Hyde and Seek

[Se7en_]

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It was another cold dark night as he sneaked up the stairs in total silent almost like a tiger. He was covered in black; black jeans, black shoes, a black leather jacket and a matching black scary mask covered his face.

His name was Mike and he was a handsome young man in his early twenties. The stairs he was climbing so silently were those of the apartment building where young beautiful Emily lives..... He grinned wickedly as he thought she won't be living there for long after the events he had planned for that day. She will come to dread this day as it would mark the start of her new life with him.

He had seen his lovely sextoy-to-be many many times in the swimming pool, in the street, in the mall, and many other places, but she was sadly almost always with her boyfriend..... He had been stalking her for around a month following her around silently to school, when she goes shopping, etc. After a few weeks it seemed to him that she was alone more often than not, not to mention that her angelic features had lost the joy they had previously. He had seen her smile multiple times through his high-powered binoculars, but not anymore. At that time, he decided to talk to her and ask her out. He sighed as he remembered the events of that day, around a week earlier.

*******

He had put on his most elegant, but simple, clothing; a striped shirt and black pants. He was handsome, well groomed, very gentle, very clever and very funny, not to mention quite rich..... "What more could a girl ask for???" ..... He kept his positive and charming attitude as he approached the lovely girl, looking sad as she sat down on one of the benches in the park, alone and looking as if all the sadness in the world was buried and locked deep in her heart.... He stood right in front of her and gave her a warm smile as he introduced himself "Hello, my name is Mike, can I sit here please?" ..... He continued to smile as he pointed at the empty area on the bench right besides her.

She looked up at him with sad, tear-filled eyes only nodding and scooting a little to the side to make some space for him which he gladly accepted and sat down besides her looking at her delicate body. It was cold so almost all of her body was covered, only her hands and face were visible, but it was more than enough for him to know she was an attractive young lady in her late teenage years. She was simply adorable, and a dream girl for any man.

Out of nowhere, he summoned a bright red flower using a neat magic trick and presented it to the delicate girl with a huge smile dancing on his lips. This caused a deep blush to form on her soft cheeks as she curiously accepted it wondering where this attractive, handsome and considerate stranger came from and what he wanted.

As if reading her mind he quickly took her right hand gently and planted a kiss on her slender fingers “I would love to get to know you more, will you go out with me? We can go drink coffee or have lunch in your choice of place”…… He gave her a warm smile and another tender kiss was planted on her fingers as he awaited her reply. He resisted licking his lips as her delicious skin and her skin were assaulting his senses, and it was a damn fine assault at that, she was sweet and her scent was intoxicating. Her eyes were pools in which a man twice as good as himself would find hard to escape.

A reply did come, but not the one he was expecting or hoping for….. Her cheeks blushed deep bright red as she was a very shy girl….. she forced a smile, and responded to him “thank you for your generous offer, but I have just broke up with the boyfriend I love so much, and I don’t think I will get over him anytime soon, but thanks again Mike”.

As he heard that, his expression changed from the gentle and friendly smile, to that of a raging bull as his face turned bright red with furious anger that she couldn't explain as she just leaned back into her seat scared at his sudden change of expression, and backed away even more as he exploded in her face “I did NOT want to have sex with you now, just a quick friendly trip to the coffee shop, and you turn ME down for that asshole who you don’t even see anymore?????”

He was having a fit of rage and struggled not to raise his hand and smack her in the middle of this public place, but his eyes were so intent on hurting her now that she turned him down, her being the first girl to ever turn him down. His eyes were burning with rage and hate as he glared down at her. His expression was gushing malice and cruelty, and he had to take multiple deep breaths just to be able to hold back and not assault her in public.

Finally, he walked away from her with a threatening look on his face that says ‘we’ll meet again; your troubles with me are way from over.’ He shot one last look at her that was more like a spear piercing right through her heart.

*******

That same day he followed her to find her house, and then watched it for a few days, discovering she actually lived alone, an easy and certainly a very attractive target. Not to mention, deserving of harsh punishment, at least in his twisted mind.

He had made plans to kidnap her and force her to accept him and become his sexslave for that infraction in the park. “She needs correcting” He thought to himself as he worked on the lock of her door. He was shrewd and easily managed to sneak up to the apartment building without being seen. Helped of course by the fact that it was three in the morning, making moving under the cover of night very easy without drawing suspicion. Glad that everyone there was asleep, he went up to her apartment and picked the lock after some effort. He then waited a little to see if the sound woke her, or anybody else up.

He got in and tiptoed around the house. Surely, at three in the morning she would be asleep as is mostly everyone else in the neighborhood. He moved around the house, knowing exactly where to go, having already sneaked in before when she was at college a few days earlier. He was surprised to not find her in her bedroom and he frowned; he was sure she walked in the house and didn’t walk back out. He scratched his head and thought maybe she fell asleep on the couch, so he walked back into the living room and saw her pretty little body splayed on the couch still fully clothed and curling up on herself with a small blanket as it was a very cold night.

He stood over her with a wide grin thinking his plan and ‘rightful’ revenge were almost coming to fruition as he brought out a small piece of cloth and some form of drug. He managed to find a drug that doesn't cause sleep, just makes one tired and weak, some sort of a strong muscle relaxant. He had spilled an extra-heavy dose on that little piece of clothing to ensure it works faster. The drug made moving limbs require a large effort, and so would make resisting very hard, when she was already a small girl with no fighting chance anyway with a strong muscular guy like him.

He wanted to kidnap her while she was awake, just completely helpless to do anything about it. He wanted to instill fear in her heart from the first moment he kidnaps her. In his mind that made the whole thing that much more fun and exciting.

He stood over her, and slowly removed the small blanket from her body, his hand ready over her mouth, it was on stand-by, ready to force the drug-soaked cloth between her delicious ruby lips as soon as she opens her mouth to scream. His other hand started to stroke her soft cheek as his calm menacing tone assaulted her ears "Wake up sleepy cheeks, your man is here"

 

[Britwitch]

Emily was doing better. She’d gotten past the eating ice cream for breakfast stage, she’d stopped watching chick-flicks on a loop and she’d actually looked at which clothes she put on. The last few weeks had been hard, really hard. Break ups sucked.

“You’re worth so much better,” She told her reflection as she brushed her shoulder length hair, it's light brown colour shining in the light, smiling back at herself a little. Finally sleeping through the night had worked wonders for her complexion which had been looking worryingly pale for the last week or so, her blue eyes looked brighter and more alive too.

Today she was going to go to the park, take a book, and escape the real world for a little while. It was something she used to love doing but hadn’t felt quite up to doing until now. The weather wasn’t as nice as she would have liked but it was sunny despite the chill in the air and it was dry.

She fastened her coat over her slim form and, picking up her bag and keys, she left her apartment heading down the street towards the park.
It was fairly quiet, the cool air keeping most visitors away. The usual dog walkers followed the paths, joggers took to their usual routes through the trees and across the rolling well-manicured lawns. Emily didn’t have to look for long to find a vacant bench and plopping herself down she began to read. After a little while the cold wind began to bite at her fingers and so she had to surrender her book and plunge her hands into her pockets. She wasn’t ready to go home yet, the fresh air felt so good. She’d been living like a hermit since the break up and she was determined to make the most of this time outside.

She sat and watched people go by, families with children, couples. Every time a couple in love strolled by Emily felt her heart ache a little more and a little more. Her face began to look a little less confident and happy, melancholy starting to creep into her thoughts.
Emily was just about to shake herself out of this low feeling and head home when a voice broke through her thoughts.

"Hello, my name is Mike, can I sit here please?"
“Of course…” She replied quietly, probably too quiet to be heard, shifting down the bench a little so that there was more than enough room for him to sit down comfortably.
All of a sudden a red flower danced before her eyes, drawing a smile from her lips that came quite of its own accord. She took it gingerly, the smile growing shy as she avoided his eyes. She felt smooth fingers take hold of her hand and raise it, oddly warm lips pressing against it for an instant. Making her cheeks flush warmer than they already were.

“I would love to get to know you more, will you go out with me? We can go drink coffee or have lunch in your choice of place.”
Emily swallowed, it was a very sweet gesture not to mention very flattering but she just wasn’t in the mood for chatting. After all, she was sure she wouldn’t make for very interesting company right then. Besides, charming or not, he was a stranger and while young, she wasn’t stupid.
“Thank you for your generous offer, but I have just broke up with the boyfriend I love so much, and I don’t think I will get over him anytime soon, but thanks again Mike”.

The words had barely left her lips when the alluring smile faded abruptly from his lips to be replaced with an almost animalistic sneer. Instinct made her lean away from him, shifting further down the bench until the arm rest prevented her from going any more.

“I did NOT want to have sex with you now, just a quick friendly trip to the coffee shop, and you turn ME down for that asshole who you don’t even see anymore?????”
Emily was trembling, looking around desperately in the hope a passer-by would intervene. This man was obviously ill, very ill. But the park around them was deserted.
“I…I’m sorry…” She tried to placate him but his rage was consuming him and she was quite certain he didn’t hear her.

After a moment or two spent glaring at her he then stalked away. Within her chest her heart was racing. It was all so…crazy, like something out of a film or a novel. When she was sure he had gone, Emily raced home. Slamming and locking the door behind her, leaning against it heavily as she fought to regain control over her breathing and prevent herself from crying. Perhaps living like a hermit was the better option after all.

*~*~*~*~*~*​

Emily had had a long day, lectures and more lectures. And then to top it all, she’d run into Dan on her way home. It had been awkward and difficult, he seemed as broken up as she did, which somehow made it worse, made it harder to ignore him and walk away. She’d come home and cried, a lot, and then taken a shower to try and unwind a little. Slipping into some comfortable old PJs she lay on the couch, blanket draped over her, watching a marathon showing of some sit-com on the television. Laughing occasionally to herself, trying to put what had happened to the back of her mind. Soon her eyes grew heavy and within a little while, she was fast asleep.

*~*~*~*~*~*​

”Wake up sleepy cheeks, your man is here.”
Emily sighed in her sleep, stretching a little as she became aware of the quiet voice and the almost soothing stroking against her cheek. Her brow creased, was this a dream, was she lost in slumber and imagining happier times. Eyes fluttered open and at first all she was aware of was a vague outline before her face. Lips half smiled before sleep dazed eyes began to focus and an unwanted face swam into view.

“What?! No! What are you-?!” The question was half formed on her lips when she felt something slightly damp push between them. She drew a breath to scream and in turn inhaled something powerful, a bitter taste spreading across her tongue as her head felt slightly strange. Her hands rose to pull the hands and whatever was in her mouth away but while she managed to lift them, she barely managed to do so. Holding his arm and pulling it seemed was never going to happen. It felt like falling asleep but with her eyes wide open. She could see him, see that evil smile, as her body grew heavier and more leaden. Emily felt as though she would sink right through the couch cushions. Her hands slipped from his and fell limply by her side on the couch. Her body useless, her eyes alive and bright with panic and fear.

 

[Se7en_]

Mike shivered as he felt the young girl's hands on his trying in vain to remove the drug-soaked cloth from her mouth. It was a valiant effort, especially with the drug in effect, but it was still useless, she was powerless and helpless. She was his to do whatever sick things his perverted mind had cooked up for her. It seemed she had no hope now with the drug invading her lungs and forcing her body to refuse the commands of her brain. The look in her eyes was priceless as well making him lick his lips and almost shiver at the thought of forcing her to maintain that terrified expression, and she sure would when he takes her back to his place and have his way with her.

His face had lit up with a bright evil smirk that she couldn’t see from behind his dark scary mask. He wanted to hide the identity of her kidnapper, and have her wonder for a few hours before showing her the face of the man she turned down no more than a week before this cursed night. He would make her pay for actually turning him down, no girl had done that before, no girl had refused him before, no girl had insulted him before. He had decided that he would have to punish this first offender harshly for this mistake.

He quickly moved his hand to her chin forcing her jaw open while she was still trying to open her eyes and figure out what was going on. Of course he had no intention to give her that kind of luxury as his other hand forced the drug-soaked cloth into her waiting mouth and then wrapped the loose ends around her head to ensure the cloth stays where he wanted it to stay, ensuring the effect of the drug continues long enough for him to carry her out of this place.

Since the drug takes effect within a few short moments, he noticed her already-weak resistance getting ever weaker and weaker and at best being entertaining and arousing to him. Soon, it was obvious she was fighting a losing battle, and losing quite badly as well as her hands dropped from his, unable to even hold on to his hand anymore, rendered helpless and more or less unconscious, only her eyes were wide open seeing what was happening to her, her mind was also functioning and probably imagining what comes next which didn't seem none too pleasant.

Quickly, he jumped on the sofa straddling her as he grabbed her small hands to prevent her from removing the gag "Yo cutie. I am tonight's entertainment." His lips curved in a sinister grin as he pinned her arms to either side of her head. His heart was racing and his mind going into overdrive with the possibility that his plan might very well come to fruition this night, and he would obtain his very own sex-toy, and not just any sex-toy, one that actually looks so innocent and lovely not to mention he had a valid reason to punish her and abuse. It was valid, at least in his mind. The mind that was constructed horribly wrong to rationalize such acts. He was in luck.

He waited the few moments for the drug to take full effect and then he leant in and started to kiss around her cheeks, neck and the small exposed parts of her chest, lips gliding over her tender flesh causing his manhood to harden between his legs, straining for the release they won't be getting anytime soon.

"I bet you're shocked eh? Don't worry. I will answer all your questions when we get to my place. We'll have a little party together, just you and me, how cool is that? I am sure it'll be fun my girl." Again, a mischievousn grin appeared on his face as he locked his gaze into hers, kind of wanting to risk extending his time in her place just for the sake of the thrill it was giving him, just for the sake of terrorizing her even while she was in the safety of her own home, to make her wonder how bad it would be when he had her in his place. 'Oh the possibilities,' Mike visibly shivered at the thought of how amazing this would end up.

Mike sat by her side in the large sofa and his hands collected her delicate wrists in one large hand trapping them in his iron grip. He knew she couldn't move them much anyway, but this was fun, giving her layers upon layers of helplessness beats leaving the drug to do all the work. Mike then pulled her wrists over her head where he held them tight to make sure she doesn’t bother him as he toys with her.

His other hand moved to her chest to cup one of her breasts through the material of her clothing. His expression instantly changed to one of extreme satisfaction "ooooh so tender my little girl. I have so long dreamt of this moment, and now you are MINE!!!" He stressed the word ‘mine’ almost talking in a loud voice. He then paused for a long moment thinking he might have messed up and talked in a too loud of a voice, loud enough to rouse the neighbors from their night slumber. He stayed silent while staring into her deep angelic eyes and then slowly leant close wrapping his lips around her earlobe biting down gently. He nibbled on her ear for a moment before whispering in her ear "Mine forever......."

He inhaled her feminine scene in the close proximity, causing him to almost get drunk on the tantalizing promise of soft skin to kiss and lick underneath those clothes, the promise of a gorgeous body to toy with hidden behind the garments, the promise of delicate skin to mark protected by the layers covering it and the promise of three holes to use and ravish whenever he wanted.

Mike kept listening to check if someone might have actually heard him. Every muscle in his body tense as moment after moment passed. Each one bringing him relaxation as he realized no one heard a thing. His plan should work exactly as he had envisioned and no interruptions were coming.

 

[Britwitch]

Emily was powerless to do anything but watch as this masked stranger forced the cloth further into her mouth and tied it in place. Gagging the pathetic sounds she was managing to make and forcing more fumes into her lungs. Her head swam a little, the creepy mask swimming before her eyes.

Part of her hoped it was all a dream, a bad dream that she’d soon wake up from. But then she felt his hands moving her hands, pushing them down on either side of her head, watched him move to sit on top of her. Felt the pressure of his body pressing down on hers. This was no dream. This was a nightmare and it was real, it was oh so real.
"Yo cutie. I am tonight's entertainment."

She tried to speak, tried to plead. The gag did its job, preventing her feeble attempts speech from being anything other than muffled sounds. Her eyes were wide and terrified as she looked up into the face of her mysterious attacker. She whimpered as he leant closer and she felt his lips against her skin. Wave after wave of repulsion smacked into her, her skin rippling with gooseflesh. She felt sick to her stomach that a stranger could touch her so intimately and she could do nothing to stop it.

"I bet you're shocked eh? Don't worry. I will answer all your questions when we get to my place. We'll have a little party together, just you and me, how cool is that? I am sure it'll be fun my girl."
His girl? What on earth was he talking about? She wasn’t his, she wasn’t anybody’s. And where was he taking her? Her stomach knotted in terror as she realised he meant to kidnap her, to do only God knew what to her.
He moved from on top of her and sat nex t to her. Pulling her hands up over her head, stretching her body, making her already generous chest stand even prouder on her small frame. Tears began to sparkle in her eyes as his hand groped at her chest.

"Ooooh so tender my little girl. I have so long dreamt of this moment, and now you are MINE!!!"
She felt sick. His hand was large and strong, squeezing the soft flesh of her breast, weighing it, almost appraising it. Every time he called her ‘his’ or ‘little girl’ she felt even worse. This was all wrong. All so very wrong.
"Mine forever......."
Emily tried to shake her head, to pull her earlobe free from his nibbling, but she couldn’t. Her brain was screaming at her muscles to do as she asked but they ignored her request.

Her mind began to work through the reality of the situation. She had no plans for the next few days, perhaps even for the next week. No one would be expecting to see her, no one would miss her. Not for a while at least. Her neighbours were all asleep or away. Help wasn’t coming. There would be no rescue. She was at the mercy of this mad man and his whims. She tried to place the voice, to see if she knew him, remembered him. Somehow it would be better if this was a random attack, just some nutcase who had happened upon her apartment. Somehow, from the things he’d said, she knew it wasn’t.

Tears spilled over her lashes and dripped slowly down the sides of her face. She was trapped. In every sense of the word and, at that moment, she thought she would never be free.

 

[Se7en_]

The lunatic inside him was feasting on her moans and whimpers as she tried so hard to resist, her attempts amusing at best and pathetic at worst……. His lust was building with every helpless movement of her pretty little body.

He kept staring into her angelic eyes as she tried to see the man behind the mask to place the voice, to figure who is doing this to her and why. He was planning to tell her that, but surely not in the middle of a kidnapping attempt. The fact that she can’t see the face of her abductor giving him an exciting chill and giving her fear more and more reason to build up.

Giving her breast one more grope through the soft fabric of her top, he then moved his hand further down very slowly grabbing her ribs and he starts to playfully poke them "let's see if my new toy is ticklish. I have plans for you if you have a ticklish body. One of the attractions I have planned for you is tickle torture. I hope you'll enjoy it as much as I would.... though I highly doubt it, but a man can hope his toy will share his fun"…….. He knew he was definitely insane, who tries to tickle a girl while trying to kidnap her........ His voice and his words were in no way trying to comfort her. The intended effect was the total opposite, he wanted her scared, he wanted her frightened and he wanted her terrified to death.

Like most other girls, she was most certainly ticklish ….. He enjoyed her squirming and laughs and smirked as he realized she was indeed very ticklish "Amazing specimen you are my little girl!!!! I think me and your cute little body will get along just fine".

He hesitantly released her ribs "you know sweetie if I indulge in tickle torture now, we won't be leaving before sunrise, which could ruin the whole thing and you could very well miss the party, and we don't want you to miss the party now do we?" .... He kept on holding her wrists together tightly over her head with his strong hand and then he turned her around, forcing her to lay face down "Now I know the amazing drug I put on the cloth is making you weak” …….He paused for a minute and then continued..... “Be a dear when I torture you later and remind me to thank my dear friend Bob for pointing me at that drug by the way!!!!"

He laughed and then realized it’s past midnight and someone might just hear this commotion he was making, and that would mean trouble, so he grinned and started to whisper "However, it doesn't last long, and I can't exactly drag you out of here while kicking and screaming, that would be rather suspicious, we don't want that right? That would be rather funny, me running around the street carrying a bound girl who is trying to kick herself out of this mess."

Chuckling at that remark, he was definitely not right in the head, more or less crazy, but at the same time very intelligent just not very stable. He then raised his eyebrow to remember what he was trying to do and then he nodded to himself and continued. "So I am gonna have to tie you up nice and tight. After that, I will carry you out of here. Of course, it will be very simple bondage for now, but don't worry I promise I will be tying you properly when we get to my place. It's the least I could do with such a lovely body. I will show you the art of bondage and you BETTER appreciate what I will do to you". He paused for a short moment and then poked her again "See how nice I am? I don't want you to use those cute little feet of yours except to pleasure me. Your whole purpose in life is to pleasure me now, get that in this thick head of yours pet."

Then, he leaned down and planted a kiss at the small area of exposed skin on her upper back. He then twisted her arms painfully behind her back, crossing her delicate wrists at the small of her back, and then he locked a pair of tight leather cuffs around them forcing her to keep her wrists where he wants them to be.

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

When he was done restraining her wrists and teasing her, he got up, keeping her laying face down and he moves to her feet, easily taking hold of her slender ankles, pulling the Pj bottom up a little to expose her socks, and he locks another pair of leather cuffs around them. He was surprised she was sleeping with socks on, but it was a cold night, so it was plausible.

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