I take another drag off my cigarette, somehow feeling like the glow takes the edge off the cold night air. My new clothes aren't helping as much as I'd like, but they're more for image than protection. I must admit I like the trench coat and gloves, makes me feel dangerous. I pull back the black sleeve and check my watch 1:35am. She's late. She let me know what time she gets off work so I wouldn't be waiting long in the cold. She's only five minutes late but my anger starts to rise. Weeks of planning this whole event down to a precise schedule, and she can't manage to be on time. I should have no trouble pretending to be furious.
The whole mess started last month. Hours of flirting turned to sexual games, which turned to talk of fantasies. She had a mild rape fantasy that she wanted filled, and her current selection of boys wasn't up to the challenge. Just thinking about it made my cock hard and my heart race. Like a fool I agreed to fly halfway across the country, rent a hotel room near her work, and fuck her.
So here I stand, an all black outfit bought just for the occasion, ski mask and duct tape in my pocket, a hotel room waiting with the light on down the street, plotting to grab a woman and drag her through an alley. If it wasn't pre-planned I'd think I was going insane.
It's 1:45 before I see her slip out the back door of her work. She takes her normal route home: Down one block, then a straight walk all the way. So I cut across the street and enter the hotel parking lot, there is an alley that runs the length of the block providing patios for the guests. It also makes a perfect path I can drag my victim down and enter the room without getting the cops called on me.
I slip the mask on and sprint to the corner. I don't need to lean out to know if she's coming, she's wearing some sort of heeled shoes that click annoyingly when she steps. I take a piece of duct tape and place it in the palm of my hand, I'll have to use it as a gag. As the noise reaches the corner, I slip out just behind her. She's wearing a hooded sweatshirt and jeans, as usual. Despite the baggy fit of the shirt you can make out that perfect ass of hers, wiggling slightly as she walks. She must see something out of the corner of her eye, because as I press the tape into place over her mouth, she tries to slide out of the way.
"Don't fucking move!" I growl into her ear. "You so much as make a sound I don't like and you'll be a corpse."
I can feel her struggle in my grasp, she never was one to be overpowered easily. I slip my other hand around her waist and half carry, half drag her towards my room. I'm able to slide the door open with my hip and pull her inside, but she's really fighting it now. Desperate screams muffle against the tape as I lean her face-down on the bed. I grab her hands and tape them together, she responds by lashing out with her legs. She manages to catch me pretty hard in the thigh before I roll her onto her back atop the bed.
"You're a feisty little whore aren't you?" The hate in her eyes is more than enough of an answer. I remove my mask and try to resist the urge to smile when her eyes show instant relief. "Be a good little bitch and do as I say, you won't get hurt... And if you do, just say 'Banana', ok?"
She nods. I leave her tied for now and close the curtains. "Now, you like these clothes, right?" Nod. "Then you'll have to cooperate to help me take them off, otherwise..." I take a pair of scissors out of my bag I left on the dresser, "I'll have to help you with them" I swear she looks angrier now than when she thought a stranger was going to rape her. She allows me to take off her shoes, socks and jeans; but when I get to her shirt she grunts out a protest. I look at her face and it's clear she wants the tape off, I oblige and snip the tape off her wrists. Immediately she pulls the tape off her mouth, I open my mouth to speak but she presses her lips against mine. She grabs the back of my head, holding our mouths together as she softly moans her approval. She pulls back and gives me a sly smile.
