Grab her Friday night

Friday night I'm crouched under the outside steps waiting for my tenant to return from a friend's house. When she asked me if it was OK if she went, I assured her that I was going to be out until late that night but that I'd leave her light on for her. I see the surprise on her face, but she recovered quickly.

“Don't come back too late, Mr. P.” she teased me, “you have a big day on Saturday.”

“Trust me, Angel. I'm not likely to forget something like that.” Her small smile had confirmed that this is something she's been looking forward to as well. I hope so. She asked me to make it feel real, so that is what she's going to get.

I did leave her light on for her, but not until I switched the bulb from the 100 W down to just a 40 W. I also moved my car two blocks away so the driveway would be empty when she got dropped off and positioned myself under the steps. At my feet in a black bag was my abduction kit: gloves, a black ski mask, rope, and a hunting knife all came from my basement, I had also made a trip into Hartford's red-light district to get the cuffs for her wrists and ankles, two vibrators, a black leather collar for her pretty neck and even a pair of nipple clamps connected by a gold chain. Now all I have to do is wait.

I hadn't realized what a security risk this small area under the steps was, and as I waited patiently for Alison to return, I resolved to block this area off so no one else could use it to wait like I was. In the fall, by seven o'clock it is completely dark in Connecticut and in my black clothes I was pretty much invisible. A pair of giggling coeds wandered by in short dresses and judging by their clothing and excitement I'm guessing they're on their way to some frat party. Even with Covid, Wesleyan is having trouble keeping the Greek houses under control, and I imagine that masks were going to be few and far between at that party. If those two ended up at Lamda-Chi or Sig-Ep, I'd be surprised if they didn't end up drunk, naked and well fucked before they staggered home in the early hours of the morning. If I really was a hunter from Gor, those two might have made a tempting target. The copper-skinned Latina was a little chubby, but the brunette had a California surfer-girl look with long legs and an athletic build.

A sudden thought struck me as I continued to wait. What if Alison invited her friend back home to study together her in her rooms? A mental picture of two bound girls on their knees begging for mercy made me lick my lips in anticipation before I remembered that this game was between me and my tenant only. Even before I could fully clear my mind, I hear a car door close with a 'thunk' and see Alison heading up the stairs digging for her house keys as the red Honda pulls away.

With my mask pulled down and my bag slung over my shoulder I make it almost all the way up the stairs before my target even realizes I'm behind her.

“Wha-?!” My gloved hand finds her mouth as I press her hard against the door.

“Shut up!” I growl, “Open the door. Now.” Alison's hands are shaking badly as she tries to put the key in the deadbolt, but on her third attempt she succeeds and we end up inside her front room. “The old man who lives downstairs, where is he?”

“I don't know.” Alison is rattled enough to be honest, “He won't be back until later.”

“Good. Get on your knees.” I don't even wait to see if she is going to obey and shove her roughly to the floor. A few minutes later I have her arms tied firmly behind her back. She must suspect that it is me, but so far I've given her no sure sign that this is part of our game. Time to change that.

“The buyers back on Gor are going to like you.” The ski mask hides my smile when I see her breath a sigh of relief. But immediately her demeanor changes again and she struggles futilely against the rope binding her wrists.

“No, you can't.” Her defiant words are in conflict with her **** attempt to free herself. “Gor doesn't even exist, it's just a story men tell their women to scare them.”

“Then you have nothing to worry about, right?” I unsheathe my hunting knife and start to work on her clothes. As I cut away the straps of her top, I make a mental note to buy her a new outfit to replace the clothes I was ruining. Alison I'm glad to say has the sense to keep still as I slice away her clothes.

“I know you're a good Christian. Have you been saving yourself for me?”

“What?!”

“I asked if you were still a virgin,” I repeat as I finish cutting off her top and turn my attention to the buttons of her jeans. “You don't have to tell me, I'm going to check for myself soon enough.”

A few minutes later I've dumped a naked and gagged Alison on the futon that acts as a couch in her front room. Judging by the way she is squirming I'm guessing that she is imagining all the things I'm going to do to her, but I decide to let her stew for a little and pick up her phone. Even with the gag in her mouth the i-phone recognizes her face and opens for me to start snooping.

“Wahh ahh u-ooing?”

“Looking through your pictures.” I make a guess at what she's saying. “I want to see if you have any pretty friends.” As I suspected she has over one hundred pictures stored on her phone and that doesn't even count the ones on her social media outlets. It's probably a good thing for the beautiful young women of Earth that I'm not really a slaver from some barbaric planet, because I think I could be pretty good at it. I scan through the pictures on her phone until I find the one I'm looking for, pretending to be please and surprised at what I see.

“Oh, this one is nice.” I show Alison the picture on the phone. “Who is she?”