The Collector

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Based on the book by John Fowles and the 1969 movie starring Terrance Stamp and Samantha Eggar. I have changed the location from England to New England.

Jeremy Bridges is a tall,quiet young man who moved back to Carlisle, when his parents were killed in an automobile accident. He lives alone in the large Victorian farm house on the outskirts of town. He is well liked in the community and has attracted the attention of several local girls, drawn to his innocent good looks and startlingly blue eyes. He spends much of the week away from town and here is a bit of mystery as to where.

Heather Knowles is sophomore at the Boston College of Art. She is a talented student on scholarship from a southern state. A sunshine blond with a well proportioned figure, green eyes, medium height, with an engageing smile and a quick laugh.
Jeremy has been following her for months.
He knows where she lives. He knows who she sees.
He knows her favotite food and her taste in clothes. When she finally made love to her boyfriend Todd last week, Jeremy was watching from the room he'd rented across the street. It was then that he'd decided to act. He could not let this first trophy get away.

He has spent the last month preparing her room.
It is finished in the decor he believes she will like. The closet is full of new clothes. A fine selection of books line the shelves. A brand new entertainement center is against one wall, CDs, video's and even a new computer.
He has bought her art supplies and an easel. He would have provided a kitten but he wasn't sure if she was alergic or not. So instead the bed is covered with a variety of stuffed animals. Poohs and Tiggers, Donalds, and Mickys. There is a beautifuly appointed bathroom to one side with a clawfoot tub, a sink, a toilet and even a bidet... a fine touch, that.
The room is also equipped with 5 surveillance cameras and the lighting is controled from outside. An intercom connects it to the main house above, for Heather's room is situated deep beneath the floor of the basement.

All is ready.
It only needs the deed to be done...


This thread is reserved for Dansemagic and Ariosto.
Hope you'll enjoy it.

 

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OOC:...Danse forgive me. DANSEMAJIK of course.
I forgot we can't edit these once posted.

 

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The van is parked on the empty side street that Heather takes when she walks from her apartment to the dance class she attends once a week. She is wearing a warmup suit and listens to some classical music on a walkman as she passes him. She doesn't hear the door slide open behind her and the cloth saturated in chloraform is over her face before she can cry out. A few seconds silent struggle, then Heather goes limp in Jeremy's arms. He lays her body in the floor of the van, checks to make sure he hasn't been seen and drives away into the night.

 

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Heather

OOC: I don't know if I have read this book. it seems familiar, but only vaguely. I am looking forward to seeing where we take it Ariosto

IC: The last thing I remember is walking to dance class listening to some Vivaldi on my walkman. My mind was on the art project I was working on, it was only half finished. I was painting a mother and child at the park. I couldn't get something right in the eyes of the mother though, they kept looking empty to me. In the eyes of the child, I had portrayed the wonder, the awe, and the love he had of his life, his mother, the park.

I am not sure what happened I was walking, listening to music, thinking, and out of nowhere, a hand with a strange smelling cloth closed over my face. I was strong, and I tried to get away. My screams were soaked up by the cloth pressed against my nose and mouth, and suddenly, all turned black.

OOC: Would you prefer if I wrote in third person? I can switch to make the story flow better...
Hugs, Danse.

 

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From the monitor in his bedroom he watched her wake up. He was tired from having stayed up waiting all night. The chloraform had been very effective. Heather was out from early last evening until...he looked at his watch 11:15...almost noon the next day. She was lying in the middle of the large feather bed with a sheet of pale apricot silk thrown over her. The outline of her body was very clear through it. He used the remote to scan and zoom in on her legs, breast, face. Her eyes were open...long lashes, emerald green.
They blink. She licks her lips. She has a light spray of pale freckles across her cheeks and nose.
Jeremy smiled it made her even more of a treasure.

Abruptly the girl sat up and the sheet fell, revealing smooth tanned shoulders and gently rising breasts. The nipples stood in faded rose centered in half dollar sized aereoles only slightly darker. Heather was naked under the sheet and suddenly realizing this she yanked the silk
up ,covering herself and looked wildly around the strange room.

That was Ok. Jeremy had enjoyed her breasts immensely last night and in fact there was very little of Heather Knowles that he had not touched, tasted and photographed in the hours that she slept.

"WHERE AM I!"...
"WHO's THERE!"...

She was beginning to shiver. He zoomed in again, close to her face.

"HELLO!"....
"PLEASE!...WHERE AM I?"...
She had beautiful even teeth. He hadn't noticed that last night.

She drew her legs up tight against her body.
"HELP ME!"

He clicked the mike.
"It's all right, Heather."
Came his low smooth voice. She looked around franticaly for it's source.

"Your home Heather. This is your home now...You'll find some clothes in the closet if you'd feel more comfortable."
In his mind he went over the lingerie, bikinis and low cut evening gowns he'd chosen for her wondering which she would ch...

"WHO ARE YOU GODDAMMIT! LET ME OUT!"

 

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Heather

I heard the smooth detached voice coming from what seemed like air. I looked around and saw the speakers high up on the wall, in the corners.

I stopped yelling for a moment to look at my surroundings. It was nice room, but I was a prisoner.....I started to get angry. I noticed then that I was naked. No clothes. The sheet slipping down, exposing my breats. I felt the tremor move through me at the thought of this person, taking my clothes off, seeing me...

"Goddammit, who the fuck are you?" I said to him, loudly, but with more control than before. "What do you want with me?" I stood and wrapped the sheet around me like a toga, covering my body. I knew he was watching me, and that gave me the willies. I figured that until I got out of here, there would be no ounce of privacy.

I went to the wardrobe,and began opening drawers. I selected a skimpy pair of underwear, they were all thongs, and not very substantial. I also chose a silk tee-shirt, and a pair of boxers. No bras in the drawers. I found that odd, but the man was deranged....

I kept the sheet wrapped around me, and pulled the underwear on from under it. Blocking his view of my dressing to some degree.

I tried to determine where he was watching me from. I examined the room, the bathroom was marvelous, but it was lost on me due to the fact that I was in a strange place, for a reason I could not fathom. The door leading out was heavy and locked securely from the outside.

I got scared when I noticed the care taken in preparing the room. The music I liked was there, even the painting I had been working on was there, along with the kind of paints I used, and my brushes. I backed away from the art supplies, the stereo shaking my head, the mantra "No no no" was going off in my head. I backed into a wall and stood there shaking.

 

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"Really Heather the boxer shorts over the thong?
Come on now dear. You wouldn't want anyone to see you that way would you"

She picked up a book and hurled it at a small grill in the cieling.

"How do you know my name!...Who are you?"

Suddenly the TV screen glowed and came to life.
A handsome face is looking at her. Sandy hair, blue eyes, clean shaven. He looks to be only a few years older than she.

"Hi again sweetheart. My name is Jeremy or you can call me Jerry if you want. Your name is Heather Anne Knowles, you were born on January 15th, 1981 in Hartford Connecticut. Your Father is Delmar C..."
"STOP IT!"
"You Goddamned Freak!...What do you want?"

The face on the TV frowned.
"Why I want you Heather. Of course. You."

She sat on the bed and drew the sheets tighter around her.

Jeremy laughed...
"No need for modesty. I've seen everything already."

She flushed, remembering her state of nudity when she woke up a few minutes ago.
"In fact I even know about the tiny mole you have just under the crease of your left buttock. Quite cute really..."
She drew the covers over her head and curled up in a ball.

"Heather I have great patience. I'd like for you to dress in something more appropriate...say that
smoke colored teddy and the pale thigh highs. You'll find a number of pairs of high heels in the closet. Anyway take your pick. When you have dressed you can call me. Theres a buzzer by the bed. Then Heather and only then do I bring you food and water."

 

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heather

I saw the handsome, benign face that hid the madness of this man. Call him Jerry. Not hardly.

"Are you nuts?" I asked him. "you are actually going to with hold food, and water until I dress the way you WANT me to dress? Well, how about if I just don't eat...slowly wither away while you watch me?" I knew it was an empty threat, starving to death would be painful. I glanced at the bathroom. There was water in there, I could at least stay hydrated.

I think he followed my gaze thru his hidden cameras. I shuddered when I imagined one inside the toilet bowl. I wondered if I would be allowed any privacy at all.

"Look, Jeremy....If I do what you say, will you let me go? I can't stay here. People will miss me. My parents, my instructors, my friends. I can't just disappear."

 

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Jeremy watched her carefully. He knew she was angling for a means of escape. That was natural enough and he'd play along...nothing to lose.

His image on the screen smiled,
"I might let you go, Heather but I'd need something to hold over you. Something you wouldn't want anyone to know about, anyone to see. Something that would keep you from telling anyone."

The girl sat on the bed willing her self to be calm.

"You can start by taking off your clothes. All of them. Give me a little show.
And when you've finished lay back on the bed. Let's see how well you can follow directions."

Heather could not see that below his face on the monitor, Jeremy was coaxing his cock to full erection.

 

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Heather

I could see he was lying. I knew that he wasn't going to let me go. I narrowed my eyes slightly. I would see what he wanted. I was not ashamed of my body, I was comfortable with my sexuality.

I dropped the sheet, and looked right at him as I stripped off the clothing he had supplied. My eyes steeled, and my face set.

I turned and walked the three steps to the bed and
laid upon the mussed up bedding.

I waited.

 

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He had pleanty of time the night before to look and play with Heathers body but somehow seeing her on the screen, knowing she would answer his commands was even more stimulating. He began to masturbate slowly.
It was so like a beautiful movie. She was like a small perfect Greek goddess lying on the bed. Her breasts were high and firm rosey tipped. He had sucked them briefly and now he salivated thinking about it. Her legs were long and smooth and still tanned from a summer at the beach. She had a lovely navel with a small gold ring...

"Squeeze your breasts together Heather. I like to see them pressing against each other...Yes. Don't stop."
He zoomed the camera in on her hands pushing herself upwards, the nipples standing up surounded by a coral colored areole. He checked to make sure the camera was recording properly.

"Open your legs dear...Did you notice?
I shaved your pussy last night."

 

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heather

What sickness was this? He was watching me, telling me what to do, so he could stroke his penis, and be totally deranged, and removed from me.

As he told me he had shaved my pussy, my hands wanted to fly down there to feel, but I knew he expected that response. I slowly opened my legs, bending my knees slightly and letting them fall outward.

My breasts pressed tightly together in my hands, and my eyes closed tightly, keeping my thoughts to myself. Bringing up a vision of my boyfriend Terry.

 

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He zoomed the camera in on her sex. So sweet, so clean. He hit a few switches and a second television glowed to life.

"Take a look Heather. Look how beautiful you are."
She opened her eyes and saw herself...was it herself! On the second set.
She jerked her legs together...It was her all right.

"Heather open your legs again. I want you to touch yourself. Open your pussy. Rub yourself... OK?"

.......

"OPEN YOUR LEGS YOU BITCH!...Do you think I'm kidding! I can kill you if I want! I can..."

Then more softly,
"I just want you to have a good time. Now please, open your legs."

 

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Heather

His handsome face contorted with Rage scared me.

I narrowed my eyes as he sweetly asked myself to open my legs back up.

My jaw set in the way it does when I am on the verge of fit of stubborness.

"Is that why I am here Jeremy? So you can kill me?" I asked him, looking right at him.

 

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"No..no of course not. I'm your friend. But you see how much trouble I've gone to."

The face frowned.
"You should be grateful to me. You can work on your art...never have to worry about anything!"

"YOU!...YOU...you only have to do what I ask...simple things.
You are so beautiful..I picked you you know?
I picked you.

Please open your legs, I want to see you.
I want to see you the way your boyfriend sees you.
I know the way you make love to him...remember I know all about you."

He smiled,
"Now Heather be a good girl and do what I ask."

 

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heather

God, I was so confused. He PICKED me? How? When? but mainly WHY?

I swallowed and realized the level of his insanity. I looked about the room, and realized it was furnished tastefully, a bit more frilly than I would have done it, but it was all quality items.

I had turned my lips in and began chewing on them, the way I always did when I was nervous or unsure of things. My mother used to admonish me, but it was a habit I could not break.

I began to cry quietly, tears running down my cheeks, no sound, and it angered me that I was crying.

I let my knees drop, bringing my legs open.

 

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"Now Heather, don't cry. I hate it when you cry."
His face on the screen seemed to be on the verge of tears itself.

"OK now I want you to stay in bed. Don't move.
I'm going to come down. I have something that will make you feel better."

 

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Heather

I began to shake then. When he said he was coming down. I began to tremble. Fear wrapped itself around me in a way it never had before.

The slight metallic taste of terror coated my tongue as my heard beat at twice its normal speed. I quickly wiped the tears from my face and pulled the sheet from the floor to cover me.

I know that my face was drained of all color and my eyes were huge. My lips were dry, and I didn't have enough saliva to wet them again.

I sat there, pathetic and shaking on that bed, my mind unable to fathom any way to get myself out of this.

 

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There was a knock at the dark oak door across the room. She could hear the sound of a key turning and two latches opening...

"Heather" came a low shy voice,
"Stay in the bed I won't hurt you."

The door opened and her first impression was,
Tall...thin...
Then the eyes. While he was still across the room his eyes seemed made of glowing cerulean. They transfixed her. She was aware of a white Irish knit sweater, dark slacks, a tray of food, a bottle of wine, a carafe of water...large clean hands and the eyes...
She had pulled the covers tightly over herself again by reflex as he approached.

He sat down beside her, reached out and brushed a strand of blonde hair from her brow.

"You're very pretty Heather, you shouldn't cry.
Here's some fruit...gala apples, I know you like those... and some mild chedder cheese. The wine is what I saw you buy at the grocery store the other night."

He set the platter beside her.
Smiling down at her, he walked over to the closet and began gathering up all the lingerie and gowns...

"What are you doing!?"

"If you won't take your clothes off and cooperate with me Heather, then I'll just have to take them all away."

 

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Heather

I know the look on my face was incredulous. "But, I have no clothes on. YOU told me to take them off....I did as you asked. How can you expect me to not be afraid of you?" I asked him. My chin thrust out, my eyes blazing. I knew my cheeks were flushed. "You kidnap me. You put me in this...this...room. You strip me naked while I am drugged." He just stared at me with this patronizing look on his face. Letting me have my tantrum.

I stood up, holding the sheet closer to my chest. "What do you want from me?" I asked him, nearly nose to nose. "What Do You Want?" I asked enunciating each and every word.

 

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This will be fun

He turned from the closet, holding a very sheer knee length nighty. The low cut bodice almost pure lace, the color like smoke.

"I bought this at Nieman's for you. I think the color is perfect."
He walked over to her and held it to her breast.

She cringed.
"Yes very nice...
What do I want from you?"

He seemed surprised.
"Why I want you to put this on. I'd like to see you in some of this
crap I spent OVER A THOUSAND Dollars...on."

He clenched his fist and then backed off, his face going calm again.

"I'll just sit here on the bed while you model for me.
OK?
Have a glass of wine.
C'mon, this will be fun."

 

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Heather

I saw the change in his face as he clenched his fist, then continued talking as if I was an old dear friend who came over for dinner.

His reality was probably at least five times removed from my own. He acted as if he were doing me a favor. I shivered and let the sheet fall to the floor. I wounln't defy him any more this day.

I took the lingerie out of his hand, slowly, as if I was afraid to anger him. I couldn't meet his eyes. My actions were dishonest. There was nothing straight forward to what I was doing.

I put my arms into the straps, lifted them up and let the smooth cool silk glide over my skin, slowly covering my body.

I still could not look at him, as I walked to where he had set the tray. I poured a glass of wine, and took a nibble of cheese. I then went to the large chair that was in the room, and sat on it. Crossing my legs demurely as I sipped wine and at cheese.

 

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Jeremy poured himself some water from the carafe.

" I was right. It is your color. I like the way I can see the curve of your breasts above the neckline, and your legs...so smooth."

She blushed at his appraising look.
"I didn't know if you used an electric razor or the old fashioned kind, so I bought both. They're in the bathroom."
He nodded over his shoulder then before she knew it he was kneeling in front of her and his large hands were caressing the smooth skin of her ankles and legs.
He seemed content to do that for a moment then sat crosslegged on the carpet in front of her like an overgrown little boy.

"Tell me about sex Heather. I want to have a woman to tell my secrets and fantasies to. But you have to tell me yours. Do you like cunnilingus. I didn't see your boyfriend do it to you. Is it because you don't like it?"

A dreamy look came over his face.

"I think you'd taste very good. Like honey."

 

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Heather

The question, "how do you know what Terry and I do, or don't do" bubbled up, but I didn't voice the words. I wasn't strong enough to talk to him yet. I was afraid of this big, handsome man, who was holding me hostage, for what, I could not imagine.

I simply stared at him, trying very hard not to pull my legs out of his grasp.

the question WHY rang in the back of my mind over and over again.

My throat was dry even though I was drinking wine. I started feeling strange.

Then I noticed he was drinking water....I looked at the glass, and noticed it was changing shape.

"What did you put in the wine?" My voice sounded like it was coming from the bottom of a barrel.

 

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"The wine?
OH just something to relax you Heather, I know how upset you must be right now."

She tried to rise from the chair but fell back. Her body seemed lighter, freer. She saw him stand and come over to her again and this time he didn't seem so frightening. Again she watched as his hands caressed her legs all the way to the knees this time and past them...

"Why don't I massage you Sweetheart... while you tell me how you like to be fucked."