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Online Strangers [ShortSighted and Zombies Galore]

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ShortSighted

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Dec 20, 2009
17 year old Mandy was just like every typical teenager. The only problem was she didn't really have any friends and spent most of her time in her room on her computer while doing her homework. Her parents had allowed her to have internet to get her out of the way and she was glad as it meant that she didn't need to be in the same room as them when they fought.

For the last few months she'd been talking to a guy that claimed to be 18 and today had being the same. After school she'd gotten home to her mother and father shouting and screaming, retreated to her room and instead of doing her homework had gone online to talk instead. After telling her friend about her parents once again fighting, he'd suggested meeting up with her to take her mind of things. After some hesitation, Mandy agreed and so here she was sitting on a park bench waiting for him to show up.

Whereas he'd asked for a picture of her in one of their chats, she hadn't asked for one of him. She'd sent one to him of her from school. She was sitting down in a black short skirt, and a white shirt, a black neck tie to. Her long red hair falling down her back and her green eyes staring at the camera. Mandy was rather good looking, standing at around 5'5 for her age with 36c boobs, and weighing around 130lbs. She had some nice curves on her. She sat on the bench in her school uniform still.

Her eyes scanned the park as the sun was starting to set and Mandy waited patiently, looking for anyone that might resemble an 18 year old boy. Little did she know that he'd told her a few small lies and had different plans for her.
 
Nate's different plans included the judicious application of chloroform. He was so surprised this eighteen year-old had told him so much about herself, about where she lived and how old she was; that she had even gone so far as to send a picture of herself to him. That had been most unexpected, especially since she did not ask for one back. Of course, her family was a mess, but what could one expect out of this modern age? The thirty year old shook the thoughts loose from his head. Her family would no longer matter, chances are her constantly bickering parents would feel relief when she was gone, so that they could focus on the eternal verbal war they seemed intent on playing out against each other.

After the sun had set Nate began approaching Mandy. She looked every bit as beautiful as she had from her picture, and she was even dressed in a cute little short skirt, white shirt and tie. Wonderful. Nate was wearing tight fitting jeans, a white muscle tee and a dark green hoodie, with mirrorshade sunglasses. He loomed over Mandy at six feet tall and outweighed her by seventy pounds, easily, most of that muscle. Her would-be kidnapper quietly stalked behind her, steps carefully laid down one after the other, with a rag soaked in chloroform in hand. He reached around Mandy and clamped the rag down over her mouth and nose, hold it there until he could feel the young woman stop struggling against him.

Once that was done he hefted the comparatively light young woman, taking the opportunity to squeeze her firm young rear, and casually carried her over to the trunk of his sedan. It was an anonymous blue, nothing special about the four door car. He quickly tied her hands together behind her back and her ankles together, then put duct tape over her mouth in case she woke up en route to his home. A black bag went over her head next, cinched around her neck so that she would not be able to see where she was going, and then a blanket over her so that she would be obscured if for some reason the trunk managed to pop open. Nate was cautious. He had planned this whole scenario out and run through it time and time again, even going so far as to watch the park for a time when no one was around.

In under half an hour they were in Nate's garage. He carried Mandy down to his basement and set her down on what resembled a dentist's chair. He cut the duct tape from around her wrists and secured her unconscious body to the chair; he strapped down her arms at the wrists and her legs at the ankles to the chair before finally removing the bag from her head. She would probably have vicious cotton mouth from the chloroform so he brought a bottle of water from the kitchen upstairs and removed the duct tape from her mouth. He dribbled water along her mouth. "Wake up, Mandy, wake up." He held the water bottle to her lips so that she could swallow some if she liked.
 
One minute Mandy was at the park waiting for someone and then the next minute she was struggling as someone grabbed her from behind and put a cloth over her mouth, stopping her from screaming as they held her to the bench. The cloth smelt funny and soon she realised what was going on and tried to fight harder. It was no match and soon she was seeing black and out to the world.

The next thing Mandy knew, she felt water on her lips and heard someone calling her name, sounding distant. Trying to move, she panicked, fighting against her bonds and opening her eyes to see the man in front of her. She whimpered almost choking on the water that entered her mouth as she coughed and spluttered before taking a gulp because her mouth was so dry.

"Please...Please... Get me out of here... Something happened... I think someone took me..." She mumbled, struggling again, tears filling her eyes.
 
"Mandy, Mandy; don't cry," Nate said, removing the water bottle from her mouth and setting it down on the floor. He reached out and caressed her cheek, making small comforting noises. For all that he had kidnapped the unwanted girl, he did not want to hurt her over much. It had taken months of talking to her to get to the point where should would feel comfortable agreeing to meet him. There was a certain amount of affection he held for the young lady. "It'll be okay--it's me, Nate."

He removed his mirrorshade sunglasses to reveal his soft brown eyes, full of compassion. Most of that compassion was false. In his mind Mandy was merely going from being a second class citizen of one kind to another, except here she would spend a fair portion of time servicing his needs. He brought the water bottle back to her lips and let her take another sip. "You must be parched.

"See, you were complaining about your parents and how they screamed so much, so I decided to save you from that. To bring you here. Sure I'm not eighteen--but I'm a man. A real man. Not just a jumped-up boy looking for respect."
 
Mandy stared at Nate as he revealed who he was. No. No. NO. It couldn't be Nate. He was so sweet. He was so caring. He talked to her like a real person; like she meant something. He wouldn't take her. "No... Nate... Let me go please... My parents will get worried. I know they fight and stuff but I didn't mean to leave them. I still have to live at home." She told him, crying her eyes out more at the thought.

Mandy looked around trying to find out where she was but it was impossible to know. She had no idea where she was and still felt sick and dizzy from the chloroform that she'd had. Taking another sip of water she tried a different approach with Nate, hoping he'd untie her. "Nate... Untie me and we can talk about this. Let's just sit down and talk about this. We should talk. I mean your a good friend... Good friends talk..." She explained.
 
As far as Mandy knew she was in a room with no windows. There was a cot in one corner, a toilet, a shower stall. Nate brushed the tears away from Mandy's face as they streamed down from her eyes, "Shhh, shhh; it'll be okay. It's me, Nate. Would I hurt you?" He took her chin in his hand and made her look directly into his honest brown eyes, "You're right. We are good friends and you're already sitting down. So what do you want to talk about?"

He reached into his back pocket and took out a folding utility knife. He flicked it open with a practice flick of the wrist, the blade swinging open. He reached forward and popped the buttons from Mandy's shirt one by one while he waited for her to open up the conversation. He was prepared to talk with her for a while before her training started. Nate was not a fool, he knew that it would take a little while for her to accept her new position.
 
Mandy nodded as she was glad he wanted to talk. "Untie me and we can talk, you're my friend Nate and that's what we should do, sit and talk properly, not like this. You just scared me. I can stop crying. It was just a shock." She told him.

When the knife came out Mandy was hopeful that he was going to listen to her until he started cutting at her shirt; then the young girl panicked, starting to fight the bonds and trying to find some form of escape or move away from the knife.

"Nate... Please don't do this... Please can we just talk. You don't need to do this. I'm your friend..." She told him, panicking, tears streaming from her eyes again as she tried to fight the chair but had no luck. She was properly bound to the thing and wasn't going to escape any time soon and Mandy realised that he wanted sex.
 
Nate reflexively moved the knife back, not wanting Mandy to cut herself. "Whoa, whoa, Mandy! You have to be careful. You could have gotten yourself hurt there. But you have a point to getting freaked about that. It's not very safe." With that he quickly unbuttoned the rest of her shirt. He balled up his fists in her white shirt and with a powerful tug tore it in half. He flicked open the knife again and quickly put small cuts in each of her sleeves. He dug his fingers into the cuts and tore them open, then he bodily removed her torn shirt from her body.

"Mandy, you are my friend. That's why you're here. You're a beautiful young lady who nobody appreciates. Your parents argue all the time, and I don't mean to sound harsh, but I'm your only real friend. Can you think of anybody at school who actually cares about you? Can you think of anyone who's going to care when Monday rolls around and you don't show up?" Nate asked, looking Mandy right in her beautiful green eyes.
 
Mandy let out a loud scream as he tore her shirt away leaving her in her bra. She'd never let anyone see her naked, not even her mother or the girls in the locker room. Mandy was completely innocent, which was a rare thing these days and half the things that were sexual and common knowledge not even she knew, for example she knew about sex but not anal or oral. She hadn't even thought that you could also do those things to a girl and if she knew she'd really freak out.

"Teachers will know and worry. I need to go to school and finish my education so I can get a good job. Listen Nate, I'll be good. We're doing this completely the wrong way. I realise that now. You like me and I like you. But you don't tie someone to a chair and strip them. We need to go about this slow and start off like every boyfriend and girlfriend do." She stated, not realising that wasn't the relationship he was wanting. It was master and slave. She had no choice in what she wanted.

"My parents will start to worry soon. Despite the fighting they do care." She added.
 
For an innocent, Mandy had a delightful body. Nate had largely gathered how naive she was, how sheltered her parents had kept her, and that was part of the reason he knew he had to have her. She was like a blank slate to scrawl on what he wanted after he erased a few pre-existing passages. That could be difficult, though. However Nate did so love a challenge. He reached to the hem of Mandy's skirt and reach around until he found where to unzip it, "Mandy, you won't need to go to school anymore. You won't need to find a job. I'll take care of you, here, with me, where you belong."

He shook his head, "Your parents won't look for you. Your teachers won't really care. How big is your class size? Thirty? Forty? How many students do your teachers see in a day--it's certainly over a hundred. Certainly. Now I need you to be careful so you don't hurt yourself." With that the knife came out again and slid down Mandy's black skirt, cutting it neatly. He slid it from underneath her and added it to the pile of rags that had been her shit.
 
Mandy cried harder. "Please Nate... Please stop. We can talk and work this out... Please don't make me naked. I've never been naked in front of anyone." All she could do was beg now, beg for him to leave her alone. "Please..."

Shaking her head she tried to ignore what was happening to her, hoping if she shut her eyes for long enough he'd go away and she'd be back at home. "I thought you were different Nate. Different from the perverts. You said you liked me and now your hurting me. Please can we work this out. I'm sure we can come to some sort of agreement. You don't need to tie me up."
 
"I do like you, Mandy," Nate reassured her, patting her knee. He closed the folding knife and tucked it back into one of his pockets. He dropped the green hooded sweat shirt from his body, revealing the muscle tee he had on. His shoulders were broad, his muscles defined from his daily exercise regime. "Shhh, it'll be okay. I'm here to take care of you. You can trust me. Mandy."

His voice was suddenly commanding, almost sharp. "Mandy. Look at me. No, Mandy, right now; look at me. You can trust me. Say it. Say you can trust me."
 
When Nate started to take his clothes off Mandy continued to struggle against her bonds trying desperately to escape. "I don't trust you! I never will. Not until you untie me Nate. You can't just do this Nate. You wouldn't if you cared." Looking away she refused to look at him, not thinking of the punishments she might get for it. As far as she was concerned she wasn't going to get punished. Mandy was too naive and innocent to think like that, plus she didn't think Nate would hurt her.
 
The much larger man gave Mandy a stinging slap to catch her attention. He decided not to point out the contradiction in her previous statements, which pretty much ensured he would not release her from her chair. His foot found a peddle on the floor and the chair leaned back, the legs and arms stretched out, so that Mandy was soon flat on her back and spread eagled, naked except for her undergarments. "Mandy. Pay attention to me. Right now."

He stalked around the chair until he was behind her head and looked straight down at her, the back of his hand slowly caressed the spot where he had just slapped her, almost as though Nate were trying to rub the stinging away. "You must be respectful of me or else I will punish you. You have garnered one punishment already. Would you like more?"
 
Mandy was distressed, that much was obvious. Especially after the slap that she'd received causing her to cry even harder. She looked at Nate though and kept her attention on him, not wanting to be hit again as she lay there feeling the change in position as the chair lay her back and spread her arms and legs out, leaving her wide open for Nate to do whatever he wanted.

The girl felt her heart move to her throat as he mentioned punishment and Mandy decided the best way to avoid punishment was to cry and apologise. "I'm sorry Nate... I'm sorry... Please don't hurt me... I don't want to be punished. I'll listen and watch you." She told him, her voice begging and pleading him not to give her a punishment.

Her ass wiggled on the chair, her white panties the only thing covering it as her legs were still trying to get out of their binds causing her ass to rub up and down the chair with her struggles.
 
It was tempting to let it go this one time, certainly, and Nate internally debated the pros and cons of such. However, the debate was cut short by the decidedly suggestive state of her pelvis wiggling back and forth as she struggled against her bonds. Nate leaned down and gently kissed away a few of the salty tears running tracks down Mandy's pale face, his fingers affectionately brushing her bright red hair out of her face. "Mandy, I'm still the same guy you know and like. How many eighteen year old boys do you know who would be able to empathize with you? Who would be able to understand your situation? How many eighteen year olds can quote Keats and Shakespeare off the top of their head?"

He removed himself from hovering so close to Mandy. His fingers slowly trailed down the side of her body, starting at her shoulder and following the curve of her obliques, over the hem of her white cotton panties, and down her legs to her feet. "When I saw you, I knew that I had to have you. That I had to save you from your predicament." When his fingers reached her feet his thumbs slowly dug into the bottom of them, giving her a practiced massage. "How many times did you wish for your white knight to appear?"
 
Mandy shivered as his hands moved down her body to her feet before massaging them as he spoke. She told herself that she'd gotten out of her punishment. Nate was being gentle and wasn't hurting her. She didn't dare take her eyes off of him as he moved, not wanting to anger the man and give him a reason to hurt her. Maybe if she did as he wanted and calmed down she could escape.

"You're right..." She muttered. "I wanted saving. I wanted saving by you Nate. Let me show you how grateful I am for saving me." She told him, stopping her struggles. "I dreamt all the time that my white knight would come for me, and you did. I realise that now. You care enough for me to save me. My parents never cared and never will."

If she played her game well then maybe he'd be fooled and let his guard down long enough for her to escape. "I can't believe I've only just realised this. I'm sorry for struggling and fighting you. It was stupid of me, Nate." She forced her tears to stop as she lay there, watching him.
 
"It's okay," Nate told her, his fingers carefully working on Mandy's feet, carefully attempting to put her back at ease after he kidnapped her. The rather large man spent time rubbing warmth and comfort into her feet before he moved forward along her legs to her calf, planting an affectionate kiss on one of her big toes. "I wanted you to feel as though you were transported to a different world where you aren't just a student anymore. You're not just a girl. You're a princess now."

The large man unthinkingly put a hand through his thick auburn hair, mussing it up before it even truly had a chance to settle. "I'm still the same man who colors his text your favorite color. I still think of you dancing when I see the sunset."

He closed his eyes, breathed in and smiled as his hands worked further up Mandy's legs, standing between them as they were wide open, halfway up her thighs. His deep, mellow voice slow ground out, "Mine eye and heart are at a mortal war
How to divide the conquest of thy sight;
Mine eye my heart thy picture's sight would bar,
My heart mine eye the freedom of that right.
My heart doth plead that thou in him dost lie--
A closet never pierced with crystal eyes--
But the defendant doth that plea deny
And says in him thy fair appearance lies.
To 'cide this title is impanneled
A quest of thoughts, all tenants to the heart,
And by their verdict is determined
The clear eye's moiety and the dear heart's part:
As thus; mine eye's due is thy outward part,
And my heart's right thy inward love of heart."

It was one of those sonnets he loved so dearly, able to recite it unbidden.
 
Mandy relaxed as best as she could in the situation trying to appear calm and relaxed in hope that Nate would let her go, well at least untie her. "I can dance for you Nate. I know how to dance. Remember me telling you that I took some dance classes, maybe I could show you. Would you like to see?" She asked, remembering them talking about Mandy's after school dance class. She'd been doing it for years in an attempt to get away from her parents and she did it 3 nights a week. Maybe he'd let her dance for him. Gain his trust and then run when she had the chance.

When he recited the sonnet Mandy smiled. "That was lovely Nate. Absolutely beautiful. I'd love it if you recited more sonnets to me at some point." She added, trying to look as innocent and convincing as possible. She didn't want to look like she was constructing a plan in the back of her mind and just hoped she didn't give herself away. Surely he'd slip up and she'd have a chance. He couldn't keep her attached to the chair, could he?

It was then that Mandy looked around the room. "Is this our room? Or my room? I thought if I'm here maybe we'd be in the same bed. If this is my room though, maybe I could decorate it. A nice blue colour, been as that's my favourite colour. I think this room would look nice in blue, do you?"
 
"I would love to see you dance, Mandy," Nate said with a smile, focussed on a knot near Mandy's crotch. His hands wandered to her innocent white panties, finger tracing the skin that fell directly against its hem. "This is going to be your room. We can paint it blue once you've earned it by being good for a week. See, we'll have to try to train you to be a princess. That used to take a life time, but you're a smart lady, so you'll figure it out quickly. You can share my bed as a treat, if you like."

His fingers hooked under the hem of her thin cotton panties and pulled them to the side, revealing her tight young pussy. He went to a knee and seemed to think for a moment, his lips hovering a bare inch from her young sex, his hot breath playing across her sensitive flesh. Mandy's kidnapper stood back up, slowly placed the small cotton covering over her pussy and leaned forward, his hands pressing down against the chair. His nose brushed against her's, "I want to kiss you, Mandy. After the white knight saves the princess, traditionally, he gets a kiss."
 
Mandy tried not to cringe or flinch as he moved her panties and stared at her sex. She listened to his words and tried to keep herself in check. She had to gain his trust and make him believe she wanted to be there. "I can be good for a week. But to dance I need to be untied. I'm a good dancer." She added. Mandy was slightly confused by what he meant by training her to be a good princess but she knew a good reply. "I can be a princess. I don't need training. I can be taught on the way. I want to be your princess." She smiled, "just like in the stories." She added naively.

She hated that she was being treated like a child. If she was naughty she'd get nothing, good then she'd get a treat and be able to paint her room. She didn't quite understand what he wanted or what Nate was doing. When he came up asking for a kiss Mandy froze for a minute before shaking her head, trying to knock sense into herself. "Sure. You can kiss me." After all, a kiss wasn't too bad, right?
 
One of Nate's large hands brushed an errant strand of fiery red hair behind Mandy's ear before his lips touched her's. His tongue expertly caressed the edge of her mouth before his teeth ferreted out her succulent lower lip and drew it out. Nate went back to kissing her, familiarizing himself on a more intimate level with her mouth, thumb absently rubbing against the cartilage of her ear. Her mouth was a sweet hot vault, one clearly unused to the finer art of kissing boys. But that was okay--when her lips became slimy her rubbed the wetness away with a caress--she would learn to be so much more than she was now.

Her captor pulled away after a short eternity and planted a trail of kisses between her breasts, down her flat stomach, and over her panties. He lightly pressed a finger up and down against her sex, describing large ovals, the apex of which happened to be along the line of her hooded clit. "I thought it would not be fitting were I to nuzzle into your pink little pussy before kissing you on the mouth. By the way--I rather adore the way you taste."
 
Mandy tried to kiss back but she was inexperienced and it didn't go as planned, her kiss sloppy against his experienced one. It was awkward being tied down. When he stopped and started heading south, listening to his words Mandy knew she had to buy herself some time and had to think fast.

"I want this to be romantic with you, Nate. Can we be all romantic where I'm not tied down. On the bed or in your bed?" The panicking teen suggested. If she was going to get sexual with him, she wanted it to at least feel romantic. "I've always imagined the intimate stuff that I do to be with someone I love and it been all romantic. And wouldn't you want it to? Where it's all loving and gentle and romantic. Can I get a shower so I'm nice and clean for you. I haven't had one since last night and I want everything to be perfect for our special moment together." She told him.
 
Nate pressed his nose against Mandy's thigh and breathed in. After a moment's consideration he removed his nose from its station pressed against her flesh, "I like the way you smell. It's like freshly turned leaves in autumn." It had not initially been his plan to just bust out with sex and call it her first time, he had wanted to wait for something special for that, like right after they had painted her room. However, in the mean time, there were so many things Nate could do to Mandy that she clearly, from their conversations, had no idea about.

"If I untie you from the chair, do you promise to be a good princess for me?"
 
Mandy nodded her head as soon as Nate asked about untying her. "I will. I promise." She told him immediately. "Anything for you Nate." She added. Mandy was naive and innocent, but she was smart and calculative and knew what she had to do to get out of the situation. She just didn't have any idea what Nate had planned. Mandy just assumed it was sex and that was it. She had no idea of the different things that sex meant and that one could do to another or all the sexual positions and that there wasn't just virginal sex. Mandy watched and waited for Nate to untie her. She couldn't just run when it happened. She'd have to plan it for the right moment.
 
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