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Old 05-03-2013, 11:16 AM   #1
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Some of you may have read this story on another board. I was never happy with the direction I took it and have started to rewrite it with a different bent. The first two or three chapters will be similar to the original. Comments welcome. Thanks for reading.

Internet Romance Redux

Claire was a 23 year old young professional. She had recently graduated from the university and had started her career in marketing. Bright and vivacious, she had the world at her fingertips. She had been working for just a few months at a small company but had already stood out as a rising star. She had recently moved out of her parents house and into her own apartment across town in the hip part of the city. She enjoyed her new apartment, close to the bars and restaurants she frequented often, and enjoyed the freedom that living on her own provided her. She lived close to many of her friends and enjoyed being able to go out and do as she pleased. All in all, she appeared to be typical of any young woman her age, she worked hard, she liked to go out and socialize and she lived a fairly carefree life.

There was one thing that set Claire apart from her contemporaries. Since she was a young girl, Claire had sexual fantasies that she believed most others did not. She had fantasized about being kidnapped and raped for as long as she could remember. She imagined being tied up tightly in a hidden basement or dungeon, hidden away where no one could find her. She pictured a captor playing mind games with her, using her body as he pleased, and making her suffer endlessly. She abhorred these things in real life but in her fantasies, the thought of being bound and gagged while a captor had his way with her turned her on in a way conventional sex could not. She has long tried to figure out why this appealed to her, but could not pinpoint any event that first triggered it. It was a part of her that she had given up trying to figure out. The fact that this fantasy turned her on so, both embarrassed her and made her angry. How could something so reprehensible get her off so easily. Yet., any time she would masturbate, her thoughts inevitably turned towards the taboo and she would find herself climaxing to the thought of her rapist finishing himself off inside of her for the first time.

Claire was aware of BDSM and other similar fetishes, but always believed that anyone really involved in it was some kind of deviant. She never sought it out, in part, because of her fear of getting caught. She couldn't imagine what would happen in the event someone she knew found out about her fantasies. The idea of someone else knowing her most intimate secret frightened her. She didn't want to be ostracized or thought of as some freak. She lived an otherwise normal life and intended to keep it that way. Her fantasies stayed just that, buried in the recesses of her mind, for only her pleasure.

Over the years, Claire had several boyfriends. She was attractive and outgoing and caught the eye of many young men. She had hinted to a couple of them what her fantasies were but never could bring herself to tell anyone what she really wanted. She enjoyed sex and felt that she was in love a couple of times, but none of her relationships ever ventured into the territory which she truly desired. She was too ashamed to confess to any of her boyfriends what she really desired. As her relationships would end, she wondered if her holding back what she craved was a factor. Many of her suitors told her that they felt she was closed off and holding something back. She never admitted it, but she knew they were right. How could she ever confess what she really wanted without someone thinking she was crazy. At the same time though, she knew she couldn't be truly happy until she had experienced what she desired.

One night, alone in her apartment, Claire found herself in front of the computer. Feeling aroused, she logged on to several websites she had found devoted to rape and BDSM. She enjoyed lurking around these sites, viewing the pictures and reading some of the stories and posts of other members. In part, she was comforted by the fact that in reading many of the posts, other members seemed to live normal lives as she did. Many spoke of keeping their fantasies a secret from their real life friends and family. Others talked about how they had partners who they had shared their fantasies with and often acted them out. Once she lived on her own, Claire found herself visiting these websites more and more, indulging in her fantasies and masturbating to some of the stories. One writer in particular, she enjoyed. He posted on the Rape Room, Claire's favorite board. The writer's moniker was "thestalker" and he wrote stories of abducting women and torturing them slowly and mercilessly in between sadistic rape sessions. He wrote eloquently though, in a way that drew her in and turned her on. She was often tempted to send him a message letting him know what she thought and how his stories made her come in a way that no others did. Any time she drew close to doing so, alarm bells rang out in her head. He's probably a psychopath, she thought. Why would she want to reach out to him. It's not like she was ever going to meet him. Rationally, she couldn't convince herself of a good reason to do so. Yet the temptation wouldn't go away.

One night, a little tipsy after a night out with her girlfriends, she found herself at her computer, reading the latest installment posted by "thestalker". She felt the moistness between her legs as she read his latest chapter. His stories typically followed the same path, the abduction of a young woman, which was followed by several detailed torture and rape sessions. She always enjoyed the intimate details he provided, describing the victim's fear, the elaborate ways she was bound and trussed up, the stifling gags to prevent her screams from being heard. He described things in such a way that Claire could imagine herself as the victim, acting out the storylines in her mind, imagining the unthinkable deeds being performed on her body. As she finished reading, she noticed that he was listed as currently online. Claire felt her heart beating rapidly as she clicked on thestalker's profile to send him a private message. As she stared at the screen, contemplating what to write, she felt her arousal increase as her panties became moist. She slowly typed a short one line message and hesitated as she debated whether to click send or not. Finally, her impulse getting the best of her, she moved the mouse to the send prompt and clicked the button, letting out a small gasp as the message went off into cyberspace. The message read:

Hi,

I love your stories. Can't wait to read the next chapter.

Claire

After she sent the message, she regretted putting her real name down. Why hadn't she made up a name, something that couldn't possibly lead to her. Then again, she thought, what information could possibly be gleamed from a first name. He had no idea where she lived, or even whether that was her real name. Plus, he probably wouldn't even respond. As her nerves began to settle, a message notified her that she had mail. It was from thestalker. He had replied to her message. She could hear herself breathing as she clicked open the email to read what he wrote:

Thanks for writing, wanna chat more about what you like about them?

Stalker

Claire couldn't understand why, but she felt herself getting aroused just by reading the words on the screen. In her slightly buzzed state, she kept reading the words on the screen, wondering if she should reply. Her mind kept racing with conflicting thoughts. "What could possibly happen?" on one end, while "You're crazy to even be considering this" was on the other. Eventually, the former, together with the feeling she was getting between her thighs won her over and she clicked reply and sent him her handle. She logged into her IM, her pulse quickening as she waited, wondering if he was going to message her. She didn't have to wait long before her screen pinged and all of a sudden there it was. "Hi there, Claire". Claire, stared at the screen, nervous to see her name being used by thestalker. "Hi", she wrote back, unsure of what else to say. "So, what do you like about my stories, Claire?" the response appeared. Claire, nervously fiddled with the keyboard, unsure how to respond. "Um, I just like reading them" she replied, hoping he would move on. "Anything in particular?" Claire tried to think of what to respond to that. She felt her face blushing as she began to type. "I like the characters and the plot", she replied carefully, as if she were critiquing a Shakespearean play. "Well, thanks very much!" came the response. "Gotta go, but maybe we'll chat again soon" appeared on the screen and with that, thestalker had logged off and Claire's internet rendezvous had come to a quick and unsatisfying ending. All for the better, Claire thought to herself. At the same time, she felt a pang of disappointment that the chat didn't continue. Why couldn't she bring herself to tell him what she wanted to say? As she logged off her IM, she noticed that she had unread private message at her Rape Room account. It was from him. She clicked it open and felt her pulse quicken as she read it:

When you're really ready to chat, let me know.

Stalker

Claire felt a combination of frustration and relief wash over her as she shut down her computer. In one sense, she was relieved, since contacting a strange person on the internet was not something she typically engaged in. On the other hand, she felt a sense of disappointment. She touched her panties and felt how wet the brief exchange had made her. Why did this turn her on so much? As she lay in bed that evening, unable to sleep, all she could think about was the brief interaction she had with Stalker. His stories ran across her brain, bringing images to her mind's eye that both frightened and aroused her. As she recapped the night's events, she closed her eyes as her hand slid down between her thighs, rubbing her sex through her wet panties as her other hand crept under her thin tank top. Slowly she massaged her stomach, as one hand moved up towards her breasts, her fingers gently pinching her nipples as she felt her arousal rise as she began to imagine herself in Stalker's lair, his victim, as he approached her bound naked form. Her other hand effortlessly slid under her panties, circling her clit slowly, methodically, imagining what he'd be doing to her, how he'd be punishing her. Her fingers increased the pressure on her clit as she imagined him pinning his weight on top of her as he entered her, another finger entering her pussy as her hips started to gyrate. Her body felt like it was on fire as she began to moan picturing his strong body holding her down effortlessly, violating her mercilessly. Finally, she climaxed, a wave of pleasure washing over her as she envisioned Stalker finishing inside of her, leaving her ravaged, bound body there helpless to what ever he had in mind for her next. As her body relaxed, she again thought about her brief exchange with Stalker. She would have to figure out what to do about that. Would she be able to tell him what she really thought? That thought was left unanswered as she fell into a deep restful sleep.
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Old 05-06-2013, 09:55 AM   #2
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Claire's life went on as normal over the next couple of weeks. She went to work, had some fun nights out and generally went about her day to day activities. From time to time her mind wandered back to her conversation with Stalker, but the times she logged onto the Rape Room, he was not logged on. He hadn't posted any new chapters to his stories either. These things tended to happen from time to time. Writers on these types of boards often went several days without posts and Claire easily found other material which suited her needs. As the days passed, Claire had began to put her brief exchange with Stalker in the back of her mind. That is, until one night, late in the evening, Claire found herself on the Rape Room site. After two weeks, there was finally a new post from Stalker.

It was his next chapter in his ongoing story, "The Abduction of Tess". Tess, the main character in the story was a young nubile twenty something who had been kidnapped by a psychopath. Each chapter Stalker had written had been building in intensity. Tess has been abducted one night and taken back to her captor's hidden retreat where he had been slowly toying with Tess, both physically and psychologically. This chapter was a torture chapter where Tess was restrained to the point where she could barely move, while her captor had prepared branding irons for use on Tess' bare flesh. Stalker created scenes with such detailed imagery that Claire felt as if she were there, an eyewitness to the horrors that were about to befell Tess. Just as about the first branding iron was about to be used, the drama at its peak, the chapter ended, leaving Claire wanting more. This was not unusual, Stalker had often ended a chapter without resolution, simultaneously frustrating and turning Claire on at once.

As Claire finished, she noticed that Stalker was online again. She felt a shiver up her spine as she contemplated what to do next. Her inner conflict returned as she debated to herself whether she should again dare to cross the line. Unable to help herself, she logged into her IM and saw his name lit up, as if it were inviting her to reach out. She directed her mouse over to his name, clicking on it. She simply wrote "Hi" into the chat box and waited to see if he would reply. A minute or two went by without response. Claire waited eagerly, hoping to see her chat box light up. Another minute or so went by and Claire felt her eyes getting heavy. Just as she was thinking about logging off, the chat box pinged, and the simple response "Hi" shined on the screen. Claire responded, "Remember me?". Stalker's response came quickly. "Sure, you're the one who liked characters and plot". Claire laughed at the casual sarcasm, thinking that Stalker was funnier than she would have suspected. "Right, that's me". "So what do you really like about my stories?" Stalker typed in bringing the conversation back to the original roadblock. Claire felt her face blush as she tried to articulate what she liked about it. Finally, unable to compose anything sophisticated, she responded "I like what you do to the women". Her face grew hot as she sent the IM, the first time she had ever said that to anyone, yet alone a total stranger. But at the same time, that made it easier. The anonymity gave Claire a certain comfort and a confidence that she could continue, unjudged and safe from criticism. "That kind of thing turns you on, huh?" Stalker asked. Claire was surprised at the directness of the question, but was slowly gaining her footing. "Kind of", she replied, though in truth, it was much more than kind of, just this conversation has already aroused her and she felt her free hand moving slowly down her stomach to the band of her thong. "Just kind of?" he asked, almost as if he was reading her mind. "Maybe more than kind of", she admitted, feeling her face redden again. "Have you ever done this in real life?" Stalker asked. "Nooooooo" came Claire's response. "How come?" "I just don't do that type of thing, it's not my style", Claire responded "Plus, I never could tell anyone that I liked that, it would be too embarrassing".

The conversation went from there, Claire and Stalker talking about Claire's fantasies. She confessed that she fantasized about being tied up and raped, confessed to masturbating to Stalker's stories, and gave Stalker a brief description of what she looked like. He asked Claire what she particularly liked about his stories and what turned her on the most. She confided things to him that she had never spoken about before, and doing so felt liberating, a weight off her slender shoulders. What surprised her the most was his directness, he asked her questions that in person, would receive a slap in the face. But online, it felt almost natural. They chatted for over an hour about fetishes and Claire's fantasies. Her body felt as if it were on fire for much of their chat. She had never discussed so openly what turned her on and doing so, was liberating and for Claire, very erotic. As the conversation was ending, Stalker asked Claire if she'd like to read a story about herself. Claire, already very wet from their conversation, responded that she would, indeed, like that very much. "I'll see what I can do. Have a good night", replied Stalker. And with that, he was gone. Later, as Claire lay in bed that night, she went over her chat with Stalker over and over again in her head. Had she told him too much about herself? Was there any way he could find out her identity? She wondered how he could turn her on so easily just by chatting with her. In her entire life, she had rarely, if ever felt, the way she did while she was chatting with Stalker. She didn't credit him so much as she credited just discussing what she really liked and fantasized about. To have someone accept and even like that about her was a real turn on. Her eyes grew heavy, her last conscious thoughts were what Stalker was like in real life. Was he a normal every day guy? He chatted in such a way that seemed like he was, but who knew. Her last thought before her eyes closed were of the story Stalker proposed to write about her. She wondered what it would be about and what he would do to her. A small smile crossed over her face imagining a story created solely about her.

Claire had a very long day of work the next day. She came home late, and prepared herself a quick dinner, and figured she would crash for the night. As she changed into her pajamas, she logged onto her computer quickly to check her email. There it was, in her inbox. The subject line said "Claire's Awakening". As the screen opened, the first chapter of a tale about a young woman named Claire, much like herself working long hours in the city. The story went on that Claire had left her office one night, and was heading to her car when all of a sudden she realized she was being followed. She tried to escape the footsteps she heard behind her but they kept getting louder, closer to her. The chapter ended with Claire walking alone one night and a hand covering her mouth as she started to scream.
Claire felt the new rush of nervousness as she finished her chapter. It was a feeling that had only arisen after her conversations with Stalker. Part excitement, part anxiety, it was different than any feeling she had ever felt before. She checked and saw that Stalker was online now. This time, without hesitation, she sent him a message, the arousal already building inside of her. "Thanks for the chapter", she typed in excitedly, feeling the way a girl with a crush felt when she saw her object of desire. "Hope you liked it", came the reply. Their conversation continued just as it had the previous night. Stalker inquired as to what specifically she would like to see happen to her namesake. Claire told Stalker of things that she particularly liked, whipping, stress positions, breath play, along with gags. Once again, she was extremely aroused by their conversation. The chat went back and forth for some time as Stalker shared some likes and dislikes of his too, many of which were similar to Claire's. They didn't talk about anything personal until the very end. As they were getting ready to sign off, Stalker typed in "Where do you live in the world?" Claire, thought for a second, before responding, "I live in the States." Stalker replied, "Me too, which state" Claire hesitated a second before typing in the words "NYC". Before clicking the send button, she wondered if this was a good idea. Still, the city was filled with 8 million people. He wouldn't be able to find her unless she wanted him to. Which she would never do. Though, it might be fun to actually experiment with her darkest fantasies in real life. What kind of orgasm could she have if she actually got to play out her fantasies in real life. Just as the thought entered in her mind, she snapped herself back to reality. What was she thinking? Real smart Claire, she thought to herself. Put yourself in the hands of a crazed lunatic just because he writes well. At that moment, Stalker's response came across the screen. "How about that, I live in upstate New York. Small world, huh?" The words alarmed Claire. Did he know all along? Was there any way he could find out where she lived? Why had she been so foolish? Without typing another word, she quickly logged off her computer, and crawled into bed, hoping to fall asleep and forget what had just happened.

Claire avoided visiting the Rape Room for the next few days. Her last interaction with Stalker had freaked her out and she went about her daily routine without her usual late night activities. The first few days went by easily and Claire felt no real temptation to log on. However, the more time that passed and the surprise of knowing how close Stalker really was faded, her desire to visit the Rape Room steadily increased. In a sense it made her feel as is she was addicted to a drug and unable to control herself from getting a fix. One late Friday night, after a couple of drinks with her girlfriends, Claire could hold out no longer. She logged into her account. Claire's Awakening had been updated twice since. As she read about virtual Claire's abduction and introduction to her captor's dungeon, she felt the arousal build that she had missed over the last couple of weeks. Stalker had written an excellent couple of chapters. Virtual Claire had been stripped naked and tied in a strappado position, Claire's favorite fantasy position and one she had told Stalker about. The chapter had ended with her captor about to ravage Claire for the first time. The abrupt end left Claire frustrated and wanting more. She felt the urge to talk to Stalker though, as usual her mind fought against her body's wishes. The fact that she got so aroused by the story made her feel as if there was something wrong with her. What kind of woman got turned on by this sort of thing? But the story got her so aroused. Unable to resist the urge, she logged into her IM hoping to chat more about his story.

Stalker was not online and Claire couldn't help but feel disappointed. As she stared at the screen hoping he'd pop up she sent an email to Stalker.

Hey,

Loved the new chapter. Wish it didn't end so suddenly. Sorry I dropped off last time we chatted. Chat again soon?

Claire

Claire hit the send button, her feelings again conflicted. She lay in her bed that night her fingers gently, expertly, massaging her sex imagining the next chapter of Claire's ordeal, her captor's hands all over her helpless naked body, as he forcefully penetrated her for the first time. Her orgasm built quickly, her mind conjuring up violent images as she climaxed, imagining her captor finishing inside of her as she screamed, her gagged mouth making desperate incoherent sounds. As she fell asleep, her last thought was wondering how it would feel in real life.
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Claire woke up the next morning later than usual. Having no plans that morning, she logged onto her computer and saw an email from Stalker. "Hey stranger", it playfully started. "I wish our chats didn't end so suddenly sometimes. "Chat soon." Before she could hit reply, her IM pinged and there was Stalker. "So what happened last time?" he asked. Claire scrunched up her mouth thinking how to reply. Before she could type a word Stalker's next line came in. "Thought I was going to come down to NYC and find you?" Claire laughed as she read it, realizing how transparent her reason for leaving was. "Something like that" she said. "I'm sorry". "Just so you know, I don't do this type of thing in real life, it's a fantasy just like yours is." Reading this, put Claire's mind at ease. She, after all, was a normal girl who just happend to have a deviant fantasy. Wasn't it possible that Stalker was her male counterpart. "I know it is, I don't know, I just got freaked out", Claire typed, now feeling defensive and silly that she ever reacted like that in the first place. "It's cool, I get it", came the reply and just like that, they moved onto other topics. For the first time, they talked about their lives outside of their limited common interest. Stalker had a professional job upstate and Claire told Stalker about her life and living in the city. She tried not to give away too many details but she spoke more freely than she ever had previously. Had she been in a restaurant sitting across from Stalker it would have almost seemed like a first date. Stalker was older than she was, in his early 30's and seemed to live a normal life. He was single, but spoke of past relationships and had normal interests, like sports and outdoor activities. Claire found herself fully engrossed in the chat, she felt a connection she rarely felt when meeting people for the first time. As the conversation went on, she longed to ask one question which had lingered in the back of her mind from the beginning. Finally, she worked up enough courage to do it. "So, have you ever done this type of stuff in real life?" "What type of stuff? You mean, rape and torture women? Haha, I um, don't think so." "No, that's not what I meant", Claire typed quickly, blushing at how he interpreted her question. "I mean, like consensually, you know, with a girlfriend or something." "Oh. I dated one girl where we tried that a couple of times, but she wasn't really into it and it's not the type of thing I usually talk about with people in real life."

Stalker's response put her at ease. Either he was the best liar in the world, or he really was kind of normal. As the thought ran through her head, Stalker asked her, "What about you? Never tried to convince a boyfriend to have his way with you?" Claire laughed. "No, never had the guts to ask someone to." "I know, Stalker replied, it's a hard topic to broach. You need to know the other person is going to be into it, otherwise it's too risky." Claire read the words and wondered to herself if he was suggesting anything. The thought of it both terrified her and turned her on. Still, there was no way she would put herself in that position. She would have to set all kinds of rules and it would have to be totally safe. "Yeah, I know what you mean", she typed, letting his previous IM lie without giving him an opening. She couldn't do that. He didn't pursue it any further and they moved on to other conversation. They chatter for awhile longer and Stalker had to go to meet some "real life friends" as he put it. Claire smiled, said goodbye and logged off. She looked at the clock and saw that she had been chatting for four hours. The time had flown by. She couldn't believe it. As the day went on, Claire found her mind drifting back to her chat with Stalker that day. She hadn't felt that connected to anyone in some time, if ever. As she was out with friends that night in a bar, she found herself fantasizing about what would happen if she left and Stalker abducted her and took her back to his hideout and acted out some of their shared fantasies. The thought turned her on a great deal. Hanging out with her girlfriends, she continued to be distracted by her fantasies. What could she do about this? Could she really meet Stalker? As the thought popped in her head, she tried to make it go away, to focus on her night out, but the thought continued to distract her as the evening wore on. She wondered what her next conversation would be like with Stalker and when it would be. She sipped her drink slowly, sitting next to her friends, but really in a different world altogether.

Claire woke up the next day, her mind still filled with thoughts of Stalker. How could simply typing words on a screen make someone attracted to someone else, she wondered. Yet, she couldn't help but feel this way. Stalker was articulate, interesting, funny and potentially, most importantly, knew of her secret fetish and shared it. She knew it was silly and could never become reality, but she wondered what it would be like if they met. Would they have the same chemistry that they seemed to have online? Would she trust him enough to let do the things they fantasized about? Claire went about her day as usual, her rational mind trying to dissuade her from the thoughts she was having. Deep down,Claire knew what she was thinking was a bad idea. What kind of girl would do such a thing. Yet all she could think about as she went about her day was logging online and chatting with Stalker. The mere thought of it made her wet and by the time she finally was able to log in that night, she found herself almost bursting with anticipation. She was relieved to see that Stalker was online and she instantly pinged him to chat. It amazed her how quickly she was willing to engage someone whom she barely knew until recently and had never even seen face to face.

Claire and Stalker picked up right where they left off the previous day, engaging in casual chit chat about their weekends. As Claire explained that she went out the night before, Stalker replied, "While you were out, did you think about what I'd want to do to you when you came back to your apartment?" Claire blushed, her face flush, as she read the ultra forward IM. For the briefest of moments she thought about logging off in anger, but the question also turned her on. "What do you mean?" she asked him, not wanting to give anything away. "How I could be waiting in your house or apartment, ready to tie you down to your bed, completely helpless and satisfy all your fantasies." His response made her instinctively move her hand down to her cotton panties. This was a total change in tone from Stalker, he had never been this direct before. "Maybe a little bit", Claire replied less than honestly. "I bet it was a lot" he playfully replied to her. Claire thought to herself, "If only he knew" as her screen started pinging. He then started describing a vividly detailed scene where Claire arrived home late one night, a little buzzed to discover a man in her apartment who overpowered her and tied her down to the bed. No detail was left untold as he described how he would overpower her, take her to her bedroom, blindfold and gag her, bound her ankles and wrists and then strip her slowly as she lay helplessly, taking his time with her as all her clothes were removed, detailing all the horrors that lay in store for her. She read intently as he described violating her for the first time, her head tilted back, her fingers massaging her clit and pussy, his words conjuring up images in her mind. As she envisioned him inside of her in her apartment, her body trembled as she brought herself to orgasm, the waves of pleasure cascading over her as Stalker continued weaving his tale. Stalker wrapped up his story, ending his tale with Claire helplessly bound, her body wracked with sobs from her captor's brutal force, he IM'd, "Hope you enjoyed that". Claire, feeling relaxed as she focused on typing, replied, "I did." "Good, I'm glad. Hoped you wouldn't get too freaked out by it." "No, it was great, you write so well, I love all the details", Claire typed in, her wet panties evidence that she had indeed gotten more comfortable with the situation.

Claire began to think about ways her and Stalker could meet up. She rationalized how she could make it safe for herself. It would be in a public place, near where she lived, on her terms. If she wasn't interested, she could go back to her apartment and be done with it. The city was loud and crowded and if she met him in a crowded restaurant far from her apartment, she could leave if he turned out to be creepy. She could handle herself. She had warded off plenty of aggressive suitors in her day and this wouldn't be any more difficult. She wondered what he would look like in real life. Her mental image of him probably far exceeded his real life looks. For all she knew, he was slovenly or obese, or some kind of total geek. She would have to find out what he really looked like, figure out if there was any potential attraction. He had briefly described himself previously, he mentioned nothing of being overweight or weird looking, but everyone on the internet was always fabulous looking, at least until you saw them in real life. As Claire's mind ran with thoughts of meeting Stalker, she realized that she had daydreamed herself from the computer. Stalker had pinged "You still there?" most recently. "Sorry", she quickly typed back. "Phone call", not wanting to admit what she was thinking about. She then typed on the screen, "So, kind of curious what you look like in real life." and then looked at her words. Clicking send would potentially lead to an entire new aspect of their relationship and it made her nervous. How would she react if he was horrible looking? Unable to resist temptation, Claire clicked send, and then intently waited, wondering what the response would be. A few seconds went by, and then Stalker's response came through. "I'm game if you're game" he said, with a smiley emoticon. Claire chuckled at her naivete. Of course he was going to ask her to reciprocate. "OK", she replied, "I can arrange that". Claire quickly sorted through her social media profile to pick out something she felt was appropriate. No miniskirts, or bikini shots. She didn't want to give him the wrong idea. She cropped a picture of herself at a holiday party from last year and saved it, waiting to see if he would send her a picture. Claire was nervous, more nervous than she wanted to be. Why are you getting all worked up over this? Nothing to get excited about, she told herself. "OK, should be in your mail" Stalker pinged. Claire clicked over to her mail and sure enough he had sent three pictures. Claire clicked open the first pic and was stunned by what she saw. He was very, very good looking, tall, muscular looking, seemed to be about 30. The pictures were candid shots, and didn't seem like they would be staged. She went back to her chat window, and typed in "Wow, very nice." "Thanks, not what you expected?" Stalker replied. "Well, I wasn't sure. It is the internet, after all." "Haha, true. Well, now that one of us has revealed ourselves, isn't it time you returned the favor?" Claire chuckled, and all of a sudden felt self-conscious. She hadn't anticipated this but what if he didn't like her? What if she wasn't his type? Well, she couldn't very well back out now, she thought to herself, especially after she instigated the whole thing. She sent the picture she had chosen, sending Stalker an IM to check his mail. It wasn't more than a minute when he replied, "Wow, you're gorgeous. Hope you're not sending me some picture of some beauty queen or something. " Claire, smiled, relieved. "No, that's really me, but thanks." Stalker continued, "So, I know this sounds forward, but would you be interested in meeting up IRL sometime? I travel to the city from time to time and would meet you out if you were interested. Feel free to choose wherever you like so you feel comfortable. If I'm being too forward, no hard feelings at all." Claire's heart jumped as she read his message. This is what she had sought. And he seemed to be good looking and they had so much in common. She couldn't help but accept. "That would be great, I'd like that." "Awesome!", Stalker replied, "I gotta run now, but I'll touch base with you in the next couple of days and we can figure something out." "K, talk to you soon.", Claire replied. Claire felt her heart beating furiously. She felt a combination of excitement and nausea about a potential meet up. As she settled down, she calmed herself by thinking it was just like a million other first dates she had been on, if she didn't like him, she could go home and be done with it. What could possibly go wrong?

Claire and Stalker emailed over the next few days trying to arrange a connection. Stalker was busy at work and couldn't come down to the city immediately but they made plans for a Saturday night a couple of weeks later. The scheduling conflict gave Claire further comfort that Stalker was a real person with a real life and wasn't just lunatic waiting to meet some a victim online. They continued to email and IM in the interim and as the date got closer, Claire felt a sense of excitement building. She liked everything about Stalker's online demeanor and personality and was more excited about this meet up than she had been for any date in some time. She had a feeling the meeting was going to go well and was happy that she took a chance and went with her instincts.

The day of their date soon arrived. Claire went out that morning shopping. She picked out a new outfit for the night, a cute sweater and skinny jeans for the occasion. The day dragged for what seemed like forever. Claire struggled to pass the time and with little to do, felt her anxiety increasing steadily. She had picked a place downtown, a lounge that was popular but relatively quiet, where you could actually hear the person next to you speak. They had arranged to meet at 6:30, early enough that it wouldn't be crowded and they could talk. Claire hoped to get there first so she could prepare herself and be settled in when Stalker arrived.

She got to the lounge around 6:15 and was able to get a booth close to the door. She settled in an ordered a drink, intently watching the door. 6:30 came and went with no sign of Stalker. They hadn't exchanged phone numbers and she began to wonder if either he stood her up or if he had gotten lost. After all this, to be stood up would be highly disappointing. Claire looked down at her phone to check her email. Nothing. Just then, as she looked back up, he was in front of her, in the flesh. "Claire?" He was tall with sandy hair, well built and also nicely put together, stylishly dressed in a sleek buttondown shirt and dark designer jeans. Claire, flustered, stood up, unsure whether to hug him or shake his hands, eventually just stuck her hand out, letting out an over exuberant "Hey!" and not knowing what else to say. An awkward silence followed, with Claire finally stammering out, "So you found the place OK?". "Yeah, no problem at all. I'm in town often enough that I know my way around pretty well." As they stood, Claire noticed just how good looking he was, and how his pictures hadn't really done him justice. "Should we sit?" Stalker asked, a warm smile jetting across his face. "Sure", Claire smiled back, hers a tad more reserved. They sat down in the booth across from each other. At first the conversation was halting, stops and starts, as both tried to get comfortable as though they were online chatting. They made basic small talk, about Stalker's trip down to the city, about Claire's day, nothing very serious and nothing close to their common interests. It seemed as if neither of them wanted to make the first move and discuss the taboo topic that they so free chatted about online, under the cloak of anonymity. However, shortly thereafter, their drinks came and the alcohol started to loosen things up. Claire, on edge all day, began to relax and they moved into a easy, relaxed, at time flirty conversation. They chatted about their lives and what they liked to do offline and Claire began to feel a connection with her online suitor. She began to be a little more flirty, occasionally touching Stalker's hand as they chatted, locking eyes with him for a longer period of time. As the night stretched out and they had some food, Claire finally got up to use the restroom and as she did, she leaned over to Stalker, her mouth close to his and said, "Maybe when I get back, we can talk about the topic we've been avoiding all night." To be so forward was unusual for Claire, but the alcohol and the uniqueness of the situation had led her down a less travelled path. Stalker's eyes widened, a small smile crossing his mouth. "Whatever you like", he said, his mouth inches from hers. She smiled at him, holding her position for a second, before turning around and heading to the ladies room. As she got there, she chided herself a little bit. Don't be so foolish, she told herself, you don't even know this guy. Then again, she thought, if she met this guy randomly in a bar what would be the difference. She connected with Stalker, he really seemed to understand her. That never happened in her life. She freshened herself up a bit, checking her makeup in the mirror and headed back to the table.
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Claire returned to the table, sliding back into the booth her eyes locking with Stalker's as she sipped her drink. "So", Stalker said, "you were saying?" Claire, looked back at Stalker, smiled naughtily, "Saying about what?"

Stalker smiled back at her, all too willing to play this game. "You wanted to talk about me having my way with you". Claire blushed as he said it, hearing the words out loud, but recovered quickly enough to respond flirtatiously. "Mmmmm, that does have a nice ring to it. What would you have in mind?"

Stalker stood up and moved over to Claire's side of the booth, sitting down next to her, wrapping his arm around her, pulling her close to him. Their eyes locked as Claire could feel how strong he was. He moved his head close towards hers, their lips a few inches apart. He moved in towards her, whispering his ideas in Claire's ears. His descriptions included all the things that turned Claire on, being tied up, gags, but without the extreme torture methods that he often used in his stories. By the time he finished, Claire could feel how wet her panties were, the ideas that he had put in her mind were driving her wild. She practically wanted to leave right there, but the voice lingering in her head kept her from letting go. "Gosh", she exclaimed, "that was hot." Stalker smiled back at her, arching his eyebrow at her, waiting for her to say something else. Claire leaned forward, her lips and Stalker's practically touching, waiting for his to meet hers. He pressed his lips against hers, their mouths meeting for the first time, as Claire felt an electricity through her body that she had never felt before. After a few seconds, their lips parted and Claire looked at Stalker, smiling slightly.

"I love your idea and what you told me, but I think I really need to take this slowly. I've never done anything like this before, anything at all, meeting someone on the internet, talking about this type of stuff, I just need to do this very slowly. Is that OK?" Claire looked at Stalker, wondering how he would react.

Stalker smiled warmly back at her. "Of course, hey this is new for me too, so I'm comfortable with taking it slowly." Claire leaned in and kissed him again softly, happy that he seemed so reasonable. They stayed for a couple more drinks, shifting the conversation back to regular things that couples talk about and having a good time. The night grew late and Claire began to get sleepy. Stalker and Claire made their way outside, to where Stalker was staying. Claire was wondering if he would invite her up to his room. They lingered outside talking for a couple of minutes, still enjoying each other's company. Finally, Stalker began to put an end to the night's festivities.

"I've got a long drive tomorrow, so I should get some sleep". Stalker looked at her, guaging her reaction. Claire looked down at her shoes, a little disappointed that she didn't get an invite up.

"So, you think we can do this again soon?", Stalker asked her. Claire broke into a smile and said, "I think that can be arranged." With that, Stalker leaned in and kissed her deeply. Claire wrapped her arms around him as they continued to explore each other's mouths, each of their bodies each wanting more. As they kissed, Stalker took Claire's hands from around his neck, pulling them behind her back softly, holding them there firmly. Claire's body exploded with passion, as she gasped, the feeling of her arms pinned behind her while she was being kissed was almost too much for her to take. She wiggled a bit but Stalker's hands were firm and Claire had no choice but to leave them there. Finally, they separated and Claire looked at him, his hands still firmly in control of her wrists. He smiled wickedly at her, finally letting go of her arms. "Maybe next time, we can try a little more?" Claire smiled back, giving him a final peck on the lips, "We'll have to see about that, won't we?" she replied, a sparkle in her eyes. Stalker laughed, "Chat tomorrow?" "Sounds good, have a safe trip back". Claire kissed him once more on the lips and got into a cab and headed back to her apartment.

As soon as she got back into her apartment, Claire logged into her computer and clicked on her email. In her buzzed state and behind the cover of email, she sent him a far more suggestive message than she had given during their date.

Hey,

Had a great time tonight, wish you would have invited me up and had your way with me, but maybe next time. Chat with you soon.

Claire

Claire lay in bed that night reliving her night with Stalker. It had been, by any measure, a successful date. Part of her desperately wanted to take it to the next level and a part of her remained nervous about doing something like this with someone she barely knew. What she was certain of however, was the feeling she got between her legs when Stalker pulled her arms behind her. She had never felt such a rush before in her life. Just thinking about it lying in bed made her face feel flush and she could feel herself getting aroused. She moved her hand inside her panties as she imagined what would have happened had she accompanied Stalker up to his room. She imagined herself spread across a bed as Stalker stripped her clothes off slowly, moving the flat blade of a knife across her naked flesh, his voice whispering to her what he was about to do to her. Claire closed her eyes and began to massage her clit as the thought of Stalker climbing on top of her and violating her bound body permeated through her mind. It took her no time at all to bring herself to climax and when she did, she came hard, the force of the orgasm surprising her, feeling like nothing she had ever felt before. The night had clearly brought out the best in her sexually as her body tingled all over. Claire showered and went to sleep, the thoughts of Stalker in her head.

When Claire woke up late the next morning, the first thing she did was check her computer. She was delighted to see that she had an email from Stalker.

Hey Claire,

I had a great night too. I'd have invited you up but you told me you wanted to take things slow, so I didn't want to pressure you. But maybe next time.....

Claire read the email, and smiled, enjoying his playfulness, and appreciating how he had respected her wishes. After all, she had said she wanted to take it slowly. The fact that he had listened meant that he understood how strange a situation this was.

Stalker returned to his town that night, and their relationship resumed as it had previously, with their online chatting. The next night they resumed their chatting, reviewing their date from the night before. They were chatting about what a good time each had had, when Stalker steered the topic to what happened after they parted ways.

"So what would have happened if I invited you up to my room last night?"

Claire smiled, thinking to herself, if only he knew what I wanted to happen. "I don't know, maybe a continuation of what happened on the sidewalk..."

"Did you like when I pulled your wrists behind your back?"

"Mmmmhmmmm"

"Maybe next time if I come down, I'll bring some equipment to make sure you can't go anywhere...."

Claire, feeling herself getting increasingly turned on, playfully replied, "What makes you think I'll let you use it?"

"Well, maybe I'll bring it just in case".

Claire smiled at the response. She was dying to know when he was next coming down to the city to visit her but didn't want to see forward. "You'll have to let me know when you're coming down to the city again so I can make sure I notify the authorities. "

"Well, it just so happens that I have to be down there again in two weeks. You think the police will be available then?"

Claire smiled, "Well, maybe not, so you may have me all to yourself."

The two weeks prior to their second date, the chats and emails were far more suggestive and flirtatious, Claire was looser and less tense than she had been at times previously and more willing to let herself go. She would tell Stalker what she was wearing and what type of underwear she liked, they talked about sex and past relationships. It was like being in a real relationship, only online. Claire was as happy as she had been in some time. She had met Stalker and he had been a real person. A handsome real person, in fact. Claire found herself thinking about him often. It seemed like forever but the day finally came and Claire and Stalker arranged to meet for dinner close to Stalker's hotel. For their second date, Claire dressed a tad more seductively, wearing a short black dress that hugged her figure and even showed a hint of cleavage. As she got ready to leave, she looked at herself in the mirror and knew that she looked great. She found herself looking forward to this more than any date she had recently.

When Claire arrived at the restaurant, Stalker was there waiting for her. "Wow, you look incredible.", Stalker exclaimed taking in her body, admiring her curves. Claire smiled shyly, feeling her face flush as she noticed him checking out her figure. He took her by the hand and led her to the table.

Their second date was markedly different from the first. Claire felt at ease from the start and the conversation flowed easily and naturally. They shared a couple of bottles of wine and as the alcohol flowed and the night wore on, they both became more flirtatious and suggestive. Claire found herself extremely aroused and by the time they had dessert she knew she would go back to Stalker's room if he asked her. Stalker paid the bill and they went outside in the cool night air. His hotel was only a couple of blocks away and they walked together arm and arm. They stood outside the entrance again and again Stalker kissed her. As their eyes opened and they stared at each other, Stalker smiled at her.

"Want to come up?"
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Claire looked back at him, smiled and nodded. They walked hand in hand up to his room. Claire felt nervous as they approached his room. He unlocked it and held the door open for her as Claire walked in. It was a typical city hotel room, small but nicely furnished. The door shut behind them and Stalker locked it.

Claire looked around and sat down on the bed. She was nervous, she could feel her heart beating a million times a minute as Stalker came over. He smiled at her sweetly and gestured for her to come over to him. She stood up and walked over to him. He took her in his arms and kissed her again. Claire's body melted as she felt his tongue enter her mouth, swirling around against hers. Her body pressed against his as they kissed passionately their mouths locked against one another.

Stalker gently glided Claire over to the wall pushing his body against hers. She could feel his cock through his pants pressing against her body. Stalker slowly glided his lips off Claire's and turned her around gently, her face now against the wall. She felt him pull her hands behind her back, holding them tightly. As he did this, she felt for the first time helplessness. Before she could say anything, she felt the feel of metal against her wrists. He had handcuffed her quickly and effortlessly. She hadn't even seen him pull out anything, yet here she was, restrained in some way for the first time.

"Wait, wait......" Before she could say anything more, she heard a soft "shhhh". Claire, her heart pounding, obeyed Stalker's instructions. She felt his hands on her slender hips as he moved his hands down her dress onto her bare thighs. Claire's breathing became heavier, faster as his hands circled back up towards her ass, caressing her cheeks through the thin fabric of her dress. He slid his hands back down and slid the material of the skirt up, revealing her toned thighs, his hands grazing the previously covered flesh till the dress was pulled up, revealing her thin thong and her tight, round ass. Stalker continued to massage her, as Claire felt the wetness growing between her legs, her body melting as she focused on his touch, knowing she couldn't resist at all.

She felt him pull down her panties to the floor, leaving her aching sex exposed. His hand moved between her legs deftly, gently brushing two fingers against her labia. She gasped as she felt his touch, her body feeling as if it were going to explode from ecstasy.

"Spread your legs", she heard him whisper into her ear, as his mouth lingered a bit, nibbling on her lobe. She did as he said, and moved her legs apart as he inserted two fingers gently insider her, a soft moan escaping from her lips. He continued to massage her sex, working his fingers inside of her, his thumb finding her clit and slowly beginning to apply pressure to it. Claire felt like she was going to have an orgasm right there but managed to contain herself, feeling Stalker's fingers working expertly inside her. Just as Claire felt herself about to burst, he removed his fingers from her aroused pussy. She felt the wetness of his hand caress her thighs again as his other hand pulled her hair pulling her head back somewhat forcefully. "Keep your legs open for me, Claire. Claire complied, her legs spread wide, as she heard him unzip his pants, his other hand never letting go of her hair.

His other hand went back onto her bare ass, caressing it slowly as Claire squirmed helplessly, her legs still spread apart. "He pulled her head back slowly, as Claire grunted softly. "Are you turned on right now, Claire?"

"Yes", Claire replied, her face blushing, her body fully aroused, waiting helplessly.

"What do you want me to do to you?"

Claire stood silently against the wall, not able to say the words.

Stalker gently but firmly smacked her ass. Claire let out a small cry, more of surprise than of pain. The slap sent her body into overdrive, turning her on, even more. She felt Stalker rub his fingers against her pussy lips, her sex now a lake, waiting for him.

"Tell me, Claire".

In a meek little voice, barely above a whisper Claire said, "Fuck me".

Stalker massaged her pussy, pulled her back by the hair, whispering in her ear. "Say it louder"

Claire moaned softly again, complied, "I want you to fuck me". Stalker, this time yanked her hair back hard, causing Claire to cry out, his other hand still massaging her pussy, "One more time, Claire."

"I WANT YOU TO FUCK ME", Claire cried out. Stalker, his cock about to explode, never loosened the grip on Claire's head, wrapped his arm around Claire's hip. His cock pressed against the entrance of Claire's pussy. Claire moaned loudly as he entered her quickly and forcefully. Claire's body convulsed with pleasure as she felt him penetrate her. He wasted no time, having built up the suspense for so long, vigorously thrusting inside of her. Claire's body, so pent up with arousal, welcomed the hard and fast thrusting. Each thrust caused Claire to moan louder and louder, everything about the moment turning her on, her cuffed hands, the way Stalker had dominated her, the tight grip of her hair and most of all, the hard and fast fucking she was getting. Never had she experienced anything like it and before she knew it, her body was spasming into orgasm, wave after wave of pleasure crashing over her, as Stalker continued pounding inside her. Claire's orgasm did nothing to cease Stalker's relentless thrashing, his cock pumping away inside of her repeatedly. His grip on her hip and hair never wavered as he kept plowing away. Claire felt her body caked with sweat as she couldn't believe he was still going. The power of his body against hers continued to turn her on and it wasn't long before Claire felt another orgasm building up, and this time, as she climaxed she felt Stalker come too, shooting his load deep inside of her as Claire cried out with pleasure as another orgasm, this one even stronger than the last, gripped her body.

Finally, Stalker pulled out of her, his cock dripping from the experience. He released the grip on her hair, and slid his hands down her thighs. He turned her around, keeping the handcuffs locked around her wrists. Smiling at her, he looked into her eyes and looked down at her cuffed arms. "You sure look good like that, we may have to keep you that way for a little more time."

He turned her back against the wall and unlocked her handcuffs. Before she could even move, he placed her hands against the wall above her head. Claire started to speak, but before she could even get a word out, she heard a soft "Shhhhh. No talking." Claire stood silently against the wall, as she felt Stalker pull down her skirt to the floor. He then lifted her top over her head and unclasped her bra, freeing her breasts, leaving her fully nude. He pulled Claire's hands back again behind her and recuffed her wrists. "Don't move", he said to her gently. He went over to his bag and pulled out a harness ball gag. Bringing it over to Claire, who was still facing the wall. As Claire felt Stalker secure the harness around her head, she jerked her head around, her heart pounding as she felt her fear kick in. "It's ok, just something to have a little fun with.", Stalker said, showing her the prop. Claire, heart pounding, stared at the ball and stared at Stalker, his easy smile disarming her. She decided to trust Stalker and turned her head back around and permitted Stalker to secure the harness over her head. Besides, the temptation to feel the gag between her teeth was too great. Stalker pushed the ball delicately but firmly inside Claire's mouth, locking her jaw in place. Claire felt humiliated and exhilirated all at once as she felt the large red ball protruding from her mouth.

"Spread your legs again". Claire complied with Stalker's wishes and moved her legs apart, already feeling her arousal building yet again. Stalker's fingers again caressed her pussy, her wetness telling him how she wanted more. "You want more don't you Claire?", his finger massaging her clit, making her knees buckle. "mmmmhhmmm" came the reply from Claire's sexily gagged mouth. He continued massaing her clit and pussy, while his other hand moved up her stomach towards her large breasts. Claire let out a soft sigh as his hand massaged the soft mounds of flesh, his fingers stroking her erect nipples. He turned her around gently, locking eyes with hers, each of their gazes filled with lust.

Claire had never felt this turned on before. None of her previous boyfriends had ever been able to turn her on like this. She had never before had two orgasms in the way she just had, strong powerful orgasms. And she knew that she was ready to have another one. The handcuffs and gag only heightened her pleasure. She loved being controlled by Stalker. It was more erotic than she ever could have imagined. She watched as Stalker placed his hands on her hips and slid them up her body, massaging her breasts again, his gaze never leaving Claire's. Claire stared back at him, feeling his power over her. She wanted him inside her again, desperately. She grunted her pleasure as he continued to stroke her body, her eyes finally briefly closing, focusing in on his hands touching her.

Finally he stopped, going behind her, locking his arm between hers, and gently guiding her over to the bed. He stripped off the rest of his clothes and Claire could see, that he too, was ready for more. He picked her up and scooped her onto the bed, his big arms easily lifting her off the ground. He then climbed up and lay on his back, guiding Claire on top of him so that she was straddling him.

Claire tried to mount herself on Stalker's hard shaft, but he wouldn't let her, his hands instead massaging her everywhere, watching her body react to his touch. Claire's mouth was pried open by the gag and a small amount of drool began leaking from each corner. Stalker smiled as the saliva rolled down her chin and onto her chest. He took it and massaged it into her skin, as her cuffed hands instinctively tried to wipe it away from her mouth. She desperately wanted to touch him as well, but her restraints kept her from doing so and she was just forced to sit on top of him as he played with her naked body. Finally, he looked at her teasingly, "Is there something you would like, Claire?" Claire nodded eagerly, drool continuing to leak out of her mouth. She nodded her head in the direction of his cock, as Stalker shifted her on top of him, his cock entering her almost immediately. The feeling of him inside her again almost made Claire come, as another moan, this one more primal left her packed mouth. He slowly began thrusting inside of her, this time with much deliberation, teasing Claire's body, as his hands controlled her ass, gently guiding her body with his movements. Gradually he began increasing the pace and pressure of the thrusts until he was soon fucking her hard and forcefully. All the tension and foreplay led them both to climax quickly and as they finished, Claire leaned forward and collapsed on the bed next to Stalker, their bodies spent. Stalker undid the harness gag from Claire's head, and unlocked her wrists. She put her arms around him and kissed him passionately. "That was something" she exclaimed. "It sure was", Stalker replied.

They talked for a few minutes and then each fell into a deep asleep. When they awoke the next morning, they made love again, this time without restraints, but with just as much passion. As they were getting dressed and Stalker prepared to leave to go home, he looked at her with a smile, and said "Hey, want to come up to my place next time, I have a nice place, it's pretty private and we'll have a good time. Maybe you could stay for a couple of days." Claire looked back at him, a sparkle in her eyes, "I think that could be arranged. Think you'll bring the cuffs and gag again"

Stalker looked back at her smiled, a slightly sinister smile, replied. "I think that could be arranged as well."
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So, I really enjoyed the first version of this. However, my romantic heart is loving this version as well. I want her to trust and love him like she never has before. I want him to bring her so close to breaking, but keep her safe at the same time. To show and make her do things she's never done before. She'll be a real whore by the time he's done, but his whore. *Goes off into my dream world.*
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Thanks for the comment. I've been curious to hear what people think of this version compared to the original. As for your hopes for the story, all I can say is stay tuned.
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Great story, love the long and detailed build up of the suspense, excellent writing!
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Thanks for all the comments and sorry for the delay. Here's the next chapter.

Stalker and Claire parted ways soon after that. Claire arranged to take a couple of days off work and visit Stalker on a Thursday. She figured she would drive up and get out of the city for a few days and she was really looking forward to the time off. She was also really looking forward to the time with Stalker. The next ten days, she found herself constantly thinking about him, the way they clicked personality wise, but mostly the way she felt when they had sex. She had never experienced anything like it before. She couldn't wait to see what four days together would bring.

Throughout that time, Claire and Stalker chatted constantly, before he had left, they had finally exchanged phone numbers and now they texted, chatted and emailed throughout the day. Sometimes their conversation was about everyday stuff, other times, they veered towards the more erotic. Stalker would tease her, telling her that he had purchased special gifts just for her. Their conversations often made Claire wet, and her mind would drift back towards their night together.

As Claire prepared for her trip, she went out and purchased some sexy underwear for the weekend. She sensed that she would be using it a lot and wanted to do her part to turn Stalker on. After all, he had given her such pleasure, she wanted to do her part for him. As she tried on some of the outfits, she knew she looked good. She had been working out hard and she knew that she was in top form.

The morning of her trip finally arrived, and Claire hopped in her rental car and drove upstate. Claire made sure that she looked nice, wearing a casual but cute one piece dress. As the city turned to country, she rode the Thruway up north, past Albany and into the more rural parts of the state. Stalker lived twenty minutes outside Syracuse. The GPS system in the car led her to his place perfectly and as she pulled up to his house she noticed that the next house was several hundred yards away. There would be no worrying about disturbing anyone else. His house was old, but well maintained, rustic and charming. She liked it immediately. As she got out of her car, Stalker came out on the front porch. He smiled warmly at her, bounding down the stairs towards her. "Hey you", Claire exclaimed. "Hey yourself", he said, giving her a soft kiss on the lips. "Easy trip up?"

"Yeah, it was", not giving away the fact that the whole time she was thinking about the various things he might do to her. Stalker took her bag inside and Claire's hand with the other and led her into the house. Claire looked around and saw that it was very nicely decorated and cleaned. She was impressed that a single guy was living in this stylish of a house.

"Want the grand tour?"

"Sure"

He showed her around the house, the bedrooms, bathrooms, living room, kitchen and backyard. It was all very tastefully done, not your typical bachelor pad. She felt comfortable and was happy that she wouldn't be staying in some dirty house that hadn't been cleaned in weeks, like many of the guys in the city she had been used to dating. It was refreshing to be out of the city, the country air was fresh and inviting and Claire felt at ease and relaxed. It was the start of what was going to be a wonderful weekend.

Claire looked around and saw a door at the edge of the living room. "What's that?", she asked Stalker. "Oh", said Stalker, smiling at her. That's a surprise for later." Claire looked back at him mischievously, her body already in overdrive, anticipating what was going to happen this weekend, and gave Stalker the full on puppy dog eyes. "What if I don't want to wait", she asked him, batting her eyelashes at him, her eyes locking with his.

He walked over to her, pinning her against the wall, his body pressing against her, just as she hoped he would. His mouth was right at hers, their lips practically touching one another. "I don't know if you're ready for what's behind that door, Claire." Claire's heart skipped a beat as she heard the words escape Stalker's mouth. It made her both nervous and excited to imagine what could possibly be waiting for her down there. Feeling her heartbeat picking up, she looked at Stalker, and said assertively, "I'm ready."

Stalker smiled at her, a different, slightly more sinister smile. "Give me your hands" His body was pressed against hers, and he easily could have just taken them, but he waited for Claire to respond. He took a length of rope out and began to tie Claire's hands in front of her. Claire already found herself getting wet as the rope wrapped around her wrist over and over and eventually knotted. "Turn around", Stalker said to her quietly, his cock twitching eagerly as he watched Claire turn around slowly. He took a blindfold and covered Claire's eyes with it. Claire felt her heart beating faster as he shrouded her in darkness. Stalker could hear her breathing quicken, short, rapid breaths as she waited for his next move.

Stalker moved his face against Claire's neck, his lips gently grazing her nape, his hand sliding down her side towards her hip. She felt him turn her in the direction of the mystery door and lead her towards it. The bolt unlatched and the door creaked open. Stalker took her bound hands and glided her down the stairs slowly, taking care to make sure she wouldn't fall. As they reached the bottom Claire heard another door unlock and then she was led into the room. Claire tried to make something out but the blindfold kept her in pure darkness without a hint of light. "Where are we"?, Claire asked. "This is your surprise", Stalker responded. She felt him take her hands and put something through the ropes tying her wrists together and then a clicking sound of something locking. Without warning she heard a whir and then felt her arms being pulled up skyward high above her head, stretched out tautly overhead. "Ahh, ahh, ahh" she gasped as the pain shot through her arms.

"Spread your legs", she heard Stalker say to her, as her heart began to pound harder this time, fear for the first time entering her mind. "Wh, what are you doing", Claire stammered, her nerves getting the best of her. He moved over towards her body, his hands resting on her hips and slid them down her thighs, caressing her softly. "Shhhh, there's nothing to be afraid of, you're going to enjoy this, I promise. Do you trust me?"

Claire, feeling his hand gently stroke her body, relaxed a little, though she was still nervous. She was in a strange room, her hands suspended high above her head, unable to see and far away from her home. Completely out of her comfort zone. She knew there was no choice but to answer affirmatively however. "Yes", she said meekly. "Good girl", Stalker said. "Now spread your legs" Claire moved her legs apart slowly for him. "Wider", Stalker ordered her. Claire complied, moving her legs further apart. Next, she felt Stalker's hand rubbing her ankles, and removing her sandals. A cuff wrapped around her leg and she felt it then secured to something on the floor. As she tried to pull her leg in, she found that she had been secured. "Please stop, I don't want to do this right now." Claire cried out, her voice weak and halting. Without saying a word, Stalker pulled her other ankle wide, and affixed a similar cuff around it and secured her to the floor, her body now spread apart, like an inverted Y.

Stalker took a knife and cut through the shoulder straps of her dress watching the top spill down, revealing her slinky black lacy bra, her cleavage practically begging to be released. He took his knife and cut the fabric down her side, pulling it off of her, leaving her in her freshly purchased underwear. "What are you doing?!?, Claire exclaimed harshly, immediately regretting her tone. Stalker smiled, retrieving the last part of Claire's outfit, a large roll of silver heavy duty duct tape. He pulled her head back sharply and quickly pulled the tape over her mouth, wrapping several layers over her mouth and leaving her unable to speak. "MMMMMMMPH MMMMMMMPH" Claire grunted, her cries echoing through the room. Stalker watched as she writhed around in her binds, his cock growing harder by the minute as Claire desperately tried to free herself. Stalker put the tape down and stood behind Claire, again pulling her hair back roughly, snapping her head back. Claire's breathing was rapid and loud, as she felt him against her. "I did this all for you, Claire. I wanted to give you everything you've always wanted and dreamed about" Claire shook her head violently, the only real form of communication she could make in her current predicament. Tears welled up in her eyes as she looked into Stalker's. She noticed a change, gone was the sweet, mild mannered man, replaced with a scary, intimidating man, with a sinister look in his eye. Stalker looked at her, his expression unchanged, unsympathetic to Claire's desperate, pleading eyes.

Without saying another word, he turned around out of Claire's view. He returned a minute later, standing silently behind Claire. Claire could feel his breath on her bare back, her heart pounding away as she turned her head to the side trying to see what he was doing. Little grunts of terror escaped Claire's mouth as she waited for something, anything to happen next.

Stalker quietly waited, letting Claire's mind wander and her panic level increase, standing behind her silently. Finally, after a couple of minutes, he took the black opaque fabric and tied it over Claire's eyes. Claire tried to move her head but by the time she realized what was happening, he had already grabbed her by her hair putting the finishing touches on the knot in the back of her head.

As Claire mewed in protest, Stalker circled around her. His placed his hands softly on her stomach as Claire startled. Stalker raised his hands slowly up towards her lacy bra, massaging her breasts softly through the fabric as Claire stood helplessly, her body completely open to whatever Stalker had in mind for her.

Stalker silently reached around and unhooked the bra, then cut the shoulder straps allowing Claire's firm round breasts to spill out. Stalker took them in his hands, kneading them slowly, watching Claire's reaction, her body enjoying the touch even as the fear inside her escalated. Stalker began to rub his hands up and down her torso, caressing her bare skin. Claire, in spite of herself began to feel herself get aroused and a soft purr escaped her taped mouth. His hand slowly crept down towards her panties, slipping his fingers underneath and into her now eager and aroused pussy. His hands began to massage labia, working gently to awaken and swell her clit, which his thumb gently began to stimulate and massage.

Claire' panic began to subside as his hands worked expertly on her body, one massaging between her things, the other caressing the rest of her body, a body which was helpless to resist or do anything but accept the pleasure being bestowed upon it. She felt her panties pulled down and ripped off in a swift motion, leaving her completely naked and on display for her captor. As Claire began to build towards climax, Stalker suddenly removed his hands from Claire's body, leaving her frustrated, her eyes shrouded in darkness, unable to see what he was doing. Her gagged mouth grunted its frustration. She waited and waited for Stalker to continue, uncomfortably shifting in her bonds, her body weaving from side to side, her movements restricted by the cuffs securing her.

Stalker quietly retreated to the other side of the room, returning with a riding crop. His cock was getting harder each second, watching Claire's naked form twist helplessly. He came back beside Claire and pulled her head back roughly by her hair causing Claire to cry out, her breathing again becoming shorter and faster, her heart quickly racing again. With his other hand, he let the crop fly, striking Claire's breast hard, eliciting a high pitched squeal of pain.

Claire's mind swirled, trying to figure out what was going on. Her breast throbbed with pain from the crop's bite. Before she could recover from the first blow, the crop struck her breast again, harder this time, in almost the exact same spot. Claire's nostril's flared as she took in air, her breathing bordering on hyperventilating. Seconds later, the crop struck again, this time on Claire's soft belly. "MMMMPH MMMPPH!" was all the sound that could escape Claire's sealed lips. Stalker brushed the crop straight down the center of her face as he continued to hold her hair tightly.

"How does that feel, Claire? Is it what you'd hoped for?" Claire tried to shake her head, but Stalker's grip wouldn't permit it. Claire's breasts felt as if they were on fire. Her mouth tried to protest, but all that escaped were incoherent grunts. Seconds later, the crop struck her thigh, the pain ripping through her again. Claire could feel the tears welling up in her eyes, staining the blindfold covering it. She desperately breathed in through her nose, the air seemingly being sucked out of the room with every blow. As Claire waited for the next strike, her body trembling, her brain screamed at her for what an idiot she was for travelling up here all alone. She hadn't told anybody where she was heading and no one would even realize she was gone for at least a couple of days.

Stalker quickly snapped her back to attention with another blow to her spread legs, this one on the inside of her right thigh. Stalker, tightening the grip on her hair, pulled her head back more and whispered to her. "Let's see just how much you don't like it, shall we?' He let go of Claire's hair and moved his hand town her body over her breasts, and finally between her legs. "For someone who doesn't like this, you sure have a funny way of showing it.", Stalker sneered at Claire, wiping his slick finger over her gagged lips.

Claire felt her face flush as his fingers massaged her sex, knowing that she was wet, her body betraying her at the worst possible time. She felt her face redden even more after he spoke, embarrassed at what he said. Why had her body betrayed her like this. She was terrified, her heart was racing, but at the same time, she was aroused? What kind of person was she? Before she could reconcile any of these feelings, Stalker was again talking to her, softly whispering to her.

"I know you're enjoying this Claire, and over the next few days, I'm going to test your limits beyond anything you could have imagined. I'm going to make you mine in every way, by the time you go home, you're going to be a completely different person."

Claire shuddered as he spoke, wondering just what he had in store for her. She tried to protest, tried to scream out, to beg him, let him she wasn't this type of girl. But before she could even let out a garbled plea, the crop was striking her again, her firm round ass, feeling the harsh lick of the crop, her mind screaming out in protest, while her body displayed something different.
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Hm. I liked this.
Again. Very well done. Poor thing should realize reading about being hit with a riding crop is far different than actually being slapped by one.

And I know exactly that look she saw. Gets me every time. I like to see a man make that transition. Jaw tenses... pupils dialate... Brows narrow and the eyes turn to ice and in some cases color lightens. And it feels like they stare through your body and penetrate to your very soul.

So why aren't you writing erotic forced sex novellas and selling them?
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