My Girl 21

Trigger Warning!!!!!!!! There are elements in this story that may be disturbing to some. Such triggers may include: being drugged, kidnapping, and excessive use of force, ect.. This is ONLY a story, I do NOT condone/endorse/encourage anything in this story! All character are 18+

This is my first writing/submission. I am completely open to constructive criticism! I hope you enjoy :)

It's a cool autumn night, and knowing her, she's going to open her window any minute now. It was part of her nightly routine as soon as it became cold enough. This is the perfect night; it must be fate. She never listened when I told her that she needed to cut some of these branches. I shook my head thinking about the memory.

One month ago:

We had been the last two to leave the office for the last week, trying to finish up our reports for the previous case. We were both exhausted and I had thought that was the perfect opportunity to casually mention one of the countless off handed chores that needed to be done outside.

"Avona, you know that massive tree in your yard?"

"Hmm?" She had halfheartedly asked as she continued to read through the file in her hands.

"You know that tree on the right side of your house? Do you want me to help you take care of it in a few weeks? It's getting too big and has way too many branches. It's borderline dangerous, what if something happened and the tree fell right through your house? You'd be crushed."

She looked up and paused for a moment, taking in what I said. At first, I thought she was at least considering cutting it down or at the very least getting a landscaper to trim it up a bit. However, any hope I had of getting through to her went down the drain the moment I saw her smile, then chuckle, as if she were amused.

"John, we talked about this back in the spring. It was fine then, and it will be fine this season too. If I was going to worry about that tree, it would be about a peeping tom looking at me through my window, not if a storm would cause it to fall on me. And truthfully, I doubt anyone is going to want to climb up that tree, just to look at me in my room. That should tell you how worried I am about that tree. Instead of worrying about potential crazy storms, you should focus back on these files so we can be done faster!" She smiled and went back to working on her report. Little did she know that she had given me the perfect idea.

Back to present:

The big Oak tree allows me enough cover to be hidden among its long branches and even though the leaves have changed colors, most were still on the tree. Her light in the room flipped off and she pulled the curtains closed. Now the moment is almost here, and I can't stop my hands from shaking. I squeeze my small bag I carried up with me. I haven't done anything like this before. This goes against everything that I stand for and believe in...but I can't take it anymore. She is so reckless with everything. If I don't protect her from herself, it would only be a matter of time before someone hurt her or something happened to her.

An hour goes by while I wait to make sure she is deep in sleep. Luckily, she lived in an older neighborhood. Almost everyone else on her street was already settled in for the night before she even went to bed. I climb back down the tree, taking care to be quiet, until I stepped on a branch that cracked and gave out from underneath me. I hadn't released my grip on the two limbs that I was holding onto ease myself down and I am able to quickly recover.

No one had noticed me climbing up but of course it'd be my luck that NOW would be the time I fell. If her neighbors didn't hear me and call the cops, she would. That'd be just great, "hey John, what the hell are you doing in my tree in the middle of the night?" I try to calm down knowing that chastising myself isn't going to help this go as smoothly as possible. Just breathe, slow and steady wins the race.

After I make down without alerting anyone, I start going through her small rock garden and looking for her hide-a-key. What seems like a lifetime of being out in the open, I find her extra key, unlock the door, and quickly put the key back where it was. I'M IN! Closing the door quietly, I make my way up the stairs. I can hear my own heartbeat in my ears, the excitement, fear, and anxiousness all compiling together. I reach her door and start to open it, but I hesitate. Can I really do this to the woman I love? I know that if I do this...there's no going back. I can still turn around; she would never know that I was here. It's now or never." And with that, I turn the handle.

I take a moment in the doorway for my eyes to adjust and once they do, I start to smile. Of course, My Girl likes to wear a sleep mask. Her long hair is spread across her pillow from the fan blowing. I know this will probably be the last moment for the foreseeable future that she will be this calm and peaceful. Then, I pull out my gun and swiftly straddle her.

Avona:

One moment, I'm dreaming that I finally got the promotion I have been wanting and the next I'm half-awake but full panic, sensing something is wrong. Then I feel something on top of me. No, SOMEONE on top of me. I try to move my hands to hit them off me, but I am quickly pinned down. I try to speak and notice that my mouth is covered. Grunting in frustration, I lift my legs in a last-ditch effort to wiggle out of their grasp long enough to grab anything to defend myself. But it's in vain, the only thing I succeed in doing is wearing myself out. Breathing heavy through only my nose is harder than I thought it would be, my chest is heaving up and down. A sickly feeling starts to churn in the pit of my stomach, and I know I've lost. I look up at the person above me and even he's wearing a mask, I can see that the build looks masculine. We stare at each other for what seems like an eternity until he speaks.

"I am going to let you up, if you try to do anything stupid, I'll shoot you. Do you understand?" Sounding robotic, it's obvious that this stranger doesn't want me to be able to recognize his voice. Maybe that means when he's done here, he'll leave, and I can forget this ever happened. I just need to keep it together long enough to make it through tonight. I nod my head and try to relax. He seems to be pleased with this and releases my wrists, then slowly starts to get off me. This catches me off guard until he shows me his gun. I can't help but swallow hard, my heart feels like it's beating out of my chest.

"You are going to get up slowly, keep the tape on your mouth, and pack a bag." Without thinking, I muffle the question 'pack a bag?!' He quickly becomes impatient, grabbing the back of my hair and leading me to my closet.

"Yes" he hisses in my ear "pack a bag and hurry up!" I start grabbing random shirts, pants, and undergarments. After I shove all the clothing items I can into the duffel bag, as if in one smooth motion, he takes it, grabs me quicker than I can react, and binds my hands in front of my body. Then he moves behind me. "Go to the garage and get in the passenger side of your car." Sensing that I am starting to panic, he not only raises the gun again but puts it to my head. To my shame, that causes me to start walking downstairs. Fight you idiot! You can't go to a second location, at least here, you have a chance!" Cringing at what I feel is my best option, I purposefully miss a step. As I lean forward, I try to tuck my chin to my chest so I don't hurt myself too badly and use what I can of my hands to brace myself. I roll painfully down the last half of the stairs and even though I am throbbing, I force myself to lay as still as I can.

"Fuck!" is what I hear him yell, followed by his footsteps coming heavily down the steps. When he reaches me, he waits a moment to touch me as if he trying to make sure I am still breathing. Then he lowers himself and takes off a single glove so he can use his finger to feel for my pulse. "Now is your last chance, better to be shot here than possibly tortured somewhere else!" And with that I headbutt him square in the nose which causes him to raise up, then I kick him in the groin. He doubles over in pain which allows me to scramble to my feet. I hobble as quickly as I can to the front door. It's right there, I can make it and start yelling! Someone will hear me and then- I'm grabbed and then I feel a sharp pinch in my arm. I feel utter terror as I blink trying to focus my eyes. My head feels heavy and the last thing I see is the front door getting further away as I'm being dragged away.

John:

That little minx got me. I should have known that she would pull a stunt like that with the stairs. I mean, I knew that she was going to try something, being the fighter that she is, which is why I brought the sedative shot. Still, she surprised me with throwing herself down the stairs like that. I can't blame her, but she'll still have to answer for that later. Just thinking about having her all to myself started to get me hard. Mentally, I should be disgusted with myself. I should also be more pissed at her for fighting me than proud, but that just shows how crazy this woman makes me. It also validates my actions of taking her. That stunt could have led to her breaking her neck. I'll just have to break the recklessness out of her. That thought alone gave me more excitement than I'd had in a long time. I struggled with her on my shoulder to spread out a blanket in the trunk but finally satisfied enough, I gently put her down and rolled the blanket around her, avoiding covering her face. Next came the duffel bag, I put that into the backseat then I headed inside to grab her cellphone, keys, and purse. No one will suspect anything; I'll even dump her cell in the lake.

Each moment that passed, I was closer to getting her home. Home. That just sounds nice. The thought of her waiting for me to come home to, kneeling in place like such a good pet, caused me to almost forget to send in the email of her resignation from her computer, stating that she wasn't happy here anymore, so she was leaving town. There, now it will look like she left to go 'find herself'.

Of course, if there had been anyone else that had taken the time to get to know Avona, they could have seen right through this farse. She never would have left work without a two-week notice. Fortunately for me, our occupations kept us so busy that we had little time for life outside of the workplace and no one else decided to really befriend her at the office either. She really is the perfect woman for me.

Avona:

I started to stretch my arms and legs, faintly hearing rattling of chains in the distance. I roll over to try and get back to sleep when I feel a rougher material against my skin. Is that the mattress? Did I not put my sheets back on the bed? I opened my eyes and immediately saw that I was not in my room. Shit! I thought it was just a bad dream! I see that the room looks like an average room except it has spots throughout pieces of the walls, floor, and a few spots in the ceiling. They look like anchors.... but what would you attach to those? And before I can try to answer my own question, my door opens.

"Welcome home Kitten" and instantly my blood runs cold.

Pt. 2

Avona:

"Welcome home kitten" the words repeated in my head as my eyes tried to understand the reality of who was standing in front of me. I sat there in silence, my mouth slightly agape from the shock. No, this must be part of the ongoing nightmare, I can't be fully awake yet. John.... he would never do this to me. Home? Why would he ever think I could consider this home? I feel so many mixed emotions flooding through me, I don't even realize that my eyes are welling up with tears at the betrayal of my closest friend.

"Kitten, don't cry, it's ok". He takes a step, coming towards me, causing me to move further back onto the bed. Upon seeing him stop, even if it is just for a moment, I let out a breath I didn't know that I had been holding. He looks concerned? How can he be concerned when he is the one that did this to me! He raises his hands up in front of him but otherwise doesn't move. "I'm sure you have many questions but first why don't you let me get you some water. Are you hungry?" This catches me off guard for a moment. How can he be so calm? Was it him that dragged me from my house? Does he have a partner?

"Water? Am I hungry? Who the hell do you think you are? Why would I trust you to bring me anything safe after everything that happened tonight? How long have you been planning this? You sick fuck, is this the only reason you were nice to me? What, you can't get a girlfriend, so you feel the need to kidnap one? This isn't going to end well for you, just let me go and we can forget about all of this. I can find someone to help you". The words are pouring out before I can stop them, my temper getting the best of me.

He stood there, both of us staring at the other, the silence feels deafening. Okay, that was rash. Justifiable? Yes, but still hasty. Don't make him angry, you get more flies with honey than you do vinegar. Knowing that I need to play this smart, I look away first, allowing him to think he has asserted whatever authority over me for the moment. Even if I am losing the battle, I will win the war. I don't care how long it takes of faking being subservient to him, I am going to get out of here. My plan works as I hear him sigh, followed by him grabbing a chair to sit down in. Although he is giving me space for now, I can't shake the thought of 'how long does this last'.

John:

After sitting down, I rub my hand through my hair trying to soothe the small bit of guilt that I feel. It's real. She is in my house, sitting here right in front of me. Despite my conscious, my dick is all too ready to start the festivities I have dreamed about for the better part of a year. I have waited this long; I can wait just a little longer. I know I have to take this slow and steady if I am ever going to get her to see that this situation is for the best. I truly look at her for a moment, which clearly makes her shift uncomfortably. Her brown eyes are dark with anger. Her soft skin has goosebumps, maybe from the cold or maybe from being scared. She tries to hide her face behind her auburn hair, curling up her knees to her chest. I haven't undressed her or touched her other than bringing her in from the car. God knows I long to grab her hair again, among other things.

"Alright so let's go ahead and start with your new rules. First, you may speak freely. I love your fiery spirit and we both know that if I made it to where you must request to speak freely, you would constantly stay in trouble." I notice her roll her eyes. This is going to be fun. "However, you must always be respectful. And before you say anything to that, remember that you have already cursed me, and I have been kind enough to ignore it." I can't help but to smirk at her looking at me with a dagger piercing glare. I knew she was a fireball but if she keeps this up, it'll only make me want to break her that much more. "Second, you will NOT call me John unless I give you permission. You must earn calling me by my common name through trust and behaving yourself. For now, you will call me Master or Sir."

"You can not be serious John! What is going through your head? Rules?! I am a grown ass woman; you can't keep me here! Are you having a psychotic break? You need to stop this before it evolves into something neither of us want, please- ". She went quiet as I stood up, quickly going to the dresser. I pull out a soft fabric muzzle and two sets of handcuffs, then head back over to her.

"I tried to warn you." I swiftly reached for her left wrist first, as it was the closest, and I'm able to click the first part of the handcuff to it. She then realizes what I'm doing and starts to fight me, curses are free flowing from her now. She attempts to pull her wrist free, but I am stronger and easily attach the other end to the hook in the wall. I purposefully move slowly around the bed, showing her that I enjoy taking my time. I reach for her right wrist, but she holds it close to her. More fun for me. I crawl on the bed to straddle her waist, all the while she is trying unsuccessfully to buck me off. I calmly grab her and do the same as before. She is drawing ragged breaths now, no doubt tired from fighting. I try to comfort her and lean down to kiss her on the forehead when she turns her face away. Without thinking, I grab her face, and I know she can see the anger in my eyes as my patience with this are running thin. I noticed that her night shirt has exposed a small bit of her cleavage from all the struggling. This woman is going to be the death of me.

"I'm going put this in your mouth and if you co-operate, I will leave your ankles and legs free. If you fight me, I'll finish completely restraining you and then I will take you. Right here, right now. Is that what you want?" I grind my hardness onto her leg to emphasize my statement and her eyes shoot from my crotch, straight to my eyes, clarity hitting her that I am not joking. Kidnapping her was for her own safety, bringing her was what I believed is best. But forcing her? Could I really go that far? Not wanting to answer that internal question just yet, I focus on continuing. I want her willing! Just let me love you and protect you, Kitten. "Now, are you going to be a good girl?" She nods which earns her a swat on the leg, causing her to cry out. I take this opportunity to shove the gag in and lock it in place behind her head. "You were supposed to say, 'yes Sir'. Honestly You were going to have to wear this anyway after your outburst but now that's 20 strikes you've earned for later". Her confusion is apparent. Okay, maybe I'll have to explain this more in depth and faster than I planned on.

"I will explain this time because this is new for you, but this doesn't mean I will always explain my actions to you. I am your Master now, whether you choose to accept that sooner or later is up to you. Five swats will be because of nodding instead of using one of the two of my proper titles. Five for your outburst and not letting me finish. Ten for calling me 'John'. Be thankful that is all you are getting and if you continue to behave, you won't increase the number." She casted her eyes down and became still. I'll take that as she is ready to listen.

"Your third rule, which will be the last for now, but I may add more later. You will follow any orders that I give you. Orders are exactly that. I don't have to time to tell you what to do every waking minute but when you are meant to do something, I mean right then. Do you understand all of these?" She nods her head, still looking at the wall. "I'll be back soon, I wouldn't fight my restraints if I were you. You'll just hurt yourself, there's no getting out of those cuffs without the keys." With that, I turn to leave and go make us some food. Although, food isn't the only thing I'm craving now. I shake my head. No, take care of her first, then go from there.

Avona:

As soon as he shuts the door, I give it maybe three minutes before I try to start attempting to free me wrists. I try for what feels like ages but is probably ten minutes, taking pauses here and there to listen for any kind of noise. Damn you, John! He was right, I'm not having any luck and I'm only bruising my wrists. Suddenly, I hear my stomach grumbling, followed by the aching feeling of being hungry. I should have made those meat buns I was dreaming about all day yesterday. I start to think back to last night, before all of this happened. After coming home, I turned off the slow cooker, pulled the pork I had let cook all day into shreds and was fixing to mix in the bbq sauce, when my phone rang. It was an old friend, Nancy, that had called to check in on me which she did time to time. But anytime she called, we usually were on the phone for a long while and this time wasn't any different. When we got off the phone, two hours had gone by without me realizing it. By then, I was exhausted and just wanted to sleep. I threw the meat and sauce together and threw it in the fridge. God, it smelled so good too! Wait... I took a long deep breath in.