Her Secret Stalker (Remiel and Secretwriter)
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				Title: <strong>Her Secret Stalker (Remiel and Secretwriter)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Remiel</strong> on <strong>12-10-2009, 01:56:35</strong>
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				Scott had a secret.&nbsp; <br><br>He had a crush on Abigail, his coworker at the automobile insurance company.&nbsp; They were both "account administrators", which was a fancy title for "person who answers the phone when you call in with a claim".&nbsp; Her cubicle was right next to his, and although they had worked together for almost two years now, he had never quite had the nerve to ask her out.&nbsp; They got on well enough, but he was certain that she had never thought of him as anything other than a friend.&nbsp; A good friend, perhaps, but a friend nevertheless.<br><br>It had all started last Thursday.&nbsp; She had left her computer on after she had gone home, and he had wandered by her desk.&nbsp; He had meant to turn it off, really he had; but when he saw her screen he noticed that she was still logged in.&nbsp; Her email password, her AIM name and password, even her cell phone number...all right there at his fingertips.<br><br>He'd written it all down, telling himself that he'd only keep it in case of emergencies.&nbsp; But then, over the weekend, he had an idea, an idea that wouldn't go away.&nbsp; He didn't know what came over him.&nbsp; And so he'd gotten an unlisted phone number, through a third-party call-waiting service that, if traced, would give her only the number of the service, and had sent her little text messages.&nbsp; Just little things like<br><br><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="bbc_font">I LIKE YOUR DRESS :P</span><br><br>or<br><br><span style="font-family: courier;" class="bbc_font">THATS A CUTE SHIRT, ABBY ^_^</span><br><br>He didn't know why he did it--it gave him a secret thrill.&nbsp; He could stop it anytime he wanted.&nbsp; <br><br>Really, he could.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Her Secret Stalker (Remiel and Secretwriter)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Secretwriter</strong> on <strong>13-10-2009, 05:16:49</strong>
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				Abigail was a bright young woman, not the top of her class but close when she’d graduated from the university.&nbsp; She had gotten herself a job at a prestigious firm and greatly enjoyed the benefits of being employed there.&nbsp; <br><br>Her co-workers were pleasant and she’d made a great friend in Scott.&nbsp; She planned to see if he wanted to attend the opening of a new art gallery with her and maybe go out to dinner before hand. She was just too shy to make the move.&nbsp; He didn’t seem interested anyway, just a good and friendly coworker. <br><br>Tuesday she’d had a doctors appointment and had forgotten, in her haste to get to her car, to shut the computer down but it never occurred to her and nothing was ever said about it. <br><br>Soon after shed started getting text messages that creeped her out.&nbsp; There was never a number sent with the texts and when she’d inquired with her cellular service provider they’d told her that there was no way to block the calls as the calls weren’t able to be traced due to there being a third party call waiting service.<br><br>Monday at work she was quite disheveled, despite her professional appearance, as she waited on the coffee machine to give her the cup of liquid life that would get her awake enough to function for the next few hours.<br><br>She looked around at the people milling through the cafeteria and waved at Scott brightly when she saw him.&nbsp; <br><br>Finally her coffee had dispensed and she walked over toward him.&nbsp; “Have a good weekend?” she asked, her mood suddenly&nbsp; turning cheerful. <br>
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				Post by: <strong>Remiel</strong> on <strong>13-10-2009, 06:29:40</strong>
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				Scott's heart raced as Abigail walked toward him.&nbsp; Disheveled or not, she always looked amazing.&nbsp; He liked the way she smiled, the cute little way her nose wrinkled when she laughed, the habit she had of tapping her fingers on the desk when she was nervous.<br><br>Unbeknownst to her, Scott had written several stories about her on his computer.&nbsp; He had never shown them to anyone.&nbsp; In some of the stories she was the damsel in distress and he the knight in shining armor, saving her from whatever beast or bully or whatever had captured her.&nbsp; Others, however, were less noble.&nbsp; In one, he had kidnapped her, stripped her of her clothes, and tied her to his bed.&nbsp; Although she had resisted vehemently at first as he touched her all over her body, torturing her with feathers and blindfolds and ice and hot wax, eventually she succumbed to his seductions, and by the end, she and he were inevitably having sex in all the ways it was possible for a man and a woman to have sex.<br><br>But that was only fiction.&nbsp; He knew he'd never have a shot with her in real life.<br><br>"Hi, Abby!" he smiled brightly at her, his newspaper in one hand, morning cruller in the other.&nbsp; "Oh, it was all right.&nbsp; Got some housecleaning done, nothing exciting.&nbsp; How was yours?"
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				Post by: <strong>Secretwriter</strong> on <strong>13-10-2009, 06:58:59</strong>
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				“Well that’s good to hear. Glad that you had a good weekend even if it was nothing particularly exciting.”&nbsp; She wished that she could say the same.&nbsp; “Oh. You know how it is. Same old, same old.”&nbsp; She forced a smile on her face at the memory of her weekend hassle but pushed the thoughts away. <br><br>She moved toward a table and sat her coffee down and motioned him to sit with her.&nbsp; They had about twenty minutes before their shift started.&nbsp; “Oh. Food. I didn’t even think about food.” She hurried to a vending machine and got a quick pack of white powdered donuts, waiting impatiently as the coil twisted and then dropped them into the bottom where she could fetch them. <br><br>She returned to her seat and opened the cellophane.&nbsp; “Not as nice as your cruller but those are a bit more sticky than my normal liking right before work.&nbsp; I like to enjoy them, not cram them down.”&nbsp; She smiled and fished out a donut and then took a sip of her coffee. <br><br>“Mondays. Ugh.&nbsp; What are your plans for the week?”&nbsp; She hoped that she’d find the courage to ask him to the opening but she didn’t think that she would.&nbsp; What if he turned her down? She’d never be able to face him again and she didn’t want to do anything that would affect their friendship. “Anything exciting? A date perhaps?”&nbsp; She hoped not.&nbsp; Lucky girl if so. <br>
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				Post by: <strong>Remiel</strong> on <strong>13-10-2009, 07:16:17</strong>
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				Scott watched as Abigail ripped open the pack of white powered donuts, and took the first one in the pack.&nbsp; As she brought it to her mouth, some of the white powdered sugar fell from the donut and sprinkled over part of her dress.&nbsp; He almost opened his mouth to say something, but thought better of it.&nbsp; She might think him weird, after all, if he revealed that he was paying too much attention to her body. And, yes, there was their friendship to consider.&nbsp; <br><br>They'd been friends from practically the first day she started, when she'd appropriated his chair by mistake.&nbsp; He'd stood there, shuffling his feet politely, until she realized what she'd done and hurriedly offered it back.&nbsp; But he'd refused, laughing as he sat on the floor, pulling the keyboard down with him so that he could barely see the computer screen.&nbsp; It must have made a bizarre spectacle (and earned him a few strange looks from his boss), but it had made her laugh, and so it had been worth it.<br><br>"I don't know," he answered her question.&nbsp; "Maybe catch a movie later on.&nbsp; Might check out that new art gallery that opened. I hear they are going to have a Monet presentation."<br><br>He smirked at the mention of a date.&nbsp; "Actually, yes," he deadpanned.&nbsp; "Me and Angelina Jolie are going to go rock-climbing later.&nbsp; And then we'll probably end up having a three-way with Scarlet Johannsen in my hot tub. You know, the same old thing."<br><br>
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				Post by: <strong>Secretwriter</strong> on <strong>13-10-2009, 07:49:31</strong>
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				She chewed her donut thoughtfully and swallowed, not noticing the white sugar on her royal blue blouse.&nbsp; <br><br>“A movie? That sounds good.”&nbsp; She grinned and then her eyes widened at the news about the opening.&nbsp; “Yes. I’m going.&nbsp; I’ve um.&nbsp; I’ve got two tickets if you want to go?”&nbsp; She fidgeted and decided to lie. “My date bailed on me already and made other plans.&nbsp; Would you like the other ticket?”&nbsp; She’d bought it in hopes of asking him to go but she couldn’t really tell him that.&nbsp; “I mean it’s not like it’s a date right, if you go with me or… I could … just give you the ticket and meet you there or you could take it to save money and take someone with you.”&nbsp; She didn’t want to seem presumptuous. <br><br>“Oh well I hope you have fun with that. I hear Angelina is great with oral and Scarlet likes it in the ass.”&nbsp; She snickered at her own joke and ate another donut.&nbsp; She looked down at her shirt and rolled her eyes as she brushed off the sugar.&nbsp; “Great. Now I look like a pig.” She spoke with a laugh and finished off her coffee.&nbsp; &nbsp;<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Her Secret Stalker (Remiel and Secretwriter)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Remiel</strong> on <strong>13-10-2009, 08:17:57</strong>
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				"That'll do, Abby, that'll do," he remarked, sarcastically, winking at her as he licked the remains of his cruller from his fingers.&nbsp; He smirked and laid down his newspaper.<br><br>"Oh yeah? You're going? Really? Well, maybe I could...tag along? That is, if you didn't mind.&nbsp; I wouldn't want to make your date jealous."&nbsp; Her date? His heart dropped like a stone into his stomach, but he did an admirable job of hiding it.&nbsp; Only the barest flicker of his mouth betrayed his dismay.&nbsp; <br><br>He coughed, and covered his mouth with his hand.&nbsp; The action caused him to glance at his watch, and he noticed that they only had five minutes left until they had to be at their desks.&nbsp; "Well, I guess we should be getting going," he murmured.&nbsp; "See ya."<br><br>Twenty minutes later, he slumped in his cubicle, staring with glassy eyes at his computer screen.&nbsp; The day's unfinished reports taunted him from the LCD monitor, threatening him with hours' worth of drudgery and dullness.&nbsp; He sighed.<br><br>Whether due to mischief or sheer boredom, an idea struck him.&nbsp; He knew that Abigail had her IM on while at work, and on impulse he created a fake username and account.&nbsp; Glancing furtively around him, making sure that no one was watching, he logged in and typed a message:<br><br><span style="font-family: arial;" class="bbc_font">WhoswatchinU (9:35:47 AM): Hello, Abigail.</span><br><span style="font-family: arial;" class="bbc_font">WhoswatchinU (9:36:23 AM): Yr hair looks very cute today. :)</span><br><span style="font-family: arial;" class="bbc_font">WhoswatchinU (9:36:50 AM): I saw u get out yr car this morning.</span><br><span style="font-family: arial;" class="bbc_font">WhoswatchinU (9:38:14 AM): I wish I could touch u.</span><br>
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				Post by: <strong>Secretwriter</strong> on <strong>13-10-2009, 09:03:12</strong>
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				Her eyes followed his fingers as he licked them clean.&nbsp; That didn’t do anything for the growing tension that she felt when she looked at him.&nbsp; Damn. He was so handsome and to see him doing something that was innocent yet she took in very dirty ways made a blush creep into her cheeks. <br><br>“I’d like that.”&nbsp; He wanted to go with her? That was awesome! She was suddenly glad that Nathaniel had found a good boyfriend.&nbsp; She was just glad that it had been nipped in the bud before anything had gotten serious.&nbsp; Talk about awkward.&nbsp; At least she knew what Rich had that she didn’t…<br><br>She nodded. “See ya.” She rose and rushed to use the potty before reporting to her desk.&nbsp; <br><br>After getting set up and signed into her messenger, she began starting on the data entry for the accounting on one of the reports.&nbsp; Her IM blinked but she didn’t want to lose her place.&nbsp; She finished the entry for the column and then clicked on her IM. <br><br>Abi gasped, her jaw on the floor and then she stood up and looked around at those around her.&nbsp; She sat back down, not seeing anyone that looked guilty but getting a few odd looks.&nbsp; Her chest heaved and she closed the IM window and went back to work. <br>
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				Post by: <strong>Remiel</strong> on <strong>14-10-2009, 00:33:15</strong>
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				Scott heard Abigail get up.&nbsp; He pretended that he was completely absorbed in his work and didn't notice her.&nbsp; And then she sat down, and his heart beat faster, and his cheeks felt hot, as he realized he got away with it.<br><br>He didn't know what was possessing him.&nbsp; Normally, he would never do anything like this.&nbsp; Perhaps it gave him a secret, sadistic thrill to push Abigail out of her comfort zone; perhaps it was simply the excitement of having a double identity.<br><br>He couldn't resist sending one more Instant Message:<br><br><br><span style="font-family: arial;" class="bbc_font">WhoswatchinU (9:42:01 AM): Abigail, I want you.&nbsp; I want to make love to you.</span><br><br><br>He hit the Enter key, watched as the message sent itself, and then quickly shut down his Instant Messenger.&nbsp; He allowed himself one devious grin, and then forced himself to return his attention to his account reports.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Her Secret Stalker (Remiel and Secretwriter)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Secretwriter</strong> on <strong>14-10-2009, 05:40:17</strong>
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				Abi tried to ignore the blinking box that reappeared on her screen.&nbsp; She couldn’t though because if it was her boss then she’d be in deep water.&nbsp; She clicked it and shook her head, tears forming in her eyes.&nbsp; <br><br>She blocked the account that was sending her messages and then went back to work, forcing herself to get through till lunch. The next few hours were torture.&nbsp; She got through them and decided against going to her boss.&nbsp; Her mind reeled as she thought of who it could be.&nbsp; <br><br>The first bits weren’t so bad.&nbsp; Scary but could have been a joke.&nbsp; It still could be. Could be someone playing a very cruel prank on her.&nbsp; She confronted Nathaniel about it but he said that he didn’t know what she was talking about and gave her a hug to try to help calm her down.&nbsp; <br><br>Being told that the person wanted to make love to her was just an evil, cruel trick in her opinion.&nbsp; &nbsp;<br><br>She hurried to the cafeteria and got her lunch.&nbsp; She found a table and sat, picking at it as she stared absently at her tray. <br>
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				Post by: <strong>Remiel</strong> on <strong>14-10-2009, 05:58:29</strong>
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				Scott arrived a few minutes later, holding a try which contained the lunch he had purchased: a pastrami sandwich, with pickle and macaroni salad, with a bag of corn chips and a Snapple.&nbsp; It had taken him some time to decide between the pastrami and the BBQ beef, but he decided that he was in more of a pastrami mood today.<br><br>Noticing Abigail sitting by herself, he approached the table and slid into the seat opposite her.&nbsp; "Hey, Abby. What's for lunch?"&nbsp; His tone was jovial, lighthearted, the casual conversation of friends.<br><br>But then he noticed her strained expression, and his smile faded.&nbsp; "Abby? Are you okay?"<br><br><em>Uh-oh,</em> he thought.&nbsp; <em>Maybe I've gone too far.</em>
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				Post by: <strong>Secretwriter</strong> on <strong>14-10-2009, 06:09:21</strong>
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				Abigail looked up as Scott joined her.&nbsp; “Hi.&nbsp; Oh. I’m fine. Just some idiot has been playing a joke on me and I don’t think it’s very funny.”&nbsp; She sighed.&nbsp; “Started with my cell phone and now its here at work.&nbsp; Weird stuff.&nbsp; Like they’re trying to make me thing they’re watching me.&nbsp; I thought it was serious at first but now… it has to be a joke.&nbsp; They obviously aren’t watching or they’d have said what I was wearing or something.”&nbsp; <br><br>She smiled.&nbsp; “I just wish I knew who it was so I could get back at them.&nbsp; I’m so silly for letting it work me up.”&nbsp; <br><br>She looked at his meal.&nbsp; “Pastrami? Hope you’ve got a lead stomach.” She giggled and turned back to her chicken salad sandwich.&nbsp; “I, however, am not so brave.”&nbsp; She grinned. <br><br>“So you like Monet then?” She smiled at him and tried to let her worries ease away.<br>
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				Post by: <strong>Remiel</strong> on <strong>14-10-2009, 06:20:02</strong>
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				"What? Your cell phone?"&nbsp; Scott managed to look incredulous.&nbsp; "Probably just some crank caller.&nbsp; He'll probably get bored and give up after awhile."<br><br>He patted her shoulder, amiably.&nbsp; "Don't let it get to you.&nbsp; There'll always be idiots and creeps."<br><br><em>Like me,</em> he sighed inwardly.&nbsp; He bit into his sandwich and had to chew and swallow his mouthful before he could respond.&nbsp; <br><br>"Oh, yeah. I dig the whole Impressionist thing.&nbsp; His use of watercolor blows me away. It amazes me how he could capture the light, the way the sun sets on a riverbank, for example, in just the right way."<br><br>He took another bite, and chewed thoughtfully, before continuing.<br><br>"So...how did you want to meet up?" he asked. "Did you want me to give you a ride, or did you just want to meet me there?"
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				Post by: <strong>Secretwriter</strong> on <strong>14-10-2009, 07:11:01</strong>
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				“Yeah. And instant messenger in the office.&nbsp; They got me here too.&nbsp; It scared me really badly at first but they lack detail.” She nodded. “I hope.” Them iming her at work didn’t mean anything really.&nbsp; “I blocked the email address but I can’t block the number.”&nbsp; That pissed her off.&nbsp; That was her personal phone. <br><br>She smiled at him. “You’re so smart.&nbsp; I won’t.&nbsp; It did but I won’t let it now.&nbsp; Thanks, Scott. I mean it.”&nbsp; She smiled more widely and took a bite of her sandwich, feeling much better due to his help. <br><br>“Yeah. He was very good. Just by using dots.&nbsp; I remember having to do that in seventh grade art class. I hated it.&nbsp; He had a lot more patience than I do.”&nbsp; The conversation was dull for a moment as they both ate more of their lunch. <br><br>A blush crept into her cheeks. “Well. You could pick me up if you <em>want</em>.”&nbsp; She grinned and looked down at her tray for a second.&nbsp; “But you don’t have to. I mean you’re not obligated to.&nbsp; If you’d rather meet there, I can do that.&nbsp; It’s up to you, really.”&nbsp; She was surprised that she got all of that out of her mouth without tripping over her own tongue.&nbsp; Hopefully her flurry of conversation made sense.&nbsp; She wished she could crawl into a large hole and disappear from sight.<br>
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				Post by: <strong>Remiel</strong> on <strong>14-10-2009, 19:55:52</strong>
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				Fortunately, Scott didn't seem to notice.&nbsp; He seemed preoccupied, distant, distracted, as if something was on his mind.&nbsp; He frowned slightly, staring at his sandwich.<br><br>He seemed to recover from his reverie after a moment, however, and favored her with a smile.&nbsp; "I don't mind," he said. "I'll pick you up.&nbsp; You just gotta give me directions to your house."&nbsp; After all, even though they'd been friends for over a year now, he'd never been to her place, and she'd never been to his.&nbsp; Their relationship had been mostly constrained to the workplace.&nbsp; Besides, she had been dating Nathaniel, and, well...it had just never seemed appropriate. They'd gotten coffee together, and had once been to a movie after work, but it had been as friends.&nbsp; It had always been as friends.<br><br>He switched subjects.&nbsp; "Instant messenger? That's weird.&nbsp; How did they get your screen name? Do you think you got hacked?"&nbsp; He gave her a look of concern.&nbsp; "I'd check my online accounts when I got home.&nbsp; Bank, credit card, all that.&nbsp; It never hurts to be safe."<br><br>Then he gave her what he hoped was a reassuring smile.&nbsp; "I'm sure it's nothing, just some jerk trying to get off on being creepy.&nbsp; Like I said, don't let it bother you."<br><br>He took a drink of his Snapple, then wiped his mouth with a napkin.&nbsp; "I'll pick you up at seven?&nbsp; Don't forget to email me with your address.&nbsp; Talk to you later."<br><br>As he stood up, he touched her briefly on the shoulder.&nbsp; It was a casual touch, and could have meant absolutely anything.&nbsp; It could have just been an absent-minded pat on the shoulder; it could have been something else.&nbsp; It was impossible to know for sure.<br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Her Secret Stalker (Remiel and Secretwriter)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Secretwriter</strong> on <strong>16-10-2009, 02:11:05</strong>
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				Her eyes widened with worry at the way he seemed to be preoccupied.&nbsp; <em>'Damn,'</em> she thought. <em>'He didn't want it to be like a date. I should have know.&nbsp; Stupid! Stupid! Stupid!'</em><br><br>He seemed to snap out of it, reassuring her she was sure.&nbsp; "Okay. That's not a problem. I'll email them to you later."&nbsp; She smiled, trying not to feel like a colossal moron and failing. She'd tried several times to ask him out on dates but they'd always ended up on the same page.&nbsp; Friends.&nbsp; She sighed inwardly.&nbsp; At least he was a good friend.&nbsp; That was a plus.&nbsp; <br><br>"Yeah. I don't know!" she said excitedly.&nbsp; "Maybe? I don't know if my system is secure.&nbsp; I don't access this stuff here from home but I do check my messenger there."&nbsp; She chewed her lip worriedly.&nbsp; "How would I know?&nbsp; I mean, I can change my passwords easily enough."&nbsp; <br><br>She nodded her head at his words of reassurance.&nbsp; "Seven sounds good."&nbsp; She smiled at him and wished that the gentle way that he touched her shoulder meant more than it probably did.&nbsp; <br><br>Abigail returned to her desk, wrote out the directions to her home and her address in an email to Scott.&nbsp; After double checking the directions and linking him to the Mapquest page for it in case he preferred that, she sent the email and got back to work. <br><br>&nbsp;<br>
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				Post by: <strong>Remiel</strong> on <strong>16-10-2009, 04:17:05</strong>
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				Nothing particularly eventful happened for the rest of the day.&nbsp; Work was...well, work; there's only so much you can say about the joys and excitement of filling out forms in triplicate before the eyes start to gloss over and the mind wanders onward to other things.<br><br>Scott had left as soon as five o' clock rolled around, favoring Abi with the briefest of smiles before heading for the exit and making a bee line for his car.<br><br>Two hours later, Abigail was sitting on her couch, half-interestedly watching TV, one eye on the clock.&nbsp; Seven o' clock came, and no Scott.&nbsp; Then 7:05, and he still wasn't there.&nbsp; 7:10 came, no dice.&nbsp; Had he forgotten? Had he stood her up?<br><br>At 7:13, however, the sound of a car pulling into her driveway and braking to a halt lifted her hopes.&nbsp; She went to her door, and opened it.&nbsp; The driver's side door of his red Acura opened, and he stepped out...<br><br>He was dressed very handsomely in a dark navy suit and tie; his hair was combed and gelled impeccably.&nbsp; Good lord, even his shoes shined.&nbsp; A faint whiff of cologne teased her nostrils as he smiled guiltily and held the passenger's side door open for her.<br><br>"I'm sorry I'm late," he said.&nbsp; "Took a wrong turn on Lemon street."
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				Post by: <strong>Secretwriter</strong> on <strong>16-10-2009, 06:19:56</strong>
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				Abi left work in haste, making sure to shut everything down and that no one could access her computer.&nbsp; She was a bit paranoid but she couldn't help it. With the messages still fresh in her mind she wasn't taking any chances.&nbsp; <br><br>She smiled back at Scott as she watched him leave and then grabbed her purse.<br><br>Two hours later she was sitting on the couch and flicking through the channels.&nbsp; The little black cocktail dress that she was wearing riding up her thighs as she crossed and uncrossed her legs impatiently.&nbsp; She sighed and looked at the time.&nbsp; She should have known that it was too good to be true.&nbsp; &nbsp;<br><br>Abi tried to get into the moronic and mindless television show and failed miserably.&nbsp; At 7:13 she heard the sound of a car pulling into the driveway of her home, the parting gift from her late grandmother.&nbsp; It was a modest home with four bedrooms, built in the late forties, and had been remodeled a few times over the years.&nbsp; <br><br>She flew to the window and watched him emerge from the driver's side of his car, a smile growing on her face.&nbsp; She quickly checked herself in the mirror over the buffet in the dining room and smoothed down her dress before hurrying to the door and out to his car.&nbsp; <br><br>"Ah. Well that explains it then," she said with a smile as she entered his car in the chicest way possible with her high heels. She hated them but she'd wanted to make her gams look great.&nbsp; She smiled while she waited for him to get in the drive's seat and fidgeted nervously with her little purse with the long silver strap. <br>
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				Post by: <strong>Remiel</strong> on <strong>16-10-2009, 06:55:41</strong>
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				Scott couldn't help staring.&nbsp; He was afraid he'd overdressed, but Abigail put him to shame.&nbsp; Her little black cocktail dress was <em>amazing</em>.&nbsp; And her high heels...well... he had often fantasized about what the spike heel would feel like being driven into the center of his chest.&nbsp; But he couldn't wait to get her out of them as well.&nbsp; Perhaps some time, during the evening, an opportunity would present itself...<br><br>There was an awkward silence in the car on the way to the gallery.&nbsp; Neither wanted to talk about work, and Scott really didn't know Abby well enough to make small talk on anything else.&nbsp; Eventually he just brought up one of his favorite movies, and that seemed to break the ice somewhat.<br><br>He had suggested that they go to dinner before hitting the gallery, and so they hit a cozy little Italian place downtown.&nbsp; Through it all he was the perfect gentleman.&nbsp; He held her chair out for her when she sat down, he flagged down the waitress twice when Abby's glass needed refilling, and he even insisted on picking up the check.<br><br>The gallery itself was everything she'd dreamed of, too.&nbsp; They spent the whole time talking about French and Italian impressionists and wandering aimlessly from exhibit to exhibit.&nbsp; It was turning into a very delightful not-quite-date.<br><br>That is, until after about an hour, Scott excused himself to go to the bathroom.&nbsp; Then Abigail's purse vibrated; it was her phone.&nbsp; She opened it, and the text message, from the same number as before, said--<br><br><br><span style="font-family: courier;" class="bbc_font">Luv your black dress, Abby.&nbsp; Whos that guy ur with?&nbsp; I bet he cant pls u as well as I can lol. ;)</span>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Her Secret Stalker (Remiel and Secretwriter)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Secretwriter</strong> on <strong>16-10-2009, 07:31:34</strong>
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				Abigail hadn't had such a good time in so long that she'd almost forgotten what it was like to go out and have fun.&nbsp; Nathan hadn't ever been quite that interesting.&nbsp; That could have been because he was less interested in her than he'd been in Rich.&nbsp; She supposed she didn't mind.&nbsp; <br><br>She was sure that he was having fun too though she knew he didn't see it as anything more than just a night out with a friend.&nbsp; She wished that there was some way that she could change that, to change the way that he saw her.&nbsp; He'd stared at her when he first had seen her dress but that wasn't anything that she hadn't expected.&nbsp; She looked much different in her conservative and business-casual work clothing.&nbsp; <br><br>The dinner went well and the food was great.&nbsp; She felt a little weird letting him pay for her meal if they were just out as friends.&nbsp; She'd return the favor sometime.&nbsp; Though hopefully <em>then</em> it'd be a date! <br><br>She'd just worked up the courage to mention him hanging around for a cup of coffee when they got back to her place when he excused himself to the bathroom.&nbsp; Did he have some super spider sense about her moves on him? Some way to duck, dodge, and evade them?&nbsp; Mystic powers?<br><br>She sighed and reached for her phone when she heard it vibrating.&nbsp; Flipping it open with annoyance she stared down at the words and started trembling, her chest heaving as icy cold fear seemed to flow down her spine and out through her extremities.&nbsp; <br><br>She looked around for Scott but he was still in the bathroom.&nbsp; She shoved her phone back into her purse and wrapped her arms around herself, hoping he'd hurry.&nbsp; When he came back she turned to him, her eyes brimming with tears.&nbsp; "Scott, I got another message. Cane we please go?"&nbsp; She looked up at him hopefully.&nbsp; If he said yes, he'd be her knight in shining armor. <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Her Secret Stalker (Remiel and Secretwriter)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Remiel</strong> on <strong>16-10-2009, 08:38:10</strong>
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				Scott wanted to be her knight in shining armor. Oh, yes indeed. He'd written <em>stories</em> about it.<br><br>"What? Let me see," he demanded.&nbsp; Taking her phone from her as she handed it to him, he viewed the message, scowling as he read it.&nbsp; Of course he knew what it said--he had typed it just a few minutes ago.&nbsp; <br><br>"Asshole," he muttered under his breath, handing it back to her.&nbsp; "C'mon, Abby, let's get out of here. I'll drive you home."<br><br>He put his arm around her shoulders, walking like that with her all the way back to the car.&nbsp; Once again, he opened the door for her first; he helped her into the vehicle, then made a show of glancing around for any potential stalkers.<br><br>The drive back was rather uneventful; he tuned the radio to a classical music station to help calm her nerves.&nbsp; Out of nowhere, it seemed, he asked, suddenly--<br><br>"Hey, did you want to see my place? It's on the way.&nbsp; I'll just give you a quick show-around, and then I'll take you home."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Her Secret Stalker (Remiel and Secretwriter)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Secretwriter</strong> on <strong>16-10-2009, 10:13:11</strong>
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				She sighed, shaking with fear and handed him the cell phone. She couldn't look again. It was just too much.&nbsp; Who was this person and why wouldn't they leave her alone? <br><br>Abigail nodded and hurried to put the phone in her purse.&nbsp; She had every intention of changing her number.&nbsp; It upset her, she'd had the number for years, since highschool despite the plan changes and things of that nature that she'd undergone. Everyone she loved had it.&nbsp; Even some that she didn't apparently.&nbsp; She sighed with frustration and leaned close to him as he escorted her to the car.&nbsp; <br><br>She sat in the seat trembling and tried to keep hold of her purse.&nbsp; It fell out of her grasp and dumped into the floor.&nbsp; That was a bit embarrassing.&nbsp; Inside her purse had been a Trojan condom and now it was in the floor of his car.&nbsp; Blushing she leaned down to pick it up, hoping that in the dim light that he'd not seen it.&nbsp; She'd brought it just in case he'd tried to make a move on her.&nbsp; She should have known that he wouldn’t.&nbsp; <br><br>She tried to relax to the classical music.&nbsp; It helped immensely.&nbsp; His place? She nodded and accepted the invitation.&nbsp; "That would be lovely. Thank you."&nbsp; She wondered if he had ulterior motives.&nbsp; She hoped he did.&nbsp; If not at least she'd have a chance to use the restroom and try to freshen up a bit. <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Her Secret Stalker (Remiel and Secretwriter)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Remiel</strong> on <strong>16-10-2009, 20:33:05</strong>
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				He did not appear to see the Trojan, or if he did, he didn't mention it.&nbsp; He simply concentrated on the road ahead, making small talk occasionally.<br><br>The car eventually pulled up to the parking space next to his condo.&nbsp; It was in a decently nice area, a condo complex frequently inhabited by poor working families and young singles. It was the typical fare--cookie-cutter boxes, a communal swimming pool.<br><br>He escorted her along the sidewalk.&nbsp; He wasn't looking, however, and forgot to warn her of a bit of the sidewalk that had collapsed to the recent rain, creating a small sinkwell of water.<br><br>"Oh-careful-of-the..." he began, but he was too late. Her high heel missed the sidewalk and went right into the sinkwell. Dirty water covered her foot up to her lower shin.<br><br>"I'm sorry," he winced, catching her as she stumbled.&nbsp; "I've been wanting to get them to fix that, but they've been taking forever."&nbsp; He helped her, letting her lean on him as she hobbled to the front door of his condo.<br><br>He let her in.&nbsp; It was a pretty typical bachelor pad--there was a widescreen plasma TV, a functional surround sound system, and black leather blend sofas as furniture.&nbsp; There was little decoration--lamps were held up on cinderblocks, and books adorned plain and functional bookshelves.&nbsp; It wasn't messy but it was Spartan.&nbsp; You could obviously tell that a man lived here alone; it lacked a woman's touch.<br><br>"Please, sit here," he said, gently easing her onto the black leather sofa. He sat next to her, giving her enough space so that he could lift her afflicted leg onto the material.&nbsp; "I'll be right back," he added, rising from his seat in order to nip over to the linen closet and procure a white towel.<br><br>Returning to his seat, he carefully removed her shoe, setting it aside upon the floor.&nbsp; He carefully folded the towel over her foot, drying it from her toes to her heel to midway up her calf.<br><br>"I had a lot of fun tonight," he said, seemingly out of nowhere.<br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Her Secret Stalker (Remiel and Secretwriter)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Secretwriter</strong> on <strong>17-10-2009, 02:31:44</strong>
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				She sighed with relief when he made no mention of seeing the contents of her purse.&nbsp; She wasn't bothered if he'd seen the tiny perfume bottle or the small hair brush and compact.&nbsp; The condom, however, had her almost freezing in fear.&nbsp; <br><br>They talked quietly and she smiled as they pulled into the space at his condo.&nbsp; &nbsp;She walked with him but missed his warning until it was too late.&nbsp; She looked down, swearing under her breath, at the muck that filled her shoe and soiled her skin.&nbsp; She blushed at him, realizing that she was being held up by him.&nbsp; "It's okay, things happen."&nbsp; She meant shit happened but she was trying to watch her tongue with him. <br><br>"Heh. It's not your fault," she said soothingly and took advantage of the help he was giving her as she tried to walk with the wet squishy shoe to his flat.&nbsp; Her eyes roamed the room that oozed masculine detail as she entered.&nbsp; He was definitely a man, she was glad to see that he didn't have his mother's touches and additions to his personal living space.&nbsp; It made him seem to stand on his own and drew her even more to him.&nbsp; <br><br>She sat where he indicated and hoped she wasn't spoiling his floor.&nbsp; She made sure to keep her foot carefully away from coming into contact with the black leather of his sofa.&nbsp; &nbsp;"Okay," she murmured, nodding her head and waiting on him to return.<br><br>Her feet were quite ticklish and she fought giggling as he dried her foot off with such gentle care.&nbsp; Her eyes moved to his throat, one of the things that she loved most about a man, her gaze dragging over the spot where his jaw met his neck and then following the line of his shoulders. <br><br>His words shook her from her reverie and visual assault, bringing a smile to her lips.&nbsp; "I did too. You're a lot more fun away from the office."&nbsp; She had to tease him.&nbsp; It was fun to do.&nbsp; &nbsp;Suddenly she was nervous, not with his company, but with being alone with him.&nbsp; She supposed that made no sense at all.&nbsp; Being alone with him made her giddy because she wanted to touch him, to see what those arms of his felt like around her and what his lips tasted like.&nbsp; She just wasn't so brave.&nbsp; She reached down and squeezed the towel around her foot, her hand brushing his on purpose though she struggled to look as if she'd only done it accidentally.&nbsp; She didn't apologize, to do so would to show that she knew that she'd done it and that wasn't how she was wanting to play her game. <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Her Secret Stalker (Remiel and Secretwriter)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Remiel</strong> on <strong>17-10-2009, 21:54:54</strong>
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				He smiled, patting her foot with the towel until he was satisfied it was fully dry.&nbsp; He did not retract his hand at the brief contact of their fingers, but neither did he interpret it as an invitation to hold her hand.&nbsp; As always, this sort of response was maddening; it gave her no clear sign whether he liked her as more than a friend or not.&nbsp; He could simply be playing the gentleman, biding his time; or it was possible he did not think of her in that way at all.&nbsp; <br><br>He stood up, unbuttoning his suit coat.&nbsp; He slipped it off, folded it, and set it on the coffee table.&nbsp; He unbuttoned the top button of his shirt, and loosened his tie.&nbsp; Once again, it didn't necessarily mean anything; it could simply mean he felt comfortable enough with her friendship to eschew stiff formalities.<br><br>There was a knock at the door.&nbsp; He frowned, and looked at it.&nbsp; "Be right back," he told her.<br><br>It turned out to be a middle-aged man.&nbsp; "Just my neighbor," Scott called back.&nbsp; "Bathroom's down the hall, if you need it. This'll only take a moment." <br><br>The door swung halfway closed behind him; Abigail could still hear the sounds of conversation outside.&nbsp; From the sounds of it, they were talking about something trivial.&nbsp; The neighbor had borrowed Scott's power drill, apparently, and was offering it give it back.<br><br>Abigail realized that she did indeed need to go.&nbsp; She followed the directions he gave her, and found the bathroom with no problem.&nbsp; Her foot had recovered fully after the mis-step; taking the other shoe off, she found she could walk quite normally.<br><br>After she finished her business and had washed up, she noticed that, opposite the bathroom, was his bedroom.&nbsp; She couldn't resist taking a peek.<br><br>Once again, it was obvious a single male lived here. The bed was unmade, the occasional shirt or pair of jeans lying on the floor or thrown haphazardly over the back of a chair.&nbsp; There was a desk, a filing cabinet, another desk with a computer.&nbsp; The computer screen was on; Abby couldn't resist taking a peek.<br><br>It was a Microsoft Word document, appearing to be a work in progress. The title caught her eye immediately: "Abigail fantasies", followed by yesterday's date.&nbsp; She read a few paragraphs:<br><br><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote">Quote</div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">Abigail struggled against the belts, but to no avail.&nbsp; They were looped tightly around her wrists and ankles, securing her to Scott's bed.&nbsp; She could barely lift her bottom off the bed, and that was it. "Please, Scott," she cried, "let me go."&nbsp; &nbsp;"Shhhhh," he responded, positioning himself next to her.&nbsp; <br><br>Completely naked, she had no defense as he lifted the candle and let a dollop of hot melted wax drip onto her bare stomach. "It burns!" she whimpered, but he paid no attention.&nbsp; He moved the candle up to her breasts, allowing the wax to sizzle and splatter against her rounded flesh.&nbsp; "Please," she begged, "stop. Stop it!"&nbsp; But he paid no heed.<br><br>With deliberate precision, he aimed the candle for her left nipple.&nbsp; The hot wax hit it dead on, and she screamed at the pain.&nbsp; She swore at him, then begged him once more to let her go.&nbsp; But once again, he ignored her.<br><br>He put down the candle, and picked up an ice cube.&nbsp; Starting at her stomach, he traced the path of the hot wax, cooling her burnt skin.&nbsp; It salved the pain from the candle wax, but it was cold and wet and made the tiny hairs on her skin stand straight up.&nbsp; Moving upward, he traced the ice cube around and around her breasts, causing Abigail to quiver and shake.&nbsp; Gently, he caressed her nipple with the ice, soothing it, making it perk up.<br><br>"Please," she begged, in tears.&nbsp; "stop it. Please let me go."<br><br>He leaned down very close to her ear, brushing her lobe with his lips, and whispered: "do you really want that? Do you really want me to let me go? If that's what you want, I'll do it.&nbsp; But do you really want me to stop?"<br><br>She swallowed, sniffing, her tears running down her cheeks.&nbsp; Very slowly, after a moment which seemed to stretch on forever, she shook her head. <br><br>"no," she said, in a tiny voice.</blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br><br>A noise outside made Abigail jump, whatever thoughts she had chased away by the guilt of being discovered.&nbsp; But there was no one there.&nbsp; Scott was still outside, talking to the neighbor.<br><br>And then she realized that she'd seen his cell phone slip out of his suit jacket pocket when he laid it on the table.&nbsp; If she hurried, she could check his sent messages.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Her Secret Stalker (Remiel and Secretwriter)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Secretwriter</strong> on <strong>18-10-2009, 03:37:50</strong>
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				[Picking up from where you moved us to…:)]<br><br>Her chest heaved as she thought about what she'd read.&nbsp; Granted it was a hot fantasy and part of her was thrilled to know that he wanted her that way. The other part of her, her more reasonable side, was disgusted and wanted to hurt him.&nbsp; She hurried to his phone and pulled up his most recent text messages.&nbsp; <br><br>What she saw made her squeal in fright.&nbsp; Her heart thundered in her ribs.&nbsp; How <em>could</em> he?&nbsp; She wasn't sure if she was dealing with an unhinged psycho or someone who had just been trying to show her something.&nbsp; <br><br>She moved to his kitchen quickly, her mind spinning with half thoughts and uncompleted sentences, her bare feet ghosting over the floor.&nbsp; She quietly pulled out the drawers until she found a roll of duct tape and a carving fork.&nbsp; Yes. She planned to prod him with it.<br><br>But how would she bind him?&nbsp; Her thoughts moved back to the story that she'd just read.&nbsp; <br><br>She waited for him to come in and stuffed her tools of torture down between the cushions of the couch.&nbsp; She sat and let her dress ride up shockingly high for his eyes.&nbsp; She'd get him to kiss her, get him on top of her and then get on top of him…with the aid of the sharp fork at his throat… and then bind his wrists.&nbsp; <br><br>He wanted to know what she did every moment? She'd show his ass.&nbsp; Scott was about to become her slave.&nbsp; Wait. Damn. No.&nbsp; That wouldn't work! How would she get him to the car? <br><br>She thought about it and knew that she'd ask him to take her home and then invite him in.&nbsp; That was better.&nbsp; She had a stun gun, she'd stun him and let him wake up, bound to <em>her</em> bed, begging and pleading.&nbsp; She pulled her dress up a tiny bit higher and snuggled back against the arm and back of the couch as if she might be tired. <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Her Secret Stalker (Remiel and Secretwriter)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Remiel</strong> on <strong>18-10-2009, 08:19:24</strong>
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				Indeed, the "Sent" folder of his cell phone contained exactly what she expected, and exactly what she feared.&nbsp; It seemed only too familiar...<br><br><span style="font-family: courier;" class="bbc_font">Luv your black dress, Abby.&nbsp; Whos that guy ur with?&nbsp; I bet he cant pls u as well as I can lol. ;)</span><br><br>What was his game? What was he trying to do?&nbsp; Conjure an imaginary villain, so he might come across as her knight in shining armor?<br><br>At any rate, it appeared that his conversation with the neighbor was wrapping up.&nbsp; He re-entered the door, shaking his head.<br><br>"Oh, boy.&nbsp; That guy's got problems.&nbsp; Ah, what can ya do?"<br><br>He smiled when he saw Abigail.&nbsp; "Well, did you want anything to drink? Or did you want me to take you home?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Her Secret Stalker (Remiel and Secretwriter)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Secretwriter</strong> on <strong>18-10-2009, 08:36:13</strong>
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				Abigail closed her eyes and sunk into her thoughts, listening with one ear and a fear filled heart for him to return.&nbsp; When he did come into the room, finally – it seemed to take forever, she 'started' and looked at him.&nbsp; It wasn't so much of a fake because she did jump, she just embellished on it a bit.&nbsp; "Sorry! I'm so jumpy. I'm just so… Yes. I'd love to go home."&nbsp; <br><br>An idea sprang to her mind.&nbsp; She'd ask him to come stay with her.&nbsp; "We're friends right? I mean, I trust you and I think you trust me." She sighed and looked down as if she were bashful when in reality she knew that she was dancing with the devil and she had a chance of getting burned and badly.&nbsp; <br><br>By candlewax…<br><br>"I don't want to stay in that big house by myself with all the windows and doors but I've got a puppy and I don't have anyone to care for him." Lies.&nbsp; She had no puppy.&nbsp; "Would you <em>please</em> come stay with me?&nbsp; I'd feel much safer having someone else in the house.&nbsp; He- He's watching and…" Seconds ticked by as she looked up into his eyes, hers wide and frightened.&nbsp; "I'm scared.&nbsp; I'm scared that he's going to break in and hurt me.&nbsp; <em>Rape</em> me.&nbsp; Or hurt Trevor.&nbsp; My puppy," she explained.&nbsp; Where in the hell had Trevor come from? <br><br>"Please, Scott?"&nbsp; <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Her Secret Stalker (Remiel and Secretwriter)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Remiel</strong> on <strong>18-10-2009, 08:43:22</strong>
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				He blinked.&nbsp; Oh, boy, he'd really overdone it this time, hadn't he?&nbsp; He must have really freaked her out with his latest text message.<br><br>"Abby...Abby..."&nbsp; He sat down next to her on the couch, looking directly into her eyes.&nbsp; "I'm sure that whoever this asshole is, he's just bluffing.&nbsp; It's probably just some sick perv that got ahold of your number somehow, and just gets off on sending crank calls.&nbsp; I really, really doubt that this is somebody to be afraid of."<br><br>He saw that he wasn't being very persuasive.&nbsp; He sighed.&nbsp; "You really want me to stay with you, don't you.&nbsp; Well...all right, just one night.&nbsp; If anything happens we'll call the cops."<br><br>He leaned forward, wrapping his arms around her in a hug.&nbsp; Strangely, he didn't seem to notice her state of heightened nervousness.<br><br>"Let me just go throw a couple of things into a bag, okay?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Her Secret Stalker (Remiel and Secretwriter)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Secretwriter</strong> on <strong>18-10-2009, 10:21:01</strong>
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				Abigail looked at him tearfully.&nbsp; "How can you be so sure? You're not a woman and you're not getting these messages.&nbsp; He's even seen me with you and that means that you're in danger too."&nbsp; Oh yes, she wanted to lay it on thick.&nbsp; "Please? I'm so scared. I can't sleep alone!" <br><br>She nodded. "Yes. I really do want you to stay with me."&nbsp; Why was he being so fucking difficult? He was the one that had scared her in the first damn place! What game was he playing?&nbsp; <br><br>"One night. Okay." She looked down as if she were conceding, knowing that with her plan he'd be there more than just one night.&nbsp; He wanted to be part of her every waking moment? He could be. <br><br>They didn't have work again till Monday, she had all that night, all day Saturday as well as Sunday to make a point.&nbsp; She would keep him out of work if she had to.&nbsp; "Okay," she said a bit hopefully, showing that she was excited that he was coming.&nbsp; Oh she was excited.&nbsp; He'd learn just how much soon.&nbsp; <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Her Secret Stalker (Remiel and Secretwriter)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Remiel</strong> on <strong>19-10-2009, 07:38:23</strong>
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				"I'm tellin' ya, Abby, it's all probably nothing.&nbsp; Just some dickhole."&nbsp; She could hear him rummaging around in his closet, as he retrieved a small gym-bag and packed some clothes into it.&nbsp; There was a pause, and then the rummaging began again.&nbsp; <br><br>He appeared a few minutes later, holding the bag, which was silver and said "Adidas."&nbsp; He seemed to regard her oddly for a moment, but then he smiled. "Well. Let's get going, right?"<br><br>He stopped by the coffee table to pick up his coat,&nbsp; and noticed when he did so that his phone had apparently fallen out of his pocket.&nbsp; He bent over to pick it up, frowned at it a moment, and then slipped it into his pants.<br><br>"You're going to have to remind me how to get there," he said, holding the door open for her and then closing and locking it behind her.&nbsp; "My memory isn't the greatest."&nbsp; He helped her back to the car, and, once again, opened the car door for her.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Her Secret Stalker (Remiel and Secretwriter)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Secretwriter</strong> on <strong>20-10-2009, 10:38:22</strong>
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				Abigail nodded and listened to him as he got his things ready.&nbsp; She smiled as she waited, going over and over her plan.&nbsp; She'd fucking make his life hell.&nbsp; He was going to hate her by the time that this was over.&nbsp; Hate.&nbsp; Hahaha. She wanted to hurt him for what he'd done to her.&nbsp; He was right though. The guy was a dickhole.<br><br>She heard him coming and transfixed a brilliant and happy smile on her face.&nbsp; When he reemerged she nodded quickly, seeming to be so relieved that he was going to help her. <br><br>Her eyes widened frightfully when he found his phone.&nbsp; She'd been careful to put it back where she'd found it.&nbsp; She hoped it didn't look suspicious.&nbsp; <br><br>She followed him out of the condo and to the car, smiling at him when he opened the door.&nbsp; Once he got in she smiled.&nbsp; She told him how to get to her place.&nbsp; Once there she hurried to unlock the door and ushered him in.&nbsp; Scrambling to remember what she said her dog's name was she started whistling.&nbsp; "Trevor! Here boy! Where're you at?"&nbsp; She laughed.&nbsp; "Put your bag down. Make yourself at home! Would you like something to drink?"&nbsp; She called as she headed toward the kitchen.&nbsp; Inside she looked to make sure that he couldn't see her as she slipped the small stun gun into the underside of her bra, between her breasts.&nbsp; She hoped that it wasn't visible but it wouldn't matter for long.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Her Secret Stalker (Remiel and Secretwriter)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Remiel</strong> on <strong>22-10-2009, 07:12:23</strong>
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				Scott followed Abigail into her place, glancing around as he did so.&nbsp; He'd often wondered what Abby's house would look like. As someone had once told him, you can often tell a lot about a person by their home.&nbsp; For example, a messy home would indicate someone who was lazy and didn't care about personal appearance, while, on the other end of the scale, a house that was spotlessly neat might indicate a tendency to be anal-retentive.<br><br>He put his bag down on the couch and watched Abby as she called for her dog.&nbsp; He liked dogs, and was looking forward to seeing what kind of dog it was.<br><br>Slumping down into a chair, Scott waved off her offer with a smile and a shake of the head.&nbsp; "I'm fine, really," he insisted.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Her Secret Stalker (Remiel and Secretwriter)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Secretwriter</strong> on <strong>23-10-2009, 04:42:04</strong>
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				Abigail loved her home, it was spacious enough for her things and was always clean, yet lived in.&nbsp; It was a home and not a museum. There were a few things that could be tidied up but she didn't see the point when she'd just drag those things right back out.&nbsp; Like her arts and crafts. <br><br>She walked up behind him, her steps barely audible. "You sure?" She smiled and leaned down to kiss his cheek sweetly.&nbsp; After her lips left his flesh she pulled the tazer out and pressed it against his neck, engaging the button and jolting him until he was unconscious.&nbsp; <br><br>Hmmm. Right! She scurried around her house gathering rope and other things she'd need.&nbsp; She stripped him down to his underwear and bound his hands behind his back, his ankles together, and gagged him.&nbsp; He might not wake up so happy and she really didn't desire her neighbors calling the police.&nbsp; <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Her Secret Stalker (Remiel and Secretwriter)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Remiel</strong> on <strong>23-10-2009, 07:20:40</strong>
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				He relaxed on the couch, starting to get comfortable.&nbsp; Odd, the dog "Trevor" didn't seem to be coming. Perhaps it was hiding?&nbsp; Some dogs, he knew, didn't like strangers.&nbsp; Some would bark, but others would simply hide.&nbsp; Oh, well, he supposed he would see it sooner or later...<br><br>He smiled at Abigail when she returned, a puzzled but not displeased smile twisting his lips when she kissed him on the cheek.&nbsp; He opened his mouth to say something...<br><br>Pain wracked suddenly throughout his body.&nbsp; His arms and legs spasmed wildly, beyond his control.&nbsp; His eyes rolled back in his head; he had time to utter a single, loud, monosyllabic grunt before he fell back on the couch, unconscious, his arm or leg still twitching occasionally.<br><br>There was absolutely no resistance as she stripped him, bound and gagged him.&nbsp; He was a limp doll.<br><br>Some time later, his eyes opened with considerable effort.&nbsp; "Wfffgl?" he murmured, through the gag.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Her Secret Stalker (Remiel and Secretwriter)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Secretwriter</strong> on <strong>24-10-2009, 11:56:21</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Abi sat on the couch, looking down at the bound figure, a can of Coke in one hand and the other held the tazer.&nbsp; In front of him on the floor was his cellular telephone.&nbsp; She leaned up with interest as he woke up and tried to speak. <br><br>"Oh good! You're finally awake! You look like you took a nasty fall, Scott. Your cell is right there. Maybe you'd like to text me and tell me what I'm wearing or how nice the inside of my house is? Do you like scaring me and then telling me that it's going to be okay? I should call the police but I think that I'd rather teach you a lesson myself." She took a drink of the Coke and set it down on the table, stood and walked over to him.<br><br>"Did you get hard, <em>Scott</em>, when you texted me? Did it turn you <em>on, Scott</em> to instant message me at work, to see me frightened out of my mind and at my wits end? Did it?"&nbsp; She put her foot against his chest and pushed him hard over onto his back. <br><br>She kept her foot on him, propping it on him and then pressing down as she bent over at the waist, her knee bending with her smooth movement and her face drawing almost level with her knee.&nbsp; "Did it make you feel like a man to scare me half to death? To make me fear for my safety? I <em>trusted</em> you.&nbsp; Hell, I've been in love with you since we met but you never fucking noticed.&nbsp; I've tried everything I could to and then you go and pull this shit?"&nbsp; She leaned down and slapped him across the face hard, tears rolling from her eyes as she looked at him.&nbsp; <br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Her Secret Stalker (Remiel and Secretwriter)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Remiel</strong> on <strong>25-10-2009, 08:26:16</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Scott's journey back to consciousness was not a pleasant one.&nbsp; Every muscle in his body felt sore and abused, and when he tried to take a deep breath, he realized that there was something stuffed between his teeth.&nbsp; He tried to lift a hand to brush it away, but it wouldn't budge, and it took him a moment to realize that his arms had been bound behind him. <br><br>When he recognized Abigail, his brows furled in a mixture of confusion and bewilderment. "Wff gfff hefff?!" he murmured through his gag.<br><br>Then she showed him his phone, complete with text message sent.&nbsp; Oh, <em>Shit.</em><br><br>In a way, he was grateful that he was gagged. He couldn't imagine what he would say, how he would even begin to apologize.&nbsp; It was a sick joke, the result of a depraved fantasy that went far too far.&nbsp; He hadn't even meant to do it...it had just happened, and he thought he could stop it before any harm was done.&nbsp; Well, now he had been found out.<br><br>His eyes wheeled, and he tried to look as contrite as possible, which isn't hard to do when your arms and legs are bound and you're lying on your back on the floor.&nbsp; His face rebounded from the slap, the fading red imprint of her palm flaring on his cheek for a moment before fading.<br><br>"Afffeee," he mumbled. "Afffg kffff effffg-faimm."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Her Secret Stalker (Remiel and Secretwriter)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Secretwriter</strong> on <strong>27-10-2009, 18:40:03</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				"I can't understand you," she said with a shake of her head. She couldn't take the gag off though.&nbsp; He might scream.&nbsp; She turned back to the couch and stood, staring at him in the floor.&nbsp; Worries and agonies flitted through her mind.&nbsp; This was <em>Scott</em> for crying out loud. She sighed at the thought but then looked down at his cell again.&nbsp; She'd already abducted him. It would be dangerous to let him go now!<br><br>She looked at him with eyes full of confusion and pain. "You saw how scared I was." She pointed at him angrily, jabbing toward him with each word, with her index finger extended, her other digits curled with her thumb pressed against the flat place between the first and second knuckle of her middle finger.<br><br>"You wanted to torture me? To act like you knew what I was doing all the time? Well now you have the chance.&nbsp; I suppose that I'll have to feed you but you're staying tied up.&nbsp; I'll give you one hand with which to eat.&nbsp; Fuck!" She turned and ran her hand through her hair, messing up her styling.&nbsp; She took her hair down and shook it out.&nbsp; "WHY!? I want to know! Why?" <br><br>She took his gag out of his mouth. "You have five seconds so fucking talk fast!"<br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Her Secret Stalker (Remiel and Secretwriter)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Remiel</strong> on <strong>30-10-2009, 07:02:59</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				"Abby, I..."&nbsp; he gasped. He was breathing heavily, his heart racing.&nbsp; This felt so surreal.&nbsp; He wasn't here, this wasn't happening.&nbsp; He was at home, either doing the dishes or aimlessly watching some trite and stupid program on TV, and tomorrow he would get up, go to work, and see her at the office, just like always.<br><br>"I don't know," he gibbered.&nbsp; "It was stupid. Stupid! I just wanted to make you stress out a little bit.&nbsp; I wanted to freak you out, I guess.&nbsp; I don't know why. I never wanted to hurt you, I swear to God.&nbsp; In fact, I've always kind of had a crush on you.&nbsp; Just a stupid, stupid way to show it, I guess. Abby, I'm sorry."<br><br>Throughout the whole speech, he stared at the floor, overwhelmed by feelings of guilt and shame and, yes, soreness and pain from the taser. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Her Secret Stalker (Remiel and Secretwriter)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Secretwriter</strong> on <strong>31-10-2009, 07:53:03</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				She shook her head disbelievingly as she stared down at him. "You're a real piece of fucking work."&nbsp; She sighed. "Up. Get up.&nbsp; I'm tired and I want to sleep. That means you want to sleep too."&nbsp; She leaned down and pulled up on his right arm, trying to help him to his feet.&nbsp; "I should make you fucking inchworm your way up the stairs."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Her Secret Stalker (Remiel and Secretwriter)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Remiel</strong> on <strong>31-10-2009, 22:30:15</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				He grunted.&nbsp; Right now, doing anything she told him to seemed like the best option at this point.&nbsp; They could discuss things in the morning, after she'd had a good sleep.&nbsp; He tried to stand up, groaning as his muscles protested.&nbsp; His hands were still bound behind his back, and his ankles were still roped together, meaning he had to sort of shuffle along the carpet.&nbsp; He had no idea how he was going to get up the stairs.<br><br>"Look, I'm really, really sorry," he insisted.&nbsp; "I really am."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Her Secret Stalker (Remiel and Secretwriter)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Secretwriter</strong> on <strong>31-10-2009, 22:56:53</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				"Sometimes sorry doesn't cut it, Scott. If you had a crush on me as you claimed you could have just fucking asked me out.&nbsp; Like I did you and no matter what I did you always turned it into friendship."&nbsp; She sighed and shook her head angrily, putting more blame on him than he really deserved.&nbsp; Her tired mind didn't process it that way.&nbsp; It was now suddenly his fault and she'd make sure he paid for it. <br><br>"Your methods and actions aren't supported by your words. Wrong answer. Try again. Now fucking hop."&nbsp; <br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Her Secret Stalker (Remiel and Secretwriter)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Remiel</strong> on <strong>01-11-2009, 04:49:18</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Scott sighed. Some part of him knew that his best bet lay in doing whatever Abby wanted, at least for the moment.&nbsp; He knelt lightly, bunching up his legs, and sprang up, leaping onto the first step.&nbsp; There was a moment of panic while he began to fall backward, but he leaned forward and recovered his balance.&nbsp; He took a deep breath, looked at the&nbsp; next step, and leapt.<br><br>He had gotten almost all the way up the staircase before he misjudged the distance and his foot slipped on the second-to-last stair.&nbsp; He fell forward, hitting his knee on the top step, and his chin on the upper landing.&nbsp; "Son of a bitch!" he yelled, rolling around for a moment before the pain subsided.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Her Secret Stalker (Remiel and Secretwriter)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Secretwriter</strong> on <strong>01-11-2009, 19:54:30</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Abigail was surprised that he was actually doing what she wanted him to do. Granted, were the roles reversed she'd probably do what someone who had her tied up and captive.&nbsp; Yeah. If she feared for her life she'd do just about anything and she knew it.&nbsp; Being brave and fighting. <em>Fuuuck</em> that!<br><br>She turned when she heard him yell, worried because he sounded like he was in pain.&nbsp; She wanted to be cruel, to laugh at him and call him a baby.&nbsp; She just couldn't.&nbsp; &nbsp;She bent down and checked his leg out.&nbsp; "It'll bruise but you'll be okay."&nbsp; She waited a few moments till the sharpest of the pain could subside. "If you have to go to the bathroom, you'd best tell me now.&nbsp; It's the last chance you'll get and if you wet in my bed… you'll be sorry."&nbsp; She'd let him care for that himself, give him the freedom of his hands but she'd have that tazer gun right on him when he came out of the bathroom...<br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Her Secret Stalker (Remiel and Secretwriter)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Remiel</strong> on <strong>02-11-2009, 02:54:04</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Yes, it was just a bruise, something that no doubt would be forgotten in a few hours.&nbsp; That didn't mean it didn't hurt like hell, though.<br><br>"I could...take a...I mean, yes, I could use the bathroom," he said, quietly.&nbsp; In his eyes, there was no panic, no defiance, nothing that might try to use the opportunity to escape; there was only guilt and shame.&nbsp; He'd been bad, he knew, and he needed to be punished. He was willing to quietly accept whatever sort of punishment she chose to dish out, and hope like hell that she'd forgive him eventually. <br><br><br><br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Her Secret Stalker (Remiel and Secretwriter)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Secretwriter</strong> on <strong>03-11-2009, 11:43:39</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				She struggled with her feelings about Scott, the situation, how he'd scared her, and what she was doing.&nbsp; Part of her so wanted to let him go and just talk it out.&nbsp; Part of her wanted to beat the ever living shit out of him.&nbsp; Yet another part just wanted to cry.&nbsp; A small part of her, the part that acknowledged that he'd had a crush on her and was slightly turned on by what he'd written, wanted to see what could happen. <br><br>That part of her was rather mischievous and definitely romantic.&nbsp; In one quick moment she figured out what she was going to do.&nbsp; She was going to punish him. She pointed the tazer at him. "If you do anything stupid I'll zap you. And then when you wake up I'll zap you in really sensitive spots!"&nbsp; He could use his imagination. <br><br>She untied his hands. "Hop. And don't dare try to get away."&nbsp; She waited for him to go to the bathroom.&nbsp; When he emerged she bound his wrists again, the threat of the tazer in full force.&nbsp; <br><br>"Go. Hop!" She said, watching the mostly naked man hop and giggling inwardly.&nbsp; She secured him to the post of her bed by his hands and pulled back the covers. She let him get into the bed and then walked around to her side.&nbsp; She fixed her pillows and then went to the bathroom herself to brush her teeth, he could his in the morning, and to take off her jewelry, placing it in the jewelry box ever so lovingly.&nbsp; The lid shut with a loud snap when she closed it.&nbsp; &nbsp;<br><br>Absently, though her cheeks flamed red, she walked back to her side of the bed and stripped down to nothing before crawling between the sheets.&nbsp; She lay there for a moment, looking at the ceiling as her fingertips trailed small circles over her ribs, her nipples tightening into hard nubs with the stimulation of her flesh and the chill in the air.&nbsp; <br><br>A wicked idea came over her and she ran one hand up to her breasts, fondling and squeezing her pale mounds and dusty pink nipples as her legs spread, her other hand going to the soft, silky flesh that covered her thighs.&nbsp; She stroked her skin gently, her digits trailing over her shaved pussy and then over to her other thigh.&nbsp; She shivered at the touch of her fingertips and gasped slightly.&nbsp; 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Her Secret Stalker (Remiel and Secretwriter)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Remiel</strong> on <strong>04-11-2009, 06:50:31</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Scott didn't know what to think. Obviously she was angry--and why shouldn't she be? He had betrayed her trust, had frightened her quite badly.&nbsp; Worse than that, he had invaded her privacy.&nbsp; By stealing her cell phone, her email, and her instant messenger account, he had committed some form of harassment, he was sure. <br><br>So, shame-faced, he meekly obeyed as she tied his hands to the bedpost.&nbsp; At least she was letting him sleep in a bed.&nbsp; Sleep in <em>her</em> bed, he realized. What was she about?<br><br>He blinked as she stripped naked and slid in next to him, then blinked again as she began to stroke and fondle her own nipples.&nbsp; He watched in confusion, then fascination, and finally amazement as she fingered herself.&nbsp; <br><br>He opened his mouth, as if to ask a question, but for the life of him, couldn't think of any words to say.&nbsp; He just continued to watch as she masturbated, while he lay next to her in his underwear, chained to her bedpost.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Her Secret Stalker (Remiel and Secretwriter)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Secretwriter</strong> on <strong>08-11-2009, 17:25:36</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Abigail was feeling very powerful and majorly mischievous. She had Scott, her ultimate crush and tormentor, tied to her bed in his underwear… and was masturbating.&nbsp; Yes. It was an appropriate feeling.&nbsp; <br><br>She knew that she could cum quickly during any self-exploration session.&nbsp; She delved two slender fingers into her wet opening and moaned, her other hand leaving her breasts to manipulate her clit as she worked her pussy.&nbsp; <br><br>"OH! FUCK!" she moaned out loudly, her body responding happily and shaking slightly as she neared her edge.&nbsp; <br><br>Her hips thrust up of their own accord, a natural instinct of her body, as she hit her orgasm hard.&nbsp; She slammed her knees together, her fingers still moving as her pussy clenched the lithe digits, her back arching up off the bed as she groaned her release.&nbsp; She panted for breath and whimpered, grinning about her release luxuriously.&nbsp; <br><br>Her eyes flicked over to Scott as her wet fingers approached her mouth. "Want to taste?" she asked.&nbsp; She shook her head. "Too bad."&nbsp; Abi stuck her fingers between her lips and lavished them with her tongue, cleaning them off.&nbsp; "You don't deserve it."&nbsp; She chuckled and pulled the covers up over him and then snuggled down herself.&nbsp; She wanted to snuggle up against him but she wouldn't.&nbsp; He hadn't earned that either. <br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Her Secret Stalker (Remiel and Secretwriter)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Remiel</strong> on <strong>13-11-2009, 19:44:48</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Scott was in shock.&nbsp; Here was Abby, who he'd had a crush on for years, schlicking herself off right next to him?&nbsp; He didn't know how to react.&nbsp; Part of him knew that he should probably be angry that he wasn't invited to join in, but he was just too stunned to give this any more thought.&nbsp; He'd expected her to kick him out, give him the cold shoulder, and never talk to him again.&nbsp; And that's if he was lucky.&nbsp; The last thing in the world he had expected was for her to make him some sort of...prisoner.<br><br>He watched her suck her own juices from her fingers, and then yank the covers up over her head.&nbsp; He wondered, absently, if she was at least going to toss him a pillow.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Her Secret Stalker (Remiel and Secretwriter)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Secretwriter</strong> on <strong>20-11-2009, 04:58:24</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Abby rolled over and looked at Scott, laying there bound, his arms above his head.&nbsp; She could see the definition of the turn of his bicep and how he sunk the bed on his side.&nbsp; It was odd seeing a man in her bed, especially a bound one.&nbsp; <br><br>She sighed, the sound passing her lips gently as her eyes raked over him.&nbsp; His head wasn't quite on the pillow.&nbsp; She grinned and leaned over him, her breasts not far from his face but yet just out of his reach.&nbsp; "Lift your head, Scott," she commanded, tugging the pillow underneath his noggin. <br><br>"You realize that I can't let you go, don't you? You've forced my hand.&nbsp; Why you didn't just ask me out I'll never understand. I'd have said yes.&nbsp; What I've not figured out yet is if you're a danger to me.&nbsp; You scared me and I don't want to hear another bothersome apology from you. Not one that I feel is insincere and just given because of the spot you landed yourself in."&nbsp; She could feel the heat radiating from his body but didn't dare to try what she longed to.&nbsp; <br><br>She moved away from him, making sure he was as comfortable as could be.&nbsp; She rolled over and went to sleep. <br><br>Morning dawned early for her. She rose and woke him.&nbsp; He probably had to use the rest room and definitely needed a shower.&nbsp; She went from the bed to the bathroom, removing anything he could wield against her as a weapon, glad that the shower had sliding doors and not a shower curtain. <br><br>She removed her personal items from the counters and put them in a spare room.&nbsp; Temporary redecoration but needed regardless.&nbsp; <br><br>She untied him and gripped the tazer gun tightly. "You're going to shower.&nbsp; I'm going to tie you back up and then I'm going to shower.&nbsp; Then I'm going to cook.&nbsp; You won't be allowed any clothing after this. None at all."&nbsp; She untied him and prodded him toward the bathroom, she'd already laid out his towel and a wash cloth.&nbsp; "Hurry. No wasting time.&nbsp; The hot water and cold water faucets are backwards.&nbsp; Use them with caution."&nbsp; <br><br>She shut the door and left the room. She didn't bother dressing while she waited. <br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Her Secret Stalker (Remiel and Secretwriter)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Remiel</strong> on <strong>25-11-2009, 05:52:37</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				His breath caught in his throat when Abby leaned over to drag a pillow underneath his head.&nbsp; His face was an agony of guilt, shame, desire, and yes, a bit of fear.&nbsp; He let his head drop back upon the pillow, his eyes watching her warily as she explained her rationale.&nbsp; He merely nodded, dumbly, perceiving that the last thing Abigail wanted at this point was yet another apology.<br><br>He sighed when she turned away, pulled the blankets about herself, and went to sleep.&nbsp; &nbsp;Did she expect him to do likewise?&nbsp; It was very surreal.&nbsp; Being tied to the bed of someone who--at least until yesterday--he had had a secret crush on.&nbsp; He wanted very much to be somewhere else, pretty much anywhere else, at the moment.&nbsp; <br><br>He lay there in the darkness for who knows how long, listening to Abby breathe next to him.&nbsp; His thoughts were a mess.&nbsp; He could barely think.&nbsp; How long did she expect to keep him? What was she going to do to him in the morning?&nbsp; What would become of their relationship?&nbsp; Would she sue him? Report him to the police? File a restraining order? Would he be fired from his job?&nbsp; Worry, doubt and fear ate at his psyche like a ravenous badger.<br><br>&nbsp;Eventually, sheer exhaustion claimed him, and he fell into a less-than-restful half-sleep.&nbsp; He dreamed that he awoke to Abby standing over him with an axe, and he was chained to the bed.&nbsp; She took aim at his foot, and swung...<br><br>He yelped, and wakened into a half-delirium, from which he fell back into an&nbsp; uneasy semi-conscious state again.&nbsp; <br><br>He didn't really wake entirely until the sun poured through the curtains, and the real Abby woke him.&nbsp; He nodded, vaguely, to her pronouncements, yawning as he was led to the bathroom.&nbsp; He did his business, then stared at the shower, uncertain what to do next.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Her Secret Stalker (Remiel and Secretwriter)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Secretwriter</strong> on <strong>25-11-2009, 10:16:50</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Abby had to go. She couldn't wait and she couldn't stand guard and just… Making a quick and hopeless decision she made her way quietly down the stairs, praying that he didn't hear her, and headed to the first floor bathroom to do her business.&nbsp; <br><br>She crept back up the stairs and frowned when she didn't hear the water.&nbsp; "Are you done already?"&nbsp; Surely he'd had time to relieve himself.&nbsp; She didn't want to walk in on him but he left her little choice.&nbsp; <br><br>She sighed and opened the door.&nbsp; "What are you doing?" Why was he just standing there.&nbsp; She'd untied him… why was he just looking at the shower as if he'd never seen one. <br><br>She walked by him, brushing past him rudely, the tazer gun firmly in hand.&nbsp; She slid the door open, the sound of the rollers on the tracks annoying to her ears, and turned on the water and adjusted it, turning it hot and made sure it wasn't scalding.&nbsp; Was he trying to play her?&nbsp; "You know how to wash yourself, right?" she asked bitterly. <br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Her Secret Stalker (Remiel and Secretwriter)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Remiel</strong> on <strong>02-12-2009, 06:33:43</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Yeah, I know how to wash myself," he mumbled, stifling a yawn.&nbsp; He was still wearing his boxers from the night before, the rest of his clothes in a disheveled pile on her floor--a fact which, in any other circumstances, would have brought a sly, knowing smirk to his face.&nbsp; Now, however, he was emotionally exhausted.&nbsp; He just wanted to get out of there, go home, maybe sleep for a few hours.&nbsp; Then he'd know what to do, how to apologize properly.<br><br>He eyed the tazer gun, the sight of it waking him up a bit--he hadn't forgotten how much it hurt when he was shot by it--and he backed up a step, nearly tripping over the toilet in the process. "Um, it's okay," he said. "I think I can handle it from here."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Her Secret Stalker (Remiel and Secretwriter)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Secretwriter</strong> on <strong>10-12-2009, 08:37:10</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Seeing him standing there the way he was had her eyes roaming flesh.&nbsp; She knew that it was insane, this man had hurt her.&nbsp; Maybe not physically but emotionally.&nbsp; Her eyes roamed his flesh, her hand reached out and trailed down his spine.&nbsp; He was beautiful; his skin so soft.&nbsp; She resisted the urge to press herself against his back and let her hands roam his body. <br><br>"Are you hungry?" she asked softly.&nbsp; "I'll cook something for you to eat but I don't know what you like."&nbsp; <br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Her Secret Stalker (Remiel and Secretwriter)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Remiel</strong> on <strong>13-12-2009, 09:30:43</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Anything you have will be great," he said, his speech slurring just a bit.&nbsp; That, at least, was the truth; he wasn't a picky eater.&nbsp; He flinched slightly as Abby reached out and touched his back; when it became apparent that she just wanted to touch him, he relaxed again.&nbsp; "I'll just...I'll just take a shower."&nbsp; He smiled sleepily at her.<br><br>Once he was alone, he peeled off his boxers, and turned the hot water on from the faucet.&nbsp; He put his hand underneath, testing the water to make sure it was hot as he liked it, but not so hot as to be scalding.&nbsp; He was a bit of a lush when it came to hot showers; his friends teased him that he was as bad as a girl.<br><br>It did seem to wake him up a bit, though.&nbsp; After lathering up his chest and crotch, then his arms, legs, neck, and finally face, he stood in the hot rinse for a few long minutes and let the hot water put some life back into his bones.&nbsp; &nbsp; Blessedly, he managed not to think about Abby, or the situation he put himself in.&nbsp; He actually managed to fool himself into believing, just for a moment, that everything would be all right.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Her Secret Stalker (Remiel and Secretwriter)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Secretwriter</strong> on <strong>27-12-2009, 03:55:44</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Abigail hurried down the stairs and showered herself.&nbsp; She rushed through it, efficiently and without lingering to enjoy the hot water on her neck and back.&nbsp; After wrapping a towel around her she hurried to the laundry room and pulled on a pair of shorts and a tank top.&nbsp; She intended to keep that tazer close. <br><br>In the light of day the events that had occurred weren't quite as scary and she wondered what the fuck she was doing.&nbsp; She had to let him go.&nbsp; Her eyes fell on his bag.&nbsp; She walked over to it and opened it up, pulling out his clothing and then his computer.&nbsp; She smirked at it, remembering the snippet of the story that she'd read on it the night before.&nbsp; Her eyes immediately swung to three fat candles that sat on the piano, her lips curling up into a smirk and a plan forming in her mind.&nbsp; <br><br>"Are you about done yet?" she grouched up the stairs.&nbsp; "Clothes are at the bottom of the stairs. Get down here and get dressed."&nbsp; She would have to keep her eye on him.&nbsp; <br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Her Secret Stalker (Remiel and Secretwriter)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Remiel</strong> on <strong>03-01-2010, 06:54:15</strong>
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				At length, the sound of water running in the shower ceased, and then a few minutes later Scott descended the stairs, towel wrapped around his waist.&nbsp; His hair was still damp.&nbsp; It looked like he'd tried his best to comb it back with his fingers, but without his comb and gel, it had an unfortunate tendency to stick out at all angles.&nbsp; <br><br>He said not a word when he reached the bottom floor--he merely watched her, his eyes glued to her face.&nbsp; His expression was blank, but it was the blankness of someone treading very carefully into strange and unexplored territory.&nbsp; Any normal person would have kicked him out by now, he was sure.&nbsp; Perhaps even called the cops, or at the very least have a talk with his boss in the morning.&nbsp; Perhaps if she was feeling particularly charitable, she would simply let it go, and be content with never talking to him ever again.&nbsp; <br><br>That's what he would do, if he were in her shoes.&nbsp; This...whatever it was she was doing, he didn't understand it.&nbsp; He still couldn't believe she'd masturbated last night while he watched.&nbsp; It was, in a very strange way, really really hot.<br><br>Tugging on his clothes, one article at a time, he then pulled a chair away from the kitchen table and sat in it, his eyes never leaving her face.&nbsp; &nbsp;He was too nervous, it because obvious, to even ask her what she wanted him to do next.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Her Secret Stalker (Remiel and Secretwriter)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Secretwriter</strong> on <strong>10-01-2010, 04:29:02</strong>
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				She located a few long taper candles and sat them in plain sight but out of an area of suspicion – on the edge of the buffet beside a few candle holders.&nbsp; They looked normal and harmless there, she thought. <br><br>She went to start cooking something to eat, settling on eggs, bacon, and hash browns.&nbsp; The thought of masturbating in front of him the night before both embarrassed her and made her feel slightly empowered.&nbsp; <br><br>"Well good morning, Scott!" she said in a mocking tone. "Did you sleep well?" She chuckled and pulled two plates down from a cabinet.&nbsp; She was sure that he hadn't slept well at all.&nbsp; <br><br>"I have to say, I'm not feeling that you are as remorseful as you proclaimed to be last night. I think you're sorry, that you got caught, that is."&nbsp; She sighed and smiled, her back still to him and pulled the pan of hash browns out of the oven. The eggs were almost done, she stirred them a bit, watching them scramble and form before her eyes, and the bacon was cooling down enough and dripping so that it wouldn't be covered in grease. <br><br>She fixed his plate and gave him plastic utensils that she thankfully had from various fast food restaurants.&nbsp; She wasn’t giving him any chance of hurting her and though she knew he could easily overpower her, she still had her trusty tazer close by. <br><br>She sat down at the table after putting his plate in front of him and giving him a glass of orange juice.&nbsp; She had her own plate and juice in front of her.&nbsp; "Eat up before it gets cold. I've got a lot of things planned for you today!"&nbsp; <br><br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Her Secret Stalker (Remiel and Secretwriter)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Remiel</strong> on <strong>25-01-2010, 05:51:55</strong>
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				(*sighs and spanks muse*)<br><br>The last thing in the world that would have occurred to Scott would have been to try to overpower Abigail and make his escape that way.&nbsp; He was still in sort of a surreal shock.&nbsp; The games, the conspiracy, the plans with the email and the text messages and so on had been built up slowly, little by little, and while he had often wondered what would happen if he got caught, he never really expected it to happen.&nbsp; It was like a teenaged driver who never expects to get in an accident--it was just an inconceivable event, beyond the realm of possibility.&nbsp; Now that he <em>had</em> been caught, he suddenly found himself in a strange and foreign universe.&nbsp; If she would just get mad, threaten to call the cops, threaten to get him fired, <em>anything</em>; he simply couldn't understand what she was playing at.&nbsp; And so, like a food critic who expects at any time to find a maggot in his bowl of pasta, he kept playing along and waiting for the other shoe to drop.<br><br>He stared at her, stared at the food, stared back at her.&nbsp; Was she poisoning him?&nbsp; If so, part of him said, then maybe it was because he deserved it.<br><br>He tried the eggs.&nbsp; They tasted fine, delicious even.&nbsp; Slowly, he chewed, bite after bite, all tense, waiting for the rage and the temper that never quite seemed to come.<br><br>Finally, he couldn't take it anymore.&nbsp; "Abby," he said, anguished.&nbsp; "Can we talk about this? "
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				Title: <strong>Re: Her Secret Stalker (Remiel and Secretwriter)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Secretwriter</strong> on <strong>27-01-2010, 05:53:47</strong>
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				She watched with a self-satisfied little smirk perched upon her lips as he stared at the food.&nbsp; "You're going to need your strength, Scott. Eat up." She began eating after he did, relishing the taste of her eggs.&nbsp; <br><br>Abigail couldn't figure out what was making him so tense. "What's the matter, Scott? Don't you like being in my home, being my guest? Seeing what it is that I do in here? Didn't you find my bed comfortable?"&nbsp; She chuckled and finished her breakfast.&nbsp; <br><br>"Talk about this? Talk about what?" She smirked again.&nbsp; "After you've eaten I want you to go up stairs, take your clothes off, and lay down on my bed."&nbsp; She had already prepared it with the ropes, she'd done it while he was sleeping.&nbsp; [Even if I forgot to write it in!] <br><br>Upstairs he'd find four cuffs attached to ropes, old cuffs used for weight lifting.&nbsp; She'd fasten them snuggly with zip-ties but she didn't want to chafe his skin. After all, this was about teaching him a lesson, not hurting him physically. <br><br>"Go on. Upstairs with you. On the bed." <br><br>After she watched him go upstairs, she rinsed their plates and put them in the dishwasher.&nbsp; She grabbed the taper candles and headed up the stairs. When she entered the room she smiled at him and threatened him with the tazer gun, keeping the candles out of his sight for the moment.&nbsp; <br><br>"On the bed." She fastened the cuffs around his wrists and tied them off with the zip-ties.&nbsp; "Comfy? Good."&nbsp; She smirked and started to undress herself, rubbing her hands over her breasts seductively.&nbsp; She'd bound him spread-eagle on the mattress, the soft sheet under his back.&nbsp; She picked up a taper candle and her lighter and then climbed on top of him, rubbing her, surprisingly even to her, wet slit up and down his shaft.&nbsp; <br><br>She lit the candle and let it burn for a moment, leaning down to trail kisses over his chest.<br><br>[If this goes too fast or too far, lemme know and I'll back it up.&nbsp; I just wanted to make sure you had plenty to react to.]
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				Title: <strong>Re: Her Secret Stalker (Remiel and Secretwriter)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Remiel</strong> on <strong>01-02-2010, 00:56:17</strong>
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				"Abby, look.&nbsp; I--" he resisted, wondering and dreading what exactly she had in mind for him.&nbsp; "Of course I like being here, with you.&nbsp; But this is...well, I..."&nbsp; he trailed off, staring at her.&nbsp; The night's lack of sleep had made it difficult to think, and he wanted to tell her how sorry he was, how he didn't mean to hurt her, etc.&nbsp; He didn't understand what she was doing.&nbsp; It made no sense.&nbsp; He was treading deep and unfamiliar waters, and he didn't have a map.<br><br>He tried to reason with her, but she was adamant.&nbsp; She wouldn't listen, and he didn't have the stomach or the will to insist.&nbsp; And so, dazed, he stood up, went upstairs, and, like a man sleepwalking, took off his clothes.&nbsp; He watched as she pushed him onto the bed and tied his wrists together with zip-ties.&nbsp; He struggled halfheartedly against the restraints, and wasn't surprised when they held.<br><br>When she showed him the candle, his eyes widened.&nbsp; "What are you--?"&nbsp; It didn't help that she was rubbing her crotch against his own; despite himself, it felt incredible.&nbsp; He shuddered, bewildered and confused, but his traitorous body was definitely beginning to get excited.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Her Secret Stalker (Remiel and Secretwriter)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Secretwriter</strong> on <strong>02-02-2010, 09:57:49</strong>
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				The way that his skin touched hers made her ache with need. She'd only been doing this to get back at him, to get her revenge. Now… it was different as her body begged her to fuck him.&nbsp; &nbsp;She hadn't intended on going through with the sex, but she hadn't expected to enjoy how he felt under her so much either. <br><br>She looked down at him and smirked darkly. <br><br>"Shhh," she said quietly.&nbsp; She let a few drops of wax fall on his stomach.&nbsp; And then realized she'd forgotten the ice.&nbsp; She quickly ran down stairs, grabbed a bowl, filled it, and returned, taking her spot on him and rubbing herself against him. That was more for her enjoyment than his but… ah well. <br><br>She dripped more on him and then traced it over his skin, all over where the wax had burned his flesh. <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Her Secret Stalker (Remiel and Secretwriter)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Remiel</strong> on <strong>07-02-2010, 20:31:43</strong>
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				Scott tensed up, his whole body flexing, almost as if trying to recoil away from Abigail.&nbsp; It wasn't that he was repulsed by her--quite the opposite, actually--but this just felt wrong.&nbsp; It was happening all wrong.&nbsp; He was supposed to be the seducer, the captor, not she.&nbsp; He hadn't expected to have had the tables turned like this.<br><br>Doubly so when she tipped the candle enough to let dollops of wax splash on his skin.&nbsp; Of course, it burned; he hissed as the wax cooled rapidly on his flesh, leaving angry red marks underneath.&nbsp; He didn't cry out, but it was all too obvious that he felt it.&nbsp; Ah--perhaps she intended to torture him for his crimes?<br><br>Then she retrieved the ice, and was using it on him.&nbsp; The chill coldness of it, especially applied so soon after the candle, made him shiver and wince.&nbsp; It also piqued his memory, his eyes widening as the realization dawned. "You read my...story?" he gasped, staring at her.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Her Secret Stalker (Remiel and Secretwriter)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Secretwriter</strong> on <strong>10-02-2010, 14:59:11</strong>
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				&nbsp;Abigail chuckled down at him, her tone condescending and her face showing the same emotion in her expression.&nbsp; She trailed the cube of ice over her body, down over her lips and tongue, down her chin and neck, and over her nipples.&nbsp; She circled them with the melting cube, her flesh puckering and hardening into pebbles.&nbsp; She gripped the remainder of the cube in her hand and let the water that melted off from her body heat fall onto his stomach as realization seemed to dawn on his face. <br><br>"Story?" she asked, tapping her chin thoughtfully with feigned ignorance. "Story…story…<em>Oh! That story!</em>"&nbsp; She smiled wickedly.&nbsp; "What? Don't you like it? Don't you want me to keep going?" She laughed. "What's wrong, Scott? Don't you like being on the other end of the spectrum? Don't you like being at my mercy? You wanted me so badly at yours.&nbsp; But guess what… If you'd made a <em>move</em>…If you'd kissed me or told me that you wanted me then you could have had your story be a reality. All you had to do was ask.&nbsp; Do you feel like <em>your</em> privacy has been breeched?" <br><br>She let the wax drip onto his nipple and reached for another cube of ice, soothing the burn of the heat with the cold touch as she dripped the heated, molten wax on his other nipple.&nbsp; "But instead you decided to trick me. To scare me and to make me feel weak.&nbsp; I thought that I was going to be raped.&nbsp; You want to make up for it? All of it like you've whined and begged for? Make me cum. And do a good job." <br><br>Leaning over to look down into his face, she peered at him. "And maybe then I'll forgive you."&nbsp; <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Her Secret Stalker (Remiel and Secretwriter)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Remiel</strong> on <strong>20-02-2010, 20:11:08</strong>
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				Ugh, sorry for the delay.&nbsp; Been dealing with bronchitis or something equally nasty.<br><br><br><em>Are you serious?</em> he thought, as he watched her move the ice cube all over her body, watching the frozen cube glide over her soft skin, her delicious curves.&nbsp; A week ago--fuck, yesterday--he would have given anything to trade places with the object.&nbsp; Now, he just felt dazed.&nbsp; Stunned.&nbsp; He stared at her.&nbsp; Was this Abby, the cute, intelligent, somewhat shy girl who had worked next to him for almost two years?&nbsp; The girl who blushed at ribald jokes, who liked to talk about art galleries and classical music?&nbsp; <br><br>It's always the quiet ones, he thought.<br><br>"Are you serious?" he asked aloud.&nbsp; He shivered as the cube's icy touch drip over his chest, soothing the raw, burnt sensation caused by the wax.&nbsp; &nbsp;Her words hurt him far more than anything she could do to him physically, because he knew she was right.&nbsp; He hadn't meant to hurt her, but he had.&nbsp; He had manipulated her, played mind games, possibly even inflicted trauma all because he wanted to make himself seem like a nice guy.&nbsp; Maybe he really was a bastard, he thought.<br><br>And he realized that he was just getting what he deserved.&nbsp; Karma was, indeed, a bitch.<br><br>"I'll do whatever you want," he whispered, looking directly into her eye.&nbsp; 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Her Secret Stalker (Remiel and Secretwriter)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Secretwriter</strong> on <strong>26-02-2010, 09:13:39</strong>
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				She was surprised at how powerful she felt as she sat on him, dripping wax and rubbing him with ice.&nbsp; "I am deadly serious."&nbsp; She sighed and wiggled her hips as she blew out the candle.&nbsp; She laid it on the bed and looked down into his eyes. <br><br>"I want to hate you.&nbsp; I want to kick your ass.&nbsp; I want to.&nbsp; But I can't because I <em>know</em> that you're a nice guy.&nbsp; How do I know this? Because instead of trying to escape, you are taking this and acting like you deserve it." <br><br>She sighed. "But that's not what I want." A slow, somewhat dark, grin spread over her face. "But I do want you to make me cum. I am still mad at you."&nbsp; She leaned down and bit his nipple hard, dragging her tongue across the nub clenched between her teeth.&nbsp; He still wasn't hard and that was a big problem. <br><br>[I based off you not mentioning it.]<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Her Secret Stalker (Remiel and Secretwriter)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Remiel</strong> on <strong>01-03-2010, 05:28:44</strong>
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				(not a problem.)<br><br>He stared at her as if seeing her for the first time.&nbsp; Was this Abby, sweet little Abby, who liked art exhibitions and talking about music and was too shy to ask him out on a date?&nbsp; Who was this tigress, currently straddling him, keeping him a prisoner in her bed?&nbsp; <br><br>He ought to feel frightened, or at least alarmed.&nbsp; But there was something in her eye, a look that told him that she wanted this, that she <em>needed</em> this.&nbsp; It was a look he had hoped for from her for a very, very long time.&nbsp; It was a look he had imagined, had fantasized about in his most private moments.&nbsp; From the depths of nightmare, a most pleasant dream surfaced, and glimmered.<br><br>Slowly, with glacial speed, his lips turned up at the corners.&nbsp; Yes, she was still mad at him, and with good reason; but now there was a light at the end of the tunnel.&nbsp; If he could do this, if he could make her cum, she would forgive him.<br><br>And he found that he wanted it too, whether she forgave him or not.&nbsp; &nbsp;He watched her as she bit his nipple, exhaling a gasp, watched her as she salved it with her tongue.&nbsp; He wanted to put his arms around her, run his fingers through her hair, let them explore her naked back...but he couldn't.&nbsp; His arms strained against his restraints, but not because he wanted to escape.<br><br>"I want to make you cum," he whispered.&nbsp; The tip of his penis brushed the velvety softness of her mons, as it hesitantly unfurled.&nbsp; It was the only way he could return her affections, but it would have to do.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Her Secret Stalker (Remiel and Secretwriter)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Secretwriter</strong> on <strong>01-03-2010, 06:55:00</strong>
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				She flipped from being furious with him to pitying him as the seconds passed, struggling with the fact, once again, that she had him tied up against his will.&nbsp; She could feel his body responding to her bite, to her touches and saw how he struggled against his bonds. <br><br>It made her feel both strong and pathetic.&nbsp; If he wasn't getting hard, she'd think that he wanted her to stop.&nbsp; His words solved any of the fears that she had, the qualms flying right out of the window.&nbsp; As his cock rubbed against her, she gasped, her body filling with heat and her desire deepening.&nbsp; She leaned forward and cut the zipties with the scissors on the night table.&nbsp; His arms were free.&nbsp; <br><br>"Then don't talk about it, Scott. Do it."&nbsp; She wasn't freeing his feet, he would have to get the scissors, fight her off of him - which he could probably do with ease - and then get loose before she could stop him.&nbsp; The stun gun still was near… would he use it on her?&nbsp; She gave him the option, testing him to see what he would do. <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Her Secret Stalker (Remiel and Secretwriter)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Remiel</strong> on <strong>07-03-2010, 04:40:09</strong>
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				The moment she freed his hands, he reached out, taking her by the shoulders.&nbsp; His grip was strong, unrelenting.&nbsp; He didn't seem to want to struggle with her, or perhaps try to throttle her or subdue her in order to make his escape; instead, he simply held her for a moment without an explanation.<br><br>Then, one hand moved down from her shoulder, moving across her chest to cup her right breast.&nbsp; At first his grip was gentle, barely more than the barest caress of skin against skin; then, looking directly into her eyes, he flexed his forearm and squeezed, his fingers working into the yielding flesh.&nbsp; His thumb traced a circle around her aureola, then moved gradually toward her nipple in a spiral that ended with him brushing it with his thumb tip.&nbsp; <br><br>His other hand followed suit, and with an expression of intense concentration he applied himself to massaging, rubbing, and probing her breasts, his hands kneading them like a baker kneading a lump of moist dough.&nbsp; He pinched her nipples, played with them, pulled on them, teasing them to all manner of tactile sensations.<br><br>He said not a word.&nbsp; He was content to play with her breasts, to arouse her by manipulating her erogenous zones.&nbsp; He showed absolutely no interest in trying to escape.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Her Secret Stalker (Remiel and Secretwriter)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Secretwriter</strong> on <strong>11-03-2010, 12:25:45</strong>
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				The way that he gripped her worried her at first but then she realized that he wasn't making a move to hurt her.&nbsp; The thrill of it though…that sent a chill down her spine.&nbsp; She looked down into his eyes, her need burning there brightly.&nbsp; It seemed so wrong, so forbidden to be doing what she was doing and now that she'd freed him, he could easily get his revenge though that seemed to be a moot point. <br><br>Her eyes narrowed with desire as she looked down into his, his hand moving across her flesh.&nbsp; She let him explore her body for a moment, before leaning down toward his face so that she could kiss his lips.&nbsp; She'd wanted to do that for so long.&nbsp; Her hips pressed down on his erection as she moved against him, wanting him inside of her so badly.&nbsp; She would free his feet soon, he'd not made any attempt to hurt her, to escape and gain his freedom.&nbsp; Her wetness coated his shaft, slicking it up in preparation for penetration as her soft nether lips rubbed against it. <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Her Secret Stalker (Remiel and Secretwriter)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Remiel</strong> on <strong>16-03-2010, 06:25:57</strong>
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				He kissed her back, his lips pressing hard against her own, as if trying to suck her breath out through her mouth.&nbsp; His tongue wandered over the double barrier of teeth, dipping and probing into the warm recesses of her own mouth.&nbsp; He could feel her hips pressing down on him, exerting pressure, maneuvering his manhood closer to her sticky slick petals.<br><br>In normal circumstances, he would have played coy, would have pulled away, would have chided her for being so direct.&nbsp; But right here, and right now, he figured that he'd better not press his luck.&nbsp; If she wanted to jump right to the main event, he was certainly not going to stop her. <br><br>Thus, he contented himself with merely breaking the kiss long enough to crack a smart-ass grin.&nbsp; &nbsp;"I thought it was only guys that wanted to skip the foreplay,"&nbsp; &nbsp;he murmured, before seeking her mouth again.&nbsp; His hands refused to relinquish their holds on her breasts, his fingers squeezing at the flesh and alternatively pulling at her nipples.&nbsp; With a flex of his hips, he pushed his cock against her, clumsily driving it toward her warm, musky core.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Her Secret Stalker (Remiel and Secretwriter)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Secretwriter</strong> on <strong>17-03-2010, 21:23:41</strong>
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				Abby didn't ever remember wanting sex or a male quite as much as she wanted it right then.&nbsp; She was far too worked up to care about anything other than kissing him and eventually getting around to the part where she'd stop teasing him and get down to business.&nbsp; <br><br>She opened her mouth and allowed his tongue the entry that it seemed to be seeking. If it wasn't, well too bad, it was getting it anyway.&nbsp; She circled her tongue around his and whimpered into his mouth as her raging fires engulfed as if they'd been doused in gasoline.&nbsp; <br><br>The way that he manipulated her breasts only added to the growing heat raged.&nbsp; &nbsp;"Do you really think that we need it?" she asked quickly, silencing him again with her lips.&nbsp; Too much talking, not enough kissing. <br><br>He managed to free his mouth with the thrust of his hips.&nbsp; "Oh god! Scott!" she cried as he pushed into her, she tumbled forward onto him, not having quite expected the penetration or for him to be the one to do the act.&nbsp; Her hands landed on either side of his head as she ground her hips down against him.&nbsp; &nbsp;She didn't move slow or gently, she lifted and dropped on him as if her life depended on it, her movements quickly causing the bed to shake as her ass slapped against his thighs. <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Her Secret Stalker (Remiel and Secretwriter)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Remiel</strong> on <strong>29-03-2010, 00:19:48</strong>
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				He hadn't slept well the night before, too wound up with guilt and shame.&nbsp; It was like a reservoir of churning, bubbling emotion, trapped inside his body, making him emotionally drained and restless at the same time.&nbsp; He had wanted to run, to scream, to dig a hole and hide in it all at the same time.&nbsp; He was on the cusp of going insane, and this--<br><br>This was an <em>incredible</em> release.&nbsp; As Abigail ground down on him, he writhed back up against her in return, thrusting and grinding as hard as he could.&nbsp; He wanted to fuck all of the toxic emotions out of his system, wanted to work it out on her body.&nbsp; He opened his mouth to grunt and groan and murmur obscenities, but she stole his breath away when she sealed her lips to his.&nbsp; His nostrils flared, sucking in air and exhaling it against her face, while his hands groped and clawed at her body, seeking to pull her ever closer, ever tighter against himself.&nbsp; Right here, right now, he wanted her more than anything else in the whole world.&nbsp; He wanted to fuck her until she was sore and raw.&nbsp; He wanted to take her, ravish her, make her scream his name over and over again until she was a satisfied, spent mess.<br><br>He pushed her roughly, his hands squeezing at her nipples, and then allowed her to drop back onto him again.&nbsp; A small voice in the back of his head told him to be careful, that the very last thing that he needed right now was to hurt her, but he wasn't thinking clearly.&nbsp; He just wanted to fuck Abby, again and again.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Her Secret Stalker (Remiel and Secretwriter)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Secretwriter</strong> on <strong>08-04-2010, 04:25:17</strong>
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				Unbelievable. She never expected him to be so full of fire, so hot in the sack. She'd always fantasized about him being <em>good</em>, but this wasn't what she had been prepared for and it was a most thrilling and pleasant surprise.&nbsp; <br><br>Her hips met his with an almost echoing slap of her wet pussy against his pubis, each one just as loud as the next as he shoved up into her so hard and fast.&nbsp; She met him thrust for thrust, her entire body exploding with pleasure and the need for more.&nbsp; She felt as if she couldn't breathe…her lungs burned just as hotly as her body did, panting for much needed air.&nbsp; <br><br>She was surprised that he pushed her so roughly but liked it, instead of kissing him again and forcing her will on him, she rammed down against him, her head falling back and her hair tickling her back as she moved.&nbsp; Each collision of their bodies forced out another sound from her throat.&nbsp; A chorus of moans, groans, 'ahs' and 'ohs' filled the air, along with the occasional… "OH FUCK!" she howled at the top of her lungs as she fell forward, her hands colliding with his chest and the bed, though the latter took most of the shock as he bottomed out inside of her.&nbsp; "SCOTT! SCOTT! OHMYFUCKINGGODSCOTT!" She howled out her pleasure as she came hard around him, her pussy shuddering and clenching him as her cum dripped down his shaft in hot spurts of fluid. <br><br>Her mind blanked out, fading away to the passion as she writhed on top of him, trying hard to keep pushing against him as her face became a mask of serene peaceful oblivion.&nbsp; <br><br><br>[I wanted to keep going, but I stopped here for you :P]<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Her Secret Stalker (Remiel and Secretwriter)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Remiel</strong> on <strong>13-04-2010, 07:13:06</strong>
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				Funny.&nbsp; He'd worked next to Abigail for all those years and he never realized what a hellion she was in bed.&nbsp; All those years of fantasizing about her, of imagining her in dozens of various sordid scenarios and situations, of being the mental focal point of many a sweaty, sultry night of self-pleasuring, and it turned out that she had been similarly obsessing about him.&nbsp; It was really rather amusing, in an ironic sort of way.<br><br>Rather than shrink from his aggressive movements, she only seemed to be encouraged by them, driving herself down on him again and again. She almost seemed to want this more than he did, which was quite hard to imagine.&nbsp; Her vaginal muscles formed a tight rictus around his member, squeezing intimately and snugly, eliciting a most exquisite pleasure every time she ground against him with the slap of flesh against flesh.<br><br>And then she was howling out his name, and he could feel the shaking in her loins, as her hips bucked unconsciously, automatically, driven by her lust, her heat, her need.&nbsp; He felt the hot wet gush around his cock as she came, and his own pressure -- which had been building steadily all the while--grew to be too much.<br><br>He didn't yell or moan, but he gasped loudly, audibly, his breath temporarily stolen from him as his vision momentarily clouded, his balls surrendering to the inevitable and pumping round after round of liquid ammunition into her target zone.&nbsp; He wanted to twitch, scream, and laugh all at once; it was like his nervous system had been short-circuited.&nbsp; His hands clutched for purchase on her breasts, using them as his grips, as he rammed into her until the last of his cum had escaped.<br><br>Sweat-slicked, gasping, he relinquished his grasp and instead pulled her by the shoulders, wrapping her tightly against him, unable to believe what he had just physically experienced.&nbsp; His hands smoothed over her back, up her neck, fingers combing through her hair to sweep it behind her ears and away from her eyes.&nbsp; For a moment, he just lay there, clutching Abby tightly on top of him as if afraid or unwilling to let go. 
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