Tabby

Her name was Tabitha, but everyone called her Tabby. I met her at the college, one of my favorite hunting grounds. She was petite, just the way I like them, exactly the right size to grab. She liked to show off her young, shapely body with frilly dresses and miniskirts. She wore her shoulder length blonde hair loosely, carelessly. Someone called her look "freshly fucked." I decided to make that title a reality.

I have developed the skill of masking my predatory nature with a bland, nice guy persona. Women fall for it, never suspecting how I size them up as potential victims. I stalked her secretly, but made sure to "accidentally" meet her several times, chatting, keeping it light, all the while noticing details that would help me capture her. She flirted back, totally unaware. Soon, I knew her home, her habits, her vulnerabilities.

My flower delivery gambit had served me well, so I decided to use it on Tabby. I prepared my waist pack with rope, duct tape, and other toys. A new trick, I wore tear away athletic pants with snaps down the sides. I bought roses in a box, equipped myself with a delivery hat and clipboard, and drove to her home. She lived in an old house off campus, with only two other residents. I timed my visit for when she would be alone.

As I parked and walked up to her door, I was acutely aware of my pulse hammering with excitement. I had lusted after this tender morsel for so long, and now... and now...

I knocked, and in a few moments she answered. Her honey blonde hair was tousled as always. She wore a flimsy, frilly white dress. She looked so fresh and perfect. Her face lit up with delight as she recognised me.

I smiled and put on my nice guy act. "I come bearing gifts. Flower delivery."

"Oh my God. Who would send me flowers?"

"Read the card." I stepped into her doorway, to block it open. She didn't notice.

"'A secret admirer.' Hmmm." She gave me a suggestive look. "I wish I knew who it was so I could thank him." She was such a flirt.

"They're from me." I closed the gap between us, pulled her to me, and kissed her. To my surprise, she slid her hands around me, and pressed her slender body against mine. I felt her tongue push into my mouth. I nudged the door shut, and let my hands wander, to her firm bottom, her pert breasts. She grabbed my ass with both hands.

This surprised me. I had anticipated a wrestling match, but not like this. After an eternity of breathless kissing and groping, she finally came up for air. “I see how you look at me, the way you follow me. It drives me crazy.” She nibbled the side of my neck. “I hoped you'd make a move.”

She kissed me again, pulled up my shirt, whipped it off and threw it aside. I responded by hurriedly unbuckling my waist pack, and dropping it to the floor. I lifted her skirt, and slid my hand down into her panties. She purred like a cat, and wiggled and shimmied until her pink panties fell around her ankles. She found the snaps on the sides of my pants, and popped them free. My cock stood at attention, straining against the fabric of my briefs. “Oooh, you came prepared.” She stroked my bulge with her fingers. I thought I might cream my pants right there. “Do you always have your way with women you deliver flowers to?”

“It's worked out so far.” I pulled her dress off over her head, and flung it to join the rest of our clothes. I yanked off my briefs. My cock sprang free. I pushed her against the wall, and thrust my swollen cock into her so hard that I lifted her right off the floor. She let out a gasping moan. She wrapped her arms around my neck, and her legs around my hips. I ground away at her, pushing and grunting. She bit my neck, and groaned like an animal. Our rhythm quickened. I could feel her tender pussy tighten around my shaft. One last thrust, and we both went over the edge. Our bodies arched together. I impaled her with my cock. We let out cries of pure lust.

We stayed like that for a while, her clinging to me and moaning while I pumped away at her, squeezing out every last drop of cum. I nibbled her neck and she purred, "Mmm, afternoon delight."

I murmured in her ear, "Are you glad you let me in?"

She giggled. "Oh God, yes. I was a little scared until I saw it was you. You know, two girls were strangled near here. Some people say it's a serial killer!" She shivered, and her voice dropped to a husky whisper. "I heard he tied them up and raped them." She put a spin of suggestive emphasis on the word "raped."

I gathered her wrists, and held them against the small of her back, pulling her up against me. "It sounds like that excites you. Do you like that, hmm? Being captured, feeling helpless?" My cock hardened again, and I ground her against the wall.

She wriggled delightfully, pretending to struggle. "Oh, please mister, please don't hurt me." She gave me a mock worried look, and said, in a low, husky voice, "I'll do anything."

I grinned. "I'm sure you'll be a very good girl." I gave a little thrust, and made her gasp. "But first, I have to tie you up." I pulled her down to kneel on the carpet, and knelt behind her. I unzipped my waist pack, and pulled out a length of rope.

She stiffened. "Why do you have rope with you?" She sounded genuinely worried now.

"Every villain needs rope. I might meet a damsel in distress."

"No, really. Why do you have it?"

"I have a night job, lighting tech. We use all sorts of interesting things." I stroked her hair. "Rope, tape, chains…"

"You don't have chains in there?"

"No. But I do have duct tape." I held up a roll to show her.

She laughed nervously. "You're a freak."

"Takes one to know one." I gave her wrists a gentle squeeze. "Do you still want to play?"

She hesitated, then gave me a mischievous look, and whispered "Please mister. I'll be a good girl."

"Rope or tape?"

"Mmm… rope. But not too tight."

I tied her wrists simply but firmly. My hands shook from adrenaline and lust. She noticed, and giggled. "Nervous?"

"I've never done it like this." Which was true. I usually take women against their will. "I want it to be right."

"So far, so good." She wriggled provocatively, and found my erect cock with her fingers.

I let her caress me for a minute, then stood in front of her. She knelt before me, nude, hands tied behind her, a perfect sacrifice. My dick was hard as iron. A bead of cum leaked from the tip. I tangled my fingers in her honeyed hair. "Be a good girl."

She smiled wickedly, and immediately licked the tip with her little pink tongue. She went to work, kissing, licking, sucking. She clearly had experience. She took the whole length of it into her throat, and moaned. I shuddered. My knees went weak, and I pulled her head down onto my crotch, and held her there, only for a moment. She choked slightly and flinched. She gave me a questioning look, and repeated it, holding a second longer, then again. She pulled back, and gasped. "You like it when I take it all the way?"

I grunted, "Yes," and guided her lips back to where I wanted them. She gobbled my cock. Each time it hit the back of her throat, it made a little "gulp" noise. I began thrusting with my hips, forcing her to take it faster and faster. She gagged again, which only excited me more. She tried to pull away, but I held her head in place, and with one last thrust, I came. She choked and snorted on the stream of hot jizz. I released her, and she drew back, coughing, trailing a strand of semen down her chin.

She coughed and panted "You play rough!"

I wiped the drool from her face. "I'm a rapist, remember? And you're my sweet little victim."

Before she could protest, I pulled her up to stand, then threw her over my shoulder. She squealed, half scared, half excited. "Oh, no! Please!"

I carried her back to her bedroom, and laid her on the bed. I hurried back to my pack, and set it next to the bed. I retied her wrists to the bedposts so her arms were spread. I had prepared to take her by force, but she gave herself to me, wanton and eager. I couldn't believe how trusting she was. Soon I would have to spring my trap.

Tabby squirmed and laughed. "Oh, no. I'm in trouble now."

I licked her thighs, near her crotch. "Yes indeed. You'll never escape now." I stood back and ogled her. "Struggle. Try to escape."

She wriggled around on the bed, hesitantly at first, then with more vigor. She gasped and grunted. "I... can't... get... loose. You really tied me up!"

"You wanted to feel helpless." I stroked her taut belly. She flinched and giggled. "Are you ticklish?"

She giggled again. "N-no."

I reached for her waist and belly. She tried to scoot away, but I caught her and tickled her. She writhed and laughed. "No, please, don't. I'll do anythi... eek!"

I stroked the soles of her feet. She laughed and panted. "Oh God, oh God, please no! Plea... ah ha! No!" She squealed again.

"My, but you're noisy. I can't have my victim calling for help." I got the roll of duct tape, and peeled off a length.

Her eyes went wide. "No, oh no! You wouldn't dare... mmm!" I pressed it over her lips. She thrashed about on the bed. Her honeyed hair fell over her face. She flicked her head in that feminine way to get the hair out of her eyes, and gave me that pleading look I crave. She had bright blue eyes, like a kitten. She moaned and whimpered.

I teased her again with my fingertips, aiming for her vulnerable belly and waist. She squealed behind the tape, and rolled around on the bed, trying to evade me, but I kept up the assault. Unable to laugh aloud, she wheezed and gasped. She kept shaking her head "no." Soon her lithe young body glowed with a sheen of sweat.

I kissed the tops of her feet, and licked her ankles. She made a curious noise, half sigh and half giggle. I continued up her slender legs, spreading them apart as I went. I paid special attention to the insides of her thighs, which coaxed more sighs and moans from her.

I could see by her pubic hair she was a natural blonde. Gently, I licked her fragrant pussy. She moaned and pushed her hips toward me. I quickened my pace, probed with my fingers. She gasped in response, and wrapped her legs around my neck. She shuddered, and groaned. I felt her tender pussy clench around my fingers. She rode wave after wave of orgasm, thrusting and moaning.

I pulled myself up, almost in a pushup, hovering over her. She had that pleading look I love, and whined behind the tape.

"Do you want me to rape you?"

"Mmm hmm."

"With my cock?"

"Mmm hmm."

"Say please."

"Mmmmmm!"

I plunged my cock into her warm wetness. She growled like an animal, wrapped her legs around my hips, and pulled me deeper into her. I pumped away at her, pounding, thrusting. She grunted through the tape in rhythm. I could feel her clench again and again, but I was only halfway to climax. It was time.

I kept a steady rhythm, peeled the tape from her lips, placed my hands on her throat, and murmured in her ear. "Do you like being raped?"

"Oh, god yes! Keep fucking me!"

"Can I tell you a secret?"

"Mmm, oh, yes!"

I tightened my grip. "You're not the first girl I've raped."

"Ah! You're very good at it!"

"You're much nicer than the other two."

I felt her tense under me. "Other two?"

"Colleen and Cherie. The girls I raped and strangled."

"No...ugh!" Her words cut off as I squeezed harder. "Uh... gah... no..." Her eyes grew wide. Her mouth worked as she made strangled little gasps. She began to thrash and kick, trying to throw me off. I held on tight.

"Don't worry. I don't want to kill you just yet. I have all sorts of fun planned for you."

She arched her back, and bucked beneath me, like a sexy little mare. I could feel my climax building. She tugged and yanked desperately at the ropes binding her wrists. Her struggles grew more frantic and staccato, short bursts of effort, with longer stretches in between. Her beautiful blue eyes begged me for mercy.

I bore down harder on her throat. Her struggles grew weaker as her consciousness slipped away. Her eyelids fluttered. Her little pink tongue shivered in her open mouth. I hammered away at her with my cock. Her body arched beneath me. I could feel my orgasm building through my entire body, a wave flowing like lava. Tabby flailed and spasmed. My vision narrowed until all I could see was the hopeless, desperate expression on her beautiful face. Even as she lost consciousness, her hot little pussy clamped in one last climax. I lost all control, and came in a hot rush. Burst after burst of warm cum spurted into her shuddering body.

I stayed like that for a stretch, lost in my ecstasy, pumping out the last bit of semen, squeezing her tender throat. For a panicked second, I thought I had gone too far, and killed her. I checked her pulse, and was relieved to find it still beating strong. I had more games planned for my sweet little Tabby, but first I had to take her someplace more private. Soon, soon, she would be mine forever.

Now that I had Tabby unconscious, I needed to secure her for transport. I re-tied her hands behind her, and tied her ankles. Into her pretty mouth a rag, with tape to seal it. I dressed quickly, and went out to my van where I had a brand new plastic trash can with wheels and a hinged top. I brought it into Tabby's bedroom, and bundled her limp, beautiful body into it. She fit with room to spare. I secured the lid with a zip tie. The whole time, I shook with excitement.

Now the risky part. I had to wheel the can out the front door, across the yard to my van. I didn't want any witnesses. From the front porch, I scanned her street. No one in sight. The yard had a fence and a scrawny hedge, which helped. I had parked with the side door directly in front of the sidewalk. As quickly as I could, without spilling my precious cargo, I rolled the can to the van and lifted it inside. I slid the door shut, and took a few moments to make sure I had closed the door to her apartment and the front door of her building. Then I drove off to my lair.

Years ago, I discovered a long disused section of the old steam tunnels under the campus. Almost no one knew they even existed. I outfitted it with a few stout locks, and warning signs about asbestos. I felt confident no one would intrude on my privacy. Soon, Tabby would be my permanent guest.

A few minutes into the drive, Tabby began to stir. I could hear a moan, a bump, a muffled squeal, and then a flurry of thuds and cries as she tried to free herself. I smiled. There was no one near enough to hear.

Tabby serenaded me with her lovely gag music. The urge to rape her became nearly irresistible. I would imagine her yummy naked body, and realize I had zoned out, lost in fantasy. Focus, focus! Bundy got caught because of his bad driving.

I stopped at a gate with a "No trespassing" sign, unlocked it, drove through, re-locked the gate, and drove up the gravel drive to my love nest.

I opened the van door. The trash can lay on its side. High feminine whimpers and moans came from it, and the sides and top heaved as Tabby struggled inside. I dragged it out to land on the ground, and wheeled it to the tunnel entrance. I had fitted the old but still sturdy steel door with a new lock, and camouflaged the lock to look as old as the door. It opened with an appropriately sinister creak.

Once inside, and with the door securely locked and bolted, I turned on a string of lights, and rolled the can down the concrete tunnel to a larger chamber. I had furnished it with cast-off items salvaged from the campus. I always marveled at how much perfectly good stuff the students abandoned every semester. Their loss, my gain.

I cut the zip tie, and opened the lid. Tabby yelped and squinted up at me, then made a plaintive noise, and gave me that sweet begging look. I stroked her hair gently, then tipped her out onto a shag rug. Her honey blonde hair fell tousled across her face. Her blue eyes shone, fearful and desperate. Sweat covered her girlish curves. Raw red showed on her wrists and ankles, and on her neck where I had choked her. She moaned, and tried to curl up, away from me. I forced her to lay on her back, then licked some of the sweat from her breasts and belly. She squealed and jerked, trying to avoid my tongue. I worked lower, to her thighs and juicy pussy. She sobbed through the tape.

As tempting as Tabby was, my cock needed a rest from our previous session. I stood nearby, watching her, and started to undress. She moaned hopelessly. "Struggle," I told her. "Try to get loose." She wiggled and writhed, grunting and groaning, unable to break free. She rolled around, on her tummy, on her back. I let her thrash. Every time she tried to roll away, I would drag her back to the center of the rug. I could feel myself stiffen in response. I grabbed her ankles, and stroked the bottoms of her feet. She squealed and twisted, but she couldn't avoid me.

I flipped her onto her tummy. The contours of her naked back and rump glistened with sweat. I licked the small of her back, the creases where her pert bottom met her thighs, the tender spot just above her butt crack. She screamed and flailed. I tied her wrists and ankles in a hogtie. I love seeing them hogtied, perfectly helpless. Tabby, with her slender curves, looked particularly yummy. She wiggled and made pleasing little mewing noises. I tickled the soles of her feet again. She responded with a flurry of squeals, and tried to roll away from me.

"That's it, struggle. Dance for me."

The hogtie restricted her movements, but she still managed to put on a thrilling show. She arched her back and pulled on the ropes, then rolled onto one side, displaying her succulent breasts and belly. She jerked the ropes again. With each move she made a cute little squeak. Then she stopped to gather her strength, breathing hard. She flipped the hair from her eyes again, so feminine. She gave me that pleading look I crave, with those bright blue eyes, her brows gathered with worry. She moaned and whimpered. My cock was so hard it ached.

I knelt next to her, and stroked her hair. "So pretty. So perfect. Are you afraid, Tabby?"

She nodded, and sobbed, "Mmm-hmm."

"You wanted to be raped. Here you are, your fantasy come true."

She shook her head, and moaned, "Nnn."

"No? But you were so eager before. If you please me, perhaps I'll let you go."

I could see a little light of hope kindle in her eyes. She made another plaintive noise, but this time coupled it with a slow, seductive grind of her hips. She wanted to play.

"Very good, Tabby. I'm going to remove your gag. If you scream, no one can hear you. We're deep underground." I peeled away the tape, and plucked out the rag. She laid there panting.

After a few moments, she looked up at me. In a shaky voice she said, "Please, I'll do anything you want. Please don't kill me! I promise, I'll be the best you ever had! Please! Please..." She trailed off in a trembling sob.

I gently stroked her cheek. "I'm sure you'll do your best." I rolled her back onto her belly, and sat down in front of her. I pulled her head into my lap. My engorged cock pressed against her lips. It bobbed up and down in time with my pulse. "You know what I want."

She opened her sweet, sweet mouth, and licked the head. I could feel her tongue shiver as she did. I sighed. She grew more confident, and licked up and down the shaft, like a popsicle. After a few moments of this, I pushed it into her mouth, and she went down on me in earnest. It was a bit awkward. I pulled her head back by her hair. I wanted to see her face, and the emotions that played there. She gazed up at me expectantly, trying to gauge my reaction. I was acutely aware of sounds: the creak of the ropes, her slight moans, the wet gulping noise as my cock slid into her mouth.

I could feel another orgasm building, but I wanted to add more spice to the game. Reluctantly, I pulled away. "That was very nice, but I think you can do better. You need some encouragement." I produced a length of rope, tied in a loop. I dangled it in front of her face. Her eyes bugged with surprise.

She jerked back and forth, trying vainly to escape. "No, oh God, no! Please!" I slipped it over her head, and pulled it snug. I ran the loose end through the ropes on her ankles. I pulled it tighter, and her protests ended in a wheeze. I gave her some slack, and she gasped for air.

I forced my cock into her mouth again. She tried to squirm away at first, but a firm pull on the throat rope made her obey. I began to thrust away at her, fucking her face. She wept. Her beautiful eyes sparkled with tears. She made the sweetest little noises, a sort of high pitched gasp as she tried to inhale, then a choking gulp as my dick hit the back of her throat. Her bound hands wriggled behind her.

I quickened my pace, thrusting harder, deeper. Her gagging sounds came faster and wetter. She had a desperate, pleading look on her face. I pulled harder at the rope with one hand, while the other held her head by a fistful of her hair. She arched and jerked, but there was no escape.

Tabby squeezed out a strangled moan, a pathetic plea for mercy. It tipped me over the edge. The orgasm hit me like an electric shock. I slammed my hips up, and held her head down. I could feel her throat close around my cock as I spurted wave after wave of hot cum down her gullet.

I stayed like that a long time, shuddering, while Tabby spasmed on the rug. Her movements weakened and slowed. She closed her pretty eyes. I made several long strokes, squeezing out the last drops of jizz.

Finally, I pulled out, leaving a sticky trail. Tabby lay motionless. Once again, I feared that I had gone too far, and ended our game prematurely. But in a moment she gasped and fluttered her eyes open. She began to cough, racking sounds that shook her whole body.

Finally, she settled down. She arched and twisted to look up at me. "Please... please don't... please don't..." she couldn't finish the thought. She began to sob quietly.

I caressed her again. "I want to play another game with you. Just one more game, and then we're done. Okay?" She nodded eagerly.

I undid the hogtie, and untied her ankles. I left her wrists tied, and the rope around her neck. I helped her to sit up. I got a bottle of water, and held it for her to drink. She gulped it greedily. I poured some water on a washcloth, and wiped the sweat and semen from her face, neck, and body. She sighed. I could almost believe she enjoyed it.

She tried to change the mood. She tried to look and sound playful, and wiggled her hips. "So, what's the game?"

"They say lack of oxygen makes your orgasm more intense. You came when I fucked and choked you. You liked it." I let my fingers trail down her neck. "Didn't you?"

I could see the hesitation in her eyes. Should she agree, hoping to please me? Or pretend it wasn't true? She blushed, and meekly whispered "Yes."

"I want to fuck you one last time, and take your breath away. I want to give you one last, perfect orgasm, the best you've ever had." I couldn't look her in the eye. "And then I'll release you."

She seemed to sense I held something back, but what choice did she have? "If I play along, you'll let me go?"

"You'll never see me again."

She tried to act brave, sat up straight, and met my gaze. "I'm all yours." Her voice faltered.

"Stand up." She struggled. Her legs had cramped up, and she leaned that warm, supple body against me, so wonderfully feminine. I held her and fondled her. She writhed against me.

I found the end of the rope looped around her neck, and tossed it over a thick pipe near the ceiling. I took up the slack until she stood in the center of the rug. I pulled until her heels lifted off the floor, and she stood on the balls of her feet.

I tied the end off to a cleat on the wall and stood before her. Her lips trembled. She made that sexy pleading look. Her whole body stretched taut, quivering with effort. Her breath came in thin little gasps. I pulled her against me and kissed her. She shook with fear.

I kissed her neck, and worked my way down to her breasts. I licked and nibbled her nipples. They were hard as ball bearings. Tabby shivered and gasped. I trailed my fingers down her ticklish sides. She flinched and made the tiniest squealing sound, all but stopped by the rope around her throat.

I knelt before her, and buried my face in her warm, fragrant pussy. She was moist. I made one long, firm lick along the lips. She squealed again. Her legs quaked. She shifted her weight from leg to leg trying to avoid my probing tongue. I grabbed her firm ass with both hands, and held her in position. I gave her tender cunt a thorough tongue lashing. She squeaked and gagged, wiggled and jerked.

I used my fingers, stroking, probing. Her eyes showed the fear at her predicament as her body betrayed her. Silently she mouthed the word "Please." I sank all four fingers into her warm wetness. Soon her sounds and moves made a rhythm, thrusting her hips, with a thin, choking sigh, "Ah! Ah! Ah!" Her whole body stiffened, she stood on her toes, and choked out a long, thin wail. Her knees buckled, and she went limp, hanging from the noose.

I hurried to untie the rope from the cleat, and lowered her to the rug. I loosened the loop a bit to let her have more air. She groaned, and slowly opened her eyes, gradually coming to. Her eyes focused on me. "That was... oh God...I never climaxed like that." She squirmed prettily, and gave me a worried look. "Please, let me go."

I smiled. "Oh, sweet, sweet Tabby. I think you have one more orgasm in you. I know I do."

I hauled on the rope again, pulling her back up on her toes, and just a bit more. Her big toes barely reached the floor. I let her teeter like that, wheezing, gasping, her face turning red, her mouth working wordlessly. I stroked the lips of her pussy with my fingertips. She shuddered.

I lifted her clear of the ground, and tied off the rope. She kicked and pedaled in mid-air, and spun slowly. Her bound hands flapped and jerked. A violent tremor shook her lithe body, then another. I took position in front of her, my cock painfully engorged. I plunged it into her soaked cunt, so hard that I put enough slack into the line and she drew a breath. She wrapped her legs around me, just as she had at her apartment. She seemed even more fervent. Now she fought for her life. With one hand I pulled on the line, eliminating the slack. My other hand gripped her firm ass. I pumped away at her, long slow strokes. Her legs tightened as she tried to save herself.

I rode her like that, keeping her on the edge of blacking out. Her lovely eyes begged for release. Again, her sweet lips silently formed the words "Please... please..."

Another tremor gripped her. She jerked and thrashed like a hooked fish. Each wave drove her onto my cock. Her pussy clamped down as she shuddered and bucked. I hammered away at her, and roared like a beast. I couldn't control myself any longer. The most violent orgasm of my life exploded into her. I stood on my toes, body bent like a bow as I impaled her. She responded, her legs pulling tighter, fighting for just a little more slack. But there was none. We stayed like that for an eternity, clinging to each other. Jet after jet of hot cum spurted into her, and her cunt tightened in return.

Her eyes lost focus. Her movements weakened. Her legs lost their grip. She twitched and flopped, but I held her in place. The light died in her pretty eyes, her pretty mouth drooped. Her dying body spasmed a few more times, then hung limp.

I don't know how long I stood like that, not wanting to end it. Eventually, I peeled myself away from her. She swayed gently, the only sound the creak of the rope. Once I recovered, I would wrap her beautiful corpse in plastic, and dump her somewhere remote. I hadn't lied to her, not really. I gave her the greatest orgasm of her short life. I had released her, if only into death. And she would never see me again.