Krista in the Cellar

Krista in the Cellar

Krista wanted to spend a quiet evening at home. Real life and social media had grown too weird. Lately, someone she flirted with online seemed to know too much about her, even where she lived. She called him the Creeper. It rattled her. She needed a night of self care.

She dressed casually, pink gym shorts and a grey tank top with pink trim, her long brown hair loose around her shoulders. Of course, she had to wear her pink over-the-knee socks. She loved her sockies! She felt incomplete without them. They wrapped her legs like a soft, sexy hug. She had mischievous thought: perhaps tonight, she would wind up wearing nothing else. Yummy.

But before she could relax, she had to do her laundry in the cellar. She liked her apartment building, but the basement with its underlit corners made her shiver. She could imagine some stalker, lurking, waiting, ready to pounce...

She caught herself getting excited at the prospect. She often fantasized about being abducted, tied up, put in all sorts of perilous predicaments. If her attacker was a cute guy, she wouldn't put up much of a fight. But what were the chances of that? She sighed in frustration.

She slipped on a pair of sheerling booties. The cement floors were cold, and she didn't want to dirty her socks. She gathered her laundry basket and made her way downstairs.

In the lobby, her neighbor Melvin was picking through his mail. He seemed nice enough, a little older than her, but kind of cute. He liked to flirt with her. Sometimes, she caught him checking her out, especially if she was walking away from him. She enjoyed the attention, and found reasons to linger, just to tease him. But he never made a move. Instead, just when things might get interesting, he would suddenly get very quiet, and retreat to his apartment.

Tonight, he was more blatant. He eyed her sidelong, his gaze lingering on her breasts and hips, then a long, lingering look at her legs. He was practically drooling. Then he shook himself, and tried to act casual. "Good evening, Miss Krista. My, you look wonderful!"

Krista laughed in spite of herself. He always seemed to know how to charm her. "Why thank you, Melvin." She decided to flirt back, and struck a pose. "I wore this just for you."

For an instant, his eyes locked on her, with an almost predatory glint. The moment passed. He smiled, and gave her a theatrical bow. "I certainly appreciate it. Those socks are... amazing."

She felt herself blush, and thought maybe she had gone too far. She tried to withdraw, without hurting his feelings. She joked, "You're so bad," then headed for the basement with her basket.

In a low voice, he said, "Be careful." She stopped. His tone unsettled her, but again the moment passed. "One of the lights is out down there."

"Oh," She said shakily, "I'll do that."

All the way down the steps she felt him watching her.

One of the laundry room lights was indeed out, making the shadows deeper and darker. While she put her laundry in, her phone dinged. She fished it out of her pocket, to see a notification from one of the sites she followed. She'd forgotten to turn them off.

>You have a message

Oh great, she thought, the Creeper. But curiosity got the better of her. She clicked the link.

>I know you're alone.

She shivered. God, that was creepy. It was as if he could see her.

Another ding. He was online now!

>Your socks are amazing.

Was he watching her now? But wait, "amazing?" That was the word Melvin used. If he was the Creeper, it would explain everything. She weighed her next step. Ignore him? Or play along? He knew her fantasies, but how far would he go?

She decided to take the plunge.

>I'm all alone in the cellar. Where are you?

There was a long pause, and then,

>Watching, waiting.

She wondered if maybe he had a camera down here. Just in case he did, she gave a slow, seductive stretch, then texted

>Don't wait too long. I might get away.

Krista distracted herself with her laundry, making sure to keep her back to the doorway. What if he didn't take the hint? Would she feel relieved, or disappointed? And if he did... well, she did think he was cute.

After a while of daydreaming, she thought she heard a stealthy sound from the stairs. She fought the urge to turn around, tried to stay casual and relaxed, but her pulse raced. Now or never!

A gloved hand, holding a cloth, clamped over her mouth. She barely had time to squeak in surprise before she was pulled up against a man's chest. His other arm pinned her arms at her sides. A strong medical smell filled her nose and mouth. She struggled and squirmed, but couldn't escape. Something big and hard ground at her ass. His erection? If it was, he was hung like a horse! She felt herself weaken, consciousness slipping away. Just before it all went dark, she heard him murmur, "Oh yes, perfect."

When Krista finally woke, she found herself laying on a shag rug in another, darker part of the basement. It had the same pipes overhead, same block walls, same cement floor. She saw a heavy metal door, closed, and some kind of equipment. Furnace, boiler? A grating in front glowed, casting mellow light across the floor.

She tried to move, and found duct tape secured her ankles, and her wrists behind her. More tape sealed her lips, and it felt like a rag packed her mouth. She made a tentative moan, then louder.

A shadow in the corner moved closer. Melvin. He wore only a pair of boxer shorts, the front distended by his raging hard on. God, he was huge! Krista's heart began to race. He had her completely at his mercy.

He knelt beside her, pulled off her booties, and dropped them in a plastic tote. He cradled her ankles. "Good to see you awake. It's no fun unless you participate."He stroked the tops of her feet, and then the bottoms. She flinched, and squeaked, and twisted, trying to avoid his tickling fingers, but he held her ankles firmly. Seeing her bound, sock covered legs, held in his strong hands, excited her. He worked his way up her calves, like a sexy massage, and stroked the bare skin of her thighs. Krista gasped, and giggled, muffled by the gag. She squirmed prettily.

Melvin tore open her tank top to reveal her luscious breasts. and whipped the ruined top around her throat. It frightened her how quickly he went from playful to rough, and the cruel smile on his face. He pulled tighter, cutting off her air. Krista began to appreciate how much trouble she was really in. She jerked and struggled, and made her best pleading noises through the gag. He eased up, then stroked her hair.

"Oh, sweet, sweet Krista," he crooned, "You don't know how long I've wanted to see that look on your face, helpless, pleading. We're going to have such fun together." He dipped his head to her breasts and gave a long, sensuous lick up her cleavage. Then to her sensitive nipples, licking, nibbling. He stroked, fondled, pinched. Krista sighed. This is more like it, she thought.

He moved lower, to her taut midriff. Krista whimpered as he stroked with his fingertips first along her ribs, then her tender flanks. Gagged as she was, she couldn't laugh, only gasp and whine. It left her breathless, and terribly aroused. He lowered his head to her belly, kissed, licked, nibbled, then lower toward her crotch. She wriggled and sighed in delight.

He pulled her shorts down, exposing her pink panties. The crotch was soaked. He teased them down, bit by bit, licking and nibbling the flesh below her navel. Krista giggled and squeaked. She was so ticklish, and it turned her on so much. He tugged her shorts and panties down to the tops of her socks. He gave her vulnerable pussy a few tentative, teasing licks. It drove Krista wild with frustration. She raised her hips, thrusting toward him. She wanted to say "Take me!", but all that came out was "Mmmm mm!"

Melvin looked up at her with a devilish grin. "You like that?"

Krista felt so horny, she wanted to cry. "Mmm-

hmm."

"You want more?"

"Mmm-hmm!"

"Say please."

"Mmmmm!"

Melvin worked at her cunt with tongue and fingers. Krista moaned and writhed, trying to match his rhythm. She was close to the edge, so close. Her breath grew short and fast. His clever fingers found a particularly sensitive spot. It sent her plunging into a violent orgasm. She squealed behind the duct tape, arched her back, and ground her hips into Melvin's face. He clutched her firm behind, and clung to her, eating her moist pussy. He made lusty growling sounds, like an animal.

She rode the waves of pleasure until they subsided, and basked in the afterglow. Melvin smoothed a stray lock of hair from her face. "Did I please you, Krista?"

She moaned dreamily, "Mmmmm..."

"Now it's your turn to please me." He gently peeled the tape from her mouth. "If you scream, no one will hear you. No one comes this far into the building." He paused. A rag still stuffed her mouth. "Will you be a good girl?"

Krista nodded eagerly. "Mmm-hmm!"

He plucked out the rag. Krista put on her best pouty face, and said in a breathless voice, "Please don't hurt me. I'll do anything you want."

Melvin laughed, a wicked, chilling laugh. "Oh, Krista, you're perfect! I've dreamed of hearing you say those words. And now you're here." He caressed the side of her face. "So pretty, so perfect."

He pulled her up. "I want you on your knees." He helped her get into position. Krista noticed a big old full-length mirror in one corner, angled so she could see herself: half naked, clothes in disarray, kneeling submissively in her pretty pink sockies. Seeing it made her hot.

He stood before her, and pulled down his shorts. His erect cock sprang free. Krista gasped. It was so big! Involuntarily, she tried to shy away. Melvin twisted the remains of her top around her throat, and pulled her close. The head of his cock dragged across her mouth. "You know what I want."

Krista looked away meekly. "I don't think I can."

He pulled the cloth ligature tight. "I'm sure you'll do your best." Another tug for emphasis. "You don't want to disappoint me, do you?"

She choked. "N-no."

He lifted her chin to look up at him, and smiled. "You pretend to be a naughty little slut." He gave the ligature another tug. "Are you a naughty little slut?"

She gave him a coy little grin. "Yes."

His cock bobbed in front of her. The tip glistened with a bead of pre-cum. "Then prove it."

Hesitantly, she opened her mouth and licked the head of his engorged penis. He grunted approval. She sneaked a look at herself in the mirror. She really did look slutty. Emboldened, she made a circle around the head, then took a bit of it in her mouth, sucking on it. She worked down one side, letting her tongue curl under, licking up the shaft, and shifting to give the same treatment to the other side. Melvin shivered, and purred like a big cat.

Krista took more of it in her mouth, until her gag reflex made her stop. She only made it halfway down his shaft. She tried again, taking a bit more, but she gulped and choked, and tried to pull back. Melvin held her in place, and pushed further into her throat. She choked again. She tried to relax, breathe through her nose, but Melvin kept thrusting away, holding her head in place. It hurt the back of her throat. Involuntarily, she swallowed, and his cock slid all the way down. Krista gagged violently, while Melvin made a loud gasp.

Krista tried again, and it slid down her throat, gagging her again. This seemed to excite Melvin. He only pulled a little back, then shoved it all the way down, his balls slapping her chin, her nose buried in his pubic hair. She tried to pull back, get a deeper breath, but Melvin pumped away, fucking her face. Each stroke made wet, sloppy sounds, "Ulp, ulp, ulp," while Melvin, lost in lust, grunted "Oh yes, oh yes," over and over.

Krista began to feel light-headed from lack of air. She wanted to beg for mercy, made a whining noise in her throat. Melvin cried out and climaxed in a hot gush, filling her throat with sticky semen. She choked once more, drowning on it. Melvin shuddered and groaned, holding her head in place, squeezing out every last drop. She couldn't breathe, she desperately needed air. Her vision narrowed and grew dark. At last, he let her go, and she fell over, coughing and gasping big gulps of air.

Krista was dimly aware of being manhandled, and soon she was sitting on the floor. Melvin knelt behind her, and cradled her. She could see herself in the mirror. Her hair was a wild tumble around her shoulders, she was bathed in sweat. Her legs, clad in her pink socks, taped at the ankles, stretched out in front of her. She shifted side to side to admire her sexy legs. This was her fantasy, captured, bound, in peril. She knew she should be afraid, but the thought of her predicament turned her on.

Melvin fondled her breasts, and slid one hand between her legs. Krista wiggled her hips provocatively. He met her gaze in the mirror, and stroked her hair. "Look at you. Hot, sexy girl. I've stalked you for so long, and now you're all mine."

Krista gave him her best come hither look, and squirmed seductively on the rug. "Are you going to rape me?"

He smiled again, a feral look that made her shiver. "You want that, don't you Krista? Such a wanton hussy."

Krista found his manhood with her searching fingers. He was flaccid, but started to firm up at her touch. "I really want more of this," she said, "I want you inside me, deep inside me." She kept stroking his hardness. "Please... please..."

"There's nothing I want more." He reached into the bin, and pulled out a clear plastic bag. "But I need you to go to sleep for a while."

Krista tensed, and cried out "No!" Melvin whipped the bag over her head, and pulled it tight around her neck. All she could hear was the crinkling of the bag, and the rasp of her breathing. The bag flattened around her face as she tried to draw breath. Condensation fogged her view, but she could see her reflection bucking and thrashing while Melvin held her firmly.

Krista gasped and begged, each plea growing weaker and weaker "No... please... don't kill me... not yet... fuck me!"

Melvin held her tight, still massaging her cunt. Her body betrayed her, building to another orgasm. She bucked like a bronco.

Melvin murmured in her ear, "I won't kill you, not yet. Shhh, let go, Krista. Let it happen." Her breath quickened, rapidly exhausting the air in the bag. Her chest burned, her vision narrowed, her pulse roared in her ears. So close, so close... Now! Another shattering climax rocked her body, like an electric charge. She tried to scream, but without air, all that came out was a thin squeal. She ground her pussy against his hand, shuddering in ecstasy until the darkness closed in.

Krista drifted for a while in a dreamy limbo, then slowly awoke. She was still in the cellar room, laying on the rug. Her wrists were cuffed above her head, secured to a steel pole in the corner. Melvin had used pink restraints, tough leather, fuzzy on the insde. She thought maybe they weren't too strong, but a few tugs let her know they were quite sturdy. There was no escape.

Her clothes were gone, strewn about the floor, but at least she still wore her sexy socks. She scooted back on her butt, and sat up. She saw herself in the mirror, vulnerable, helpless. It started a warm tingle inside her. The rational part of her mind told her she should be terribly afraid, and she was, but the danger excited her. She shifted her legs, posing, checking herself out. One knee up, then the other, then both, stretching her legs out, pointing her toes.

Melvin emerged from a shadowy corner, completely naked. "That was a very sexy dance." He held a bottle of water. "Thirsty?"

Krista leered at his erection. "You have no idea."

Melvin knelt beside her. The bottle was cold, covered in dew, and some dripped down onto her legs. She giggled. He smiled. "Ticklish?"

"A little. But it feels good."

He held the bottle against her neck. She sighed, and shifted to rub her bosom against it. She gave Melvin a suggestive look. "This feels good, too."

Melvin trailed the bottle over her breasts, circled her erect nipples, down her belly. She gasped as icy drops reached her pubic hair. Melvin grinned wickedly, and held it against her pussy. Krista rolled her hips in response.

She gave him her big eyed, pleading look. "Please don't kill me. I'll do anything you want. I won't tell anyone. It can be our little secret." She pressed her torso against his. "Please?"

He held the bottle to her lips and let her drink, then said, "You won't tell anyone?"

"Not a soul."

"Promise?"

"Mmm-hmm."

He drew an "x" on her chest with cold water. "Cross your heart?"

"Mmm-hmm."

"Hope to die?"

Krista didn't like the sound of that. "Y-yes."

He set the bottle aside, and shook his head. "I wish I could trust you, Krista." He grabbed her ankles, and pulled until he had her stretched out, legs wide, flat on the rug. "You really are perfect." He picked up the remains of her top, and stretched them tight in his hands. "But I will try to make your last night special."

Krista opened her mouth to protest, but he brought the cloth into her mouth, and held it in place, one hand on either side of her head. With one savage thrust, he slid his cock into her. Krista groaned. God, he was big! She felt like she was being impaled. He fucked her with long, firm strokes, slow at first, then quicker. Each stroke made her exclaim "Ah, ah, ah," only slightly muffled by the cloth in her mouth.

Krista wrapped her legs around his hips, and pulled him into her harder. She caught a glimpse of herself in the mirror, sexy legs, sexy socks, trapped by a villain. She wanted it so bad!

Melvin nibbled her ear. "You like it rough?"

Krista moaned "Mmmm!"

"You want more?"

"Mmmmm!"

Melvin whipped the cloth around her neck, and pulled tight. Krista gasped, then wheezed as he cut off her air. Another orgasm loomed. The lack of air made her feel like she was about to explode. He rammed his cock into her, harder, faster, oh so close...

It hit her, bursting like fireworks. She clamped her legs fiercely around him as he pounded away. Her vision went red, then started to fade. She felt herself slipping, losing control, as the waves of ecstasy rolled through her. Oh, please, she thought, just a little more!

Just then, Melvin loosened his hold, letting her breathe a little bit. He slowed his assault to a leisurely rhythm. Krista still quivered with each lunge, but she recovered enough to whisper "Please."

He tightened the cloth again. The waves of sensation broke sooner, more intense. Krista's whole body shook again while stars exploded inside her.

Again, he let her breathe, but she knew she couldn't last. It was too much, too intense. One last time he pulled tight. Dimly, Krista saw the madness in his eyes. He was close, too. He pounded her like a jackhammer. He cried out, "Oh, Krista! Oh, Krista!" She felt his cock jump inside her, the hot spurt of cum as he climaxed. It felt like fire inside her, burning her, consuming her, the most intense orgasm of her short life. The waves rolled through her, slowing, weakening, dimming along with her consciousness. The last thing she felt was one final spasm of pleasure, from the ligature around her neck to the tips of her sexy socks. The last thing she saw was Melvin's face, alight with lust. The last thing she heard was his voice. "Krista, sweet Krista. You were perfect."