about her beliefs, her ideals and such.  Whenever I brought up the topic of having sex with whomever it was that I was dating at the time, she would just turn quiet and try to change the topic.  I later learned that she was a virgin, and she was saving herself for the person that she was going to marry.  Over time, while she was the object of many a fantasy, I saw her as a best friend and sister.

 

Some nights, when we were both hammered (she is a light-weight) after going to the bars, there were those intimate moments between us when she would wrap her arms around my neck and give me a peck on the lips.  She would wiggle her small ass up against my crotch as she did it, but it was all harmless flirting, and we knew that nothing would come of it.  She had a boyfriend and I knew she was in love with him and not me.  Recently, however, Ro has gotten engaged to said boyfriend and has been planning her wedding.  Since then she has moved into his house.  At first, I didn’t really think of it much, I was going out with another girl and that was all that was on my mind.  But my girlfriend and I had broken up and since then I have been really horny.  Then it happened, on the fourth of July, while over at Rochelle’s house, I walked into the bathroom to pee and she was standing there, in nothing but what God gave her on the day she was born. 

 

Now let me help you picture what Ro looks like.  She is of Filipino decent, 5’3”, 105 lbs, b-cup breasts, full lips and a great ass.  On top of all this, she was completely shaven save for a small strip of hair right above her pussy.  Now normally I prefer a girl with a little bit of meat on her, but it had been a while and she was looking really good.  Within the few seconds that I saw her, the whole concept of forbidden fruit began to take shape and I began seeing this girl in a different light.  Now let me tell you know right now, ever since we have met up after college, I have seen her as the sexy woman that she has grown up to be, but seeing her in all her glory was the final straw.  Ro sort of yelped and I shut the door to give her her privacy.  I went ahead and went downstairs and used the other bathroom.  When Ro came downstairs, she acted like nothing happened.  So I just let it slide, we finished with the night and I went home to my home.

 

When I got home, I went to bed.  As I lay there, I just couldn’t sleep.  Every time that I closed my eyes, I saw her, naked.  So I got up, pulled out the porn, and jerked off, thinking of plowing Rochelle’s tight pussy.  As I went to sleep that night, I knew that I was going to have to make that girl my own personal cum receptacle.  Just the idea of her losing her virginity to her fiancé was driving me nuts.  I heard her talk about him to her girl friends a while back and how he was sporting only about 4 inches when she had given him a blowjob.  I just knew that I needed her to experience a real man the first time that she had sex.  So the next morning, I began to work on my plan to make her mine.

 

Getting her alone so I could train her was actually quite simple.  Rochelle is a lightweight drinker, as I have said before.  One day, Rochelle called me up and asked me to go bar hopping with her.  Her fiancé was going out of town for a couple of weeks on business and she was going stir-crazy being cooped up in the house.  I agreed and we set it up to meet later that night.  So I talked my buddy into following us while we went bar hopping.  She has always been a sucker for a guy willing to give her a free drink.  She had never met Dan before and so when he approached her (after I had gone to the bathroom), it was really simple for him to talk her up and buy her a drink.  When their drinks came, Dan “accidentally” spilled her drink on the bar.  While it didn’t get her wet, it gave him the distraction that he needed to slip a rohypnol into his own drink.  After all was cleaned up, he gave her his drink and apologized.  I then came up behind him and tapped him on the shoulder.  I introduced myself and he excused himself, pretending to be nervous. 

 

I asked Rochelle, “Who was that guy?  Do you know him from somewhere?”  Rochelle answered, “Nope, but he wasn’t bad looking.  Too bad I am getting married soon.  At least I got a free beer out of it!”  With that, she chugged the beer and didn’t think anything of it.  About 30 minutes went by and she started to feel a little tipsy.  She asked me to take her home and I told her I would get the car.  She didn’t even make it to the car before she passed out from the effects of the drug.  Because of how small she is, I was given plenty of time to take her “home.”  Little did she know, we were going to my home.  I knew that soon, I was going to be playing out all my fantasies that had involved her.

 

Chapter 2

 

I am fairly well off, being a computer systems analyst, and I own two homes.  One is in the city; the other is in the country, pretty much cut off from anything and everything.  Over the last few weeks, I have been preparing the country house.  I put dead bolt locks on all the doors as well as security pads and locks on the exits.  I replaced the window glass with Plexiglas, and I set up a chair and a table with different types of restraints and such.  While I had plenty of sex toys available to me from my previous relationships, I wanted to make sure that everything was in working order so I bought new toys.  I bought three butt plugs, all vibrating and increasing in size, a ball gag, some nipple clamps, etc.  In all of the rooms except the office, I placed small security cameras and an intercom system.  In the office, I set up the room to watch any room I wanted, as well as record anything that might occur.

 

Finally, we arrived at my house and I carried her inside.  Once inside, I put her in a room and dropped her on a bed that was just a frame and a mattress.  I stripped her down to nothing and placed a shock collar on her neck.  I then just looked at her body.  I thought to myself, “Could it be that she is actually better now than she was earlier?”  I spread her legs and took a good long sniff and instantly got hard.  It took all my willpower just to walk out of that room and lock the door, leaving her looking so ripe for the pickings.

 

So I went to my office, sat down at the computer and slowly dozed off.  At about 6am, I was awakened by a scream to wake the dead.  Terrified, I looked up and realized that it was my girl.  I laughed to myself a little bit and watched the screen.  Ro was freaking out in her room.  As she tried to climb under the bed, she started screaming for help.  The bed was too low, even for her petite frame to fit under.  As she screamed, I thought to myself, “I am glad that I sound-proofed those walls, in spite of having no neighbors for miles around.”

 

After waiting for her to stop screaming, I went to the kitchen, made myself a large breakfast.  I thought about giving her some too, but that was to go against the plan.  I left the house and went to go get some more food.  While I was out, I went on to Rochelle’s computer and got into her email.  She was never one to put a password on her account so it was very easy.  I sent her fiancé an email telling him that her cell phone went out so she wouldn’t be able to contact him for a while.  After I was done there, I went back to my home.

 

When I got back, I looked at the monitor and Rochelle was in a corner, crying to herself.  I thought to myself, “Perfect, she is slowly calming down.”  By that time, it was already 6 in the evening.  I knew that she would be starving so I made her an ample dinner, and put it on a tray.  With the food, I placed a letter, which said the following:

 

“Dearest Rochelle,

            I understand that you are very scared and confused right now.  That is to be expected when one wakes up in a new place, naked and alone.  All that you need to know right now is that you are not harmed, and won’t be harmed if you cooperate.  If you choose to struggle, you will be punished.  It is all up to you.  Eat this food, I guarantee that it is safe.  I have plans that involve you and I will not jeopardize this.  Just keep in mind, if you choose not to eat this food within 1 hour, I will be forced to take it back and you will not get any more for 24 hours.  I encourage you to eat, you will need to keep up your strength.”

 

I set the tray through a small trap door and shoved it into her room.  After, I went to the office to watch what happened.  As I watched Rochelle read the note, I saw the horror began to swell in her eyes, and she freaked.  She kicked over the tray, screamed, and cried some more.  After an hour had gone by, she still hadn’t eaten her food.  Saddened that she chose this path, I was left with no other choice.  I had to follow through with my letter.  I looked at the screen, reached over and activated her collar.  When I did that, Rochelle went stiff as the collar activated and shocked her.  I set it up to work like a tazer, and Ro dropped to the floor, unconscious.  I went to the room and it smelled of urine as Rochelle had peed herself.  I cleaned up the food and urine, and left a note with just two words on it, “Bad Choice.”

for me?  What could I have been doing wrong?  The car followed for too long..  was this the right deputy? Did I really do something and now I’m going to get a ticket she asked herself...  It was a relief when the flashing lights came on signaling her to pull off the road.  There was a dirt road just ahead and she pulled over.  Realizing they hadn’t discussed the aspect of where to turn. 

The patrol car pulled off behind her. She looked closely while the stranger stepped out of the car.  He was tall as he unfolded out of the car.  Put a big hat on his head and started walking towards her car. 

The idea was so erotic when they discussed it.  A friend she’d never met setting her up for the next part of her fantasy.  She could still see the smile on his face as he prodded her with.  “After all, she wanted the experience to be real.. didn’t she? “  Now while it was happening her blood was ice.  She rolls down the window as he walks to the car.   

Barely swallowing a hysterical little laugh when he said “License and registration please. “It wasn’t until she had dug out her license and was reaching for the registration in the glove box that she realized how natural the response was.  Thinking fast to try to imagine what would be the best response.  She smiles up at the officer.  “What’s wrong Sir, did I do something wrong?  Looking back at her self in the mirrored sunglasses he pushes out her chest just a little. Thinking the low-cut shirt  had been a good choice.  He smiles at her and walks to the back of the car looking at her license. 

She can see him talking to someone on his radio, which frightens her.  Was she really being stopped to get a ticket?  Was he toying with her purposely   It was so odd to  feel this conflicted.  Adrenaline was pouring through her..  the adrenaline rush of realizing it was really happening.  That fantasy she’d fought for so long.  Then being almost overwhelmed with the fear that things were out of her control.  As he walks back to the car she pulls herself together.

“step out of the car, please” he says, quite politely.  she steps out of he car.  “you have a warrants for unpaid parking.  I’m going to have to take you to the station”   This is it, she thinks, reaching in for her purse, she rolls up the window.  “what about my car. she says? Silently irritated with herself for the quiver she hears in her voice, “ I want to call someone?”  “No, the city has a tow truck.  I’ve already put in a call and he’s on the way to tow the car.  You’ll have to get it out of impound, after you pay your tickets.” 

Briefly she thought of saying “Hey, wait.  I changed my mind.  I can’t do this. I knew that once I allowed myself to be put in the backseat of the patrol car she would cross a line.  That the decision would taken out of my hand.  From the moment she’d let herself be put into the backseat of he car the fantasy was out of her hands.  Equivocally.   he puts her purse on the roof of the car and turns her around.  Her nipples harden as she feels him pulling her arms behind her.  The coldness of the cuffs as he puts first one, then the other on her wrists is wildly erotic. As if he realizes how it affects me. He pulls up on her wrists up giving a tension on her arms as if to remind her unmistakably that she was in his control.  His hand on the top her head as he guides her into the backseat is gentle.   

When he gets in the front seat he takes off his sunglasses.  Their eyes meet in the rearview mirror.  His look of knowing amusement sends shivers.  Anger at the arrogance she sees there.  Mounting fear, realizing the fast pace things were spiraling.  As he starts the car and drives down the dirt road the fear reaches a panic point.  They were supposed to wait for the tow truck who would follow with her car. She watches her car disappear as the car makes a curve in the road. 

She knows if she let her hand slide under her skirt her finger would come away wet.  Every nerve was intensely reaching out for clues and the tension was extreme.  What does he know  that she doesn’t?  She avoids looking in the mirror again.  Afraid of what she would see.  A questioning look would probably send her to tears..  a condescending look would be even harder to handle. 

The car turned off the dirt road onto an even smaller road.  More like a trail that hadn’t seen traffic in a long time.  Another turn and a small house came into view.  He pulled the car up behind the house and stepped out again.  As he pulled her out of the car by her arm she wondered why he bothered to hide the car behind the house.  The house itself was well hidden from the road.  Looking around I couldn’t’ see the road, only a never ending landscape of trees.  The sameness unnerved me again.  He let me look around then presses her body against the car.  His body a hard line against her as he says quietly in my ear.   “you know why you’re here.  A fine little thing you are too.  When I told **** I would help, I didn’t expect such a nice package.  You can call me anytime you want to walk along the edge. “   his hands reach behind her to grabl her wrists and start her walking to the house and her fate.  Before they open the door  he reaches in his pocket for a handkerchief that he ties over her eyes.  She tries to look down  to see the floor , but he’s tied the kerchief tight.  I can hear the door open and stumble to not fall as he pushes her over the threshold. She knows someone else is already in the room, but they make no noise.   A different pair of hands feels over her.  Searching and pulls the cell phone out of the pocket of her skirt.  Two sets of hands went over he body looking for what she wasn’t sure.  It didn’t fee like any part of her body was left untouched. She held her breath as she felt one set of hands probing in that most secret of places.  Knowing they could feel hot wetness.  Embarrassment made her face red she knew.  A probing finger dips first in her wetness then slips to her other opening.