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Online Strangers [ShortSighted and Zombies Galore]

While Nate may have been mostly insane he was at the same time quite shrewd. He did not yet trust Mandy not to run off. She had gone from sobbing, pleading to be let go, to suddenly no longer argumentative and combative. Now she was mellow, passive, accepting. No one made a real change like that so quickly. Nate undid first the straps on her legs, and then on her arms, leaving her free to move about. "You may shower, if you like," Nate told her, pointing to the shower stall in the corner of the room next to the toilet. She would find shampoo and conditioner--both the brands she had mentioned loving--and her favorite soap. If nothing else, Nate had a highly critical eye for detail and a good memory.

He backed out of the room, opening the door to an ascending stair well and then locking it behind him. Nate's steps faded up the stairwell while he prepared his room--shutting the blinds, closing the curtains, hiding the porn and lotion. The man checked the bathroom off of his room and carefully hid his razor, took the knives placed around his room and hid them as well. It would be most unfortunate if Mandy got it in her head to bleed herself out or some such while they were up here.
 
Mandy sighed with relief when she was free and listened to his instructions. He was trusting her. She was grateful for the chance. "I'll get showered and ready." She told him as she went into the room and started to run it. Once she was sure Nate was out of the room and away from the door she went up the stairs and tried to open the door. She frowned when she realised it was locked and headed back downstairs, knowing Nate would get suspicious if she hadn't showered by the time she got back. Quickly undressing, Mandy showered, frowning when she saw it was her favourite. He'd been remembering everything she told him. It scared her. Hopefully she wouldn't have to stay long. She just needed a chance to escape.

Once she'd finished showering, having washed her body and hair with the soap, shampoo and conditioner, Mandy dressed in her underwear again before looking at the rags that were once her clothes. She couldn't put them back on unfortunately. In the end she looked around the room for anything that might help her escape before sitting quietly on the bed and waiting for Nate to come back.
 
Nate quickly tacked up a bed sheet to the top of the wall next to the entrance to the basement so that Mandy would not be able to see into the rest of the house. Instead there would be that navy blue sheet carefully tacked to the walls at the corners and the middle so that there was no way she could see through on her left. Instead just the blank white walls of the house, which smiled slightly of recent antiseptic and synthetic orange scent.

He clambered around his room, quickly erecting candles. Soon the room was softly glowing from a variety of candles from short, wide and white to long, tapered and crimson to everything in between. More than a few of the candles were vibrant strands of wax wrapped around each other, with a long wick. There was a medley of scents floating through the room, but lavender seemed to overpower and blanket the others. Nate clasped his hands behinds his back looked at his work. For twenty minutes he had managed quite a bit. His room was presentable, as ever, but it had a glow to it. Some nice background color.

This is ridiculous. Nate snorted and looked down between his feet, trying not to laugh. He was trying to fulfill the virginity fantasy of a girl he had kidnapped after stalking her under the guise of an eighteen year old boy. Life really is stranger than fiction, huh?

With that last observation and a small chuckle he walked out the door of bedroom and then twisted on his heel, walked to his bathroom and grabbed a towel. Nate paused before he left his room again and rifled around in his closet, shoving a couple things into the towel. He had not left any down there out of fear that Mandy may try to use them as a final solution to her problem. He gripped it by his side before he unlocked and opened the door, slowly pushing it open to see Mandy sitting despondently on her cot. Nate took the two small items out of the towel in his hand and walked slowly to Mandy before presenting her with the towel, as though it were an olive branch. "Here. Figured you'd be dripping wet."
 
Mandy had noticed the lack of towels at the time and when Nate came back down with towels she gratefully took them and dried her hair and body properly. "Can I have some clothes?" She asked. "I don't like been so exposed Nate." She told him quietly. "I just... I... Maybe we don't need to have sex yet and we should just get to know each other more in person." Mandy suggested, trying to postpone what could happen to her.
 
"You are never exposed when you are with me, Mandy. You're safe. There's no need to worry. I understand it's hard to trust other people, but you know you can trust me. We've been talking almost every night for three months." Nate said with a broad smile. He pushed one of the items into a pocket and held the other scrunched up in his hand. "You said you wanted to sleep in the same bed and be romantic. We're going to do that. I even made up my room specially for you."

He unveiled the blindfold in his hand, "Here, put this on."
 
Mandy looked at the blindfold and frowned. "You expect me to trust you when you don't trust me." She started. "It doesn't seem fair." Mandy told him quietly, taking the blindfold. "We're just going to sleep in your bed right? No sex or anything. It's just I'm not ready for that sort of stuff yet, so just lying and sleeping, right?" Mandy asked Nate, before finally putting on the blindfold This was either going to be a big mistake or would just buy her more time. She didn't know why she wasn't allowed to see anything, it made her feel pretty worthless to Nate, but she sighed, knowing she had to go along with it for now.
 
"No, it'll be better this way." Nate gently took Mandy's elbow and slowly lead her across the room, carefully watching her feet so that she did not stub her toe, maddeningly irritating as that was. When the ascended the stairs he gently turned her and brought her forward all of fifteen feet before stopping her, opening a door, releasing a flood of lavender and slowly walking her into his room. "Be still, just for a moment. I have a gift for you."

Nate could be heard rustling through something and then coming back out. He carefully brushed Mandy's hair over one of her shoulders and slipped what felt like a necklace around her neck. It was not very long, she could not feel it going down to nestle in her chest. It felt comfortable, if a bit thin, almost as though there was some sort of lining to it. An odd necklace. Nate carefully removed the blindfold from Mandy's eyes, showing her his room. Candles were on every surface, across the bureaus, dresser, the shelves of the book case. The room, a rather neat affair, was lit with an even glow from the candles.

There was a door to the wall on the right, one opened a crack to reveal white tiles. In all reality, it was his bathroom. Nate rested his calloused hands on Mandy's hips, "What do you think?"
 
If Nate had been a boyfriend that she was dating for a while, and she hadn't been kidnapped into the whole situation as well as standing there half naked, then she would have appreciated the room a lot more, as it was her smile was one of sadness more than happiness. Nate wasn't who she'd believed him to be and everything that had happened... well it scared Mandy before she had a feeling that Nate would hurt her if he didn't get what he wanted.

"It's beautiful." She told him. It wasn't a lie. The room was beautiful, it would have just being appreciated more in better circumstances.

She hadn't failed at noticing that he hadn't answered her previous question. "We're not going to have sex yet, right?" She asked, looking at him before she remembered the necklace that he'd put on her and she tried to look at it before moving her hand over it trying to get a feel for what it was as she couldn't quite see it on her neck.
 
"No, we're not going to have sex yet." Nate replied evenly. However, that did leave open a whole other branch of fun things to do with a young woman's body. A princess' body, no less. He smiled as he watched Mandy finger the collar he had put on her. It was a supple leather thing with fur lining on the inside, perhaps lamb. Oh, there she's found the ring. That's a cute little curious look, the man thought, looking down at the redhead as she tried to figure out just what was going on with that new necklace of her's. There was no buckle or anything to give the immediate fact away, though there was a clever little catch--you need to hold the collar in two different places for it to unlatch from the seamless point where it joined.

Still standing behind her, Nate stripped off the muscle tee and jeans, leaving him in his black boxers. His body was mostly tan, largely from bicycle riding in his shorts alone when the weather permitted. The forty-five minutes he spent on his core made since given the washboard abs, his shoulders were thick with muscle. Clearly Nate was a man who believed in exercise and, from well turned calf to shoulders, largely outweighed this comparatively small girl. He laid a hand on her hips and slowly guided her to his bed, pulling back blue blankets and sheets for her to snuggle into. There was a eye bolt that had been screwed into the wall above the headboard of the bed. "Climb on in, Mandy. We'll be prince and princess, tonight."
 
Mandy thought it was a strange necklace, but didn't seem to click onto the fact that it was actually a collar, not a necklace. If she'd known she would have freaked out and had a go at Nate, but lucky for her she didn't realise it.

As he guided her over to the bed, she got inside and cuddled up under the covers believing that nothing was going to happen to her. "Prince and Princess." She smiled slightly, ready to close her eyes and go to sleep, thinking that that was all they were going to do. Once she felt Nate get into bed, she lay there expecting him to cuddle up to her.

"Night Nate. This is a really comfortable bed. I'll sleep well here." She told him, yawning as she was tired, not noticing the eye bolt that was above the headboard. Mandy just closed her eyes and got ready to settle down for the night.
 
Nate crawled into bed after Mandy after he grabbed what he had earlier put in his pocket. His arms wrapped around the pale young woman and held her close against his muscular chest. Once her breath evened out into the slow pace of sleep Nate behind the mattress and came out with a cord with locking clasps on each side. He reached up and clicked one side to the eye bolt above her head and the other down to the ring on her collar. He looked down at Mandy as she slept, apparently undisturbed after her admittedly traumatic, emotionally draining night. The small item he had stuffed in the pockets of his jeans earlier had apparently been a leather ring gag. He carefully inserted the strong rubber ring in her mouth and tied it off behind her head.

He slowly brushed his hand down Mandy's flat tummy, beneath the hem of her white cotton panties and softly slid his fingers over her young sex. His teeth gently nibbled on her earlobe. "Princess," he whispered, "wake up, princess." Chances are she was awake already, but somehow frozen. It would be difficult for her to verbalize with that ring gag in her mouth. His hands rubbed tight little circles on the teenager's sex, expertly brushing against her clit.
 
Mandy was falling asleep and was nearly there when she felt Nate starting to do something. She didn't open her eyes until she felt something forced to keep her mouth open and then she froze in fear, like a deer in headlights. It was only when Nate started talking that she seemed to come out of the frozen daze she'd entered and then she started to fight. Her hands immediately moving to the collar and lead that went from it to the top of the bed as she whimpered. Then they moved to the gag, trying to find how to get it off. Tears had filled her eyes and she was crying and whimpering, trying to talk and beg Nate to stop but she couldn't form the words, the only thing gathering in her mouth was saliva.

As Nate started playing with her sex she struggled more, kicking out at him and trying to stop him from touching her. She'd trusted him not to do anything. She'd actually believed that maybe he wouldn't do anything to her or he'd be gentle with her. This wasn't romantic at all. This wasn't what people did and the more Mandy thought of that the more she struggled, her fingers clawing at the gag, collar and lead.
 
In short, Mandy had been incredibly naive as well as a sound sleeper. One of Nate's powerful arms wrapped around Mandy's, locking her arms down so that she could not claw at the collar. His strong legs wrapped around her's, his muscular thighs rubbing against Mandy's dancer's muscles. "Mandy, princess, calm down. I'm not going to hurt you. I know this is different than what you envisioned... But tonight you're going to be a princess and this is what a lady does with her prince." His hand cupped her fuzzy mons as his fingers played with her, trying to rub warmth into that most personal place.

His lips brushed against her ear, "What we have is so special--I can change you. I can show you things that will make you cry out and moan."
 
Mandy was obviously distressed and showed no signs of calming down as she tried to fight Nate. After a while though she finally stopped her struggles but was still crying heavily and shaking her head. She tried to talk but it was impossible and all that happened was more saliva entering her mouth and a load of noises that sound like mmmmmmmmmmm's. She was panicked and scared, breathing heavily and her body shaking in fear. She was terrified of Nate now.

As he started to play with her, her pussy responded, starting to get wet as a spot appeared in her panties. Mandy fought a little as she felt feelings she'd never felt before enter her and she was so embarrassed about it, her body enjoying Nate's fingers. Her small and firm ass pushed off of the bed and into his hand once as Mandy struggled, but as her body reacted to his fingers her body welcomed pushing against his hand.
 
It was an interesting dichotomy to feel the wetness of Mandy's tears against his lips as he kissed them away versus the wetness between her legs. He wonder what would happen when those two roaring feelings met in the middle, her obvious terror and the roiling pleasure his fingers supplied at odds. Nate planted another kiss on Mandy's ear before his tongue slowly swirled in that thin shell of cartilage and flesh, taking his time to taste and feel the young woman beneath his prurient touch. "Mandy," he whispered across her moistened ear, "let me show you something special. We won't have sex. I won't take your virginity tonight. But we'll have fun, become closer. Nod your head yes."
 
Mandy was back to fighting and refusing to do anything Nate wanted. She was scared and didn't know what to do and wasn't really listening to his words anyway as she tried to fight him and his bonds. She couldn't get the gag off, her hands unable to aid her now that Nate had them pinned and she was still crying heavily and squirming under him as he played with her. Mandy was determined not to listen knowing that this wasn't what Prince's and Princess' did. He'd lied to her and that upset her greatly. She was glad that they weren't going to have sex, but she didn't want what he had planned for her.
 
Nate removed his hand from Mandy's hot flower, fingers wet with her fluids. He brought them to the young woman's mouth and smeared the wetness around her lips and under her nose before wiping it off on her stomach. It would be a potent reminder of her body's betrayal. After a very push Nate had rolled the redhead onto her stomach and was straddling her hips with a firm grip on her arms. He cranked them out from her sides and pulled them forward, not so that she was in an uncomfortable position before he quickly grabbed a pair of hand cuffs from between his mattress and the head board. Apparently he had done this before and was prepared for Mandy. Certainly a chilling thought.

He cuffed first one of her wrists, looped the chain through bars in the head board then cuffed her other wrist. Nate shimmied down the length of Mandy's body and flipped her over onto her back before quickly cuffing first one ankle to a corner and then another, both with hand cuffs that came out from beneath the mattress. "Mandy. Calm down. After tonight you'll see--I won't hurt you. You can trust me." The sincerity of Nate's tone of voice was profound, as though he really truly believed that anything he did would build trust after he had kidnapped her and tied her to his bed mostly naked. Not to mention molested her.

A few strides later he was at Mandy's side, somehow with a knife in his hand. "Be still. I'd really rather not accidentally cut you." He slid the blade through first one strap over her shoulder and then the other, then quickly cut through the fabric going over her solar plexus. Nate removed her bra before he followed through with a similar treatment to Mandy's panties, leaving her completely exposed before him. Nate closed the knife and replaced it where it had come from before climbing into the bed next to his young captive. His lips drifted down to her breasts and slowly explored, his hand gently kneading the breast his mouth was not gently tasting.
 
The girl unsuccessfully fought Nate the entire time until it was no use and she was chained up completely. The only real part that could move with any great freedom was her hips. She was crying harder now, more like wailing with her eyes closed tightly and screaming from the gag. She could smell and taste her juices and that horrified the girl.

When Nate appeared with a knife she was paralysed in fear. She didn't move an inch as he proceeded to make her completely naked. It just distressed her even more until he started paying attention to her breasts harshly. The girl returned to trying to fight and screaming while crying, trying to beg Nate to stop. Mandy was terrified and struggled harder causing the hand cuffs on her wrists and ankles to dig into her skin, making it go red and then cutting into her making her cry even more.
 
This was not going exactly to plan. Nate had expected Mandy to get over the shock somewhat quickly. Then again, he had just started. So, largely ignoring the young woman's wailing, he took each of her perky young nipples in turn between his lips and brushed his tongue along them. Nate took his time letting his lips explore the planes and hills of Mandy's body, shaking and quaking though it was from a complex bundle of emotions, most of which were associated quite heavily with fear. On the other hand Nate was a bundle of faithful hope, guided by some psychotic unverbalized master plan that lead nowhere at all. Mostly his entire idea was to keep her confined until she became docile, assuming she would be perfectly loyal to him, and then Mandy could start her new life with Nate. People went missing all the time it was often considered a cold case after seventy-two hours. Nate was relying on that and his complete lack of a criminal record.

In between kisses on her pubic mound, "Mandy, princess, try to be happy. Know that I love you and I'm doing all of this to make you better. So you can have a better life, with me, and be happier. We're just in a transitional phase right now." His lips descended upon her already wet sex, nose nuzzling against her clit as his mouth deftly explored her cleft. His tongue found its way between the layers of her lips, meandered in a high arcs over her entrance, and then curiously back down.
 
Mandy finally fought to the point of exhaustion. Her ankles and wrists wrecked from the cuffs and her struggling, a small amount of blood tricking down her arms. Her body just lay on the bed limply, her eyes screwed up even tighter now while she cried, trying to pretend that what was happening wasn't real.

As Nate moved to lick her sex, Mandy's body bucked against his face in shock and she let out a scream, her struggles renewing for less than a minute and her breathing becoming heavier as he continued to lick her private region. Mandy was trying to beg Nate to stop but her words were a blubbered mess with the ring gag keeping her mouth open.
 
Although the ragged sounds coming from Mandy's exhausted mouth could be easily mistaken for anything from signs of wariness to pleading cries, Nate instead chose to assume they were sounds of pleasure, especially given the way she ground her pussy up against his nose and mouth. His hands took hold of her buttocks as he carefully licked and sucked his way around her sex with the tenacity of a bulldog, completely unwilling to let go of his objective. No matter that Mandy was likely completely uncomfortable, being eaten out in her captors bad without her consent, in the delusion that Nate chose to persist in this was how he could win her over. By showing her that not only was he the only one who could unlock some sort of pleasure within her but by trying to convince her that no one else loved her. That second part would take a while longer, though Nate felt he had made some good inroads earlier.

He spent the better part of an hour between her legs, getting comfortable with the taste of her, the feeling of her juices smeared across his face. This was how Nate thought he would introduce Mandy to intimacy, apparently in the single most twisted way he could actually reasonably pull off.
 
Her hips squirmed as Nate took a good hold of her ass, a cheek fitting in each of his hands perfectly, her ass slightly spread open to reveal other hidden treasures of Mandy's while he eat out her other hidden treasure. The girl's gargling turned from protesting to pleasure through the course of an hour that he was in between her legs, causing several orgasms as he was relentless on her poor pussy, not giving it time to rest as he just continued. By the end of it Mandy was completely exhausted, her body still shaking from a mixture of pain, pleasure and fear; her body glistening with sweat from the event. Mandy just lay there with her eyes closed, breathing heavily looking like she'd passed out from the event. Her face red and tear stained.
 
Nate rolled back from between Mandy's thighs and rubbed his sore jaw--anything after forty-five minutes was nearly torturous on his jaw. The kidnapper carefully removed the cuffs from around Mandy's ankles, then the hand cuffs that drug into her wrists. He made small, concerned noises as he delicately took her hands in his. His lips brushed against the points where the cuffs cut into her flesh, as though he were a lover trying to kiss away the pain. In Nate's own mind he was just that. He crawled into the bed next to Mandy, throwing an arm comfortably around her before removing the ring gag and throwing it to the floor.

Mandy's kidnapper silently pulled the sheets and blankets up over them before kissing her on the ear. "Mandy, you should know; I would never hurt my princess. I only want to do things that bring you pleasure."
 
Mandy whimpered as Nate touched and kissed her sore wrists before cuddling up to the shaking and scared teen. She didn't dare say a word to him, she didn't struggle or try to get the chain off of her neck. She was too exhausted and her legs felt like jelly. Mandy knew she couldn't run if she got free. Nate was soon cuddling up to her which caused Mandy to tense obviously scared of him. Finally she spoke hoping if he knew that she wasn't happy he wouldn't do it again. "I didn't like what you did. You weren't nice. You shouldn't have forced me like that. It wasn't loving or romantic or gentle." She told him quietly, showing that she still had some fight in her, it was just more verbal than phyiscal right now.
 
The young woman next to him sounded so tired and brittle, not as though she were pleased from probably the most pleasure packed forty-five minutes of her life, but as though she were put upon and fatigued. That was not the reaction Nate had wanted, but he chalked it up to youth and having had a long day, not to mention being sheltered. The arm that was not curled over her snaked beneath Mandy's side so that both of his arms were wrapped around, holding her protectively. Nate's voice slow and clear, as though he had thought deeply on the subject matter before, "There is so much you have to learn. Making you squirm and moan like that isn't about gentle or romantic, it's about passion. The passion I feel for you pounds with my heart, the center of my being, where I am elevated by my love for you. All that pleasure you felt from my mouth came from love. You insult me when you say that it did not."
 
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