Into the Night

   An Original Story

   By

   Marc

   Adult themes and content!  Not for those under 18!

   Copyright Marc 1996-97, All rights reserved.

   The man in the late-model chevrolet sedan grew more impatient with each
passing minute.  He had parked at the curb outside the girl's apartment at
half past 11 p.m., expecting to find the windows dark.  He had been
disappointed to find the bedroom window still brightly lit.  He knew it was
her bedroom window that was lit because he had been in that room just a few
days earlier, posing as a phone company repairman.  He'd wanted to make
sure that it really was her apartment and that she lived alone.  Satisfied,
he had made a hasty retreat after declaring her lines in perfect working
order.  He had wanted to spend as little time with her as possible that
first time so she wouldn't remember him later if things didn't go as
planned.  Knowing this didn't help him quiet the voice that told him to
take her now while she was alone and while he had the stolen phone company
van out front.  But he was used to this voice and knew when to listen to it
and when to ignore it.  He knew grabbing her now, in broad daylight with
many possible witnesses was the dumbest thing he could do.  So he bided his
time and waited for a better opportunity.  Thursday night would be best he
knew, for she didn't work on Friday and only had one class that she had
skipped before.  Therefore, no one would miss her until Saturday afternoon
when she was scheduled to work.  He knew his plan was perfect and the
thought filled him with a thrill of anticipation.

   Karen was humming to herself as she brushed her teeth before bed.  She
was thinking about that really handsome guy she had met on IRC the night
before.  They had a lot in common including their love for unusual sex. 
She couldn't wait to meet him in the morning.  As she finished brushing her
teeth and rinsed off her brush, she caught sight of herself in the mirror
and put the brush back into the holder.  She straightened up and put her
hands on her hips, appraising herself.  She liked what she saw, a pretty
face and smile framed by shoulder-length jet-black hair.  The rest of her
body was also very sexy, something her hands confirmed for her as they made
their way up down and across her silk nightshirt, finally coming to rest on
the front of her matching silk panties.  She couldn't help but touch
herself a little through her panties as she imagined that cute guy's pretty
blue eyes looking up at her from between her thighs as he glided his tongue
in and out of her and across her engorged clit.  The thought of it made her
shiver with anticipation and she decided to quit playing and get down to
some serious masturbating.  She looked around her for a second or two,
surveying her tiny bathroom trying to decide where she wanted to do it,
when she was overcome by a fierce yawn.  She hadn't realized she was so
tired.  Better to lay in bed and play with herself.  That way she could
fall asleep right after cumming.

   She took one last look in the mirror before shutting off the bathroom
light and making her way to her bedroom.  After setting the alarm and
discarding her panties, she crawled under the covers and switched off the
bedside lamp.  Sighing contentedly and stretching out her legs as she
spread them, she began playing with her nipples with one hand as her other
hand glided slowly down her taut stomach and supple thighs to her smooth,
hairless mound.  She loved the feeling of being shaved since she had tried
it on a lark a couple of months before.  She knew that she would have to
shave it every day, but that was a small price to pay for the pleasure of
having such a sexy little pussy.

   She closed her eyes and tried to bring the image of Marc's face into her
mind.  It wasn't hard at all, since she'd been thinking about him all day
long.  Soon his face was replaced by a mental picture of his long hard
thick cock, totally erect with a leather cat collar padlocked around it and
his smooth balls.  He'd promised to wear the collar locked around his cock
until they met, at which time he would hand her the key to the padlock and
it would be up to her whether or not it would be released.  Just the
thought of running her hands and then her tongue up and down his smooth
hairless shaft and over the leather collar had her dripping wet.  She
concentrated on that image as she pushed her middle finger slowly inside
her.  She began slowly rubbing her hard little clit with her thumb as she
moaned and spread her legs even further.  She teased herself by going
slowly, making it last, knowing that that is how Marc masturbated the
previous evening.  She slowed her hand way down and breathed deeply.  Soon
thereafter, she fell into a deep sleep, oblivious of the fact that she was
half-naked, spread and had her hand on her pussy.  If anyone had been in
the room with her, they would have seen a beautiful, naughty smile painted
on her lips and heard her moaning in her sleep.

   Having seen the bedroom light finally go out, the man in the chevy
breathed a sigh of relief.  He'd been parked at the curb now for almost two
hours, and it wasn't getting any warmer.  He also was afraid of a random
police patrol, even tho he had a flawless cover story.  Neighbors he didn't
have to worry about until he actually entered the woman's apartment.  The
apartment house was at the top of a hill in an unincorporated part of the
city.  The nearest dwelling was several hundred yards away, at the foot of
the hill.

   He checked his watch for the hundreth time since arriving at this spot
and saw that only 10 minutes had elapsed since he'd since the light go out.
He had planned to wait 30 minutes after the light went out before going in,
giving the woman plenty of time to fall deeply asleep.  But having waited
much longer than anticipated he was anxious to get on with it, and decided
to wait just 10 minutes more.

   He grabbed his duffel bag off the back seat and unzipped it.  He donned
a pair of latex gloves and then over those he slid on some supple, black
leather driving gloves.  After pulling the gloves up tight, he secured them
by duct-taping the ends of the gloves to his wrists, careful not tape his
hairy skin.  Now if there were a struggle, his gloves wouldn't be pulled
off and he wouldn't have to worry about accidentally leaving any
fingerprints.  He checked his pockets again, making sure he had no possible
items that he might inadvertantly leave behind in the apartment, thereby
tipping off the cops as to the identity of the kidnapper.  Once he was sure
he was ready, he donned his black ski mask, a perfect complement to his
black clothes and shoes and checked his watch.  Just a few more minutes
now. He pulled the bulbs out of the dome light overhead so opening the door
of the car wouldn't spotlight the interior, and then put his 7" hunting
knife, a ballgag and several lengths of cotton clothesline into his large
jacket pockets.  He then zipped the duffel bag.  Gripping it by the
handles, he used his other hand to grab the duplicate key he'd made to the
woman's apartment and then opened the driver's side door, leaving it not
quite closed as he

   stepped out onto the street.

   He paused only for a second, just long enough to get a sense of his
surroundings.  Sensing that everything was quiet and he hadn't been seen,
he made his way to the woman's apartment.  He didn't run, but he didn't
skulk either.  Instead, he walked casually and purposefully, as if he
belonged there, careful to keep his head down.  After only a few seconds,
he was outside her door, key in hand.

   He paused for a second to catch his breath and then slid the key into
the lock and turned it.  The door opened silently inward and he crept
inside, listening carefully for any sounds.  He shut the door and locked
it, not making a sound and turned back to face the apartment.

   He didn't need to let his eyes adjust to the dark and knew right where
the object of his desires lay, so he strode directly to the woman's
bedroom. Luckily, her door wasn't closed.  He dropped to his knees,
carrying the duffel bag in one hand and crept along the carpet until he
reached the side of the bed.  He stared at the woman for a moment, feeling
his erection throbbing against his thigh.  He then slid his wicked looking
knife from his pocket and opened it.  He put it between his teeth like a
modern-day pirate as he fished around and pulled out the rubber ball gag on
it's narrow leather strap.

   He then carefully got on the bed, straddling the woman.  Once he was in
position over her, he simultaneously clamped his hand over her mouth, let
his full weight drop onto her and held the knife up so she could see it
clearly in the glow from her alarm clock.

   His actions had the desired effect as the woman awoke with a start. 
Confusion almost instantly turned to sheer horror as she saw the knife in
his hand and his almost feline eyes framed by the eye holes of his mask. 
He could tell she wanted to scream, but was too afraid, likewise for
struggling.  He'd known she'd react this way, they always did.  Just to
make sure, he told her in his most terrifying whispery voice that screaming
and struggling were the last things she wanted to do.  He then glanced at
the wickedly sharp knife in his hand and then back at her.  He could see
that she understood.  Satisfied she would be no trouble, he removed his
hand from her mouth, only to replace it with the large rubber ball gag. 
Quickly, he pushed her onto her side and strapped the gag as tightly as it
would go before rolling her back to face him.  His cock jumped as he caught
sight of her full lips wrapped tightly around the rubber ball, her eyes
wide and tear-filled.

   Keeping his full weight on her body just to be safe, he pulled the
clothesline from his pocket and proceeded to tie her wrists together very
snugly and then used another piece of rope to tie her hands over her head
to her brass headboard.  He chuckled to himself as he imagined the day she
had bought the headboard, never in a million years thinking it would be
used like this.

   Once her hands were secure, he got off of her and stood next to the bed.
He held his breath as he pulled the covers back.  She quickly snapped her
thighs together, but not before he had caught sight of her shaven pussy. 
He was thinking he had perhaps misjudged this one.  Maybe she wasn't as
sweet and innocent as she looked.  He decided he'd better search her
apartment later.  He might find something interesting.

   He moved to the end of the bed, keeping his eyes locked on hers as he
moved.  At first she stared back at him with a mixture of terror and
hatred, but when he reached down, grabbed her ankles and forcibly pulled
her legs apart, she moaned in shame and shut her eyes tightly.

   In a few minutes he had used two more pieces of clothesline to tie her
ankles to each of the bed legs at the foot of the bed, thereby forcing her
to keep her legs spread, denying him nothing.

   He slapped her ankle and she opened her eyes, glaring at him.  He stared
back, then told her to keep her eyes open or he would start using the
knife. He was satisfied to see her terror return and he could tell he had
her full attention as he started to undress.

   He did not of course remove his mask or his gloves, but he did take off
his jacket, shirt, socks and pants.  He wore no underwear.  When she saw
the huge size of his cock and it's pulsating erectness, she fainted.

   She awoke to water being splashed on her face and tried to ward it off
with her hand, but she couldn't seem to move her hand, and when she tried
to speak, she remembered the gag, the ropes and worst of all, the naked
stranger with the huge cock and the knife.  She almost fainted again, such
was her terror.

   Unfortunately for her, she couldn't escape the knowledge of her fate
that easily this time and she was totally aware as the man climbed onto the
bed and positioned himself between her legs.  She tried to read his eyes
and was somewhat thankful that she didn't see insanity written there.  She
was starting to think that perhaps this man was just going to rape her and
be done with it.  He even kept his mask on so identifying him would be next
to impossible, except of course for that gigantic cock, she knew she would
remember that for as long as she lived, for she had never seen one so
large. It frightened her more than did the knife, now that she felt she
would survive this horrible night.

   She couldn't possibly imagine how he would get that thing into her.  The
thought of him putting that thing into her with no lubrication filled her
with dread, and so she tried, despite her terror to think of something
erotic so as to lubricate herself and help prevent being injured by that
monster penis.  She needn't have worried tho as the man pulled a Magnum
condom and a bottle of lubricant from the duffle bag he had unceremoniously
dumped onto her stomach moments earlier.

   She watched, amazed as he poured lube onto his raging erection, and
spread it around with his hand.  It seemed to grow even bigger under his
touch.  He next tore open the foil pack and pulled out the condom.  She
almost laughed despite her predicament when she saw that it was a glow in
the dark condom, extra, extra large size.  She watched him struggle into
the condom and was again thankful, this time that she wouldn't have to
worry about getting pregnant or catching any of the many social diseases
this slimeball obviously carried.  He grinned at her as he hefted his cock
in one hand and reached out with the other to spread some lubricant onto
her pussy.  His gloved fingers felt cold and alien as they pushed more of
the lube inside her.

   She bit down on the gag as he moved to position the head of his cock to
her entrance.  As the head was slowly pushed past her outer lips, she felt
a slight pain that made her wince, but that quickly disappeared.  As more
of his cock was pushed into her, she became aware of a feeling of
incredible fullness that was not altogether unpleasant.  She hated herself
for it, but once he had pushed his entire length inside her and was laying
atop her, not moving, she started to become aroused.

   To be continued......  !

   :)