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...... ! :)