Is It Live, Or Is It Fantasy?
He watched her from the van window. She was beautiful. Not too tall, very slender, her dark hair falling to her shoulders. She wore a tight tennis skirt and sweater with a dark blouse under that. She was tan all over. He wanted her.
She finished her set and waved her friend off, heading toward the sidewalk. She looked young, maybe fourteen or sixteen. She reminded him of Jennifer Caryatid.
He clicked the back door open and drove up alongside her. The door flew open. He sprang out, the cloth covered in chloroform ready. It went easily over her mouth; she hardly struggled. He hurriedly put her in back and closed the door. No one saw him do it.
He pulled the gag between her white teeth, knotted it firmly behind her head, then he tied her wrists behind her. He tied her bare ankles finally, peeking at her white panties beneath her skirt. He couldn’t wait to fuck her. (more…)
