1 comments/ 11608 views/ 11 favorites Secret Internet Lover By: Wifetheif Kathy by and large enjoyed her life. Her husband Mike was supportive and loving, her daughter Amy was a regular angel. Kathy knew that she was better off than many of her friends. Oh, Mike might not be as romantic as he once was, but he was a good a husband as a woman could want. Kathy wondered if something were lacking in her own soul. Being a mother should have been more satisfying. Her job held enough interest, and she certainly liked being a wife and making love to Mike, but Kathy felt some unidentifiable something was missing. Kathy was not sure what her need really was, perhaps it was just a desire to have something of her own that she did not have to share with her husband, her daughter, her friends or her boss. Over the past year Kathy felt that she had indeed found part of what she was missing. His name was "Greg" and he was her internet lover. Kathy had discovered "Greg" in an internet chatroom and they had hit it off from the beginning. "Greg" was someone she could confide in and chat with in a completely nonjudgmental way. He seemed to understand her in ways that Mike simply did not. Kathy knew that Mike loved her. He took great delight in his wife's beauty. Kathy was not vain but she knew that she was more attractive than most women. Her long brown hair fell to the middle of her back. Her dark eyes matched her hair color. Her skin was flawless and she had a nice sized bust and what Mike described as "killer legs." Make delighted in two pictures taped to the bedroom mirror. One was taken when Kathy and Mike were on their honeymoon, the other had been taken last year at the beach. Both photos showed Kathy in a bikini. One had to pore intently over the second picture to discern that Kathy had given birth since the first picture had been taken. For Kathy, however, while Mike's love was a often a comfort, to be honest, she often took it and her husband for granted. "Greg"' was effusive in his praise of Kathy in ways that Mike at his most romantic and tender could not hope to match. "Greg" wrote her love sonnets and sincere poetry. In the ten months that they had been secretly conversing on line, Kathy felt supremely loved and desired. Was it really a sin to keep the existence of "Greg" from Mike? Her husband would no doubt not understand Kathy need for a secret, platonic lover and confidant. Mike was loving and understanding, but Kathy somehow knew that he would loudly object to Kathy's clandestine internet relationship. Keeping her husband in the dark was really for his protection, she reasoned. It was not like she was making passes at Mike's friends or coworkers. Kathy loved the fact that, even after all this time, the two had never even exchanged photographs. True "Greg" did seem to know a lot more about Kathy than she did about him. Where other women might have been troubled by the dearth of knowledge about the person they were pouring their heart out to, Kathy rationalized it. He, and Kathy was sure that "Greg" was a man, was probably trapped in a loveless marriage. Perhaps he was grieving widower or a man married to an alcoholic or a junkie, or a mad woman. Such a man as that was entitled to his privacy. "I'm probably giving him as much good as he is giving me." she told herself. Of late Kathy had been revealing more and more of her inner desires to her phantom lover. She told him the deep longing of her heart that her husband could not meet. She told him her raunchiest and deepest fantasies. And always, when she stepped away from the keyboard she felt invigorated. It was, in its own way as intense as the best sex with Mike, with none of the mess, vulnerability, or sweat. Kathy felt only a slight tinge of guilt, imagining that Mike was actually "Greg" when they did make love. "A little fantasy is good for a marriage." She told herself. A Friday afternoon some time later, Kathy was making her way to her car in the parking garage. It had been a frustrating week at work. Things had not gone well with her new supervisor. It seemed as though the woman expected the impossible fro her. All she wanted was to go home and take a long hot bubble bath. An empty house awaited her. Amy and Mike would be already be at her mothers. Kathy and Mike's mother were like fire and ice. Tina had mellowed a great deal since Amy had been born but she still treated Kathy shabbily. Mike had long tired of being the peacemaker between the two most significant women in his life so he suggested that Kathy spend the weekend alone. "You can catch up on your sleep or go see a movie or spend time with your friends. I know how hard your new boss is riding you. The last thing you need is to face the fury of my mother on top of that." "Mike can really be understanding, sometimes." thought Kathy as she stepped behind a van to get to her car. The blackness was sudden and total. Something was forced into Kathy's mouth to prevent her from crying out. There was a prick of a needle in her neck an then an even deeper blackness. Consciousness came slowly. At last the fog of the anesthetic and of disorientation left her. Kathy was panicked for a moment by the fact that she could not see. After an interval of desperation, she deduced that she had been blindfolded in some way. Carefully Kathy preformed a mental inventory. She was naked for one thing, and between the sheets of a large seeming bed. Kathy tugged with all of her might, but her hands and ankles remained in their restraints. Kathy wanted to scream out, but something in her mouth caused her to emit only the softest of squeaks. "Ah you are awake." said an authoritative voice from somewhere in the darkness. After an agonizing moment Kathy heard the voice again. "I'll take the gag out of your mouth now but if you scream it goes right back in. Understand me?" Kathy nodded her head vociferously. Kathy felt strange fingers reach behind her head and loose her gag. Kathy did not know how much time passed before she asked softly "Where am I? Who are you?" "You mean you can't guess, Kathy?" "No. Please! We don't have much money, but my husband will..." "Quiet down Kathy or I gag you again." Kathy amazed herself by getting a hold of her emotions. She tried to slow her panicked breathing and succeeded. The darkness that held her vision captive had lost a bit of its terror. She was sure now that she had not been permanently blinded. "I'm surprised you couldn't guess, Kathy. I am Greg and this is our love nest for the next week or so." "Greg?" uttered Kathy in stunned realization. "From the internet?" "Of course, dummy! I have gone to considerable effort to bring you here so we can make our mutual fantasy a reality." "Oh no! Greg, I didn't mean..." "A rustic cabin, just the two of us, you taking me time and again." said Greg, quoting Kathy's words back to her. "But.. but ..." sputtered Kathy "Oh, I expected some resistance. It's not like I could knock on the front door at 226 West Twentieth Street, snap my fingers, and expect you to follow me. No, there is still too much housewife, too much PTA, Too much office worker in you yet. After we have made love a few times, your inner slut will surface and we will have a marvelous time." "Please let me go Greg." "After going to all this work? I think not." Kathy tried to gather her wits. She knew that she was in terrible trouble but the only thing she could say in response was the obvious and inane, "Greg? Where are my clothes?" "Not on you anymore obviously! Kathy. Your body is just as magnificent as I imagined it. I had quite a wonderful time undressing you. By the way you should always wear such sexy panties, they were a very nice surprise package. I expect that the restraints will only be temporary. I had to take a brief nap. I drove quite a ways to get here. I needed to make sure that you did not try to escape while I was out. Your eyes are lovely. It is truly a shame that I will not be permitted to gaze into them, nor will you be permitted to see anything during our idyll. I'm trusting, to a point. But that will only help our fantasy time together and I can release you once we have fucked ourselves out with no danger to myself." Kathy recalled what she had been wearing. Low heels for work, a modest tan skirt , a red blouse under a white sweater, and her favorite wide black belt. Underneath, Kathy had worn a white lacy bra and a pair of sheer black lace panties that had been a gift from her husband, Mike. For modesty's sake she also wore a white half slip. The realization that she had been stripped by a leering, unknown stranger, almost made Kathy's gorge rise, her head swam in a roiling pot of shame, anger and fear for quite a while. Those thoughts were driven away when Greg threw off the sheet and blankets covering her bound body. "I mean just take a look at you." the calm, deep male voice began. "A body like this is anathema to clothing. Your tits are magnificent Kathy as are your fine legs and wide hips. I think you robbed a china doll to obtain your face. Even your cute little feet are sexy." Kathy felt Greg's tongue and lips encircle her right and then her left nipple. For the longest time Kathy's abductor lavished his attentions on Kathy's succulent breasts. "Please stop Greg!" Kathy spat. "If you take me away, ignore my words of refusal and fear. Just take me! Make me the woman I should be, the woman I only can be for you!" replied Greg. Kathy recalled those words as her own. With dread she suddenly remembered virtually every line of every fantasy she had sent to Greg. Never did she imagine that her innocent flirtations and desires would be taken so seriously. "Greg! You have to let me go! I did not mean what I wrote in that e-mail. You have misunderstood." "Oh you say that now Kathy." said Greg as he kissed his way around Kathy's very sexy navel. "But I know the real you, the you who sought me out, the you who is not satisfied with her life and needs more than anything to be taken, controlled, and most importantly, loved unconditionally. We will only have a week or so together Kathy but the passions that we exchange will transform both of our lives. Forever after in the future you will think back to our time together and smile reveling in the one time you were completely sated, completely tamed and totally loved and adored." "Get you hands off of me you perverted psycho!" shouted Kathy after absorbing Greg's words. "That is the conservative housewife and PTA officer speaking. I expect it will take at least a few days until you finally become honest with yourself, Kathy. Eventually you will admit to me and, most importantly to yourself that you WANTED this time together. You will hold on to the fiction that you are a sexually conservative being with every fiber of your existence until I break through your defenses. In the end your inner slut will be soothed by my warrior cock and you will know the joy of complete submission and total satisfaction." By now Greg's hot lips and tongue were dangerously close to Kathy's pussy. She tried to squirm away but Greg's bonds refused to yield. Kathy screamed as Greg's tongue began massaging her clitoris. Greg had indeed limed Kathy's deepest thoughts but she had never meant for anyone to abduct her and hold her against her will. Her violation was NEVER something she would consent to. No matter what her captor believed. "Greg, not now not in a thousand days would I want to be raped. Let me go!" "Rape is such a vile word. I'm not your rapist, Kathy I'm your sexual liberator. Now quiet down and relax. If you keep screaming I will return your gag." Kathy's jaw was still sore from whatever Greg had placed in it before. Kathy also realized that if her screams had not already alerted help then either the room, or whatever place she was being held, was soundproofed or out of earshot of civilized people. Thinking back on the missives Kathy had written Greg, she recalled most of the fantasies took place at a remote cabin. If Kathy was in such a place, she realized, then she was completely at the mercy of Greg, whoever he was. Kathy tried to recall what she actually KNEW about "Greg." In an epiphany, she realized that while "Greg" had told him many supposed details about himself, she had asked for no proof. Despite exchanging intimacies with him for almost a year, to Kathy he was actually a total cipher. She, on the other hand had told "Greg" about every aspect of her life. Even his name is no doubt a phony. Naively she had seen him as a sort of non-judgmental therapist and had confided her deepest, most intimate thoughts. "Obviously he paid rapt attention." thought Kathy to herself. Her misery was now compounded by the fact that her current situation was a direct result of her own carelessness and completely trusting nature. An involuntary shiver coursed through Kathy's body. "Greg" could do what ever he wanted to her. He could even kill her. If he had been careful in his abduction of her, and Kathy had no doubt that he had, he would would have left no trace as to what became of Kathy. If he wanted, he could keep her forever, to use as his plaything. "I am his, fully and totally. What I want is irrelevant." thought Kathy bitterly. She ran down her list of possible options. There were none. She could not flee, she could not fight back, screaming was ineffective. All she could do was lie there. Lying there was not an acceptable option either. "Greg" had a VERY good idea of what his tongue, lips and fingers were doing to Kathy's clitoris. Oral was Kathy's most favorite thing in the universe. Mike was not always as enthusiastic in servicing Kathy, as she had hoped when she married him but he was usually successful in getting her off. "Greg" however. It was obvious that he had committed to memory Kathy's descriptions as to how her fantasy lover would eat her out. Kathy tried to push her mind elsewhere but, "Greg's" cunnilingus abilities kept bringing her back. Kathy fought against the orgasm that was building in her. Kathy's beautiful skin flushed from head to toe once she climaxed. She turned her head in shame and for the first time was glad of her blindfold. She could not possibly meet "Greg's" eyes. He in turn could not gaze into hers and read her weakness. "Greg" laughed heartily and said. "You can't deny that you enjoyed that Kathy. I am going to leave you alone for a bit now, beautiful. No matter what else you may desire, your thoughts will be on that bit of pleasure I pulled out of you. After that there is a bit of groundskeeper to attend to, you get a trip to the toilet and then we sit down to dinner. Enjoy yourself, Kathy." Kathy felt the mattress of the bed shift as "Greg" rose and stepped off into the darkness. Her sheet and blanket were restored and Kathy heard her abductor whistling her favorite song as he strode away from her pinioned position. Being alone with her thoughts, turned out just as "Greg" had predicted . Her mind obsessed on the orgasm she had just yielded. She tried to envision Amy, Mike, and her office mates but time and again the familiar faces disappeared to be replaced by the image of a disembodied mouth and tongue having its way with her womanhood. After a while Kathy almost longed for "Greg's" return; his presence was sure to get her mind to focus on something else. "So, on top of everything, "Greg" is skilled in torture." thought Kathy bitterly. Kathy had no idea how much time had passed before she realized that "Greg" was again present. "Kathy, my sweet, I think you will be more responsive without all that hair in the way. Remember the night we wrote about that? I'll will feel so privileged to have a view that not even your husband has had." Kathy heard her abductor put down some objects. Clearly there was a table or other flat surface close to her hip. With total dread, Kathy realized what "Greg" had meant by grounds keeping. Kathy never shaved, aside from a bit of trimming for bikini season. Mike asked Kathy to shave many times. Asking was a kind way to describe it, Mike begged, pleaded and had pulled out ever weapon in his arsenal to get his wife to go bare but Kathy had refused his every overture. Kathy told Mike that, "Porn stars are shaved, not housewives. You must be very unhappy with me to want to change me. God made me this way, that should be enough for you." Kathy's words hung bitter in her mind as she felt the sheet and blanket being slid away once more. Kathy's body tensed as she felt a warm damp cloth gently daub her Mons. "Relax. I intend to be very gentle. Your not the first woman I have preformed this service for, you know." said "Greg" in a soothing voice. The sudden buzzing sound, like that of an angry hornet assailed Kathy's ears. One of "Greg's" hands rested hotly on Kathy's abdomen while the other seemed to be producing the buzzing. Kathy was smart enough to figure out that the sound was that of an electric trimmer. Slowly, gently, almost tenderly, "Greg" lowered the trimmer until Kathy felt its unmistakable presence on her pussy. "No, Greg! Don't!" cried Kathy as she struggled hopelessly against her bonds. "Shush, Quiet down, I don't want to inadvertently nick you." said "Greg" in his same calm, even voice. Getting a hold of herself Kathy at last slowed her breathing. Her shearing was now not just an inevitability but an ongoing process. The thought of being painfully nicked or having the trimmer bind over her most sensitive flesh, was enough for Kathy to force herself to take deep, regular breaths. She focused upon her breathing rather than contemplate what was happening between her legs. Kathy could not force her mind far enough away, however. Presently she felt "Greg's fingers running over her sex, admiring his handy work. "Close, but not quite, baby smooth. Now I am very good with a razor, Kathy but it goes without saying that you should not make any sudden movements." Kathy felt the warm cloth return and then heard the familiar hiss of the button being pushed on a can of shaving cream. Kathy felt "Greg's" warm hands lather up her Mons. After an agonizing interval, Kathy felt the gentle tug of the razor. "Greg" proved as good as his word. He was never less than gentle and was obviously quite adept with a blade. Kathy found her mind focusing upon the regular rhythm of the razor as it darted over her flesh, the sound of the razor as it was rinsed out in a basin and the feel of "Greg's" soft, yet obviously very strong hands. When "Greg's" fingers entered her to part the lips of her vulva, to remove every trace of hair, Kathy went rigid for only a fraction of a moment before relaxing. While horrific, in all honesty it was nowhere as bad as she had feared when her kidnapper had first stated his intentions. And then it was over. Kathy felt the washcloth upon her newly exposed skin and then a soft towel. The sensitivity was otherworldly. "Greg" ran his fingers over every part of her private place, until he was satisfied that not a single follicle remained. Even though Kathy expected it, "Greg's mouth, tongue and fingers soon set to work on her now bared sacred grounds. Fresh from the shave, her skin was especially receptive to his supreme talents. Kathy lost all of the composure she had tried to wrap about herself like a cloak. She felt the orgasm welling up in her. Kathy wished more than anything that it was Mike who was eating her out and not some malevolent stranger. If she had known that it would feel this good, she would have let Mike shave her ages ago. Kathy had Mike foremost in mind as "Greg" succeeded in breaching the dam. She screamed her husband's name as the orgasm reached its climax. Humiliated and her body in betrayal, Kathy turned her head to one side and wept piteously. Her tears were absorbed by the fabric coating her eyes but her nose began to run. Kathy felt a tissue press itself against her nose and heard "Greg" softly urge "Blow." Secret Internet Lover Morosely, Kathy blew her nose as "Greg" deftly manipulated the tissue. "I know that it will be a difficult thing at first, Kathy to let the real you out of the shell you have been building around it your entire adult life, but you just took the first small steps. We are going to slowly build to intercourse, by the time you are ready for that step, the old Kathy will be long gone." "Greg" let his words sink in for a moment before he announced. "I am going to free you from your bonds now. I am sure that you need to use the bathroom. After that we can talk over dinner. I will warn you quite severely now to make no attempt to remove your blindfolding device. First of all, part of it is fastened to your skin with surgical adhesive. I have the solvent that removes the adhesive, but I won't use it until I am ready to release you. Second and most importantly of all. If you DO manage to see what I look like, instead of releasing you to return to your dull suburban life, I will simply kill you. Understand?" Kathy nodded her head in the affirmative as she felt "Greg's" hands upon first her wrists and then her ankles. Her release was heavenly. Kathy wanted to run but where could she go? She was blinder than a bat and Kathy had no doubt that "Greg's" threat regarding her blindfold was authentic. With no other option, Kathy slid over to right side of the bed, arrayed herself in a siting position and alternated between massaging her ankles and wrists. Kathy became acutely aware that she needed to relieve herself. "Greg" allowed Kathy some time to reorient herself and massage her limbs for a short while before he grabbed her left hand and said gently, "I will lead you to the toilet. I won't have you messing my sheets with urine. Follow me." Kathy rose to her feet. Unsteady for a second or two she felt the rug under her bare feet. As "Greg" urged her on Kathy followed. As Kathy walked, the fabulous aroma of a simmering meal, reached her nostrils. Kathy realized that she was famished. Her lunch on Friday had been a carton of yogurt and a banana as she had had to meet a deadline for her demanding new boss. How long had she been unconscious? How long since she had eaten? Kathy had no clue as to the answer. Her tummy rumbled in response to the succulent smell. The carpet beneath her feet became ceramic tile and the acoustics changed. "Greg" steered Kathy and helped her sit on the commode. Kathy NEVER went when Mike was in the room but her current need for relief was so great that the presence of "Greg" was immaterial. A tidal wave of urine exited her body. Kathy was too relieved to register shame. Once she was finished, "Greg" instructed her to stand and she felt him wipe with the toilet paper. Somehow, to Kathy's mind, this violation was greater even than being stripped or shaved. Kathy heard "Greg" wash his hands before one of them re-gripped hers and urged her out of the room. A short time later Kathy was sitting in an upholstered chair. Deducing that she was obviously in the kitchen, she inhaled the enchanting aroma of the food. "Most time you will be sitting on my lap as I feed you. But I know that you are quite hungry now and need to focus only upon eating. I will be feeding you tonight, and every subsequent night while you are with me." Kathy felt "Greg" tie a bib around her neck. By now she was salivating like a Pavlovian dog in anticipation. "The utensils I am using emit soft beeps. They are designed to teach blind children how to eat like a sighted person. Focus on the sound in relation to your lips and we should get through this meal with a minimum of mess. I am going to start with a small bowl of soup." After the first few sips on the spoon, Kathy quickly understood the process. The soup was her favorite kind and it slid wonderfully and warmly down her throat. From time to time, "Greg" mopped her lips with a linen napkin. The cabin was silent as "Greg" and Kathy focused intently upon the task at hand. Before too much time had passed, Kathy had consumed the entire bowl. "Now, you get a small salad, after that some Asian chicken. After you finish eating it is bath time, a nice relaxing massage and then its off to bed. I'll let you skip your exercise tonight. I'll be right next to you in the bed. We won't have to make love unless you WANT to. Just having you under the same roof is the already the denouement of many of our shared fantasies. "Greg" fed Kathy a fresh salad topped with her favorite dressing and some of the best chicken she had ever enjoyed. "At least I won't starve." thought Kathy as her captor touched the napkin to her lips between bites of the chicken. Since she did not need her hands for eating, they explored her universe. Often she stroked her shaven sex. It felt so strange. Kathy wished that she could see what it looked like. Other times her hands went to her blindfold. "Greg" allowed her to touch but sternly warned her to not try and remove the object. Finally, Kathy deduced that over many layers of gauze, a pair of ski goggles was firmly glued to her face. Aside from an overwhelming desire to rub her eyes, it was not uncomfortable. However, the desire for the return of vision was downright painful. "Greg, if you give me my eyes back, I won't turn you in." "You must think that I am an idiot, Kathy. This way is best. I don't have to keep you bound and you can never learn any details about me. Keeping you blind means I can release you later. I KNOW that you don't want to die, sweetheart, you have a husband and daughter to return to. Of course by the time you see them again, I will be well seared into your soul." "What do you want from me, Greg?" "Oh, don't be stupid, Kathy. 'Together we will burn away the debris of our old boring lives and be made a new creature of pure passion'" Kathy felt the impact of her own words quoted back to her like a knife in the gut. "I wrote a lot of things, Greg. That doesn't mean I wanted THIS." replied Kathy softly. "On your deepest most intimate of levels you most assuredly did. Princess. Life was getting you down, Mike seemed distant, you were not connecting with Amy like you wanted and your job ... No you not only want you NEED the out I am giving you. You can be the wildcat you were born to be, Kathy. All those fantasies can come to life. And when it is over and we have given each other the succor of our souls, you can return to the life you knew. Think of this as a little honeymoon with the invisible man." "Oh, Greg. Please let me go. I will give you whatever you want, just let me go." "Of course you will give me what I want, Kathy. I DON'T have to take anything from you, however. You will give it to me and in the end you will thank me for taking you to this love nest," "Greg, I am NEVER going to thank you for kidnapping me and assaulting me!" "So you say now. But enough talk, its bath time." Kathy realized that in her state of blindness she was helpless. She could not strike back. Unless she got off a phenomenally lucky blow, there was no chance that she could cripple "Greg." She had no idea what her captor looked like but, since he was strong enough to incapacitate her and carry her off, he had to be at least as large as her husband Mike. "Greg" pulled out Kathy's chair as she stood and took her hand. Beneath her feet, the flooring changed until she was once again upon the ceramic title. "Greg" began to sing one of Kathy's favorite love songs in a very nice voice. "Greg's" hand fell away and Kathy heard the water running in the tub. Kathy also noticed a new scent in the air. As if reading her thoughts "Greg" began to speak. "The scent IS your favorite scent, Honey. There are several of your preferred candles in the room and I have just lit them all. Now you can relax during your bath with something familiar from home." "Greg" returned to singing as he waited for the tub to fill. Kathy did not know how to respond. The scented candles has always reminder her in the past of relaxation and peace. Kathy's bathtub was her "Fortress of Isolation" the place she went to decompress, recharge her batteries and, afterwards be better adjusted to face the world. Now she was not sure what the aroma meant but her mind kept dragging her back against her will to previous happy places. Kathy was caught up in that train of thought before she heard the taps shut off followed by "Greg" saying. "Let me help you into the tub, Sweetie." Kathy felt numb as her captor lifted her foot and positioned her to step into the tub. The water was hot as she liked it, but not too hot. Goosebumps momentarily broke out all over Kathy's skin before the hot water caused them to vanish. Behind her head "Greg" placed a soft bath pillow. From out of the darkness came the sound of recorded music. The sound of Kathy's favorite male singer should have been comforting but it was not. And then, most consternating of all, his hands were upon her. Kathy could have handled it had "Greg" been a simple groper. Instead he was tender, almost loving as gently daubed Kathy flesh with soap and ran the washcloth over her body. Not knowing how to react and what to do, Kathy ended up doing nothing. She sat, an inert, emotionally troubled lump as her kidnapper calmly bathed her. From the scent, Kathy realized that the soap was her brand as was the shampoo. Kathy felt as though she had been reduced to infancy as "Greg" rinsed ever millimeter of her skin. And then Kathy was standing as instructed and felt herself being rinsed off one last time. She managed to exit the tub without stumbling. Her feet on a bath mat, Kathy felt a huge terrycloth towel surround her body. She assisted "Greg" in the drying off. Kathy felt the gentle tug of a comb as it smoothed out her hair. Not for the first time Kathy wished for a view of her tormentor, "Your beauty is incandescent, Kathy. I have never encountered a more stunning woman. " After a moment, during which, "Greg" expressed more appreciation of Kathy's loveliness he stated very matter of factually, "Now it is time for one of my fabulous massages. Have no fear I will use your preferred brand of moisturizer as I work on you. I want you totally relaxed for bed. If you are not tired we can talk for awhile, unless of course you decide, we could do OTHER things!" With that "Greg" slightly guffawed and tugged Kathy's arm until she followed his urging an left the bathroom. The massage table felt just like the one at Kathy's spa. Her desire that "Greg" be ham-handed and awkward were thwarted once again as he proved to be amongst the most skilled massage therapist she had ever encountered. Despite every part of her mind wanted to rebel, her body kept relaxing and sending messages to her brain to turn itself off. In the tug of war between her body and soul, "Greg's" hands worked her flesh as though he were an elite violinist stroking a Stradivarius. Even as she uttered them, Kathy despised her sounds of pleasure. It was beyond awful, her favorite music in the background, her favorite scent in the air while someone preformed a most favored massage upon her. It was all divine and it was all hell. For reasons that Kathy could not understand, she rolled over with no resistance upon the word of "Greg." Beginning at her toes, he performed a most satisfying massage. At times , Kathy actually felt herself dropping off as he head sagged. Working from both ends until only Kathy' s sex remained untouched, "Greg" at last began to work on her womanhood. Her her captor excelled even his previous superlative work. Through manipulation of his hands on Kathy's pussy he extracted three orgasms in rapid succession out of his victim. Hating herself, Kathy lay supine upon the massage table and tried to relax her pounding heart and even her breathing. Her tormentor gushed, "See what wonderful gifts I can give you my pet? If you think this is something wait until I am inside of you." "Please Greg," Kathy begged, "have mercy upon me. I'm just a wife and a mother, I am nothing special. There must be other women, more willing..." "Oh Kathy, have you learned NOTHING as yet? You are so much more than a simple wife and mother, you are also an exotic, alluring, and VERY sexual creature. I will prove to you what an amazing minx you can be in the sack. I will make you so much more than you currently are, Kathy." "I don't want to be that Greg. I just want to e returned to my house where I can cook for my husband, assist my daughter with homework and yes, bitch about work." "That is NOT what yo really want, Kathy. We both know that. Now lets march to the bathroom to get ready for bed. You have no idea how stressful my day has been." "YOUR day? I'm a fucking naked prisoner!" Kathy felt a sudden slap across her face. "Do not criticize me or my motives, Kathy. I seek only the best for you, for both of us." Kathy gently touched her face where Greg had struck her. "Please don't hurt me, Greg. I'm sorry I upset you." After a long pause, "Greg" spoke again, contrition obvious in his voice."No, dearest, Kathy, the fault is my own. I apologize to you. However, you must start acting as expected. This place is going to be your home for at least a week. I will feed you, bathe you, wipe your butt as well as taking you as often as I wish. This experience will only be as pleasant as you allow it to be. I know what makes you tick though, Kathy. I will not need to force you, though I am certainly capable of that. I want your love and appreciation Kathy, not your anger and antipathy." "Well you certainly are going about it a strange way, Greg." "No, Kathy, I am doing this the only way I can. Now I'm sure you have to use the bathroom again, follow me." After a second visit to the toilet, Greg presented Kathy a toothbrush and centered her over the sink. The room still bore the scent of her favorite candles even though they had been extinguished. With help she washed her hands and face. Kathy took stock of her options. She certainly didn't want to be sharing a bed with this man. On the other hand, he did say that he was very tired. if she gave him what he wanted perhaps he would fall into deep slumber and Kathy could make her escape. Odious as the prospect was it seemed her only option. Kathy began to psych herself up for the task. Her only resource was her body. Giving an ogre a bit of what he sought so that you could escape said ogre was no sin. Mike was sure to understand. Later Kathy sat on the bed and listened in fear as "Greg" disrobed. The familiar sound of trousers hitting the floor, the rattle of keys. It reminded Kathy of Mike undressing n the dark after coming home from the second shift. The thought of her captor nude actually made him a bit more terrifying. His sword was now unsheathed. In her blindness Kathy could never hope to strike a disabling blow. Even if she were to manage to kick him in the balls or squeeze his nuts, would she be amble to fully incapacitate him? Would that just end up enraging him? Could she handle his anger? There was so much Kathy didn't know. All she had been able to deduce was that he was tall and probably muscular. The voice was flat and uninflected, almost as though it was not his natural speaking voice, which Kathy now realized was probably the case. "Terrific, I've been abducted by a tall strong guy who is possibly white. That narrows down the suspect pool to several billion!" She thought to herself bitterly. She knew what she had to do. "Greg" ordered her to lie down and he slid into bed next to her. Kathy felt him warm, large and not especially hairy. Gently he began stroking Kathy's face. "Would you like a kiss, Love?" asked the stranger solicitously. Stifling her discomfort Kathy managed to emit a barely audible, "Yes." His lips were hot, full and demanding. There was nothing tentative about the kisses, they were deep and pleading, those of a lover of long standing. Kathy was overwhelmed. Finally the suburban housewife was able to slow Greg down. But then he began to focus his attentions on the rest of Kathy's body, his large cock pressed flat against his victim's leg. Kathy tried to react as though she was enjoying this treatment to lull and disarm "Greg." The problem was part of her WAS enjoying this. Being spirited away by a stranger was her oldest and deepest fantasy and it was not one she could simply turn off. Still, Kathy stayed focused. His talented tongue began to eat her out again. Her now hairless pussy responded with a mind of its own. Kathy felt her body respond and cursed herself. Then "Greg" reared up said "Forgive me, Kathy." and plunged his penis deep into her vagina. Kathy tried to push him away or crawl out from under him but he was too strong and to determined to remain inside her. Kathy felt him quickly establish a rhythm. His penis was larger and thicker than Mike's. With escape impossible, Kathy hope that her assailant would wear himself out. He lasted for quite a while before erupting inside her with volcanic force. As "Greg" pulled away he said, "Oh, Kathy, I've been holding that in for months. I would not even permit myself to jerk off until I was with you, the perfect woman. Sorry that I was so insistent but you have NO idea what you do to me." Kathy absorbed those words as she felt "Greg's" semen oozing out of her body. To stunned to respond Kathy waited for her captor to lie down, perhaps she could soothe him off to sleep. Maybe if she gave him a blow job... Kathy's thoughts were interrupted by "Greg's." firm voice. "Well, I need sleep desperately, but you are not trustworthy yet." Kathy felt a shifting of the mattress as "Greg" sprang from the bed. There was the sound of movement and an alarming, instant tightness around Kathy's neck. In a nonce, "Greg" had trapped both of Kathy's hands and wrists with all of his weight. "This collar will keep you from trying to leave the bed tonight and these," Kathy felt something fur lined sliding over each hand in turn, "Are locking mittens that will prevent you from doing anything stupid like trying to injure me or attempting to remove your blindfold." To her horror, Kathy realized that she was chained in place and more helpless than ever. While "Greg" said, "Tomorrow I am taking that magnificent ass of yours." all Kathy could do was repeat the word "No." over and over again as she realized that her nightmare had only just begun.