The night was cold. The dry air quickly pulled the moisture from Travis' chapped lips. He licked them again and inhaled slowly. A small crack in the mansion's second floor window urged him to creep closer, snapping a twig under his feet."How in the hell can I make it up there?" he thought to himself.
A silhouette of a woman's body appeared behind the curtains. She lifted a shirt over her head, and Travis took note of how beautifully her breasts fell out. "I've been watching you for so long..." He whispered into the night. She walked away from the window, as he began to work up the courage to carry out his plot.
Travis knew she hadn't noticed him. She never did. "I have to have her," he thought, "...and her money too."
The woman was once a waitress at Travis' favorite restaurant, where he was a regular. They made small talk on occasion, and he was able to learn a significant amount about her personal life. She had recently become engaged to a 64 year old man, although she was only 26. Obviously for his money, as the man was a millionaire. She had told Travis that she loved the man, but he knew that wasn't true. A woman that beautiful, she was nothing but a whore using the old man to inherit his estate. And so it happened.
She quit her job after the wedding, but Travis kept keeping his tabs. The old man died a short 16 months after the wedding, he read in the paper. He left Christine everything he owned. Now she was rich, beautiful, and all alone in that fancy river house.
The light went off in her bedroom. "Oh Christine..." he thought, "I must have you." He looked back at the second story window, and the tree close by. "I wonder if I could reach the window from there." He thought, "But first I must disable the alarm system...rich bitch."
Ever so slowly he crept up to the alarm system at the front door. He had watched Christine for so long that he figured he'd got the code to shut it off down. "I hope this works." he thought as he input the code into the alarm system. "Bingo."
He made his way back to the tree to enter the house, since he'd been unable to acquire a key to the front door. It took a long time to climb the tree so quietly, and he was sure Christine would be asleep by now. He finally reached the window and pulled himself up with his firm muscular arms. He slid the window up carefully, crept inside, and got down to the floor.
He waited several minutes to be sure Christine did not wake, then he got down on all fours and crawled towards the sleeping beauty. His eyes had adjusted to the darkness enough to faintly see her snuggled in bed. A feeling of intense passion overcame him, to be so close to her naked body. Once he regained his composure, he reached into his back pocket and pulled out a Japanese bondage rope, setting it on the floor. He then went into his front pocket for the rag, and the chloroform solution.
Bound and gagged, Christine awoke to a violent smack in the face. "Hello there beautiful." Travis said in his best disguise voice, removing the gag from her mouth. "Who are you!" She exclaimed, trembling in fear, and blind folded from the sight of the man who had her hostage. The man said nothing. She felt his warm face and stubble on her chest as he inhaled her scent. "Ahhhh.......now you just wait here." He whispered, adding a slight chuckle.
"NOOOO!" she shrieked. He had already left the room. He picked up a purse from the dining room table and began rummaging through her belongings. There were credit cards, debit cards, IDs, and $1,250 cash in her wallet. He knew he couldn't use the cards, but he had to take them as they had his prints. He went back to her bedroom and carefully went through her things, anything of value he came across he shoved into the purse.
"What are you going to do to me?" Christine said softly. "Oh baby, you'll find out soon enough." came the reply. Christine began to sob. "Why....why....WHY!" Suddenly, she was smacked once again, and the gag was shoved back into her mouth. "MMMMMMMGMFM!!!" she tried to scream. "Shut up, bitch. Pretty soon you'll find out what a real man is."
Christine was already naked and Travis climbed on top of her. "I can't decide..." he said. "Should I make your bitch ass pass out again, or take pleasure in hearing you scream in pain when I fuck your sweet ass!" "NMMMGGFFF!" She tried to scream again, but it was no use. "Now, if you be a good little whore, I might not kill you."
Travis' original intentions were not to kill Christine, just to take what he wanted for so long and felt he should have. A feeling of immense power had taken over him, and he was beginning to change his mind. After all, throughout his childhood he had wondered what it would be like to murder someone. Maybe it was about time he found out.
Horror
Created on 5-1-07
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Story Rating G
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