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  "That's it, kitten. Come for me. Again. Come on my cock!"

  He pinches my clit between thumb and forefinger, and the pain and pleasure catapults me over the cliff. The stranger stifles my scream with his mouth. My body trembles, my pussy clenches around the hard intruder and I see stars before my eyes. The stranger fucks me harder now. Faster. So deep that he pushes against my cervix, but the slight pain does not disturb me in my ecstasy. His mouth leaves mine as he throws his head back and comes with a soft growl. I feel his thick shaft twitching inside me, and I wish I could see his expression, but it is too dark. I don’t have the slightest idea how my mysterious lover looks like. How did I let this happen? I'm afraid of men. A dark stranger who touches me intimately should make me panic, and yet I have given myself to him. I have felt the greatest ecstasy I have ever experienced. My own pathetic attempts at masturbation are just too ridiculous compared to what the mysterious intruder has done to me.

  I perceive on the edge how the stranger moves over me. He seems to pick something up off the floor next to the bed. My heart beats restlessly as he presses his big hand on my mouth.

  "Sorry, kitten. It is better if you sleep now," he says, and then I feel a sting on my neck. I scream against his hand and try to buck him off, but he is too strong. I feel my senses dwindling. "Sleep well and sweet dreams," the stranger murmurs into my ear. "We’ll meet again, kitten."

  Then everything around me goes dark.

  Alic

  I look down upon my peacefully sleeping beauty. The sex with her had been phenomenal. At first I wasn't sure if I could seduce her. I had felt that there was a deep-seated fear in her that went deeper than the mere fear of a strange man in the dark. But her body reacted to me as if she were made for me. I shake my head over this nonsensical thought. She is not made for me. No woman is. She is a victim. Like the others. I'll visit her twice more. The third time, I will kill her. Like the other women. There's nothing special about her, I tell myself, even if a part deep down in my cold heart protests. But I cannot resist bending over her and pressing a kiss on her slightly parted lips. Her sweet scent makes my cock twitch with new awakened need. Fuck! I should be satisfied after the explosive sex we had. But my body craves more. Too bad she's already unconscious. Sex with an inanimate doll is not for me. I hastily step back and remove the condom from my dick. After I get dressed, I stow the used rubber in my trouser pocket. Then I remove my traces. In the bedroom as well as on the balcony. As long as she's alive, no forensic team will show up, but when I finally kill her, that will change. I can't risk making a mistake. My caution has ensured that after eleven murders I am still at large. At some point, my luck will run out. I know that. History shows that, sooner or later, every serial killer is caught. But I do everything to delay the inevitable. I won't rot in a cell for the rest of my life for what I've done. It’s almost certain that I will get the death penalty, and that's okay. I never expected to grow old and gray. I don’t deserve a long and happy life. I know that.

  I'll take one last glance at Sleeping Beauty. It's amazing, she has such an effect on me when she doesn't fit the profile of my usual victims at all. With the black hair that frames her face, the white skin and the red lips, she looks like Snow White. I smile as I imagine her in a glass coffin. She would be a beautiful vision. The thought makes me hard again, and I rush to turn my eyes away. But who knows? Maybe I will change my tactics for her and put her on display in a glass coffin for the police to find. The idea has something to it; I decide as I quietly slip out of the room.

  Chapter 2

  Heather

  My head hurts when I wake up. Did I drink too much last night? I can't remember. My thoughts are like cotton wool. I open my eyes and moan softly. What happened last night? When did I go to bed? I sit up and sigh as I massage my throbbing temples. My eyes fall on the curtains blowing in the breeze. The balcony door is open. I never leave it open. Suddenly the memory comes back. The stranger! Oh, my God! My heart races, and my stomach is in knots. What have I done? I have given myself to a complete stranger. A man that never showed his face, nor do I know who he is. For any other woman this may not be so extraordinary, but I have a deep-seated fear of men. I am also much too uptight to react like this – so shamelessly. Even if I pleasure myself now and then, I feel a deep shame, even if nobody witnesses my secret actions. Where had my fear been when the unknown man grabbed me? I had been afraid, of course, but I had also been aroused. A few kisses on my neck, a few touches of his big hands, and I had forgotten all my fears. I shook my head; incredulous that such a thing could happen to me of all people. My fingers touch my lips. They are still a little swollen from my mysterious lover's kisses. No! He is not a lover! He's a man who takes what he wants. He's left me no choice!

  But you gave yourself to him, argues my inner voice.

  Yes, I had let him. And I enjoyed it. I'd come so hard I'd seen stars. But what had happened then? Why can I not remember him leaving? Then it comes to me.

  "Sorry, kitten. It's better if you sleep now," he had whispered before I had felt a sting on my neck. I had screamed against his hand and tried to throw him off, but he had been too strong. Then my senses had dwindled. "Sleep well and sweet dream," the stranger had whispered into my ear. "We'll meet again, kitten."

  A frightened scream comes over my lips as I remember, and my hand goes to the spot where the needle had hit me. The stranger drugged me. He must have had the syringe with the drug on him the whole time, so he had planned the whole thing.

  "We’ll meet again, kitten."

  I jump out of bed and look around in panic. What do I do? Call my sister? I mean, she works for the FBI. Susan will tell me what to do. A man who invades my bedroom, seduces me and sedates me is no ordinary man. That much is clear. On shaky knees, I go to my bedside table and reach for my phone. It takes me two tries before I manage to call up my contacts. Susan is at the top of my list. I press my finger on the green symbol for dialing and hold my phone to my ear. It rings three times, but the call goes to voicemail. Damn it!

  "Hello, Susan! It's me. It's... I think I am ... in danger. Please call me back quickly. It's, uh... it's urgent. Please," I say after the beep, and then I end the call and put my cell phone back on the night cabinet with shaking hands.

  It's early afternoon, and Susan still hasn't called back. Several times I thought about confiding in my dad, but I'm too ashamed of having given myself to a complete stranger. Susan won't judge me, but my father is a different story. I'm nervous, and the air in the house suddenly seems stuffy. Which is absurd. With the big rooms and high ceilings. But I need fresh air. It is cold today, so I put on my cardigan and slip into my flat shoes before I leave the house. I walk the path that leads to the back of the house. The air is fresh and I greedily suck it in. When I arrive at the back garden, I already feel much better. But it is too cold to sit on the terrace. I need to move to keep warm. So I continue my way and wander through the garden. I am on my way to my favorite place, a small pond with a hidden pavilion. I often come to the pond because it is so peaceful there. The pavilion has a small wood stove. I can make a fire and sit on one of the comfortable sofas. Then I will try again to reach Susan.

  Arrived at the pond, I enter the pavilion, and my gaze goes to the basket with the wood. I have luck. There is enough wood to keep the fire going for a while. I bend down in front of the stove and start piling wood in. After I have prepared everything, I light a paper and push it under the smaller wood which will start the fire. Satisfied, I straighten up and take a step back. My back collides with something hard, and a scream comes over my lips, which is immediately smothered by a big hand.

  Alic

  I can't get that girl out of my head. In any other case, I come to my victims under cover of darkness, but I can't stay away from her any longer. I have been watching the house for over an hour to find out where my kitten is and how I can best get her alone. The property is guarded, but the guards don’t have dogs. So far I have been able to avoid being dis
covered. When a figure comes along the path, leading from the front of the building to the back garden, my lips curl into a grin. It's her. My kitten. And she comes ever closer through the garden. I seek shelter in the dark shade of the trees until she has passed me and I follow her. After about ten minutes she reaches a small pond. A pavilion stands in the shade of the trees. She disappears into it and I sneak closer. Through the windows, I watch her kneel in front of a small wood stove, starting a fire. I walk on quiet soles into the pavilion before she has finished her task. My heart beats faster as she rises. I am right behind her. She takes a step back and crashes right into me. I smother her scream with my hand. With my free arm, I embrace her and hold her close to me. Her sweet scent and the prospect of what I will do to her makes me hard at once.

  "Hello, kitten", I murmur in her ear.

  She fights me with all her might, but she has no chance against my strength. I hold her until she has exhausted her strength and slackens in my arm.

  "That's it, kitten. There's no use fighting me."

  She tries to turn around, but my grip on her is too tight.

  "Sorry, kitten. I can't let you see me. Or anyone to hear you. I will gag you and tie you up. Then I will blindfold you. Don’t be afraid, kitten. All I want is to make you feel good. You'll enjoy it, I promise you."

  My hand silences her protest. I push her forward until her knees hit a couch. Mercilessly, I force her down until she kneels on the soft sofa, and her upper body is trapped between the backrest and me. Then I release my hand from her middle and pull the gag out of my jacket pocket. She hardly has a chance to make a sound as I replace my hand with the ball gag and fasten it. Then I bring her hands behind her back, moving my upper body so that she has no chance to see me despite her wild struggles. Holding her two wrists in one hand, I pull the rope from my pocket and tie her up. Last thing I do is put on a blindfold. After I have secured her like this, I let go of her and take a step back to examine my work. She cannot escape me. She knows that, too. Instead of making such a foolish attempt, she has curled up on the couch like a baby. She's sobbing. She's frightened. Understandably so. But not for long. I'll draw her attention to more pleasant things.

  "Beautiful, my kitten. So vulnerable. So – MINE."

  Heather

  "Beautiful, my kitten. So vulnerable. So – MINE," I hear the stranger say with satisfaction.

  My heart beats so hard and so fast that my chest hurts. I am so afraid. I am bound, gagged and blind. I stand no chance against this man. How did he get past the guards? I made the mistake of feeling safe on our property. Besides, I didn't expect him to be back so soon. I thought I would have more time. If only Susan had called back. Or, if I hadn't gone into the garden. Or if I...

  Stop it, says my inner voice. If only, if, if, if! It's useless to waste your time thinking about that. Better come up with an idea how to get your ass out of this situation!

  What can I do? I don't stand a chance!

  Before my inner dialogue can bring me a solution, I feel the hands of my tormentor on me. He lifts me up and positions me so that I am placed face down over the backrest. The gag swallows the sound of my whimper. I feel the warm breath of the stranger as he leans over me and pushes my hair aside. I inhale his now familiar scent. For some reason, it calms me.

  "Sshhh, kitten. Nothing's gonna happen to you. Settle! Remember how good it felt last night?"

  His lips press on my neck and despite my fear, heat spreads in my core and I feel a nervous flutter in my stomach, from both fear and excitement. Adrenalin floods my veins. I am so helpless. So vulnerable. To my astonishment, this hopeless situation speaks to a dark part of my inner being that I had no idea exists.

  "That's it, kitten. – Settle. Surrender. There's nothing you can do. I can make you feel good, if you let me. It can be pleasant for you. All you have to do is let go, and trust me."

  Trust? Trust a man who drugged me? The guy's completely nuts. But he's right when he says there's nothing I can do. Knowing that giving in is my only alternative, I relax into submission.

  "That’s a good kitten," praises my unknown lover. "That's my girl. So beautifully submissive. My sweet pet."

  Warm hands slide under my sweater and cup my breasts, while the stranger places soft kisses and light bites on my sensitive neck. I groan against the gag. My nerve endings are on fire. I think I have never been so aroused in my life. Not even last night, and that was already the most exciting thing that ever happened to me. Pain and lust makes me cry out as the stranger rolls my nipples between his fingers. My clit throbs with desire, but I still have my jeans on. I press myself against the stranger’s hard body, feel his erection. The knowledge that he desires me, that he is hard for me, goes to my head like a cocktail of potent drugs.

  "Greedy little kitten," says the stranger with a quiet laugh. "Don't worry, I'll take care of you. You'll come so hard for me, you'll see stars."

  His hands wander to the waistband of my jeans and open them. With practiced efficient movements, he pulled the pants down to my knees. Lifting one knee after the other, I help him take off the jeans the rest of the way. A hand is cupping my pussy possessively, and I rub against him with a whimper.

  "Not so fast, kitten!" The stranger warns with a hard slap on my butt. "I'm in control, not you! Hold still if you want me to let you come."

  He's in control. All I have to do is let him do his thing. The thought is comforting. I let myself fall, and my body becomes soft and yielding. My cheek rests on the back of the sofa, and I close my eyes behind the blindfold.

  "This is it, kitten. Place yourself under my control, and I will take care of you. Such a good pet," says the stranger, and his praise makes me feel strangely content.

  The pressure of his hand on my pussy intensifies and the ball of his hand rubs in slow circles over my sensitive pearl. Hot need flows through my veins, and the tension in my belly increases as I approach the peak.

  I whimper as the hand disappears. Fractions of seconds later I feel a jerk, hear a tear and cool air hits my pussy, as my dark lover rips my panties off – yet again. His fingers find my wetness and spread it on my clit. With fast movements he stimulates my pearl while he torments my neck with sharp bites. The tension in my body becomes stronger and stronger, unbearable.

  "Come!" His rough voice demands at my ear, and a sharp pain makes me fall over the cliff, as he twirls my clit hard between his fingers. I scream against the gag. Stars explode in my darkness. My body trembles and shakes as the orgasm makes my muscles twitch. The climax seems to have no end as I forget space and time. Something is pressing hard against my opening, and then I am stretched to the extreme when the stranger rams his big cock into me. It hurts, but I am too euphoric to be bothered by it. On the contrary. I welcome the pain as the stranger takes over my body. He fucks me hard and deep. Mercilessly, he hammers into me again and again. Only his big hands on my hips keep me in place. I race towards the peak again. The brutal way my dark lover takes me is too much and yet not enough. I float helplessly in the darkness, the hands of the stranger my only anchor in the roaring sea.

  "Kitten," he growls. "Come for me. Come on my cock!"

  My body has no choice but to obey. It's as if the stranger has known my body for ages. He has complete control over it. The gag muffles my scream, as I come so hard that I fear my poor galloping heart will not survive. I collapse. Strong hands clasp around my neck, putting pressure on my throat.

  Panic grips me as I slowly run out of air. I feel the stranger's hot breath on my ear as he still pushes hard and fast into me.

  "Don’t be afraid, kitten. Don’t fight it. Give in," he murmurs. His voice is hypnotic. Lightning flashes white before my eyes behind the blindfold. My heart is pounding. I feel dizzy.

  "Settle, kitten." The words come as if from far away. "Give in. All is well. Settle. Settle. Settle..."

  My vaginal muscles contract as another climax crashes over me. Everything becomes light. I float, until darkness comes over me.


  Alic

  My kitten slackens under me when her pussy once again grips my cock hard. My hold around her throat loosens a split second before I come with a deep growl. Ecstasy races through my veins, my nerves tingle, as I come so hard that I see stars. My cock twitches in her tightness until I have spent the last drop. Slowly, I pull my dick out of her and stow the condom in my pocket. Then I bend over my unconscious kitten. I put a finger on her pulse. It's steady and strong. I look at her soft body. Her cheeks are red and her lips slightly parted. She is as responsive to my touch as no woman has ever been. It's almost a shame to kill her next time. I'm sure I'll never find another woman who satisfies me the way she does.

  "Sweet dreams, kitten," I whisper before I remove the gag, blindfold and rope and stow the items in my rucksack. Then I remove all traces and cover the still unconscious woman with a woolen blanket which lies on an armchair by the stove. The fire will burn for a while. My kitten will come too soon. She should be safe. It is not that cold yet, anyway.

  A ringing breaks the silence. My gaze goes to the jeans on the floor. She must have her cell in them. I let it ring. Taking one last glance at my kitten, I leave the pavilion.

  Until next time, kitten.

  Chapter 3

  Heather

  A ringing pulls me out of the darkness. I open my eyes and register confused, that I am not in my bedroom. I am lying on a couch in the pavilion. Abruptly, I sit up as the memories come back. Oh, my God! The stranger! He did come back. He tied me up, gagged me and blindfolded me. Then he made me come like I've never experienced before. Then he... I furrow my brow as I try to remember. What happened next? His hands had been around my neck. He squeezed until I couldn’t breathe. I must have fainted. Not only that. I dimly remember coming again before I lost consciousness. He must have put a blanket over me before he left. Like a worried lover, not the mad stranger who violates helpless women.