’t get that. Maybe if I see him at the gym next time, I’ll ask him about it.

He was a fairly decent looking guy. A bit older than myself and he smelled good too. One of my weaknesses about the opposite sex? Their smell. If they’re wearing a cologne or after shave that makes my nose twitch, they’ve caught my attention for however long they’re in my space. His eyes reminded me of a storm.

Okay, Faith. Snap out of it. Stopping tripping over a man you don’t even know. With a sigh, I pulled out my history book. Yeah, history. I will be so glad when this semester is over. I never want to take another history class in my college life. I rolled my shoulders and winced. I must have tweaked something at the gymnastics meet on Saturday. I’m looking forward to getting back in the gym with the guys again.

“Hey Faith.”

I looked up at Ben standing beside me. When had he got there? I smiled.

“Hey Ben. What’s up?”

“I noticed you weren’t at lunch today so I came looking for you to make sure you were okay.”

The smile on my lips stayed in place, but my eyes turned quizzical.

“Sure, I’m good. I just needed a little breathing space is all.”

He knelt down on the grass beside me.

“Are you sure? You seem a bit distant lately.”

His hand shot out as if he wanted to brush the side of my cheek or my hair and I automatically jerked back. Noting my movement, his hand dropped.

“Ben, what’s up with you? What’s going on?”

“Nothing. Nothing, Faith. It’s all good. I should get going though. Catch you later?”

“Probably,” I grinned.

I watched him get to his feet and stride off. I watched him walk away. He sure has been acting funny lately. Maybe I need to check in with the other guys. Maybe something was up.

Swim class was my last class of the day and boy, did I need it. Coach put us through a grueling pace, which was fine with me. When class was over, I just wanted to go back to my apartment, take a shower and crash.

I came out of the locker room and headed for the parking lot. Up ahead, coming my way, was a pack of females and I inwardly groaned.

Oh, damn it. Melissa Schwartz and her little gaggle of bitches. They were laughing and sauntering along, taking up most of the sidewalk. I started to step aside as they got closer, but not nearly as quick as Melissa. She slammed into my shoulder, making me drop my gym bag.

“Why don’t you watch where you’re going, Greyson?”

Her gaggle of simpering sluts giggled. I simply rolled my eyes, reached down to retrieve my swim bag and didn’t even bother to answer. It wasn’t worth the trouble of breathing in her direction. I knew she wasn’t happy with our gymnastics coach. Not my problem. I kept walking. Whatever Melissa said to her girls had them laughing again. What. The. Fuck. Ever.

 

[dryfter]

I went about the rest of my day prepared for the worst. Thank god this town had a Starbucks in it, a nice quiet place I could settle down with my laptop and so some of my usual day trading while sipping on a caramel heavy mocha espresso. My portfolio was growing at an impressive rate, almost as large as the inbox of my emails. It didn't even put me in my usual bad mood to go through them all this morning. Anything to keep my mind off of the little tramp that had decided to pay me a visit this morning. She was certainly easy on the eyes. I could have real easily closed my eyes and imagined it was Faith clenched tight around me as I took her offer and railed the little bitch as she bent over for me.

But I knew that would just be playing her game. But I was already, wasn't I? It still amazed me even now just how easily she had gotten to me.

Spam, spam, bank account statement, spam, spam, spam. I had tried unsuccessfully to unsubscribe from Zillow a few times now. I had a house now and didn't need their services anymore, so why couldn't they understand that? Spam, spam, spam, investors meeting, spam, spam, wait.....investors meeting? Better go back to that one. I take a long drag from my cup as I read the invitation. Just as I thought, someone wants to get us all together to preach to us the future of the new data center. That should be about as much fun as waiting for water to boil. All I really cared about were the residuals and dividends.

Despite my tension, nothing would happen in the next two weeks. There had been no more sightings of Melissa. Perhaps she was leaving Jeremy's house at different times to avoid me. I actually caught myself grinning to myself as I thought it just as likely that she was giving him blue balls for not successfully dealing his illegal substances to me in her apparent attempt to sabotage Faith's athletic career. But that would defeat the purpose of having a sugar daddy, wouldn't it? And Melissa struck me as a girl who definitely liked her money. Maybe that was what had triggered my instincts to avoid her honey trap. Either way, it didn't involve me. All I had to do was keep an eye out for anything that might suddenly change, warning signs.

Yet everything ran like clockwork. Every other day, Faith was at the gym in the evenings, almost always with at least one of her guy friends. On a few occasions, she actually tried to talk to me now that she knew who I was. It was nice. Felt like I didn't have to be quite so covert when I watched her go through her varied routines. I even managed to glean the location of one of her swim meets. Since it was local, I tossed and turned at night for multiple evenings debating if I should attend. I knew more than anything how I would love to see her glistening with moisture as she emerged from the local pool, her swimsuit clinging to her and leaving nearly nothing to the imagination. She already wore her gym clothes tight sure, but there was something about seeing her soaked from head to toe, panting from strained exertion. The fantasy I had of her in the woman's shower room weeks ago sprang immediately back to mind. The clothes and the swimsuit were nice.....but I was certain she'd look even better without them. Ultimately, as I knew it would be, it proved too much of a temptation and I attended. More lotion that night, and way more Kleenex. My little swimmers had to be so disappointed.

 

[dryfter]

The meeting went on and on. Pie charts, graphs, and an overconfident CEO proclaiming to all of us the brightness of the future and just how smart and wise we were to invest. I could about puke. It didn't help that I was stuck in a conference room with roughly 11 other men listening to this scrub crow about how he had everything under control and development was proceeding on time. Things got tense for a moment when it was revealed that I had driven out to the job site to see for myself how things were coming along. I just shrugged and played it off as the idle curiosity it was, instead asking them all why they hadn't at least taken that much time out of their days to do the same. I guess someone more or less just got worried that I was there to potentially micromanage something. I assured everyone involved that such a thing wasn't my style. Not as much as verifying that things were actually proceeding as smoothly as I was being told. The CEO flinched a little and I saw his smile waver.

After it was all over, it was time for an expensive company paid meal at a local steakhouse and a whole lot of mingling. I'm not sure why they felt I needed to get to know everyone, so I did what I did best...find a corner and observe. At least my steak had come medium rare, the seasoning was exceptional as well. Helped to take my mind off of the dreariness of this whole affair. Not for the first time, I wondered to myself if this is why my miser like father had hoarded his money rather than spend it, all to avoid people like these. Still, you can't take it with you, and now it was part of my walk of life. Swallowing the tender meat, I look up quizzically as a staunch older man in a suit fairly similar to my own shuffled slowly towards me. Something about this city didn't like letting me take my meals alone.

A stubby fingered hand lifted nervously to his scalp, as if to check that his hair was parted correctly before sitting down. The only problem being that his greying hair had long ago receded far past the point of being parted neatly with a comb. Again, the chair across from me was pulled out and I had an uninvited guest. This sparked memories of the diner with Jeremy so I tried my best to not let it show on my face. Hopefully this conversation would go a little better.

"Good evening, Mr. Bergstrom. Or should I call you, Tyler?"

"Tyler's fine, Mr.?"

"Schwartz. Martin Schwartz. I heard you met with my daughter a few weeks ago."

So much for my hopes. I tried not to let my apprehensions show on my face.

"Indeed. I had hoped as her parent you would have at least taught her how to dress properly. Apparently, she keeps forgetting her underwear when she goes out for the day."

The stodgy man frowned slightly, settling himself back into his chair, "My apologies, Tyler. I'll be sure to have words with her. I hope you understand how rebellious children can be these days."

I nod slightly, spearing a fork into another bite of the steak, managing to skewer a slice of mushroom and caramelized onion in the same movement.

"How can I help you, Martin?"

A soft smile played across the old man's lips then, a cagey, knowing grin as he regarded me much like I regarded the piece of meat on the end of my fork.

"I hope you've given some thought to what my daughter spoke to you about."

I paused right before taking the bite, locking eyes with the man across from me before slowly and deliberately setting the tableware down.

"Why don't you tell me what this is really about?"

The old man laughed then, and not just a chuckle either, but a nice hearty guffaw. Waving a thick hand, a concierge came over almost immediately with an expectant look.

"Cognac please. I believe you're familiar with the one I like, and whatever Mr. Bergstrom is drinking." I could feel the man's look move immediately over to me.

"Bourbon. Maker's Mark if you have it, I don't need anything terribly expensive, just something that will go good with the steak." The concierge nodded and whisked away to fulfill the order.

"I've looked into you, Tyler. I'm a lot like my daughter, you see. I don't like competition."

Well fuck. I looked down at the steak with almost pity. Was I even going to be able to finish this glorious slab of meat that was rapidly becoming the highlight of my evening? Or was I going to have to leave another plate abandoned due to some asshole completely turning my appetite off like it had a switch.

"Inherited quite the sum of money didn't you?," Martin didn't waste a second in taking a sip of drink the moment they arrived. The concierge clearly didn't waste time.

"You're no doubt wondering how I know, so I'll tell you. Quite frankly, I own the bank you have it all in. A little research and it seems you have quite an investment portfolio as well. Very diverse. Hard to crush. If you know what I mean."

There was a steely glint in his eyes then, but if he thought he was going to get a reaction out of me, this man was sorely mistaken. I was certainly not unused to intimidation, though I'll admit that Martin had it in spades. I could hardly imagine my own look then when the seriousness upon his face split into a wide grin, the stockier man reaching across the table in a presumed toast with me!

"And so there is much more value to be had in making you a friend rather than an enemy! That's what my instincts are telling me. For starters, if you like bourbon...I have really nice recommendations for you. My father used to drink the hell out of the stuff."

From there, the evening seemed to return to normal, well...normal with a very tense underlining of....something I couldn't quite identify. It was like I was trying to interpret everything Martin said for the rest of the night, inspecting it for any kind of hidden meaning. Turns out I didn't have to. When it came to business....the old man was just as straightforward as his daughter. I just didn't find out until we all began to file out of the restaurant in search of our vehicles. I was by and far, way more sober than most of them, but strangely so too was the older man. So just as we turned in different directions in the parking lot, I didn't have a problem hearing the last thing he said to me.

"Did you know that the person who owned your house was a little old widow woman? She used to have someone come over and check on her every so often to make sure she was still ok. Who better to do that than her neighbor? And when she finally was moved into hospice care.....I wonder where that spare key went?"

I tensed suddenly, spinning on my heel to pin Martin with an incredulous look, only to see that now familiar wide grin of his.

"Enjoy my present, ok?"

 

[dryfter]

Patience. That was all it would take, though she admittedly had less time to sit around than Tyler did. It helped that she had one advantage over the young entrepreneur.

Melissa had been watching Faith for far longer. She was aware within hours the day the chestnut-haired tomboy decided that late night workouts were better for her because there was less noise with less people around. It had been easy enough to keep tabs on her to the point that now she knew where the competition lived, her routine, her friends, and lately....who else had taken an interest in her. There were plenty, many more than Faith herself even knew. While the gymnast couldn't see the sideways glances her so called friends were casting at her, Melissa could. Oh, she could, and it made her smile.

One of the girls on the swim team Faith also frequently competed for was rumored to be quite the slut. A few whispers of a few made up rumors, and suddenly Jimmy had himself a new girlfriend and a reason to keep her. All it took was information that he seemed happy to provide. And that was how she had first learned about the new guy in town and how he just so happened to have it bad for her hated competition. Not that it mattered at first, just another dumb guy with weird tastes.

And just when everything seemed to fall into place to give the little bitch her comeuppance, her little fucktoy Jeremy made things so much better. So much more interesting! And it had all started over a simple little diner conversation. Of course, nobody but Melissa and her dad knew that Jeremy was making his own little fortune being the middleman for the myriad drugs coming into the city. Drugs were always in demand whether it was the poor and homeless, or the party going crowds at the local college. It didn't hurt that a little of that money Jeremy was making made it back to her. It wasn't that she needed it. She just liked the control she had over her poor feckless lover. And what would it hurt? She was on the pill, and Melissa strongly doubted anything that came out of Jeremy would breach that tiny less than one percent chance to ruin the future she was angling for.

Her face fell into deep thought again, not for the first time that day. She had dreams of her own after all. And the Olympics were surely out of question if she couldn't even manage to beat one small chested tomboy at her own sport. But then good memories came flooding back, and her good humor came with it. Jeremy had turned out to be useful for more than just some extra cash and the occasional sexual romp. Her heart had almost leapt in her chest when he had repeated to her what Mr. Bergstrom had said to him at the diner.

"Not that I wouldn't mind owning her though."

Melissa shivered and grinned wickedly, the thought making her so deliciously moist. When that happened to this extent.....well, Jeremy tended to like what happens next.

"Who'd have thought you were that into her?"

It was perfect. Perfect enough for her to scrap all her previous plans for this one chance. Instead of spiked drinks on Call of Duty night turning into a wild and dangerous orgy as her "friends" all of a sudden are released from their inhibitions and show her how they really feel about poor Faith. This would be so much better. Eventually the drugs would wear off and then what? Well, either the bitch got pregnant and dropped out of gymnastics, swimming and probably college all together.

Or nothing comes of it, the boys realize they've been tampered with, and then she'd have to deal with the investigation. And just like she had mentioned to Tyler weeks ago....she had no intentions of getting caught. No, it was so much better to give her to someone like that. Even if he is somewhat of a closet dom. For a moment, Melissa's fingers traced across her still bare pussy, teasing the now damp lips with the soft touch of a fingertip. It was kind of exciting to think about what that would be like. What Faith would be experiencing in the near future. It certainly earned a soft, yet wicked smile from her nasty teammate. Maybe she'd still have something to be jealous about. The thought of being tamed wasn't bad at all. It'd just take a stronger man than what she took Mr. Bergstrom for to do be the one who finally put her in her place. Perhaps one day after her dreams that burned so brightly now were lauded as glorious moments of the past.

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Later that evening, she took a look at their surroundings. A duplex house rented out to college kids. Well at least it wasn't the men's dorm. That certainly would have made things more complicated. Melissa could feel her own self satisfied smirk against the thin fabric of the black balaclava mask she and her new "friends" were wearing. Glancing down, it seemed that the bodysuit clung nicely to her shapely fingers. With a silent grin, she couldn't help but think that she even made black look good. Though she certainly wished Tyler had appreciated that tiny little skirt she had worn just for him. That was neither here nor there. Patience and silence ruled now as the five of them waited, the wailing of defeat and laughter, swearing and other vulgarity could be heard muffled by the walls of the building.

Call of Duty night. Regular as clockwork. Only tonight would be a little different. While the boys were more than happy to have her presence, they rarely escorted her home when she decided it was time to leave, usually choosing to keep playing amongst themselves. If tonight was one of those rare times that went against the norm, the plan was off. Patience was key after all.

They had held their positions for hours, having discreetly followed Faith from the moment she left the gym, went home to freshen up, and ultimately end up at game night. Now, as the darkness outside abated ever so slightly by the bright hallway light she stood silhouetted in, they all waited in anticipation as their target waved goodbye and gave her last well wishes.

She never made it to her car and they were upon her. The soft sharp crackle of electricity, and the smell of ozone as the stungun pressed firmly against her hip went off as another's hands clamped a cloth firmly across her pretty little mouth. She herself didn't have a single hand in it, taking care not to be seen in the shadows she hung out in. As much as she wanted to, Melissa couldn't risk being recognized. Besides....her father's men were very good at their job. The cloth taken away and replaced by a small, black rubber ball as Faith gasped for air. She was already being loaded into the back of the van they had brought. Inky black zip ties binding her wrists and ankles as tightly as the leather strap they had cinched tight enough that it had to dig into her scalp. That ball gag was going nowhere. No hopes of spitting that thing out.

From there, Melissa knew exactly what would happen next even if she couldn't see it. If the little gym rat recovered from her stunning in time, she'd find herself overpowered as her four assailants bent her into a tight fetal position....before cramming her into the small wooden crate they had brought with them, barely big enough to allow even her own thin frame inside. There wouldn't be room at all for thrashing and banging that might create awkward moments. Of course, they were told to be rough with her if they had to....encouraged to get a good feel if they liked. But each of them had been warned to not take it too far.

She was a present after all.

Long moments that seemed to stretch into eternity. When she had nothing left but her imagination as to what was going on inside the van, Melissa instead turned her attention to monitoring the frat house. Not that she was real worried. Truth be told, she had a deal in place there too. Another wicked grin lost to the world beneath the mask. That was going to be fun too. It was important to have a good working relationship with people. Daddy said so.

Finally, the back doors of the van opened up once more. Four black clad men and a box. Perfect. Silently one lone member of the team approached her.

"Found these in her pocket. Here."

Car keys. Wouldn't be good to leave that here. But that was planned for too, and was the real reason she was here. In return, she pressed a slip of paper and a lone key into the awaiting hand.

"Address and house key. Leave her in the basement."

As they both drove off, Melissa removed the mask as soon as she was out of the glare of the street lights. It wasn't like she needed to worry about a security camera, she'd even looked into that too. Parking the little tramp's car outside her own apartment, her own car waiting mere blocks away, and it was off to Jeremy's house.

She was way too wet to not get some action tonight. She only hoped that her lover was ready to see her get really wild.

 

[DarkWarrioress]

It happened so fast that nothing registered. After spending the evening with the guys playing Call of Duty, I was gently closing their front door behind me, calling out my good nights. Then it felt like my whole body short-wired. My body convulsed even as it dropped to the concrete sidewalk, then mercifully (or otherwise) I found my consciousness whisked into the inky abyss and knew nothing further.

Feelings. Bodily feelings. Like… I was cramped and couldn’t stretch, in fact, couldn’t move. My tongue licked across something stuffed in my mouth and I couldn’t spit it out. My eyes blinked. Once. Twice. Then opened. It was dark and confined. My head felt full of cotton wool and was pounding against my skull from the inside. I could taste fear on the back of my tongue. It was trying to overwhelm me and was succeeding. What the hell had happened to me and where was I? My hair was seemingly plastered to my scalp. Wherever it was, it was hot. My knees were drawn against my chest. My hands seemed to be tied together and I couldn’t get them loose, no matter how hard I tried, which wasn’t saying much. I softly moaned around whatever was lodged in my mouth. It was dark. So dark. I had air flow though I didn’t know how much or where it was coming from, but I could feel it breeze over my skin that was exposed by my short-sleeve, button down shirt I was wearing.

I tried to kick my feet out, but they must be bound too and there wasn’t enough room in where I was that allowed for any kind of leverage that would enable me to do so effectively. My body was barely able to rock in small jerks, affecting nothing. My arms I could feel pinned to my sides, against the sides of my drawn-up legs. I could now see, though barely, that my wrists were bound with a zip tie. My breath was coming in short puffs as panic started to overpower me. It took every last ounce of willpower and self-control I had to stuff it back down. God, my head hurt. It was beginning to throb something fierce. I could feel hot tears trek down my cheeks. I have never, ever, felt so helpless in my life. Who would have done this to me? And why? I couldn’t recall having made any enemies.

I kept trying to break loose. I kept trying to yell. Both of which were lessons in futility. “You never fail until you stop trying.” Why that quote by Albert Einstein suddenly came to mind. Of all the strangest times. However, I was tired, hurting and my energy levels were at an all time low. My head rested back against something solid behind me.

“Please, please, please… someone get me out of here, wherever here was.” My silent prayer.

My eyes closed and I whimpered from my throat like the wounded animal I had oh, so recently become.

 

[dryfter]

The drive home had been nothing short of a miracle. Not only had I some how resisted the urge to pull out of that parking lot an a cacophony of screaming tires and burnt rubber, I had also actually managed to keep it within speed limits as I drove the winding city streets back to my own little piece of suburbia. Not that it held any comfort anymore, certainly not if Martin's last words held true. I silently vowed to get every fucking lock replaced. Tomorrow.

I whipped the Yukon into the driveway and killed the lights. For the first time since leaving the investor meeting, I paused. Just what awaited me here now? What if someone was still inside? Sure I had guns, but they were all inside and presumably at the mercy of whomever had been snooping around in my absence. At a glance everything seemed undisturbed, exactly the way I found it, all lights were off and there was no indication anyone lay in wait for me. But why trust it?

A touch of a button on my truck visor and darkness erupted into light and sound as my garage door opened with a rumble, letting pretty much the whole neighborhood know exactly what hour I had made it home. Sliding from my seat, I locked the truck up behind me and made my way inside, making sure to close the garage behind me. Reaching to my left, I snagged a shovel as I passed by. I had always found it convenient to have an adjoining garage, but now I had to wonder if there really had been intruders, if this had been how they let themselves in. Thankfully, even the house door from the garage had been locked, probably because I didn't use it often. With the soft jingling of keys, I felt the automatic lights behind me beginning to dim as their timer ticked down. A moment later, and I was stepping into the small alcove that connected to my dining room. My grip on the shovel handle tightened.

Room by room, I moved as silently as I could through the darkness, straining my eyes for any movement. It felt like hours had passed beneath the tension I felt, and yet no matter how I strained, I couldn't see or hear anything out of the ordinary. The living room, the dining room, the kitchen, even my study all seemed completely normal. On a whim, I decided to go to the master bedroom. The walk-in closet had a safe that housed a few valuables as well as some documents of import. If there had been a thief, that would be the most likely target. My breath caught for just a moment as I reached around the wall, shovel held neatly in my other hand, and hit the light switch.

Silence. I peered into the familiarity I had created myself. The huge chest of drawers on the wall farthest from me, the spacious walk-in closet, the king-sized bed I loved to lounge on until I fell asleep every night. It was there that I saw it: A small square of manila like paper placed neatly on my pillow. My mouth went dry as I approached slowly. Someone had been here in my absence. Drawing closer, I could see that it was a paper sleeve for a homemade DVD. Written on its surface were two words: WATCH ME.

Dumbfounded, I set the shovel down upon the bed, reaching for the flimsy thing. I wasn't sure why, but I had a bad feeling about this. Still, my eyes sought out the dvd player I had just feet away. Manually turning both it and the flatscreen TV it was attached to on before inserting the disc.

Almost immediately, my bedroom was filled with sounds of sex, even before the picture came in. When it did, my jaw dropped. There was someone I recognized well enough on screen. One of the guys Faith was always with. A woman I didn't recognize rode him wildly as he grinned and gave a thumbs up to the camera before bringing his big hand back to settle on the girl's hip. In the background, another girl had been laid back over what looked to be a dining room table, another thick bodied male between her thighs, grinding hard and grunting with each brutal thrust. It was her cries that I had heard at first, and not of pain either, rather the lass was practically begging him to go harder and deeper.

"Are you close?"

The red-haired girl doing the riding nodded vigorously, even from here I could see her pussy clutching around her lover's cock as she rode him for all he was worth.

"Are you on the pill?"

"No," came the soft whisper.

"You should probably get off of him then."

The one asking the questions. A female voice I had only heard once, but knew all too well. Melissa. The camera holder was Melissa, I was sure of it. Even as I continued to watch the scene unfold before me. The camera got a close up of the pretty redhead's face. She seemed to be at the pinnacle of arousal, but to me something was off. It was when she finally turned to the camara to whisper, "Fuck off, I'm having fun," that I realized it. Her wildly dialated pupils. This girl was definitely on something.

"Naughty girl. Well then, let's show her what happens to naughty girls, right Paul?"

It didn't take long for a monstrous climax to rip through the slender girl's body, leaving her shaking and trembling, yet not slowing down in the least. I could tell, because despite the noise she was making, the camara zoomed in on her drenched pussy rather than her face. Just in time to see strings of white beginning to ooze out from their coupling.

"So warm...." was the last thing I heard before the camara blurred, no doubt unable to keep up with the speed of its owner as she moved across the room. Next thing I knew I was being treated to a close up view of the other two lovebirds that had been going at it missionary style on the table. Just in time too, as the young man suddenly lurched forward with a satisfied growl, burying himself as deeply as he could go in the velvety tunnel of the girl beneath him as she cried out in pure bliss, her legs and thin arms both coming to wrap around him from behind.

"Poor girl. He didn't even give you a choice. Not that you would have changed a thing anyway, now would you?"

With that, the camara finally turned around so I could see her, the voice behind it all and the face that I knew matched it. Even then, I was hardly prepared to see Melissa completely naked herself, or the man I had come to know as Ben already moving behind her, pushing her down and over something I couldn't quite see until just her face was in the picture. A second later, and a sexy little grunt told me that Ben had found his cock a new tight little home.

"If you were wondering. The two girls you saw before? Those are Faith's roommates. We'll be taking real good care of them for the rest of the night. Oh, and this was taken in advance, so even if you left now there is no saving them. They probably won't remember a thing when they wake up, so I'm sure some questions will be asked when they start getting sick in the morning about a month from now. But that doesn't concern you, now does it?"

A saucy flip of her hair as she took a moment to encourage the man behind her. Seconds later and she was speaking between grunts, that wicked smile of hers never faltering even for a moment as she let her tongue out to wet her lips.

"All you need to know is that Faith doesn't have a home to come back to now. These girls will be dropping out of school soon enough. I'd encourage you to make sure she does the same. Feel free to let her see this video if you really want to take a run at breaking her. Oh, and I should let you know one more thing before I go."

I could feel myself tense up. Hanging on the words that were coming next.

"This isn't your present, dumbass. We left that for you in the basement. Have a nice evening!"

Black screen. The video killed. Silence reigned once more. Numb, I stood back up from where I had sat on the edge of my bed. The basement? What the hell? Nothing was down there but cold and dark. I hadn't done a thing with it yet. I had thought to build a home gym down there, but then my temporary membership at Planet Fitness had turned way more permanent when I had discovered Faith.

 

[dryfter]

Faith. The one variable that had been missing in that whole video had been Faith. I hurried through the house and back to the alcove in the dining room. Straight would take me back out to the garage, so instead I turned left and ripped the door open, hitting the light switch at the top of the stairs.

A large wooden crate. Dominant in an otherwise empty space save for my washer and dryer. Clearly out of place. I could feel my breath quicken as I slowly descended the stairs. As the last one of them fell away and I found myself on solid concrete, I stalked slowly around the mysterious box, mouth so dry I was glad I wasn't in the mood for talking at the moment. It was small, compact, but even I could tell that there were small, distinctive holes cut into the side marked TOP in construction orange paint. The wood had been fastened together with brass screws like professional freight. No matter, I had an electric screwdriver in the garage. My heart leapt just a little as I imagined a soft thumping coming from inside the crate in response to my fading footsteps.

A few long minutes later, and I headed back down. A red Old Milwaukee electric screwdriver in one hand and the case of different bit sizes in the other. It was all I could do to keep my hands steady as one after another, the screws came out. As the last one came undone, I took a deep breath, steeling myself. Fearing, hoping, knowing what would be inside. The lid lifted slowly away, revealing the true prize beneath. A tired, scared, tear-streaked little tomboy.....all trussed up nicely and ready to be devoured.

"Good evening, Faith."

For a moment, I just stared at her, knowing full well that our eyes met. This time I didn't flinch away from her gaze, instead drinking it in.

"Let's get you out of there."

Gently I reached for her then. Fuck, they had packed her in there tight. But there was still room for me to get my arms around her and lift. She weighed less than I thought, which was good because it became very clear that her arms and legs were bound. That wouldn't do, though I had to admit that the ball gag was hot as fuck. I'd always wondered what she would look like with something shoved deep in her mouth. I took a moment to run a thumb through the shimmering tracks her tears had created, cradling her softly in my arms as I princess carried her up from the basement.

"We'll need something to cut those zip ties off of you, so hold tight, ok?"

Of course she didn't answer me. Not with the ball gag in place. I wasn't ready to free her of that yet. Her grunted attempts to communicate with me were kind of turning me on.

 

[DarkWarrioress]

That voice. I knew that voice. The lid to the container I had been stuffed into was lifted and with it, light. Glorius light that was now trying to blind me. I squeezed my eyes shut and kept them that way. It took a bit of doing on Tyler’s part to get me out of my confinement, but he managed. I wanted to hug him. he carried me up the stairs to…. Where the hell were we anyway? I tried to talk around this damn thing in my mouth, but of course, that wasn’t working out well.

"We'll need something to cut those zip ties off of you, so hold tight, ok?"

Wait, what?! No. Come back. Take this damn thing out of my mouth. Tyler!.... TYLER!!! Come back. Of course, this was all mentally said and like he could hear me. Could the man at least read my eyes? I would have stomped my foot but, hey, secured. Well, fuuuuuck. While Tyler was off chasing down what? A pair of scissors? Hopefully. I tried not to whine, but my legs and arms were cramping. I also was trying to use my brain and figure out why anyone would want to do this to me and how did Tyler find me? Either my brain wasn’t functioning completely or this whole scenario sounded sketchy.

I remember Game Night with the guys. My team and I had trounced the other team for like the third time when I called it a night. I still had some studying to catch up on. I remember going out the door, as we all called out our good-nights. The door closed and I started out to my car when it happened. It felt like my whole nervous system just went stir-crazy. Like, someone had shoved it into a light socket. I remember going down and then it was lights out. Maybe that had been a mercy. The jury’s still out on that one though.

When I came to, I was in that dark cramped space, which I now knew had been a wooden crate. Like a…a… shipping crate. Who the damn fuck had it out for me and why? Somebody had to. I was a nobody. Just this girl going to college. It wasn’t as if I was popular like, ugh, Melissa and her little gang. I froze. Then gave a little shrug. Naw, she wouldn’t have the balls to do something like this…….would she? If not that little fucking socialite, then who? And why? My brain was starting to hurt just thinking about this mess.

I squirmed and Tyler must have set me on the edge of his couch because the next thing I knew, my face was planted in the soft cushions and I was balancing on my knees, wobbling. Trying like hell not to fall over because god knew where that would put me. Thank goodness for my sense of balance and courtesy of my training. I didn’t even want to try to rock myself into a better position because I wasn’t even sure of my location. Well, Fuck My Life. Giving an inward sigh, I was just going to have to settle down and wait for Tyler to come back with a pair of scissors… or something.

And this damn ball gag? Yeah, I figured it out. I had had plenty of time to run the tip of my tongue around the part wedged into my mouth. Fuckers. I could kill them all right about now.

And speaking of Tyler, where the HELL was he????

 

[dryfter]

I took my time carrying Faith. Reaching the top of the steps, I threaded my way through the house and gently set her down on the side of my living room couch before heading straight back out to the garage. The electric screwdriver's return could wait for now, I silently reminded myself of the shovel still in the bedroom too. It would be best to get those rounded up soon. But for now, I found myself rifling through my toolbox once more for a pair of sturdy wire cutters. Overkill sure, but these should do the trick.

I returned to the living room to be presented with the extremely erotic sight of Faith. Her head down, ass up, as if offering herself to me. That sexy little ass of her weaving slightly from side to side as she struggled to maintain her balance. Silently, I shrugged out of my suit coat I had been wearing up until now, sliding the wire cutters into the pocket of my dress slacks as I reached for her once more. A moment later and she was in my arms again and we were moving once more. There was only one room in the house that was suited for the plans I had for her....

"Here we go, Faith."

I softly deposited her on the large bed, taking the time to move the shovel I had brought earlier and lean it up against a nearby wall. I silently reached to turn off the TV and dvd player as I reached for the wire cutters in my pocket. It wouldn't do to have her see all that just yet after all.

"Good girl, now hold still."

I could tell she was frantically trying to figure out what was going on. Kneeling by the edge of the bed, I reached for the zip tie binding her ankles together. I could just about imagine how her struggling had caused the thick plastic to bite into her perfect flesh. For a moment, the chill of cold steel pressed against her then, a sharp click and she was free from the waist down. But where there should have been gratitude showing in her eyes, I found only the expected bewilderment and confusion. I knew it would be there. Faith was a smart girl after all. Why hadn't I removed the ball gag first? Or freed her hands?

"So beautiful and perfect."

A firm hand moved to stroke her, sliding almost casually along one thigh even as she moved to stretch in response to her time in confinement. She must be sore indeed after all that rough treatment. But that was ok. I was here to make her feel better.

"I've had my eyes on you for a long time, Faith. And now I finally have you."

All this time, everyone around her had hid their desire, their hunger, what few advances had been made on her had been easily brushed aside or ignored. I could tell that at this moment, I had her undivided attention even as I could feel her legs slam shut almost instantly. It mattered very little to me. There was only so much she could struggle. And she would struggle. That was necessary. She would struggle, and in the end, she would be claimed anyway. But that was neither here nor there....for now.

"You really have no idea, do you? The effect you have on people."

When her thighs closed, I simply let my touch drift northward, until I was firmly cupping one of her smallish breasts through her shirt. I could feel her nipple against my palm and it had a dizzying effect. Silently, I dragged my thumb across the cloth covered nub as she tried to shrug me off and scoot away from me. She kicked out and caught me in the shoulder, her dainty foot fluttering slightly to get me right in the side of the head a second later. I turned back to her with a soft smile, raising a thumb to wipe away a small speck of blood. I could already feel the corner of my lip starting to swell from the blow.

"All those boys at the gym. Touching you, stroking you as the play the part of your spotter. How many cocks does this tight little body of your make hard on a daily basis, Faith?"

I reached for the foot that kicked me, fingers seizing upon a slender ankle and just waiting for the other to strike. I have to fend for myself beneath a sudden flurry of kicks, several of which land painfully upon thighs and chest. I can guess what you're aiming for, but I've turned sideways just enough to make it a difficult target for you. Instead, I slowly remove the shoe from the foot I do have, stripping the sock from you a moment later and smiling as I imagine what you're thinking, or at least trying to say through that black rubber ball. Our eyes meet, and I watch closely your reaction as I run your now naked foot across the pronounced bulge in the front of my pants.

"This is what you do to those poor boys, Faith. And you have no idea, do you?"

I press you hard against me. Can you feel the heat through the fabric? I release you just as quickly, backing a safe distance away, but only momentarily.

"You know what I think? I think you're of the opinion that you're not desirable, Faith. So you just try to be one of the guys, instead. But you're not one of the guys, are you?"

My touch returns as I loom over you, caressing and stroking wherever you leave unguarded. Putting my body weight on your chest, I pin you momentarily, only to plant a tender kiss on the tip of your nose.

"You shouldn't thrash around so much. You're leaving yourself open."

As if to prove my point, a firm hand slides suddenly between your flailing legs to cup your sex through your shorts. My fingers already kneading, stimulating, fueling my sordid imagination and leaving me drunk on this temporary dominance. Am I the first person to touch you here? Have you even touched yourself?

"I'm going to make you mine now, Faith. It doesn't matter how long it takes. I'll teach you what it means to be a woman. For someone so oblivious to lust, I think its time you experienced a little of it"

 

[DarkWarrioress]

My brain was fried. I didn’t know if I was coming or going and I was still trying to figure out what Tyler’s deal in all this was. I watched as he set me down on a large bed and proceeded to use wire cutters on the zip tie (yeah, I finally got to see what those bastards used to bind me with) around my ankles. I was still glaring at him though. The gag was still in my mouth. However, I soon forgot about that as the zip tie was cut loose. I bit my lip to keep from screaming as the blood rushed back into my ankles.

"I've had my eyes on you for a long time, Faith. And now I finally have you."

Now the dude was starting to sound creepy. I continued to sit there and listen to him. Well, I had little choice in the matter, didn’t I? My eyes watched silently as he removed one of my tennis shoes then as you guided my foot over your crotch. I tried to yank my foot away but you had too firm of a hold on it. Well, at least you were smart enough to back away from me to a safe distance.

My eyes tracked you as you came close again, only this time, you put your body weight on me and I could feel the fear bubbling up toward the surface again, lodging somewhere in my throat. Your hand slides between my legs, touching me in my most intimate place and it has my feet trying to find purchase on the bed as I try to back away from you. My back comes up against the headboard of the bed and there’s no place else for me go. No place to escape from you. I want to scream. To yell at you to back away, but what good is it going to do me? The words are just going to lodge in my throat with nowhere to release. My eyes plead with you to set me free. To let me go. In that moment, I know that even if I had my voice restored, my pleas would fall on deaf ears.

"I'm going to make you mine now, Faith. It doesn't matter how long it takes. I'll teach you what it means to be a woman. For someone so oblivious to lust, I think its time you experienced a little of it"

Your words don’t fall on deaf ears. I hear every one of them and they send a cold chill down my spine. I can feel the tears form in my eyes and no matter how much I try to will them back, they aren’t listening. Slowly they drift down my cheeks and my eyes close. I can’t bear to look at you. I don’t want to see myself reflected in your eyes. To see myself as weak and helpless.

There has to come time, an opportunity to escape you. To escape this madness. All I can do is close my eyes and pray. Pray that when that opportunity arises, it won’t be too late.

 

[dryfter]

"Remember, hun. I'm giving you an opportunity. Don't screw it up. If you do....all I have to do is find somebody else, ok?"

I flinch slightly as I drink in the look on your face, the slow trail of your tears as they begin their glistening descent from your normally beautiful eyes. But just as I begin to waver, Melissa's words come hauntingly back to me. This is your fate. The only variable is who gets to own you in the end. For a moment, I correct myself as there is no assurance that anyone else other than me wouldn't just use you for their own pleasure and dump you back out on the street. I won't do that to you. Not that it matters right now, nor would you believe me if I told you.

My fingers dig slightly into the hem of your shorts, eagerly catching on the more flimsy cloth beneath as well. I barely give you a chance to react and I'm pulling them down. Some thrashing and resistance is expected, but I'm not about to give up until you're completely free of them. I frown softly at the pronounced mark on your hip. I can about guess from there how they had managed to get you stuffed in that crate.

"That must have hurt...."

Gently, I lean forward, letting my warm, moist tongue slide across the still sensitive burn mark where the stun gun had nailed you. You taste amazing, almost fresh, just a slight tang of sweat from laying in that stuffy crate for as long as you did. Even more arousing was your scent, my free hand now sliding smoothly across your bare belly as I give you another soft caress of my tongue. Another moment later, and I was drifting kisses across its flat expanse as well, dipping even lower as you writhe. Everything about you is fascinating, and I take my time enjoying every last contour, feeling your muscles bunch and tense beneath my inquisitive tongue.

Long moments passed as I seemed dedicated to making you squirm, yet we both knew what this was eventually leading to. My hand settling on one of your knees only confirmed it.

"I hope you're ready for this, Faith."

And yet, I had retained most of my clothing. Even as I struggled to prize open the tawny thighs of the chestnut-haired angel beneath me. I could almost hear you groan as I finally settled myself between them.

"A battle well fought. And now for my prize...and yours."

My face darting forward, I watch you carefully as I slowly begin tonguing you again, only this time in a much more sensitive place and in a much more teasing way. I was going to make you feel pleasure whether you wanted to or not.

And we had all night.

Eventually a firm hand came to settle on your belly as teasingly little nips and licks became long, languid strokes of my tongue. I sought out your prized little bud, and teasingly circled it before suckling on it gently, coaxing it out of its fleshy hood. Each response, each gasp or trembling, could be felt as your taut belly moved beneath my touch. It helped serve to keep you in place as well, not letting you squirm away. Your retreat had been cut off by the headboard, and even now, I sought to maintain eye contact with you even as I brought you delicious torment. When I thought I felt you quiver for the first time, my free hand finally slid upward, a lone fingertip gently tracing the edges of your now moist entrance.

"You taste so good, Faith."

I hummed my appreciation directly onto your stiffened little button, eagerly drinking in your every reaction. I knew that eventually your body would betray you, and I wanted to witness it first-hand when it did.

 

[DarkWarrioress]

I think my brain has left the building or maybe it’s shock. Maybe it’s disbelief. All I do know for sure is I’m here, a prisoner of a man I barely know and one, from what I can ascertain, has been stalking and apparently, lusting after me. Why, I haven’t got a clue. I’m nothing. Nobody. I don’t stand put like a lot of those other girls at college.

I see your fingertips at the hem of my shorts and find myself biting my bottom lip as I watch you closely. What are you planning? As your fingers start to pull down my shorts and my underwear as well, my legs start to kick out. No. NO. NO! Don’t touch me! I can’t say the words aloud because of the gag still in my mouth. Asshole. I have to rely on my eyes to speak for me. I can’t even gain any traction on this bed and not that, that would do any good. My back is firmly pressed against the headboard.

My body finches as your tongue touches the taser mark left behind from the action of those jerks. One of your hands flutters across my stomach, I can feel the muscles there tighten as you do. I try to twist my body sideways to avoid your lips settling across that expanse, but I can’t. I feel so damn helpless to stop this. Any of this. Your hand lands on my knee, I can see the intent written in your eyes even before you speak. No..no…no.. this can’t be happening.

"I hope you're ready for this, Faith."

I’m not ready for any of this. What’s ironic? I was attracted to you. I was hoping to get to know you better. Now this. I’m coming to see you in a whole different light and my stomach is roiling. Your body settles between my legs and panic fills me. Tendrils of it flares throughout my body. I try to twist and turn my hips but to no avail.

"A battle well fought. And now for my prize...and yours."

Are you insane? There is no “prize” in this for me, but I was suspecting was far worse, instead, it’s your mouth I feel at the apex of my thighs. I inhale sharply as I feel your tongue tease my clit. Nobody has ever touched me there before, well, except for myself and even those times were far and few in between. Your hand lay flat on my abdomen, keeping me from trying to squirm away. Your eyes keep seeking mine out and for what purpose? I shut my eyes tightly. My body is betraying me and I hate it. I hate you for all the things you are doing to entice my body into accepting you.

I felt your finger slip upward, tracing the slick entrance to my core. My whole body trembled. In fear? In fear mixed with a growing need I didn’t comprehend. What are you doing to my body, Tyler?

"You taste so good, Faith."

My body arched off the mattress as your mouth took possession of my engorged, sensitive clit again. Every nerve ending flared. Tension coiled and snaked throughout my body.

I don’t want this! I don’t want you, Tyler. I don’t. My body is betraying me; in ways I never imagined it could. Certainly not with a stranger and you are a stranger, Tyler. God how I wish you would remove this gag from my mouth so I can tell you exactly that. I can feel my hands going numb from the zip tie. They, whoever they were, might have been a little overzealous when they tied me up. My head hit the back of the headboard in despair. I felt like a trapped animal. No, I was a trapped animal at someone else’s mercy.