The Winter Of My Blisscontent

[rockie00]

Internet, abduction, rape, bondage and SNAKES oh my

The Winter Of My Blisscontent




We had met on rc one night after I had finished reading one of his new stories. I had been reading his work for about six months and I loved the detail he went to, and the lengths he would go to in order to see to it that his victims sooner or later all submitted and most even climaxed.

He was, and still is, the only man I have ever pm'ed first but I couldn't help myself. After reading his newest story I had to contact him. And that is how it all started. We chatted quite a bit and even spoke on the phone a number of times. Most of our conversations were about me and what was going on in my life. He was much older than me and would give me direction and guidance in certain things that I was involved in. But make no mistake, there was definitely sexual tension between us.

One night, completely out of the blue, he began to undress me over the phone. He went into great detail as to how he was sliding my blouse gently over my firm, round breast. He described just how he reached behind me, slowly moving his hands over my hips and unzipping my skirt. It took him at least ten minuets to describe how he unbuckled the straps from around my ankles and slid my high heels from my feet. By the time I had my second orgasm of the night, I was completely naked, (I was actually shedding my clothes as he spoke). He said good night beautiful, and hung up the phone. He called me that even though I had never sent him a picture. He said he didn't have to see me to know that I was beautiful.

The spring turned into summer and he convinced me that we should do a rollplay on one of the rape forums, and after some convincing, because I didn't think I could do a good enough job at it, I agreed. We did the rollplay and it turned out to be pretty good. Not due to my writing ability but more because he was such a great writer.

One night while we were chatting he suggested I get a post office box because he had something he wanted to send me. I probably would have given him my actual address if he'd ask because I felt we were close enough, and I knew him well enough after six months to trust him. So I opened the post box and sure enough a week later he sent me a book. It was a book we had talked about during one of our chats that I had wanted to read but never gotten around to about the federal reserve.

He was very busy in the fall and we didn't have much time to spend together, so to speak, due to his involvement with volunteer work on the elections and the next thing I knew Thanksgiving was almost on us. We did another rollplay, this one was in private via email, and he ask me to send him a picture. I was a little reluctant at first, so he sent me some of him. He was, to say the least, very impressive for a man his age. Don't get me wrong the pictures were all G rated, fully clothed, except for one where he had his shirt off. If you can picture one of those drill Sargent's with fatigued pants and jump boots, a very buff chest and abs, and a black POW "You are not forgotten" ball cap you would have a pretty good picture of just how good he looked.

Well after that I had no choice. I figured out how to put pictures on my computer and sent him some of me in my favorite cocktail dresses. I got a little risque, showing a little more leg than I probably should have, but all in all nothing indecent. The night I sent them he called on the phone and we had a two hour conversation that I will remember the rest of my life. He rollplay raped me over the phone. He said things and described his actions so vividly that I actually went to my front door twice to make sure it was locked. When he disconnected I was stark naked, spread eagle on my bed in a full sweat and trying to catch my breath. He was unbelievable.

When I caught my breath and settled down I logged into my gmail. He had sent me a one liner.

"We need to do this rollplay in person."

I was truly terrified when I read it. I'm not quite sure why but it was probably because I was thinking the same exact thing and I knew that meant that it would probably happen. Nothing more was mentioned about it for two weeks and I mentally put the thought aside as I prepared for the holiday.

I got a gmail from him one afternoon that said simply "Go to your post office box."

I headed straight for the post office after work, very anxious to see what he had sent. Being the original "It's all about me girl" I figured he had sent me some kind of sweet little christmas present, and I was dying to open it.

I opened the box and quickly scurried off to the corner of the post office to open the envelope. Inside the envelope was a smaller envelope and a letter neatly hand written with what appeared to be an old fashioned fountain pen, in the most beautiful handwriting I had ever seen;

Rockie,
Your failure to mention my invitation to meet face to face leads me to understand that you have a reluctance to take such an impetuous action. I understand.

I've enclosed a round trip ticket from where you are to where I'll be. At the airport will be a rental car in your name. Your flight, if you decide to take it, will arrive OIA just after midnight. Pick up your rental and drive down International Drive 2.5 miles to the Marriott. I'll be in the piano lounge waiting for you. There will be a lot of people around so you will feel safe. We can chat for a while, and you can get a sense of what you will be in for if you decide to stay. I will not pressure you in any way, shape, or form.

If you decide otherwise after we have met, you will be free to turn around and drive back to the airport, and board the next flight back home with no interference from me.

Just one more thing. If you decide to make the trip, when you walk into the lounge, I want you to be wearing that little black cocktail dress and the gold spiked heels you had on in the pictures you sent me.

I won't speak to you now until we meet in the lounge.

My hands were shaking as I opened the second envelope that held the ticket. The date on the ticket was Dec 28th. I had told him that I always took a week off between Christmas and New Years. His plan was perfect. I could meet him in a safe place with people around so I knew I wasn't dealing with some wacko. If it didn't feel right I could go back home and with all the people around he wouldn't dare try and stop me.

I stayed very aroused over the next week as the days seemed like months. I thought about all the possibilities. If we decided to go through with the rollplay, would it be like we did on the net? Or would he do something completely different? Would he discuss with me just what he had planned? I stayed wet all week running all the scenarios over and over in my mind.

Sunday came and I packed one small carry on suitcase. It held everything I needed if things went right. And if things went really right it held a lot more than I needed. I had a taxi pick me up at home and take me to the airport. That way I didn't have that far to walk in these five inch spiked heels. Thank god for the moving sidewalks at my airport.

I was getting a lot of looks as I waited for them to call for boarding but that was something I expected. This little black dress was nearly backless and it was so warm in the airport I had to remove my coat. They finally boarded the plane and I was off to Orlando.

I felt the warmth of excitement in my face as I carried my small carry on with me down the airslide and on to the rental counter. He had provided me with some sort of pass so that I could go directly to the rental lot a pick up my car. It was a nice big luxury car, I think maybe a Lincoln, and I felt very safe and secure once I locked the door and fastened my seat belt.

The gps lit up automatically and the NAV button was flashing. I pushed it and it started telling me just where to go. God I love these things! I pulled out of the lot and turned right as instructed. It wasn't long at all before the reality of what I was about to do settled in on me, and I started to get that empty feeling in the pit of my stomach.

I checked the first street sign that I came to. International drive. What do you know I said to myself, the gps is right again. Two and a half miles went by extremely fast even though I was going only 20 mph the whole way, making sure not to miss the turn into the Marriott.

I got a sudden case of panic when I spotted the familiar Marriott logo and involuntarily slammed on the brakes. I let off the brakes and turned into the parking lot and chuckled at my schoolgirl behavior. I pulled into a parking space about four rows away from the front door. The lot was pretty full, I guessed due to the lateness of the evening and that most folks were already in their room and fast asleep.

For a moment I sat and stared at the front door, partially because I wanted to see who came in and out of the lounge and partially due to the fact that my knees were shaking and I was afraid I would not be able to walk in my heels.

Two couples came out shortly, one woman tall and blond, the other an absolutely beautiful redhead and dressed to the nines. I felt much better about the cocktail dress I was wearing. The only thing worse than being under dressed is being way, way overdressed.

I screwed up my courage, stopped my knees from rattling and swung the heavy door open. I stood in the opening between the door and the car staring at the front door of the Marriott thinking to myself that this might be my last chance to walk away from this crazy escapade. He was sitting in there waiting for me. Waiting to display himself as a sane, calm and nonthreatening person. He was going to be selling himself as "safe" to enter into this arrangement with. He would use the same charm he used to get me naked over the phone and screaming for him to fuck me.

I had to be able to look in his eyes and read the deceit or sincerity, and not listen to the silky words as they flowed from his velvet lips. I had just stepped back two steps and slammed the door shut when the smell of leather filled my nostrils and an instant later the leather covered vice like grip slid firmly over my mouth. Before I had time to react I was snatched off my feet into the air, screaming into the glove I swung my legs wildly trying to kick at anything.

Just then I hear the roar of a car engine and then suddenly the squealing of brakes as a huge black Lincoln stops dead right next to me. My eyes meet with the drivers as I'm carried towards the back of the car. I hear the click and see the trunk opening slowly as a second man takes hold of my ankles. I twist and turn trying to loosen their grip to no avail. With an economy of movement and commotion they drop me into the trunk and slam the lid shut.

The finality of that trunk slamming shut was the most horrific moment of my life. They had taken me so fast, with such military precision. This wasn't my on line roll play mate.....this was different.....this was almost professional. Oh my god. Was I being abducted into the white slave trade? Oh god, what have I gotten myself into?

I felt the slamming of two car doors and the Lincoln slowly pulled away. My knees were shaking once again and I felt my way around the trunk. It was padded all over with a thick foam material. I was laying on it, it was on the trunk lid and the walls of the trunk. It made it impossible for me to hear anything outside the trunk or in the passenger compartment.

I was terrified, more terrified than I had ever been. The ride lasted over an hour. We traveled fast and slow over normal roads and probably interstate judging from the speed and the smoothness of the ride. And then finally ten minuets of bumpy dirt road that I thought would never end and I knew when it did my real trouble would just be beginning.

The car came to an abrupt stop. When the trunk lid opened I was ready. I had managed to crouch down on my knees and sprung at the first figure I saw. My nails were quickly dug into the face of what I think was the driver, and I ripped as hard as I could. A second man, probably the one who had originally grabbed me, tried to take hold of my ankle. I was able to draw back my other leg and punch the point of my stiletto into his chest. Unfortunately not deep enough to do any real damage.

The third one was on me in an instant, and he was not to be put off. His grip around my waist was like a steel vise. He quickly lifted me into the air and throwing me to the ground. The driver pulled me to my feet and spun me around pushing me up against the Lincoln. The blood from my nails was flowing down his face as he drew back to hit me. The third man caught his fist before he was able to deliver his blow.

"What the fuck are you doing" screamed the driver. "Do you see what this bitch did to me?"

"We weren't hired to beat her up asshole, all we have to do is deliver her."

The driver released his grip on me and turned quickly punching the third man in the face. They both went to the ground in what looked like may be a fight to the death. These were all big, tough, mean men. I started to move slowly away from the action thinking I may be able to sneak into the car and get away while they were fighting.

Just as I opened the car door the man I had stabbed with my heel grabbed me from behind and forced me face down across the hood of the car. His hands went directly to my thighs as he quickly pulled my dress up over my ass.

"You think you're gonna get away with stabbing me whore?" he said as he slid my panties down around my thighs.

"Please......I didn't mean to stab you. I.....I was just scared."

"No dice bitch, you're about to pay for what you did."

I felt him slide his hand between us opening his zipper. He pulled out his cock and pressed it against my ass. He was big, not the biggest but big enough, and hard as steel. I begged him to stop but he wouldn't hear it. I could only hope he wanted my pussy and not my ass.

I tried to straighten up but he quickly shoved me back down. He spread my cheeks and his cock head touched my rosebud. I began to violently wiggle my ass and scream as loud as I've ever screamed hoping to draw the attention of the one in the fight that stopped the driver from beating me up.

Just as he began to push into me I heard a strange "click" and the man behind me froze.

"Is that pretty little pink ass worth getting your brains blown all over the windshield of the Lincoln?"

I looked over my shoulder, and there with the biggest handgun I had ever seen, resting against the temple of my about-to-be rapist, was a man dressed totally in black with a full leather mask covering his entire head and face.

The man behind me let me go and raised his hands immediately just as the other two who were fighting came running around the rear of the car. The stranger shifted his aim at the two.

"It was such a simple task I asked you to do for me wasn't it? Find me a pretty girl, preferably from out of town so she won't be missed right away, and deliver her here to me. And I get here to find two of you who seem in need of medical attention and this moron with his cock in her ass!"

"No sir....no no... I swear I didn't fuck her yet.........."

The stranger put two fingers under my chin lifting my face.

"Did this moron penetrate you dear?"

I had the feeling all I had to say was yes and he would have blown this guys head off, and it was tempting, but I had enough troubles of my own right now and causing the stranger to kill someone wasn't going to improve my situation.

"No" I said as my eyes strained to see the face behind the mask. "No he didn't."

His eyes left mine and traveled down my body. I don't remember anyone ever looking at me so intensely before. His head cocked first left then right as his eyes seemed to savor each and every curve of my body.

"Pull your panties up." He said to me as he took an envelope out of his pocket and handed it to the man who stopped the driver from hitting me. "Now you three get the hell out of here."

I watched as the three brutes hurried to their car and spun their tires getting away. The stranger opened his coat and put his gun in a shoulder holster and then turned back to me.

"Turn around" he spoke with a stern voice. I obeyed immediately. After a few seconds he said in a very low voice, "Very nice.....very nice."

"Tell me" he said as the cool night air began to chill me to the bone, "If you get the opportunity will you try and escape?"

I thought about my answer long and hard. Was he trying to see if I would lie to him?

"Yes I would." I felt him step closer to me.

"Put your hands behind your back." he ordered.

I had no choice. As quick as I obeyed him I felt the cold steel of handcuffs close around my right wrist and then the left. He was very close to me now and my finger tips brushed his trousers as he leaned in and covered my head with a black cloth bag. It was a very strange sensation. His presence was enormous.

I felt the tips of four fingers against my naked back guiding me and indicating without words he wanted me to move. I followed his lead, much as you would the push and pull of someone you were dancing with. He stopped me and I heard the car door open. Then with complete precision he turned me, and folded me into the car, gently lifting my legs in and closing the door. I sensed he had put me in the back seat as we began to move down the road.

I was afraid to know, and there was no way I could come right out and ask. What would I say? Excuse me but are you the on line pervert that I flew in to discuss a rape rollplay with? What if it wasn't him?

It must be him. I choose to believe it's him.This is way too big of a coinsidence. Is it possible that I fly in for a fantasy rape rollplay and actually get abducted and raped? No, I don't think so.......What if this isn't about rape? what if this guy is a sadist, what if this is about torture and dismemberment?
Oh my god I've got to know........I've got to know.

"You know" I said in my most confident voice, "You know this is not what we agreed on."

He said nothing.

I had to try again, I couldn't let it go.

"What about the conversation?.........What happened to you can turn around and drive back to the airport?"

Again, no reply.

It was if he knew nothing of what I spoke. It was as if he was not my cyber roll play partner. Nothing I said drew a response or even a recognition that I had even spoken. He was a terrifying presence.

He drove another twenty minuets before coming to a stop. First his door opened and closed and then mine. The air had turned colder and I assumed that was because we were deeper in to the central forida wetlands. I could feel the difference in the area as he pulled me from the car. The air was wet with the smells of the swamp and full of the sounds of its animals. I felt that I was very far from anything or any body that could help me.

Again with those fingers against my bare back he guided me. When we stopped I heard what sounded like a key open a door. "Step up" he commanded.

My mind was swirling, I couldn't focus, I knew if he got me into his house that I was lost. I panicked and turned to run. Whipping my head from side to side I managed to get the black cloth sack off so I could see where to run. I headed down a dirt path and passed the car we had come in. I knew if I could hide long enough to work these cuffs over my ass and legs I would have a chance.

Suddenly there came the schrill sound of a whistle and within seconds the two largest dogs I have ever seen came charging down the road, passing me, and on the command of a second whistle stopped dead and blocked the road in front of me. I started to walk by them and they both, as if on command, snarled their jowls back and showed me their teeth.

He walked calmly up from behind and both dogs dropped onto their haunches immediatly. He then asked me the question that sent chills throughout my entire body.

"What is your name?" he said quietly.

The reality of what his question meant hit me like a brick and my knees gave way. I dropped to the ground sobbing. He reached down and helped me to my feet by my arm.

Again he asked, "Your name?"

Through my sobs and sniffeling I was able to utter my name.

"Roxanne" I said, expecting some kind of threat of what may happen to me if I tried to escape again.

"Well then Roxanne" he said as he started me back towards the house, "You run remarkably well in those spiked heels."

When we reached the house he ushered me into a very large, very dimly lit room. The walls were black and erie looking. As my eyes adjusted to the lack of light I saw there was a rather large, probably a king size bed at one end of the room. There was a table of sorts next to the bed and things hanging from the ceiling over and around the bed. There was also a table that was padded and covered in black leather. It was the kind of table you would see in a health studio where they do massages. There were chains hanging near the foot of the table and attached to the chains were some sort of leather ankle or wrist restraints.

The silence in the room was deafening as he moved me to a chair near the center. "Don't move" he said. I stood motionless and terrified. He walked to the table and opened a drawer. When he returned he knealt in front of me and fastened my ankles together with a set of leather cuffs that were padded with foam and buckled tightly with large brass buckles.

I found it hard to keep my balance with my wrist behind my back and not able to move my feet. My tears had dried and I was able to control my fear long enough to realize that I was in the hands of evil. He didn't know my name and he had no idea what I was talking about in the car. I had to accept the fact that he was not my cyber playmate and that I had been randomly picked by his hired thugs in the hotel parking lot.

I screwed up my courage and asked him bluntly,"What do you intend to do with me."

He slid his palm gently across my cheek and into the long lengths of my hair and whispered, "Everything my dear, absolutly everything."

I shuddered at the sound of his voice. I don't know why, he didn't have a british accent, but somehow his voice and demeanor reminded me of the part Anthony Hopkins played in Silence. It had a calming effect, yet at the same time there wasn't a fiber in my body that wasn't absolutly horrified.

He took a black cloth from his pocket, folding it twice and wrapping it around my eyes and tying it behind my head. "What are you doing......why are you blindfolding me" I demanded. No reply

Suddenly bright flashes of light shown through my blindfold. One after another in very quick sequence. My god he was taking pictures of me. "Stop it" I screamed "Stop that this very instant" I screamed so hard that I almost through myself off balance. He ignored me and continued to take pictures. He must have taken a whole roll of film before the flashing and whirring of the camara stopped.

"You're a very attractive young women Roxanne, I'm indeed fortunate to have found you. Now then, there is a stool directly behind you, please sit down."

I tried to feel the stool with the backs of my legs but the restraints made it impossible to move them far enough back to touch the stool. I was afraid he just wanted to see me fall backwards while he took more pictures.

"You will learn Roxanne, to trust what I say" I could feel him right in front of me. His presence was enormous. I could taste his breath and breath his scent. Suddenly his lips touched mine. They were warm and moist and I jerked my head back with sufficent force to cause me to lose balance and fall back onto the stool. "You see? There was no reason not to trust me was there?"

He walked behind me and unlocked my handcuffs. He put leather restraints on my wrist like he had put on my ankles. He attached them together but this time in front. For the next ten minuets or so he left me on the stool as he moved about the room. I heard drawers open and close, tables rolled across the old wooden floor and the clatter of things. Finally the sound of ice hitting in a glass and his footsteps making their way back to me.

I first felt the cold rim of the glass against my lower lip and then the sweetness of the amaretta de sarone on my tongue. He put the sniffter in my hands.

"Now Roxanne I'm going to leave you for twenty minuets or so and when I return we'll get started.Make very sure you don't remove your blindfold while I'm gone"

"What ........what do you mean?.........get started with what?"

I heard the door close and what sounded like a deadbolt slide shut. What did he mean get started? God......what was he going to do to me?

I sat there paralyzed too scared to move. What were all those sounds he had made? What was he getting ready? What did he roll across the floor? I had to see, I had to know what he was planning. I moved my hands slowly towards my face. I'll push the blindfold up just a little so I can see around the room.

But wait.....what if he is somehow watching. What if he has a camara somewhere in the room? What if he really didn't leave and he is standing here watching me? I don't care I have to know. Slowly I push the cloth up. The dimly lit room makes it hard to focus. And then I see it as the abject terror paralyzes me.

His two dogs........on their haunches not more than three feet from me. My hands are frozen in fear. I literitly can not move. Both dogs stand simultaniously and move right to my feet and sit back down. I can barely move my fingers to pull the blindfold back down and sit completely rigid for the next twenty minuets.

"I see you were not able to resist the temptation to take a look around the room Roxann." He said with that soft, almost gentle patrinizing voice." I hope the boys here wern't too awfully rough with you......or do you like it rough Roxann? Well, never mind, we'll find that out soon enough won't we?"

He put two fingers under my chin applying upward pressure, indicating he wanted me back on my feet. I posistioned my feet under me and raised myself to a full standing position.

"What.........what are you doing?" I asked through trembleing lips.

It took just seconds for my question to be answered as his nimble fingers began to slowly slide the straps of my dress down and over my shoulders.

"I want you naked, my beautiful young whore, completely and devastatingly naked."

He moved from one shoulder to the next, meticulously, as if there was a perfect way to remove the top of a cocktail dress. I felt the cool air on my chest and the warmth of his nearby fingers. The silk slid gently down over my breast stopping at my nipples. I felt his breathing deepen, much like a race horse who knows he is about to come out of the gate, and is taking in as much oxygen as possible. I felt the slight tug of his finger on my dress between my breast as the silky top dropped the rest of the way to my waist.

I had been naked in front of men before, plenty of times. Even strangers, one night stands. But never had I ever felt so vunerable, so completely at a mans mercy.

I felt the tips of his fingers glide lightly over my breast. Almost as if he was afraid to touch them.....afraid he would ruin something. "They are lovely Roxann, so round, so perfectly round and firm......and your nipples...so large and so very hard. Are you cold Roxann?" He asked with a wicked little laugh.

I heard what sounded like a chair or a stool being dragged across the creaky wooded floor and stopped directly in front of me. I felt him move behind me raising my arms , one at a time, over my head and attach each wrist to an overhead chain. He had me stretched taut to a point where I almost had to stand on my tip toes.

The warmth of his breath on the back of my neck was daunting and again made me realize the seriousness of my situation. "Please mister.....please don't hurt me." I begged.

He slid around to my front and sat on the stool. An animalistic groan of pleasure came from him as his hands settled on my hips. His fingers slipped inside of my dress as he stretched it down and over my hips. I got the strangest kind of rush as the silky material glided past my thighs and settled around my ankles. His hands slid up and over my hips, tracing the line of my waist and sliding behind to the small of my back. I could feel his breath on my belly, his lips so close but never touching, his fingers once again barely touching my breast as he continued his sensual tour of my nakedness.

His fingers traced back down my belly to my panties. I felt the black lace pressed into my flesh as his hands finally applied pressure with his touch. He was massaging my hips with the heels of his hands while his fingers taunted and teased under the waistband of my panties.

And suddenly they were gone.

Somehow, with one lightening movement, he had snatched my panties completely off of my body and he had me completely naked.

Again his breath on my belly moving slowly up and up until finally his lips against my flesh. Lightly kissing, touching, tasting. His hands on the back of my hips, holding and caressing while his mouth inched its way closer and closer to my breast. I wanted to scream for him to stop, that he didn't have the right.....but I couldn't. I wouldn't if I could. God help me I wanted it. I wanted it so badly.

He took my nipple between his wet, warm lips and began to feast on my breast. He became a madman. His tongue moved like a slithering snake from my nipples around my breast and back. I cried out, "Stop please stop you're scaring me......don't hurt me please." He pulled his stool closer, wrapping his arms around my back and drawing me tight against his leathered face. For the next ten minuets he ravaged my chest and belly with his lips, his tongue, his mouth. He worked me into such a frenzy. I could hardly catch my breath and then he stopped. He left me at the height of my arousal. My mind was swirling. What now? I thought as he went behind me and slipped my blindfold off. "You're a very passionate young woman Roxanne, you'll do very well during you're time with me."

"This isn't right.........you need to turn me loose." I said as I tried to regain my breath.

He moved back in front of me and pulled his shirt over his head. His chest was heavily muscled and covered with thick salt and pepper hair. His biceps were very large and well defined, not like someone who was a body builder but more like a man who had been working and doing hard physical labor all his life. His right shoulder had the Marine Corps symble tatooed on it with what appeared to be a bullet hole scar right in the center. He turned his back to me and unbuckled his trousers. He had a very ugly scar right next to spine that looked like some kind of knife wound. He dropped his trousers.

My whole body trembled with fear as he stepped out of his pants and turned around. I tried to keep eye contact as long as I could. He stared intently into my eyes as if to challenge me. As if to say "Go ahead, take a look, you know you want to."

He took two steps forward. His eyes never left mine. He knew I would have to make an overt effort to look down now to see him, to see what I so badly needed to see. I wouldn't look. I wouldn't admit to him that I so wanted to see his manhood. He kept staring, it seemed like forever until he finally spoke.

"Look down Roxanne"

"I will not"

"You want to look down Roxanne"

"I do not."