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| It was getting late and Blanche had worked hard today, studying for that last final exam coming in two days time – 'Sociology 201- Deviant Sexual Behavior'. She wasn't sure why she had taken the course; it had large amounts of reading and required two long essays and a tough final exam. Yet, she was always excited reading the case histories of men and woman who seemed to operate at a different sexual level, outside the laws and morals of society. She herself liked to anonymously expose herself to men on the Internet. Men who visited Literotica's web site could seek her pictures out at will. She loved thinking that men all over the world would stroke their cocks while watching her pictures. She got up from her desk in the library stacks, the library closed at ten p.m. and it was now five to. As she stood on the steps of the library she thought for a minute of calling campus security for an escort home. Shaking her had she thought 'It's only a ten minute walk, what possibly could happen.' Tonight's reading had been about a famous serial rapist and she knew that was why she was nervous. Still she remained uneasy until she turned on to her block and approached the stairs leading up to her apartment building. As she started to ascend the stairs she heard a cough and then "Miss, I wonder if you could help me for a minute, I've dropped my keys and can't seem to find them." She looked at the tall stranger nervously, even backing away a bit, but then she noticed he was elderly (probably in his mid fifties) and looked well dressed and prosperous. Dropping her guard she returned to the sidewalk smiling, asking how she could help. Within seconds one arm was wrapped around her, holding her immobile, while his other hand pressed a chemical smelling cloth into her mouth and nose. While desperately trying to escape she felt her strength rapidly fading, and as she lost consciousness and fell into the fiends arms, an unheard scream reverberated within her head. Blanche started to wake four hours later, just after two in the morning. As her mind slowly pushed aside the webs of fog the drug had produced she looked around a dimly lit room, at first not understanding where she was. Suddenly she remembered the attack and tried to get up as she screamed in anger. Not able to move she struggled fiercely, finally coming to realize that her ankles and wrists were tied to the four bedposts, leaving her only inches of movement. Looking straight up she saw a girl, tied naked to a bed; it took her drug befuddled mind seconds to process the image and for her to realize it was a ceiling mirror reflecting her image. Watching herself like this was so disturbing that she immediately started to scream for help. "No one can hear you, Blanche; we're in an attic that has been totally soundproofed. You are so, so beautiful in person." Turning her head, she saw him at the side of the bed, tall and well built, naked with a penis that was already three quarters erect. "Why are you doing this" she whispered, but in her heart she already knew – this man would do as he wanted with her and she couldn't do anything to prevent it. He leaned over and softly brushed some of her hair from her face and then lightly caressed her cheek. Kissing her lips softly, his hands moved over her body, bringing a gasp of excitement to her lips. Her nipples hardened of their own will and as his fingers found her erect clit and wet slit, she knew she was lost. "You're wet already, you little minx," he laughed, "but you are going to have to wait awhile for my penis. We have other little jobs to finish first. By the way, how do you like the shaving job I did on your pussy?" Looking in the mirror she saw that she had been shaved completely bald of pubic hair and with her legs held open by the restraints her vulva was spread wide open, exposing her pink, soft insides. Somehow, deep inside herself she was excited by this violation of her body and couldn't help watching transfixed as he ran his hand over her bare mount. "But first I think, yes I'm sure, some piercing to mark you as mine." After turning away from her for a second, he turned back to her holding three pieces of fine silver in his hand. "Two nipple ornaments and a clitoral ring" he teased, extending his hand out so she could see the pieces, and then put them on her body where they would eventually be fastened. "Oh, God no" she cried, "don't pierce my skin. Oh, please no, spare me." And yet as she struggled against her ropes she couldn't help but notice the beauty of the jewelry and how well it looked on her alabaster skin. Slowly he fondled each breast, bringing the nipples to full stiffness, rolling them in his fingers and holding the ornaments, showed her exactly where they would go. Similarly he showed her where in her clit the beautiful ring would go, promising her she would love the extra pleasure it would bring her in the years to come. As he pierced her left breast she shrieked in pain and then sobbing she passed out as he pierced the second breast; Blanche was fully unconscious as he did her clit. She awoke the next morning around ten, groggy, her breasts sore, unsure exactly where she was. Finally remembering her ordeal, her eyes went to the ceiling where she saw three pieces of jewelry attached to her lovely body. As she stared upwards she heard a door open and turning, saw him enter, still naked, carrying a tray. "I brought you breakfast, you must be hungry" he started. "How do you feel, still sore?" he asked as he lightly touched first her breasts and then her clitoris. Blanche was experiencing some pain but she was also feeling a sense of sexual excitement she had only dreamed of before. He removed her handcuffs and raised her on the bed, putting a tray of food before her. Over the next twenty minutes he fed her, all the while softly caressing her hair, her cheeks, her shoulders and her back. She wanted to rebel, to hit him, to curse this cruel man, but she somehow felt safe and loved in his hands. "I have a final exam tomorrow; I can't miss it." "Yes, I know, Sociology isn't it? I'll get you there for it." "You will?" "Of course, I don't want you losing a whole years work. Besides, your experience with me should allow you an insight your classmates don't have." "I don't think an A is worth getting kidnapped, pierced and raped for" she protested. "How do you like the jewelry?" As she touched and inspected the two pieces attached to her breasts she smiled, recognizing at once they were very valuable. "Is this a sapphire and this an emerald?" she inquired holding each breast up in turn. "Yes, the two look beautiful against your skin. You can see the silver scroll work around each stone." "Are those small S's? Are they your family crest?" She inquired. Before he could answer she fell asleep again, knocked out by the mild narcotic he had put in her food, knowing she needed some rest in order to heal properly. She woke at five in the afternoon, surprisingly refreshed, only held to the bed by one ankle strap. He wasn't in the room she saw, immediately understanding that she missed him and wanted him. "Hello, where are you?" she cried. Getting nervous she finally heard the door open. "I was afraid you had left." "We haven't made love yet! I never could have left you without feeling your pussy engulf my prick!" he laughed as he slowly lowered himself next to her on the bed. They didn't need words or foreplay; both their bodies were already in heat. Kneeling between her legs he quickly lifted her rear up off the sheets, pulling her vulva over the head of his penis and then drove deeply and smoothly into her. No subtleties were needed as each hard thrust was met by a powerful counter thrust. Quickly she came, her spasms bringing on his release almost immediately. They lay for minutes, staring into the others eyes, no words necessary between them as they panted quietly. Finally, still hard within her, he resumed slow in and out movements, almost drawing completely out of her before each time she held him, her eyes begging him to continue. This fuck was slow and lasting, her moans and cries rising into a crescendo of sound that only ended when she had come three times and he had bathed her insides with a torrent of hot sperm. He took her to the shower, washing her thoroughly, and then dressed her in silk underwear and a beautiful summer dress that he had obviously bought specially for her. Driving her home, she was afraid she'd never see him again. He walked her to the door, kissed her tenderly and turned to go. Oh God no, she thought, he's going to be gone from my life. She was about to call him back when he turned and said "I need your spare apartment key." "What? Why?" she responded as her spirits soared, knowing he'd be back. "I need the key so I can enter your place whenever I want. Maybe tomorrow, maybe next week, maybe next month; you didn't think we were finished, did you? You're wearing my mark you know." "Anytime, anytime" Blanche shouted smiling, whenever you want, she thought. To be continued... |