Total pages in book: 94
Estimated words: 86160 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 431(@200wpm)___ 345(@250wpm)___ 287(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 86160 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 431(@200wpm)___ 345(@250wpm)___ 287(@300wpm)
I’d altered things a bit sure, but not in anyway that would make her doubt the severity of the situation she now found herself in. I could be crass and say that it was partly her fault that she now found herself spread-eagled on my bed. But the truth is, I’d worked her.
I’d taken precious time over that month to wear down her defenses and put her at ease. I made sure there were no red flags, even going so far as to choose the identity of someone who on the surface had no blemish. I knew she’d check me out.
Had she dug beneath the profile I’d invented she would’ve seen he didn’t exist, well, not beyond his name anyway. I gave her just enough that if she did a topical search it would pan out. I was hoping and was proved right, that a small town girl wouldn’t have the first clue how to go digging any deeper than what I wanted her to find.
By the time I had her in the palm of my hand I was ready to say fuck it and just go nab her. I was running out of patience, her ingrained sense of caution stood in my way. But she’d saved me from having to do that. With just a few last pushes, she’d fallen neatly into my trap. And all it had taken was my absence for a few days. Little did she know that in that time I’d been putting my alternative plans in motion.
Imagine my surprise when I checked my messages and found a dozen or more from her pleading with me not to leave her. My plan had worked after all and I had her just where I wanted her. I’d played it off like I was tired of her distrust and since she didn’t have any interest in meeting me in the flesh, was ready to move on to someone who was.
I was surprised that even though she hadn’t seen a picture of me, she was willing to buy my description of myself. I’d sold her the lie that I couldn’t publicize my image because of my work. That was only partially true though. It was true that my past work undercover wouldn’t have allowed me to plaster my face all over the net. But since I’d taken an extended leave from my job and wasn’t sure that I would be going back, it really didn’t matter at that point.
Still she fell for it and was panting to meet me by the time she finally caved. To fit into my plans, I’d had her meet me at a neutral place; somewhere she would feel safe with other people around. What she hadn’t realized was that the place was backed by woods. I’d told her where to park for just that reason.
The place was a couple towns over from her hometown because of course she didn’t want to run into anyone she knew, which played right in with my plans.
She’d shown up that night full of excitement and I’d watched her from my vantage point in the tree line. I waited until she closed and locked the door before making my move and she didn’t know what hit her after I put the cloth with the chloroform over her mouth and nose.
I’d run through the woods with her thrown over my shoulders back to my truck which had been parked on the side street on the other side of the woods. I knew it would be safe because no one drove those streets after dark. There was some kind of local legend about strange things happening there after dark, another reason I’d chosen that location.
She’d fought me hard the first time she woke up and found herself in my bed. I never heard such language from such a little thing. She’d kicked and screamed bloody murder when I breeched her and got her virgin blood on my cock. That had been a bit of a surprise.
Although she’d never seen me, there was no shortage of photos of her online. I never expected someone who looked like her to be pure. She had a body made for fucking, and unless the boys in her town were brain dead, I couldn’t figure out the reason for her holding onto her virginity that long.
It had thrown me for a second, had almost stopped me in my tracks. I felt like an animal that first time, but all it took was the memory of the lifeblood of another bleeding into the asphalt of a dark deserted road in the middle of the night to get me back on track.
3
I fucked her four times that first night, not able to get enough of her sweet cunt and the way it clung to me even as she cursed and called me every vile name in the book. That’s when I’d spanked her ass red before doggie fucking her from behind with a gag in her mouth.