A walk on the wild side
 

OOC: This is a new story line with a certain member in mind already. So the roles are already taken. I hope that everyone will enjooy this tale as much as they have my others.

He walked into the little Bistro, he saw her sitting in a booth reading her school text book. She looked like she was only a freshman, maybe a transfer. As he walked by and glanced at her lithe body, she appeared to drop a pen from the table. He stops and bends over to pick it up for her.

As he hands her the pen, he notices her icy blue eyes and dark brown hair. He makes eye contact, but she breaks it relatively quickly. "You must be more careful, you could accidentally trip someone and then what would you do?" She smiles demurely, but not looking at him. He looks her over and see......

Re: A walk on the wild side
 

Amy Stanford was a new college student at a new school in a new city. The summer after graduating high school, she was elated at finally recieving her acceptance letter to State. She was from a very small town and was excited to be able to mix with the thousands that were enrolled there. Unfortunately, it wasn't that easy.

Amy was shy, quiet, and had reserved morals and values that just didn't intermingle with college life so she found herself like this more than once, sitting alone studying in this little Bistro drinking her hot tea and eating muffins.

It was a cool mid-winter day, and Amy was studying for her Trigonometry mid-term. She hated math. She always loved it in high school and kept high marks, mostly A's. But in college, she was fighting for a low D. She was tapping her pen against her text book and reading her lessons and notes for the thousandth time when the pen flew from her hand and landed on the floor.

A man that looked to be in his late 20's, early thirties maybe picked it up and layed it on the table beside her book. She met his eyes for a half a second with a meek, but thankful smile. He says in a gentle voice, almost like a kindergarten teacher, "You must be more careful, you could accidentally trip someone and then what would you do?" She smiles again nervously without looking at him and takes a sip of her tea.

William was a graduate student and loved to hit the Bistro to find new prospects in his research. And now he might have a new subject.

He could see the small smile slightly hidden by her hair and politely walks away. He finds a table that is across from her, but not directly so she doesn't see him right away. He pulls out his notebooks and looks like he is ready to study. He grabs a pencil from his satchel and begins to sketch a picture of the meek girl across from him.

As he is watching her, she seems drawn into her own little world and doesn't notice anyone or anything around her. She is so into what she is doing with her studies, that she doesn't even notice that she is being watched. She shifts in her booth and Will is able to get a glimpse of the lower part of her thigh.

He flips to another page and quickly sketches the anatomy that she is showing. He looks her over and see that she is wearing a turtle neck and skirt. She is not trying to show off, but hoping that someone might notice her and her body. Will then wonders if she is a virgin. Very quickly his mind wanders and he before he realizes it, he has an erection hidden under the table. As his little warped fantasy fills his mind, the waitress arrives to refill his coffee and walks away.

Amy takes the last sip of her tea and looks up to find a waitress to refill her cup. She looks around and sees a waitress at a table near hers. She waits patiently for the waitress to finish with the man at the table before she calls on her. As the waitress turns to her she notices that the man at the table was the gentleman that had returned her pen. He was looking directly at her.

Amy flushed crimson. She wasn't used to having someone looking at her. She didn't know whether to be flattered or afraid. But, he looked like a sweet man, and after all, he'd been courteous enough to return her pen. So, she smiled sweetly at him, waited for the waitress to return with her cup and continued her studies, glancing up every now and then to see if he was still looking.

William was caught. He thought that he was better than that, but he was caught. But it did not seem that it bothered her, so he continued to watch, but being more careful this time though. The thought of her flush and smile sent a chill through him and rush that he enjoyed. It went all the way through him and down to his member. As it became erect, he knew that she was the one for his new project and he couldn't wait until he approached her.

He choose to sit and continue to watch her though and see what she would do. As she worked on her studies, looking up upon occasion to see if he was watching her. Sometimes he let her catch him, but most of the times he didn't. He wondered how long she would stay here and work instead of return to her room.

Amy continued her studies, still glancing up every now and then as she sipped her tea. She decided she was just being paranoid. What was he suppose to be doing, looking every other way except at her? She was in his clear view so it was only logical that he would have to glance by her now and then.

A few minutes later she grabbed up her things, took the last sip of her tea, decided there was no more preparing she could possibly do for her test, and asked for her check as she shrugged on her coat. She paid the cashier and started out the door onto the sidewalk for the 6 block trudge back to her campus apartment.

He watches her gather her things and then she leaves. He sits and thinks a few minutes and then decides that if wants the desried results to continue he had better follow her quick.

He hastily grabs his things and pays his bill on the way out the door. He knows that she lives in the dorms, after all she is a freshman, but which way did she go. Then he catches a glimpse of her as she rounds a corner. Going the route that he was hoping for. He throws his stuff into the back of his car and roars off in a different direction. Racing to get into positon before she gets there.

He pulls into the alley just in time. He sees her walk around the corner and slowly making her way to him. He silently gets out of his car and watches her. She is walking slowly and appears to be in her own little day dream.

It was a very chilly evening and getting colder by the minute. As she was walking her legs began to feel numb from the breeze. She chided herself for deciding to wear a skirt that only came slightly below mid thigh so that the only protection against the cold were her sheer thigh high stockings and the bit of coat that went just slightly past her skirt.

It seemed like it would take hours to walk to her dorm tonight although it was only a 15 minute walk from the little bistro. Half that if she cut down the alley that lead almost directly to campus. Normally she had better sense than to go down it after dusk, but she was cold and getting colder as the rays from the sun slowly sank into the horizon. She figured she'd be out the other side before it got dark anyway so she turned the corner into the narrow little passage way, head tucked down against the wind, and thought about her sunny little gulf coast city to try to stay warm.

She looked up for a second at a lady and a little boy hanging christmas lights around their fire escape window and smiled to herself. But when she looked down again she realized she wasn't alone and stopped dead in her tracks.

William watches her walk with her head bowed. He can tell that she is cold, and getting colder with each step. Her coat is barely long enough to cover her thighs...... He thinks about her thighs again and wants her even more now. He watches her get closer with each step. She looks up and he thinks that it is all over, but she looks in the opposite direction.

She lowers her head just in time to see his boots in front of her. He steps back and tries to look innocent. "I'm sorry I scared you. I was driving by the end of the block and saw you walking. I couldn'tget turned around in time so I thought I would come donw the alley and offer you a ride back to the campus."

He looks into her eyes and sees an innocence there that none other has ever shown before. His lust is enflamed even more and he tries to maintain his control and hopes that she sees his shaking as being cold.

She is terrified in her tracks when she first sees the pair of shoes in front of her. She slowly looks up into the same grey eyes she had seen at the bistro. Her heart calms a bit at it being a familiar face.

He offers her a warm ride and she is tempted to take his offer. After thinking for a moment she decides against it. "Its okay, really. But I thank you anyway," she stammers in her southern accent, "I appreciate it, but I'm almost home anyway and I wouldn't want you to go out of your way."

She doesn't want to imply that he's not a gentleman. After all, thats all he's been to her and she doesn't want to offend him. She begins to slowly back away from him, smiling nervously, "I'm sure you understand."

She turns to continue and feels a hand on her arm.

A bit of anger flashes through him as she rejects his kind offer. He almost forgets that he is a gentleman and reaches out to grab her arm. As soon as he touches her he knows that he has made a mistake. But it is already too late. His grey eyes go cruel and evil in an instant.

"It is no trouble at all. You see I am going by the dorms to the Sicence lab anyhow. So it is not a problem, really. Please do get it in."

She hesitates but sees the evil in his eyes and lets him guide her to his car. He opens the door like a gentleman and helps her in without hurting her. She thinks that maybe she can still get away when he gets into the otherside quicker than she thought possible.

Her heart jumps into her throat as his hand grabs her arm and her face flushes and pales in the same instant. She sees the look in his eyes turn from kindness to anger and at that moment she realized she should have taken the long way home.

As he leads her to the passengers seat she looks to the window where the little boy and his mother were moments ago and sees only the colored, twinkling lights. She tries to yell out but nothing comes from her throat and she lets him sit her inside the warm car.

He closes the door and starts for the drivers side. Her mind flashes in an instant and as he begins to lower himself into his seat, she quickly opens the door and runs toward the end of the alley, kicking off her heels so that she wouldn't fall. But in doing so she didn't see the slick ice just ahead of her at all.

As she laid on the cold ground she saw a form coming at her and knew it was him. She tried to get up but things went fuzzy and then dark.

William looks over just as she bolts out of the door. As he makes it back around the car, he sees her fall on a patch of ice. He runs to her side hoping that she okay, not wanting to harm her in anyway. She is unconscious, but looks to be okay. He grabs her shoes and throws them into his car. He looks around and sees no one around and picks her up and slides her into the back seat.

He leans in to cover her up in a thick blanket to be safe and sees that her skirt has lifted up her thigh. He looks around once more and then runs his hand up and down her silk covered flesh. Goosebumps cover his arms as he does so and then he stops. He closes the door and hurries around to get in. As soon as he does, he locks the doors so that she can not get out again.

He drives away slowly, remembering that he could get pulled over if he is not careful. He drives past the school campus and onto his lab site. He is very careful and makes sure not to awaken his precious cargo in the back seat. When he is almost there, he sees her starting to stir in the back seat.

Amy's eyes flutter open. For a moment everything is still a blur. Her eyes begin to focus, and she realizes that she is in the back of a car. She is still dazed as the memory of what had transpired moments before began to dribble back into her brain.

She was confused. She couldn't remember if she should be scared or grateful to this man. She remembered him handing her her pen. She remembered him offering her a warm ride home and she remembered running away from him.

Then, she remembered that look in his eyes. She had insulted him by refusing his assistance. That was probably what it was...or was it?

She moved her hand to the back of her head and felt the large bump and winced. She began to sit up slowly, her head aching and still a bit dazed. She decided that she had probably overreacted and as a result the swelling egg on the back of her head was her punishment.

"I..I'm sorry," she stammered, "Thank you for taking me home. I didn't mean to seem ungrateful. My dorm is right up there," she pointed to a large building up the street and to the left.

He watched her in the mirror stir and then sit up. She looked around dazed and then felt the lump on the back of her head. As she looked up at William she said, "I..I'm sorry, Thank you for taking me home. I didn't mean to seem ungrateful. My dorm is right up there," as she pointed to a large building up the street and to the left.

He kept driving and saw the look of terror in her eyes. "I am not going to hurt you. But you have a nasty bump on your head and I am taking you someplace safe and warm. You are all alone and you might have a concusion. Someone needs to be with you to make sure you are okay tonight. So I am taking you to my place until morning. If you want to call someone, you can do from my house." The whole time smiling as warmly as he could. Trying to keep sincere tones, yet not let on to his real thoughts and plans.

Evil thoughts ran through his mind as to the things that he wanted to do to this young and naive woman in the back of his car. He reached back slowly with an assuring hand and patted her arm.

"I am sorry I got mad earlier. I am just under a lot of stress and I shouldn't have taken it out on a cute and complete stranger. Please forgive me." He hoped that the last part would ease her mind and allow him to proceed with no further incidents.

As he passed her dorm, her face flushed again and she could feel the panic beginning to well inside her. But, when he said he'd let her call someone when they arrived, it eased her worries. She settled back into the seat with her hand still on the back of her head.

"So, um, are you a doctor?" she asked trying to find out more about him. All she could see was the back of his head now, with his long dark hair brushing just against his shoulders. Every now and then she would notice his grey eyes looking back at her from the rear view mirror as he spoke.

There was something mysterious about this man who had been so kind to her. Every nerve in her body screamed that she shouldn't be near him despite how cool, collected, and nice he had been. She decided she was just being scared and irrational because she didn't know anything about him.

She was lost in her thoughts as she realized he was speaking to her.

"I have taken medical classes for my graduate program, but I am not a doctor. Are you cold?" He watched her relax a bit and then continued on his course. As they pulled away from the main campus area he know that he had her. She did not protest or even say anything about where they were going. He knew that she was watching him, so he made sure to keep himself in control this time.

As they passed the outer buildings, he finally saw his small lab that he rented fromthe college. It was not cheap, but it was well worth the privacy for his studies and research. He pulled up to the door and then stopped the car. He turned around slowly and looked the young lady in the eyes. He smiled, and it showed in his grey eyes as well.

"My name is Will and this is my research lab. I pretty much live her and have a fairly nice bed and plenty of food and warmth to share. What is your name?"

The car finally pulled to a stop in front of a small building on the edge of campus. Amy felt a rush of relief and realized that she'd been harboring the notion that they would end up in the middle of nowhere where she would be all alone.

He turned around in his seat to face her and smiled, "My name is Will and this is my research lab. I pretty much live her and have a fairly nice bed and plenty of food and warmth to share. What is your name?" His eyes smiled along with his words.

"I'm Amy," she replied. "I really can't thank you enough for all your kindness. I think I'll be fine though, but I'll let you see for yourself to ease both our minds. Then, if you don't mind, you can take me back to my dorm. I have lots of studying I need to get done before my exams," she finished as sweetly as she could muster, not wanting to insult him any farther.

She found that her palms were sweaty, her head pounded, and her knees were weak and she didn't know if it was all because of her bump on the head or from being around this man. A strange intermingling of emotions that she couldn't recognize coursed through her whenever he looked at her.

Will looked her over and then got out of the car after unlocking the doors. He made sure to be right by the door when she got out so that he could help her out of the car. She steps out slowly and she looks to still be weak. He wraps his big arms around her waist and pulls her close.

As he looks over her body, she sees that her stockings appear to be torn and a bit of her leg is showing through the rip of material. He can also see that there is some blood. He points it and then offers to clean it up once they get inside. In the back of his head he has now gotten an idea of how to get farther with his experiment.

Will got out of the car and came to Amy's door. She stepped out of the car and as her feet touched the ground and she stood, her knees felt weak and she began to colapse. Luckily, he was there to catch her and she realized she wasn't as stable as she thought she was.

He put his arm around her waist for support. She realized then how strong this man, Will, was. She could feel the hard muscled arm through his sweater as he held her firmly to his side . She began to notice more about him. He was well dressed, not beautiful, or ruggedly handsome, but extremely attractive in a mysterious sort of way.

While in mid thought, he pointed out that she had torn the leg of one of her stockings open and had a scrape there that she didn't even realize. She hadn't felt anything but the bump on her head until then, but now realized that it was quite painful too. She smiled, feeling a bit embarrased, "I guess this is what I get for being ungrateful to such a nice man, huh?" she said, this time truly feeling gratitude for his presence.

He offered to clean it up for her. She was again truly thankful that he had shown so much kindness to her. She was sure that anyone else who she had acted so horridly toward would have just left her there. She smiled again at him sweetly and without reservation for the first time as they entered the building.

Will helped her into his lab. He realized rather quickly that she was very weak and he was mostly carrying her. As he opened the door and reset the alarm, they proceeded into the building. He turned on dim lights as they walked slowly into the heart of the building. They finally arrived in his "resting room" and set her on his modest bed. It was a queen size bed, after all he had other uses for it besides his comfort.

As he lowered onto the bed, he saw that she was worried about her leg. He stepped away and looked her over. She was kind of a mess to look at, but there was still that beauty that he saw that was on the surface and a deeper beauty that not many others would notice.

"Okay Amy, why don't you take your skirt and stalkings off. That way I can clean your wound and not get your skirt dirty." He looked as innocent as he could, and tried to keep it out of his eyes and his face too. He hoped that she would agree.

"Okay Amy, why don't you take your skirt and stalkings off. That way I can clean your wound and not get your skirt dirty," he said. At first she was shocked, but as she looked at her leg, which was more than just a little scraped up like she thought, she couldn't help but to agree that she needed some cleaning up.

She'd not seen herself in a mirror, but from what she could see, she knew she must be a wreck. She knew she needed to get cleaned up, but she couldn't help but be embarrased. She hadn't been that disrobed in front of another person since her mother use to bathe her.

Its not that she was one of those wilting flower type of girls who talk of saving themselves for their wedding night. She just wasn't trying NOT to be a virgin. She thought she was attractive, and maybe even pretty. She'd simply spent more of her life learning and studying than she had with relationships. She figured she had time for all of that later. Her main objective was to get her degree and become a teacher and then she would worry about the rest....



"Um," she said shyly, "I don't suppose you would have anything here that I could put on so that I'm not....," she smiled at her own awkwardness. "I'm not......I haven't....been undressed..." She looked at him pitifully in a vulnerably innocent way and hoped he understood.

"Um," she said shyly, "I don't suppose you would have anything here that I could put on so that I'm not....," she smiled at her own awkwardness. "I'm not......I haven't....been undressed..." And with a pitiful look she lowered her head a touch.

He smiled and walked away. He returned quickly and handed her a large button shirt. "I have a washing machine if you'd like to get cleaned completely. And a smallish shower too." He stood up and offered his hand. He showed her to the bathroom and then closed the door behind himself.

Amy looked at herself in the mirror for a few mintues then proceeded to get out of her dirty clothes and start to clean up. As she proceeded, she did not know that secretly she was being watched.

Will got into his office as quickly as he could. In doing so, he was able to catch her removing her clothes. She did have a gorgeous body, very tight and curved in all the right places. She had several cuts and scraps all over her legs and arms and a couple on her back.

As she lowered her skirt and bent over he could see her delicate, lacy panties. His cock got hard fast and he fought the urge to touch himself. He continued to watch in fascination.

Relief washed across her face and she was really starting to feel comfortable again. She stood, with a bit more strength this time and he walked her to the little bathroom. She was very thankful that his lab had such accomidations. She decided he must really spend a lot of time here.

Amy walked into the bathroom and shut the door. She placed the shirt he had given her on the back of the toilet. Then, she looked herself over in the mirror and realized she really did look a mess. She smoothed down her hair a bit and looked down at her leg and frowned.

Unzipping her skirt, she bent over to slide it over her legs without it touching her injured limb. She stood and stepped out of it as she began to pull her sweater over her head. She threw it onto the floor along with her skirt.

She examined herself noticing the scrapes and red spots along her shoulder. They weren't as bad as the gash she realized was on her thigh. She must have fallen on a piece of glass or a sharp rock. It wasn't bleeding but from what she could tell it was fairly deep.

She then realized she had to set about the task of getting her thigh high pantyhose off with as little pain as possible. Amy slipped her thumbs under each side of the elastic band at her thigh. She slowly pulled it down, peeling it away from her wound and down her knee, slipping it off at the toe. She threw the abused nylon into the wastebasket. She then placed her other leg upon the side of the toilet and slowly slid the hose down her shapely, feminine leg and threw the stocking in with its mate.

She looked in the mirror again. She was wearing the only matching underwear she owned. Her roomate had bought her these for a Christmas present and gave them to her early. She never really thought about matching her undergarments. Who was going to see them anyway, she thought. looked at herself she realized they made her feel sexy even if no one saw them.

She ran her hands across the soft, deep blue satin and lace of her bra causing her nipples to harden under the material. Sliding her hands slowly around her body, she unhooked the metal hooks and the garment went limp around her body.

She caught the cups in her hands and shrugged it away from her body exposing her full round breasts. She thought they were too big. She was a D cup on a petite frame. She'd always worn clothes to hide it, thick sweaters, never anything low cut, never too tight.

Her nipples were standing erect and she couldn't resist the urge to run her hands across her naked breasts and roll the hard buds between her fingers. For a moment she forgot where she was as she massaged her breasts while watching herself in the mirror. She began to feel hot between her legs as she pinched her nipples.

Just before her brain fogged completely over she gathered where she was and that Will was probably outside waiting on her to get finished so that he could make sure she was okay. She also was afraid if she took too long he may get worried and come in to check on her.

She then quickly slid her panties down and picked them up and noticed the small line of moisture along the material as she threw them over with her other clothes. Amy then opened the door to the shower and turned on the water. She stepped into the stall and let the steam engulf her. She was chilled to the bone from being outside and the water felt sooo good on her battered skin.

The whole incident was more than Will could handle. He knew that she was a beauty, but once her clothes were gone, it was even more aparent then. He watched her remove her skirt and sweater and he had to touch himself. He quickly stroked his hard cock through his pants then stopped. He watched her remove her damaged stockings and toss them away. Then she started to run her hands all over her body. He could not hold off is she kept this up. Then he got mad, where did she get off stroking her body without him telling her too or doing it himself.

As she finally stopped and then stepped into the shower he decided that he needed to be nearby for when she came out. He thought of everything he could to regain control before she exited the small bathroom. Finally, his composure in control, he sat at a nearby table and read over some his notes to take his mind off what she might be doing in the shower. He was glad that he had a recorder set up to the camera.

Amy felt the hot water rush over her body and sighed. She glanced around the stall and found a bar of soap and began to lather her tired body. She winced as the suds rolled down to her thigh where the scrape started.

Amy slowly guided the bar across her large chest and enjoyed the smooth feel of it on her skin. Her nipples immediately perked back to attention as her slippery hands slid across them. She soaped them again and ran her fingernails across the skin leaving light pink trails behind on her warm skin.

She then started to soap down her stomach slowly and deliberately removing the grime that she felt from the day. Slowly, her hands trailed between her legs to the smooth mound between them. She had taken to keeping things clean shaven simply because it looked neater....not that she ever expected anyone to see.

Her soapy hand ran between her thighs across the sweet mound and to the center of her sex. She slid a hand between her netherlips and flicked her fingertip across the hardening bud and enjoyed the sensation. She did it once again, and again after that. She realized how stressed she had been that day and how much tension was being released from her body with each flicking of her finger across her clit.

Without giving it a second thought, she put her leg upon the small ledge in the stall and began to slowly stroke her pussy, forgetting where she was or why she was here. She leaned back against the wall and began to massage her swollen button faster and faster until she could feel her orgasm begin to tumble through her body. Her weak legs began to buckle under with the last waves of exctacy and she quickly caught herself and regained her senses.

She quickly washed her hair, remembering the bump on the back of her head only after the soap stung the small scrape that was left on her scalp. Amy turned off the water and reached for a towel that was hung outside of the small stall.

She dried her body quickly, threw her hair up in a toweled turban and shrugged on the shirt Will had been kind enough to loan her. She was happy to see that the shirt was almost as long as her skirt had been on her and decided that it was long enough to where she could leave her panties off so that they could be washed as well.

She wondered for a moment if he had a washer and dryer as well or if she should wash her clothes herself in the sink. She decided to just leave them where they lay for the time being and let him look at her leg. It was beginning to sting terribly after standing on it alone in the shower.

She saw a brush on the ledge of the sink and grabbed it as she walked with just a slight limp out of the bathroom in a billow of steam. "I saw your brush and wanted to ask if it was alright if I used it before I took the liberty," she stated.

A long time passed before she finally exited from the bathroom. When the door opened a small billow of steam exited out and then his lovely guest Amy.


"I saw your brush and wanted to ask if it was alright if I used it before I took the liberty," she asked. "That is fine. Anything else you need let me know. But you should sit down and let me look at that scrape before it gets worse." He motioned her to a nearby chair and then walked away to the bathroom.

He walked in and saw the pile of clothes on the floor. He picked them up and then noticed that not was her bra in the pile, but so was her panties too. They were a matched pair of silky feminity that he liked. He rolled the clothes into a smaller pile and then grabbed what he needed from the medicine cabinet.

As he entered the room he dropped the pile of her clothes and then walked over to the chair. She was laid back and looked on the verge of sleep. He stepped up to her and the evilness in his mind surfaced again.

He tapped her leg to startle her back awake. "You need to stay awake Amy, just in case you have a concusion. Now let me see your leg and take care of that scrape. This will sting a bit, but will clean it up real nice. I have some bandages so that it won't get infected too."

She lifted her leg and there it was. He could barely see her bare mound between her legs. He couldn't see all of her, but it was enough to enblazen him to follow through with his plans. He quickly dabbed the medicine on her scrape and looked for more on her leg. The whole time smiling and trying to reassure her that he was being as professional as he could. In reality he was looking at her sexy form and planning his next move.

As he went into the bathroom to get the first aid for her leg, Amy sat on the edge of the bed and began to brush her thick brown hair. She was slowly realizing how cozy the bed was and how tired she had become after her exciting day, hot shower, and the little bit of play she'd allowed herself in the shower. She laid back on the bed just wanting to test it to see if it was as comfortable as the thought it was and as soon as her head laid back, she was asleep.

She was awakened by a small tap on her leg. "You need to stay awake Amy, just in case you have a concusion. Now let me see your leg and take care of that scrape. This will sting a bit, but will clean it up real nice. I have some bandages so that it won't get infected too," Will had said nicely but firmly.

She sat up and lifted her leg a bit to him so that he could have a look at it. She tried to make sure that she kept the shirt down so that he wouldn't see that she'd left her panties in the bathroom. She studied it for a minute herself and noticed that it was deep, but not too long and just a few minor scrapes around it. She looked up at him smiling and she knew she was beginning to trust him despite her first instincts.

She winced a bit as he applied the disinfectant and her leg jumped. She hoped she'd not shown anything off but she couldn't tell any change in Will's face so she didn't think she did. She tried to make small talk to cover her discomfort and nervousness, but she couldn't think of that much to say other than, "So what is it that you do in here?"

"So what is it that you do in here?" Amy croaked out as she tried to keep her mind off of what he was doing. She didn't realize it, but she had flashed him really good, he was able to see that she definitely shaved her mound.

His mind tried to get back on track as her questions loomed in the air. "Well I am in Research and Development for the University. I am also trying to get some grants to be able to stay on campus for a while longer. So do you have a boyfriend or family nearby?"

He continued to work on her leg and try to see further up the shirt to see her bare mound again. He was starting to lose control again and not sure if he could wait any longer.

Well I am in Research and Development for the University. I am also trying to get some grants to be able to stay on campus for a while longer. So do you have a boyfriend or family nearby?" he asked as he examined her leg.

"No," she said, shaking her head, "I'm from Tennessee, half way across the country from here. My family's all back there," She smiled and flushed, "No boyfriend either. I just don't have time for all that mushy stuff right now," she said matter-of-factly, shrugging her shoulders.

"Other than my teachers, you're probably the only man I've talked to this much since I was 12." She paused, "Thats when my dad died. Not that you are interested in my life story or anything," she chuckled uncomfortably.

She finally lowered her leg and unconciously lifted the side of her shirt to examine his work, causing the bottom button of the shirt to come undone. She didn't notice until it was too late. She quickly rebuttoned it, turned glowing red, and stood to walk away from Will. She was too embarrassed to look at him.

He watched her look at his work and then he noticed the bottom button was undone. by then it was already too late. He was still having a hard time accepting the fact that she was still a virgin. And didn't seem to be too interested in men at this point in her life. Then he wondered if maybe this was all a mistake or not. He enjoyed what he did, but he didn't want to really hurt her in any way. He saw her button that bottom button and then he looked up into her face and wondered if he should proceed or not.

Amy stood near the bathroom door facing away from him, trying to gain her composure. She looked over her shoulder and saw Will staring off into space. He looked so lost. She wondered what could he possibly be thinking.

Her embarrassment, subsided into a light humour and she smiled over her shoulder toward him, "I don't suppose you have a washer and dryer here so that doesn't happen again?"

"Oh yes I do, but I have already put your clothes into the washer, they are probably ready to switch over by now," he replied, standing to walk to the machine.

While he was gone, she slipped under the covers and cozied down in the bed, assuming that was where she would stay tonight. She figured she was less likely to "show off" again if she was well covered. She sat up and waited on him to come back.

He walked back into the room and she looked at him from the pillow, "So, now you know a little about me, tell me more about you."

They talk for hours into the night. Him trying to keep her awake to make sure she doesn't have a concussion. They talk of her family back in Tennessee, why she came to Colorado for school, her major, and everything else for hours. As the sun begins to rise, Amy can no longer keep her eyes open and falls to sleep as he is talking. He smiles, deciding that it is safe to let her sleep now and leaves her hugging the extra pillow and breathing softly.

"So, now you know a little about me, tell me more about you." Says Amy in her sweetest voice. They talk all night long. They tell each other why they are here and what brought them to Colorado. Will tells her he has lived nearby all his life and always dreamed of coming to school here.

Then he notices that the sun is rising and Amy is fighting as hard as she can to stay awake. He finally figures that it is safe for her to sleep. Plus, with her being so tired she would never know what is happening to her.

As she falls asleep fast, Will moves away a bit and turns all the lights out and closes all the drapes. Making the room almost totally dark. He moves far enough way so that he can not be seen and then he watches Amy in the bed. He waits for an hour and knows that she is sound asleep.

He walks to a cupboard and pulls out a small duffle bag. Inside the bag is an assortment of items. He sorts through all of them until he finds what he is looking for. He returns to the bed and slowly lifts her arms up first. As he carefully wraps the webbed material around her wrist, he realizes that she is so far deep into sleep that he could take her right now and she wouldn't even realize it. But he waits instead. He quickly finishs and before he knows it she is totally bound to his bed.

Her arms bound and spread over her head, he can see her precious tits pressing up against his shirt. Her legs are spread, but not tightly now... he doesn't want her getting too sore before he has his fun and begins his experiment. And to think, this is the first time that it has ever been a virgin.

Amy awakens from a sweet dream about her childhood summer home on the coast. A dream full of sunshine and happy memories and warmth. She smiles, still in a daze and begins to stretch.

It is then that she realizes she can't move. Her mind, still fuzzy, begins to take in her situation. She tries to free her arms. A sudden panic overtaking her body. It is completely dark and she can't see.

Her first instinct is to call out to her new friend. He would help her. "Will!" she mouths, but it comes out as only a whisper....

"Yes Amy, are you okay?" Will stands just out of sight of Amy and but can still see her reactions. He knows that she is scared now and the adrenalin is pumping through his system. He has a small gag ready in case he needs it.

He watches the fear on her face and enjoys every expression. He logs it into his perfect memory and waits for more. She starts to look around trying to find him as a smile crosses his face and spreads through him. He knows that the true terror will set in at any second and can't wait for that sight.

Amy tries again in vain to free herself, only making the bonds tighter. Her mind is racing and then every thought stopped and the truth began to trickle into her mind.

He'd done this. He was the only one here. She was alone with this man she barely knew. Here eyes widened and then shut and a big tear slid silently down her cheek glittering in the small bit of light that was in the room. Her eyes were beginning to focus and she thought she could make out a form in the corner of the room.

It was only when she was able to really recognize that it was his form standing calmly across the room that the real panic set in. She tried to kick her legs free and only found that it caused her to be bound tighter. So she laid very still for a moment. Before she had another thought, she found herself crying out for someone to help her although, in her mind, she knew no one was going to hear.

Will watched her struggle and cry, the anticipation of the terror filling her mind as the truth set in must be terrible to her. But he only smiled. Now his experiment could begin. He walked to her and as she cried out in terror he lowered the gag into place. It was nothing special, but a simple gag that allowed her to breathe, but kept her cries muffled.

Then he looked at her body. With all of her exertion, she was breathing heavily, causing her ample breast to swell with each breath. His shirt had come lose and he was able to see more of her flesh now. And he liked what he was seeing.

He sat down next to her and ran his hand up and down her bare leg. Stroking her gently, trying to calm her down. Her eyes are wild with fear and he looks into them deeply. He knows that she has realized what he has done, and he no longer is concerned with it.

Amy saw him walking toward her as she cried out and her terror became more violent. She tried to get away from him but she knew she couldn't.

He placed the gag over her mouth and muffled her screams. As he began to stroke her thigh, she realized it was useless to fight now and her screams subsided into loud sobs. Tears slowly streaming down her alabaster flesh. He seemed to do this for an eternity.

A sudden calmness fell across her body. She wanted to tell him that she would be quiet if he would just uncover her mouth but it only came out muffled. She tried to push the gag away with her tongue but it was just as snug as the rest of her confinements.

The tears began to fall silently and her breathing was slowing as she waited to see what he had in store for her. She just kept hoping this was some cruel joke. Some sort of lesson to teach her not to talk to strange men. Anything to keep her mind from what she feared the worst......

Will watched as the tears streamed down her face as Amy started to calm down. He looked up and around and made sure that his video equipment was all on and recording. Then he began with his experiment.

"Amy my dear, as you may have guessed, you are now my slave. I have gagged you not because I fear that you will be heard, but so that you can hear me talk to you. If you want, this can be just as enjoyable to you as it will be for me. Or it can be painful to you.

"Now then, I will ask you to do things, and if you do them you will enjoy yourself. If you fight it, well I will enjoy it a lot more. If you understand nod your head?"

"Now then, I will ask you to do things, and if you do them you will enjoy yourself. If you fight it, well I will enjoy it a lot more. If you understand nod your head?" he stated.

Amy just nodded slowly. She now knew it would be useless to resist. She knew her worst fears were now reality. She knew her life was about to change forever. She knew she would do whatever he told her. And hopefully, she would be able to walk away and never see this man again. Hopefully.........