Him

HIM

part 1

It all started with the drowning, deemed suicide, of my friend's younger sister. She was very beautiful, but very young and easily misled. Her family thought everything was right in her world. She was to marry a handsome, powerful executive. Her whole life was ahead of her. The girl's suicide was a mystery to her family and they wanted answers. I wanted to give them the answers.

The good looks, the smile, the money and the job, he had it all. I knew his type; even if he were to get married he would never be faithful. He could have just about any woman he wanted, all with slim waists and big breasts. He would treat them all like objects and never like people.

I started to discreetly look into his life. I was shocked by what I found. He has been linked to many women. A few of them have committed suicide, more of them have been institutionalised and yet others now make their living as prostitutes. I wanted to take the information I found to the police but he was a very powerful man and I had very little hard evidence. I cannot let him keep ruining women's lives. I came up with a plan but I had to be careful, he must not see me coming for him.

He used, abused and then dumped them. After they had given themselves to him with body and soul he let them fall. He would not even talk to them anymore and there would be a new lady by his side. The same pattern is seen over and over again, and he thinks he can get away with it, but not this time.

I know so much about him by now that I can lure him into a trap. It is so easy when you know which kind of girls he likes. One evening he is alone, and I show myself to him for the first time. It was like a bee to honey, he came right over to me. “Hi, how are you? Have I ever seen you before; will you have a drink with me”? He is all charming and smiling. “Mmm, yes I'd like that” I said, and I feel a little joy to know that he will walk into my trap. We chat and dance the whole evening. He is by my side, telling me of his job, how much money he has and about his big penthouse. He thinks he can talk me into bed with him, just because of his success.

*****

I saw her for the first time in the bar after work. It was shortly after my fiancée had committed suicide. I mourned her loss but felt no real guilt that I was “hunting” again for a new girl for I felt lonely and bored. The one I saw now shone like a diamond in a colliery. I had to possess this gem and relish its brilliance.

I had to make her mine and made my move. I offered a drink and she accepted. I told her all about me and I felt her falling for my charm. Oh, they are so easy, these little dolls!

*****

He talks a lot about my beauty, my nice long golden hair and my smell; he even likes it when I giggle. It's strange because no one enjoys it when I giggle. This is not right; he seems to be attracted to me, but all he wants is just another lady in the sack. I decided to let him wait for a while and keep myself mysterious.

I start to say good-bye, he tries to talk me into going over to his big penthouse, but no way am I going with him on the first night. I give him a big kiss full on the lips with a little tongue. I lightly brush his cock with my hand and whisper, “some other time tiger” and walk away leaving him frustrated.

*****

I praise her beauty. Her golden hair frames her pretty face like a crown. She is nervous and giggles a lot. I like that and she seems so easy. I want her tonight, to make her mine. But suddenly she seems averse to my advances. I try to think lightly of it but still it annoys me for I usually have it my way. Then, when she leaves, she kisses me full on the lips and her tongue enters my mouth. She even presses her hand against my crotch which made me flinch, why for fuck's sake? I am never so shy. Before she turns away she whispers “some other time tiger”. Her Parthian shot leaves me confused and frustrated. She is a terrible tease and I loathe her for her sudden indifference yet I want her more than ever.

*****

Two nights later I am back to where he is at and he senses my presence, he is right by my side the first minute I walk inside.

“I don't even know your name”. “My name is not important, it's just a name, I don't know yours. Besides only my good friends know my name”. He told his name on the spot (and not even the right one, he lied about that). He tried the whole evening to be a good friend so that I would tell him my name, but I will not tell him it this evening. I teased and tormented him the whole night and left him horny and frustrated and still not knowing who I was. I can tell he is not used to a woman like me but I know he'll be back for more.

I kept him frustrated for many weeks and he kept coming back for more. He was infatuated with me. He would follow me around like a puppy trying to please me with expensive bobbles. I never told him my name and of course he never bedded me.

One evening while we were sipping champagne in a secluded corner of the hottest club in town, I said, “ Tara ”. “What, what's that you say?” “Darling, I'm telling you my name, it's Tara ”. His jaw dropped he could not believe I had told him. “Why are you telling me this… Tara ? Am I now a good friend of yours?” “You are my only friend Erik and I'm falling in love with you”. “Love!" We have never even had sex. How can you be in love with me?” “I just am, silly. Why question it?” With a big grin on his face he says, “Let's get out of this dump; the night is young”.

*****

I spot her immediately two nights later. I leave the party from the office I am with and go directly to her.

Curiously I ask her for her name but she refuses to give it, playing hard to get. I give her mine but cannot entice hers from her. She says it is only for good friends. Well, girl, I am inclined to become more than that and will get more from you than your name. She does not give in, however, how hard I try that night. I feel angry but too much attracted to her and I am too stubborn to let it pass.

I see her continuously for the following weeks and I bestow her incessantly with attention. Still, she does not give her name but she still chats and flirts happily with me. It really upsets me now. Wait until I get you in bed, girl, because you are going to repay me in every possible way.

Then, one night, she gives her name: Tara . I am astonished at her frankness. Still, more is to come. She says she loves me. I ask her again and do not dare to doubt her. I grab my chance. I ask her to come with me, you are mine, girl, although you may not realize it yet!

*****

We headed to his high-rise penthouse, which is on the 50th floor of an office building he owns. He prepares drinks for us at my request and then excuses himself to change into something a little more comfortable. It is then that I pull out a small vile filled with a clear liquid. A woman doctor I am very close to gave me the experimental drug to help me with tonight. It's a drug on the order of curare but it won't kill a person if used in small doses. It will paralyse him for several hours. It is also like Viagra and will keep him erect all during his paralysis.

Mr. Stud returned to me stinking of cologne. We started right in with heavy kissing and petting. I made sure he was good and hard then asked him to pass me my drink. Frustrated, he did and to my delight grabbed his and drank it all down in one chug. He grabbed me again, hands all over my body. He started slowing down as the drug took effect. Soon he was not moving. “What's wrong with me”, he croaked. “ Tara , I need a doctor”. “Ssh, Erik, you don't need a doctor. I gave you a drug. Now I'm going to make you disappear from the face of the Earth”. He tried to speak but the drug took away that ability. There was rage in his eyes and a hint of fear. “Oh my, it looks like we have a situation”, she said as she rubbed his erection. His face flushed. Tara removed his clothes.

He is such a big ego and an asshole; I think I will be happy to have him as my toy. And he is so beautiful; he really has a fine body, and his hair so tick and black and soft. Mmmmm....

*****

I take her to my penthouse. I put on some music and dim the lights. I lead her to the bedroom and pour her a drink on her request. I excuse me and go to the bath room. I need to have a leak. After that, I wash my hands and face and put on some cologne. I walk back into the room where she is waiting. I go and sit next to her. Immediately she is all over me. Mmmm, good girl. I really get aroused and can hardly restrain myself. Then she asks for her drink. It breaks the tension and I hand it over reluctantly. In frustration I drown mine in one gulp. Time to get moving again, girl, I think when I look at her bosom and shapely body with hardly hidden lust.

*****

My hands move over her body and I am really hard and longing to get at her. But something is wrong. She seems tense and a wicked smile plays on her face. Suddenly I feel my body fail me. My movements falter and I feel faint. I ask for a doctor but she has turned like a leaf on a tree. She drugged me. I want to plea for help but I am speechless. I feel betrayed and helpless anger wells up in me. What does she want from me, what would she do to me? I am defenceless against her now and she seems to like it. She tells me bluntly that I am about to disappear from the face of the earth. I am really afraid now. Again, I try to beg for mercy or at least, ask for an explanation, but I am still unable to speak and completely paralyzed. She grabs my dick and rubs it hard as if intent to hurt it. There is nothing I can do about it and, although I feel belittled, embarrassed and afraid, my erection does not disappear.

*****

“Okay that's enough, come on take him with you now and be quick with it”, I say to myself.

I go outside to my van I hid there earlier in the day and get the wheelchair out of it. I go back upstairs and get him into the wheelchair. It's not easy but I get him inside the chair. Now I get him strapped in, don't want any mishaps. I put a coat over him, its chilly outside. I look around to see if there is anything I left. Everything is all right; no one can see that I was here. Ready to go. I look at him; he stares back at me with rage. He is being kidnapped and can't do a thing about it. He can't even get his head up, and he drools on his coat, maybe I gave him too much of the drug? Well I'll see to that when we are home.

I take him with me into the van and strap him in. I blindfold him so he can't see where I am taking him. And then the ride can begin, I have a toy with me and I can't stop thinking what I can do to him. I am so exited I can come without even touching myself.

*****

She disappears and returns with a wheelchair. With some difficulties she pulls me into the chair and straps me in. I feel deeply humiliated with the straps biting in my flesh and, paralysed, my head slumps forwards. My tongue is limp and saliva drools down from my mouth on my chest and down my crotch. I look at her with fear because there is nothing I can do but still my anger has not subsided. I was successful and got everything my way and now I am helpless like a baby. Her beauty now holds no other promise than one of menace and uncertainty. Where would she take me? What would she do to me? Would she let me life and, if so, would I not be better of dead? I deeply fear the sexual innuendo of her actions and cringe at the thought of how she could abuse me.

She cleans away all evidence of her presence. Then she drapes my overcoat around me to hide my body. Silently, she wheels me down the corridor, to the elevator. I am sure now that I shall never see this again. There is no one at this late hour and I scream my longs out for help but no sound leaves my lips except a hoarse whisper. She has prepared this well and she takes me to the service entrance. There, in the shadows stands a dark and anonymous van that no one would have noticed. She opens the doors and pulls two planks down. Over this provisional ramp she wheels the chair into the van. She puts the brakes on and takes away the coat from me. The nightly cold bites into my flesh and I shiver uncontrollably. Without paying any heed to my plight, she secures the wheelchair and me with straps to the ground. She puts the planks inside and disappears with the coat. The doors are thrown shut and I am engulfed by the dark. Without doubt she returns the coat to the penthouse so nothing would be missing. This is not an impulsive act but a well prepared and perceived plan to kidnap me. She returns after a short while. Next to my chair, she throws the false licence plates that were on the van while parked so no one would be able to trace it even if it was noticed which would be extraordinary in this neighbourhood of upstarts and rich. In the dark, I can hardly make her out but I feel the contempt and threatening lust that radiates from her. She never looked lovelier yet it instils me with nothing but fright. She puts ear phones into my ears and blindfolds me with a leather mask. I feel the noise when she starts the tape and she leaves, shutting me in once again. I hear the door of the cabin opening and the van revving up. Then I hear her voice that shouts abuse to me on the tape against the background of loud music. Blind and deafened, unable to take any note of the road or direction, numb with cold and paralysed I am ridden of to my new destiny. My penis is still erected, exposing my glowing flesh to the cold. But anger and shame have already left me to leave nothing than a void filled with primordial fear and a will to survive. I'll do everything as long as it keeps me alive, whatever she extorts from me.