Internet Romance - Chapter 10
NOTE: This is the final chapter of Internet Romance. I hope you’ve enjoyed it. Thought and comments in the notes are welcome. Thanks so much for reading.
Stalker smiled at her, a different, slightly more sinister smile. "Give me your hands" His body was pressed against hers, and he easily could have just taken them, but he waited for Claire to respond. He took a length of rope out and began to tie Claire’s hands in front of her. Claire already found herself getting wet as the rope wrapped around her wrist over and over and eventually knotted. "Turn around", Stalker said to her quietly, his cock twitching eagerly as he watched Claire turn around slowly. He took a blindfold and covered Claire’s eyes with it. Claire felt her heart beating faster as he shrouded her in darkness. Stalker could hear her breathing quicken, short, rapid breaths as she waited for his next move.
Stalker moved his face against Claire’s neck, his lips gently grazing her nape, his hand sliding down her side towards her hip. She felt him turn her in the direction of the mystery door and lead her towards it. The bolt unlatched and the door creaked open. Stalker took her bound hands and glided her down the stairs slowly, taking care to make sure she wouldn’t fall. As they reached the bottom Claire heard another door unlock and then she was led into the room. Claire tried to make something out but the blindfold kept her in pure darkness without a hint of light. "Where are we"?, Claire asked. "This is your surprise", Stalker responded. She felt him take her hands and put something through the rope which bound her wrists and then a clicking sound of something locking. Without warning she heard a whir and then felt her arms being pulled up skyward above her head, stretched them above her body. "Ahh, ahh, ahh" she gasped as the pain shot through her arms.
“Spread your legs”, she heard Stalker say to her, as her heart began to pound harder this time, fear for the first time entering her mind.
“Wh, what are you doing”, Claire stammered, her nerves getting the best of her. He moved over towards her body, his hands resting on her hips and slid them down her thighs, caressing her softly.
“Shhhh, there’s nothing to be afraid of, you’re going to enjoy this, I promise. Do you trust me?”
Claire, feeling his hand gently stroke her body, relaxed a little, though she was still nervous. She was in a strange room, her hands suspended high above her head, unable to see and far away from her home. Completely out of her comfort zone. She knew there was no choice but to answer affirmatively however.
“Yes”, she said meekly. "Good girl", Stalker said. "Now spread your legs, Claire and don’t make me ask you again.“ Claire moved her legs apart slowly for him.
“Wider”, Stalker ordered her. Claire complied, moving her legs further apart. Next, she felt Stalker’s hand rubbing her ankles, and removing her sandals. A cuff wrapped around her leg and she felt him tether the cuff to something on the floor. As she tried to pull her leg in, she found that she was unable to.
“Please stop, I don’t want to do this right now.” Claire cried out, her voice weak and halting. Without saying a word, Stalker pulled her other ankle wide, and affixed a similar cuff around it and secured her to the floor, her body now spread apart, like an inverted Y. He then took her blindfold off as Claire’s eyes darted around the room, looking around quickly at where she was.
Stalker took a knife and cut through the shoulder straps of her dress watching the top spill down, revealing her slinky black lacy bra, her cleavage practically begging to be released. He took his knife and cut the fabric down her side, pulling it off of her, leaving her in her freshly purchased underwear.
“What are you doing?!?, Claire exclaimed harshly, immediately regretting her tone. Stalker smiled, retrieving the last part of Claire’s outfit, a large roll of silver heavy duty duct tape. He pulled her head back sharply and quickly pulled the tape over her mouth, wrapping several layers over her mouth and leaving her unable to speak.
"MMMMMMMPH MMMMMMMPH” Claire grunted, her cries echoing through the room. Stalker watched as she writhed around in her binds, his cock growing harder by the minute as Claire desperately tried to free herself. Stalker put the tape down and stood behind Claire, again pulling her hair back roughly, snapping her head back. Claire’s breathing was rapid and loud, as she felt him against her.
“I did this all for you, Claire. I wanted to give you everything you’ve always wanted and dreamed about”
Claire shook her head violently, the only real form of communication she could make in her current predicament. Tears welled up in her eyes as she looked into Stalker’s. She noticed a change, gone was the sweet, mild mannered man, replaced with a scary, intimidating man, with a sinister look in his eye. Stalker looked at her, his expression unchanged, unsympathetic to Claire’s desperate, pleading eyes.
Without saying another word, he turned around out of Claire’s view. He returned a minute later, standing silently behind Claire. Claire could feel his breath on her bare back, her heart pounding away as she turned her head to the side trying to see what he was doing. Little grunts of terror escaped Claire’s mouth as she waited for something, anything to happen next.
Stalker quietly waited, letting Claire’s mind wander and her panic level increase, standing behind her silently. Finally, after a couple of minutes, he took the black opaque fabric and again tied it over Claire’s eyes. Claire tried to move her head but by the time she realized what was happening, he had already grabbed her by her hair putting the finishing touches on the knot in the back of her head.
As Claire mewed in protest, Stalker circled around her. His placed his hands softly on her stomach as Claire startled. Stalker raised his hands slowly up towards her lacy bra, massaging her breasts softly through the fabric as Claire stood helplessly, her body completely open to whatever Stalker had in mind for her.
Stalker silently reached around and unhooked the bra, then cut the shoulder straps allowing Claire’s firm round breasts to spill out. Stalker took them in his hands, kneading them slowly, watching Claire’s reaction, her body enjoying the touch even as the fear inside her escalated. Stalker began to rub his hands up and down her torso, caressing her bare skin. Claire, in spite of herself began to feel herself get aroused and a soft purr escaped her taped mouth. His hand slowly crept down towards her panties, slipping his fingers underneath and into her now eager and aroused pussy. His hands began to massage labia, working gently to awaken and swell her clit, which his thumb gently began to stimulate and massage.
Claire’ panic began to subside as his hands worked expertly on her body, one massaging between her things, the other caressing the rest of her body, a body which was helpless to resist or do anything but accept the pleasure being bestowed upon it. She felt her panties pulled down and ripped off in a swift motion, leaving her completely naked and on display for her captor. As Claire began to build towards climax, Stalker suddenly removed his hands from Claire’s body, leaving her frustrated, her eyes shrouded in darkness, unable to see what he was doing. Her gagged mouth grunted its frustration. She waited and waited for Stalker to continue, uncomfortably shifting in her bonds, her body weaving from side to side, her movements restricted by the cuffs securing her.
Stalker quietly retreated to the other side of the room, returning with a riding crop. His cock was getting harder each second, watching Claire’s naked form twist helplessly. He came back beside Claire and pulled her head back roughly by her hair causing Claire to cry out, her breathing again becoming shorter and faster, her heart quickly racing again. With his other hand, he let the crop fly, striking Claire’s breast hard, eliciting a high pitched squeal of pain.
Claire’s mind swirled, trying to figure out what was going on. Her breast throbbed with pain from the crop’s bite. Before she could recover from the first blow, the crop struck her breast again, harder this time, in almost the exact same spot. Claire’s nostril’s flared as she took in air, her breathing bordering on hyperventilating. Seconds later, the crop struck again, this time on Claire’s soft belly. "MMMMPH MMMPPH!“ was all the sound that could escape Claire’s sealed lips. Stalker brushed the crop straight down the center of her face as he continued to hold her hair tightly.
"How does that feel, Claire? Is it what you’d hoped for?” Claire tried to shake her head, but Stalker’s grip wouldn’t permit it. Claire’s breasts felt as if they were on fire. Her mouth tried to protest, but all that escaped were incoherent grunts. Seconds later, the crop struck her thigh, the pain ripping through her again. Claire could feel the tears welling up in her eyes, staining the blindfold covering it. She desperately breathed in through her nose, the air seemingly being sucked out of the room with every blow. As Claire waited for the next strike, her body trembling, her brain screamed at her for what an idiot she was for travelling up here all alone. She hadn’t told anybody where she was heading and no one would even realize she was gone for at least a couple of days.
Stalker quickly snapped her back to attention with another blow to her spread legs, this one on the inside of her right thigh. Stalker, tightening the grip on her hair, pulled her head back more and whispered to her.
“Let’s see just how much you don’t like it, shall we?’ He let go of Claire’s hair and moved his hand town her body over her breasts, and finally between her legs. "For someone who doesn’t like this, you sure have a funny way of showing it.”, Stalker sneered at Claire, wiping his slick finger over her gagged lips.
Claire felt her face flush as his fingers massaged her sex, knowing that she was wet, her body betraying her at the worst possible time. She felt her face redden even more after he spoke, embarrassed at what he said. Why had her body betrayed her like this. She was terrified, her heart was racing, but at the same time, she was aroused? What kind of person was she? Before she could reconcile any of these feelings, Stalker was again talking to her, softly whispering to her.
“I know you’re enjoying this Claire, and over the next few days, I’m going to test your limits beyond anything you could have imagined. I’m going to make you mine in every way, by the time you go home, you’re going to be a completely different person.”
Claire shuddered as he spoke, wondering just what he had in store for her. She tried to protest, tried to scream out, to beg him, let him she wasn’t this type of girl. But before she could even let out a garbled plea, the crop was striking her again, her firm round ass, feeling the harsh lick of the crop, her mind screaming out in protest, while her body displayed something different. She felt Stalker’s hand now on her ass, sliding over her hips towards her sore breasts, she could feel his cock pressing against her thoughts immediately shifted as she felt his hard cock press against her aching pussy. She wanted him to take her right there. She felt his hands caress her nipples, as his cock slid inside her, thick and hard, stretching her eager sex easily. He twisted her nipples hard and roughly as he began to pump in and out of her, the pain registering in her brain as much as the pleasure.
Claire felt her hips grinding against Stalker, her body almost involuntarily reacting to what was being done to her. As Claire felt the orgasm begin to build inside her, a brief fleeting thought wandered through her brain. Was she becoming what she feared, a deviant sex slave, the type of person she never imagined she would be. As quickly as the thought came, it left the same way, interrupted by the rush of pleasure filling her body, an orgasm the likes of which she had never felt ripping through her. Her body, straining with pleasure in its restraints, was beginning its transition from independence to that which belonged to someone else.