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Online Strangers [ShortSighted and Zombies Galore]

"If you really loved me you wouldn't have chained me down and forced that thing into my mouth!" Mandy snapped angrily at him. "Love isn't about sex and all that horrible stuff. It's about caring and looking after the person. You don't force them to do things. I'm mad at you for that. I'm mad at you for what you've done. You embarrassed me and just treated me like a thing and not a princess." Mandy figured she could get away with speaking her mind, thinking that Nate wouldn't hurt or punish her as he'd promised her. "I want some clothes to put on while I sleep. I don't want to sleep naked."
 
Nate was silent before he untangled himself from Mandy and pulled the blankets back. He scooted to the edge of the bed and sat there, staring at the wall for a moment, his mouth quietly working on words that would not come. Mandy's captor turned around and deftly slid his powerful arms under her armpits and then around around her waist, bodily pulling the young woman over his lap as though she were a fractious toddler. He gave the young woman two swift swats to her rear, "Mandy. I am Prince Charming and you are the Princess. You have been saved from your wicked parents by your white knight and should be grateful." The large man sounded truly wounded. "Moreover, do you think I am some sort of slut? What we did was special I forced nothing on you!"

He sighed and held the young woman down, naked, across his lap. "Now apologize. I would prefer not to go to bed angry with you."
 
Mandy cried out as she was dragged over Nate's knee and she had her bottom smacked, the firm cheeks turning red where his hand hit the cheeks. Mandy easily started crying and struggling, her legs flailing about and trying to get herself up off of him. "I'm not saying sorry for anything! I didn't do anything wrong Nate!" She growled, determined to not just give in and accept this new life of hers. Now that she wasn't tied down or locked up, if she could escape him and run she would. "Now stop being stupid and get me some clothes so I can get dressed and go to sleep!" She demanded, trying to get herself off of his knees, her ass still staring at his face.
 
There was little Mandy could do to escape Nate's vise grip. He ignored the young woman's crying and flailing, assuming that if she did not get the response she wanted--acquiescence--enough times she would inevitably learn and stop. His hand came down on the young woman's recently reddened rear, fingers "accidentally" slipping down to caress her sex. "Stop this nonsense now or I will gag and restrain you." That was less a threat than a promise, one that was underlined by another quick swat.
 
"STOP!" Mandy squealed as he hit her again, her cheeks getting redder as her little as wriggled up at him. Finally Mandy stopped struggling, realising it was best to be unrestrained for the night where she'd have a better chance at running once Nate was asleep. "I'm still mad at you for what you've done." She stated, just lying limply over his knee, her ass feeling like it was on fire. "Now can you let me go to sleep?" She asked. "I want to go to sleep." She lied.
 
Nate could not help but laugh at Mandy's squealing, the gales of laughter quickly subsiding down into chuckles. He affectionately rubbed the sore red spots where he had spanked Mandy and let go of her. "Get back in bed, Princess." Once she had snuggled into her previous position Nate crawled back in next to her, pulling the blankets back up around them. He engulfed her in his strong arms, giving her a gentle squeeze, his legs wrapping around her's. The older, larger man sighed as he nuzzled his nose into Mandy's shock of fiery red hair, though not before he quickly cuffed her wrist to his own. Though insane, Nate was meticulous. He showed a large amount of fine detail planning for someone so mentally unbalanced.

"I just want to you to know, one last thing before we fall asleep; I love you, Princess. Everything is better from here on out, now that we're together."
 
Mandy frowned as he slapped a handcuff on her wrist and soon attached it to his. He didn't love her. It was all a lie. He just wanted her body and as he hooked himself around her, pulling her into him, she shivered, her eyes filling with tears at his words. Mandy just closed her eyes, pretending to try and sleep. She couldn't sleep though. No matter how hard she actually tried, after the events of the day she couldn't settle and was trying to think of an escape plan. Nate wasn't going to just trust her. She was supposed to trust him but without his trust she wouldn't do such a stupid thing. Maybe she just had to fool him.

Finally in the early hours of the morning, Mandy drifted to sleep, having being thinking about everything Nate could do to her, or try. He was holding her to himself and Mandy knew that sex was going to happen if she didn't escape. And if she didn't escape Mandy shivered at the thought of him possibly using sex as a way to stay together and fall asleep of a night, him inside her. Mandy frowned drifting to sleep with that in her thoughts.

She didn't sleep for long as the handcuff cut into her already cut wrist a couple of hours later, causing her to wake up and yelp slightly.
 
During the course of the night Nate had managed to keep his hold on Mandy, even when he rolled onto his back and brought her with him completely unintentionally. The man was a deep sleeper, definitely something the young woman could use to her advantage later, when she inevitably attempted to escape. He woke up at seven in the morning when his alarm went off grunting and confused. There was this warm, soft body pressed against him, nestled uncomfortably close to his clockwork morning erection. He rolled over and wriggled so that the redhead was off of him before reaching beneath the mattress and finding the key to their cuffs. After a few abortive attempts he finally pushed the key into the hole, unlocking it was a succinct klik and removed the metal apparatus from Mandy's already abused wrist.

The cuff then came completely off and back with its key between the mattress and headboard. "Mmf. Good morning." Bleary eyed and uncoordinated he stumbled into the bathroom, closed the door behind him and proceed to urinate. A satisfied sigh, flushing, the sound of running water and Nate peaked his head out of the window. "Princess, would you mind being a dear and washing my back?"
 
"Maybe if you treated me better I would." She stated just lying in bed and not making an attempt to move just yet as she weighed her options while lying there. She couldn't remember if Nate had locked the door or not when they entered the previous night. Mandy had hardly slept and was grumpy, something that was not good if she was supposed to be behaved. "I'm staying in bed until you promise to get me clothes." She added, demandingly.
 
"Have I done something awful to you thus far?" Nate asked with one eyebrow arched skeptically. Crazy as he was, Nate did not see what he had done wrong. He had accounted for the idea she would not take well to the lying or kidnapping, but things happened. She would get over it. Nate certainly bounced back quickly from things of that nature. His eyes idly caressed the curves of her young body, settling on her pert young breasts before sliding down the smooth valley of her tummy.
 
"Yes, you have. You've forced me into this. You forced me into here and yesterday did things without my permission. If you had asked nicely, or not kidnapped me then maybe I would have accepted it. Instead you tied me down and hurt me. You've put this thing on my neck and you won't let me dress!" She snapped at him. "I want you to treat me nicely!" She added, not understanding herself that things had changed and she had no real say in anything here.
 
Nate took a deep breath, closed his eyes, and counted to ten. He was not a morning person. Mandy was about to find that out. "How did I hurt you, Princess? In the, oh, hour I spent making love to your most sensitive place what did I do to hurt you? Do you remember all those times you said you wished you didn't have to live with your parents, how much you wished someone would come along and save you?" Nate's arms went wide, "Well, I'm here."
 
"LOOK AT MY WRISTS!" Mandy screamed at him. "That hurt. You did something I said no to. You didn't ask me what I wanted." She told him. "And when I said I wanted someone to whisk me away, I didn't mean kidnap me and force me into sexual things. I thought you were different Nate. I thought you were a decent person but you're treating me like an animal, not a person."
 
Nate crossed the space between the bathroom door and the bed in three surprisingly fast strides, his wide hand clamping shut over Mandy's mouth. His eyes were bloodshot, bright red, and his face was livid with anger. "Do not. Ever. Scream at me. In the morning. Again. Ever." He pushed Mandy's head backwards and forwards to simulate the motion of her nodding her head. "The reason your precious little wrists were injured is because you tried to fight back against your Prince. That was your punishment. Princesses aren't supposed to fight against their Prince--the Prince knows best."

With that he slowly released his hand from its death clamp over Mandy's mouth. "You cannot judge our time together based off of this misunderstanding. Come into the bathroom and I'll take care of your wrists, okay?"
 
Mandy just nodded her head and slowly got herself off of the bed, wondering what she'd gotten herself into. The male in front of her just didn't seem to understand her, or he just didn't want to. She felt the tears come again as she quietly made her way into his bathroom so she could get her wrists sorted. "Can I get some clothes after?" She asked, "I don't want to spend the day naked. You have your clothes, can I have some?"
 
Clothes were the one thing that Nate had somehow managed to glaze over in his plan. That meant going to the Wal Mart a few towns over to grab something for the young woman, which meant leaving her alone when she was most likely to escape. The large man worried his lower lip while he considered his options, absently looking at the marks on Mandy's wrists. He pointed to the toilet, "Sit down there, I'll be back in a moment."

He went to his dresser and found an old Dead Kennedy's t-shirt that was baggy on him--it would be voluminous on her. He brought it back to the bathroom and handed it to Mandy, letting her down the shirt herself. "I am sorry, but more appropriate clothes will have to wait for a little bit." Nate rummaged through one the cabinets below the bathroom sink and came out with a box marked with the classic First Aid red cross. He gently took Mandy's hand in his own, his big fingers enveloping her doll like fingers, and kissed the point beneath her palm where the cut looked the worst almost apologetically. It was after her captor's little show of affection that he applied first a combination antibiotic-analgesic-astringent gel to her wounds before wrapping her wrist in gauze. He repeated the same process with her other wrist before looking up and seeing one of her pert young nipples poking through one of the small holes in the well worn shirt.

Nate quickly plucked at the cloth near her chest, allowing the shirt to resettle so that she could maintain a modicum of decency. "Better?"
 
Mandy was grateful for the shirt and quickly slipped it on. She didn't understand why Nate was suddenly been nice and affectionate after what he'd done the night before, but nodded when he asked if she was better.

"Yes. Thank you Nate." She told him quietly as she just sat there staring at her wrists covered with the newly applied gauze. It was stinging slightly, but that would stop, at least her wrists weren't going to get infected now.

Mandy half expected Nate to want something else from her now, worried that it would be her virginity and that he'd expect sex. She even expected him to have her tied up again at some point because of last night and how he'd done the same. "Can I have something to eat? I'm kinda hungry." Mandy finally spoke up as her stomach growled and she realised that she hadn't eaten at all. She wondered if she was going to get to see the rest of his house or if to get food he'd tie her up again.
 
"I am not the best cook," Nate admitted. "However, I do make a mean breakfast burrito. How would you like on of those?"

He stood up from his kneeling position and, without thinking, scratched one of his firm butt cheeks through his boxers. He stretched back and yawned, unintentionally thrusting his crotch a few more inches than were completely necessary in Mandy's face. His limp member was easily outlined in his boxers by his stretching and though limp was already an easy four inches. One of his hands scratched the back of his head, "Also, would you mind waiting for me to shower and brush my teeth 'n all that? It will not take over long."
 
Mandy shook her head, seeing that it was the perfect time to escape. "I'll wait in the bedroom while you shower and brush your teeth and get all good looking for me." She smiled. "Plus your bed is really comfortable. I like it. I hope my bed is that comfy." She added before leaving the bathroom and hoping Nate trusted her enough to leave the room and just stay in the bedroom.

When Nate didn't seem to be showing any signs of following her out to either restrain her somehow to stop her running Mandy got up and headed over to the door, surprised when she tried the handle and found it unlocked. Without looking back to see if Nate had appeared Mandy quickly exited the room and ran for her life, taking down the blue sheet that Nate had put up and trying to find the main door out of the house before Nate found her.
 
Maybe if Mandy has waited until Nate was showering she would have gotten away. Perhaps if she had walked instead of running as though the devil was after her. Nate shot out of the bathroom, toothbrush forgotten in the sink, thundering through the house after her. It was no surprise where she had gone--there was only one place to go. He leaped over the blue sheet so that he did not step on a tack and sprinted through the kitchen, slid across the linoleum as he had so many times before, then leaped, bodily tackling the redhead to the floor.

He smothered his mouth in one of his big hands while the other grabbed one of her arms and cruelly wrenched it behind her back. "I decided to be nice to you this morning," Nate hissed, his mouth nearly brushing against her ear. "But now? Now you've left me no option."
 
Mandy screamed as Nate tackled her and grabbed her, pulling her arms behind her back painfully. Mandy was crying immediately before hearing Nate's words, her body tense with fear at what he'd do. In the end all Mandy could think of was begging and apologising.

"I'm sorry, Nate. Sorry. I'm really sorry." She told him, crying her eyes out. "Please don't hurt me. Please don't. I'm sorry." The girl told him a blubbering mess as she was actually scared to what he'd do.
 
Nate hauled the sobbing young woman up by her arms, twisted behind her back as there were, and gave a resounding slap with his meaty free hand to her rear. There was nothing held back in that spank, unlike last night. "Quiet!" He roared as he bodily marched her through the house, his hand falling on her rear again and again. He all but pulled Mandy down the stairs to the basement and threw her at the chair she had been strapped down to earlier.

"Get in it and strap yourself down!" Nate's face was a rictus of betrayal and anger.
 
Mandy squealed as he kept slapping her rear as she moved back to the basement, her arms hurting and her ass red from his slaps. The girl was shaking in fear now regretting trying to run. She'd messed it all up and he was really going to hurt her now.

As he pushed her to the chair, Mandy moved further away from it, towards the bed on the floor while crying and watching Nate. "I'm sorry Nate. I'm sorry. I won't do it again. I'm sorry." She cried, deciding that if she talked herself out of the mess she wouldn't dare try to run again. She could see the anger on his face and stopped moving as her back hit the end of the bed.

"I'm sorry." She cried, not wanting to be tied down.
 
"You're sorry? You're sorry?" Nate threw his hands in the air, clearly out of sorts. Frothy toothpaste bubbled out of the corners of his mouth, giving him the look of a rabid dog as he paced back and forth in front of her, hands almost shaking from how completely enraged he was. "I thought we had something special, Mandy. I thought you cared about me! But no! The moment I turn my back to get prepared for the day you book it! You just want to leave me! Just like that!

"I thought you were my Princess," that last hissing sentence dripped hurt, one of his big fingers pointing ominously at her.
 
"I'll be your Princess. I'll be your princess. I don't know what I was thinking. I'm sorry Nate. I'm sorry. I just got scared. I didn't mean to. I promise I won't do it again." Mandy rambled in tears trying to figure out how to get herself out of the mess she was in. Mandy was terrified of getting punished by Nate and she could see how mad he was. She should have waited until he was in the shower so he couldn't hear. She'd being so close and now she was in big trouble. "I'm sorry." She repeated.
 
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