J. Forte: The Sex Thief

… and allowed him freedom from worry about repercussions-lawful or otherwise. He smiled to himself as he sipped his dry white wine… Patricia has excellent taste, he thought, and wondered how she would react to his tastes.

He reviewed his knowledge of her: Patricia Walters, age 25, height 5'6", blond hair, fair complexion, weight 124 pounds; occupation: secretary-girl Friday for one A.T. Davies, Executive Vice President, Lansco Corporation: Bank: California National-savings, checking; marital status: single; sexual preferences: male, male-female. No current sexual involvements.

The headlights of an automobile splashed across the driveway of the modest home and the man watched through the window as the woman parked, stepped out of her car and reached back for her purse. He smiled again as she locked the door carefully, then turned and walked briskly up the narrow walk to the front door. He heard her fumbling with the security lock on the mail box and he set the glass of wine aside and stood to close the drapes quietly as she inserted her key into the lock of the front door. He walked leisurely to the alcove entrance of the home, stood beside the ornamental room separator and waited. A diffused light splashed into the narrow hallway as the woman opened the door and reached for the light switch beside the door.

"Damn!" she swore softly as she touched the switch and the light failed to come on. The man heard her sigh heavily as she set her purse on the low table near the door, then closed it with a slam.

As Pat walked toward the kitchen of her home to check the light panel, she was startled as someone stepped behind her, twisted an arm behind her back and closed a gloved hand over her mouth. Fear struck suddenly as she realized what was happening, and she struggled ineffectually against the man's greater strength.

"Don't resist, Pat…" he told her calmly.

As she ceased struggling, Pat felt the hand move from her mouth to her throat and a second pang of fear coursed through her trembling young body-but no pressure was applied. She swallowed thickly and asked in a choked voice, "Wha… what do you want?"

"Your cooperation," he replied simply, and twisted her other arm to the small of her back. With a practiced ease, he took two turns with a thin nylon cord and bound her wrists together.

"Please… please don't hurt me!" she begged as she felt something being placed over her eyes and struggled briefly, as the dim light inside her hallway was cut off; she found herself in total darkness.

"It's just a sleep mask," he told her as he adjusted the elastic band that held the mask in place. "Don't try to remove it and you have my word-you will not be harmed."

"I… I have a little money…" she offered weakly as she sensed him move in front of her. "My purse… the dresser, I…"

Pat gasped as the man's mouth closed over hers warmly and she tried to pull away as his body pressed to hers. She felt his hands on her arms; then they moved to her waist as his tongue probed her mouth and she tried to twist her bead away. He took hold of the back of her head with one hand and held her firmly as she realized the futility of her struggle.

She forced herself to relax as he kissed her and, as his tongue entered her mouth, her breath came in tagged bursts.

Pat was suddenly outraged as his free band roamed from her waist to her hip, then moved slowly to cup the cheek of her ass. As his gloved hand massaged her gently, a new fear washed over her as she realized: he doesn't want my money!

"What… what are you going to do with me?" she said in a very small voice as his lips left hers.

"I am going to make your fantasies a reality, Pat and I'm going to pleasure you as you've never been pleasured before…"

"Oh, God!" she gasped, "You… you're a sex fiend!" and she felt her body shake uncontrollably as a low laugh came to her from the darkness.

"Not a sex fiend, Pat… a sex thief." He kissed her again lightly and remarked, "You see, I am a very special kind of burglar-I never take anything you would miss, and I always give as much as I receive?"

Thoughts of the Boston Strangler and a half dozen other reported sex criminals came to Pat as she listened to his cairn voice and a new fear crept into her being as she realized she was totally in his power.

There was nothing she could do to stop him and thoughts of help drew a blank-it was Friday evening; she was expecting no one, and her weekend was clear of any obligations.

"Please… " she whimpered, "please don't hurt me!"

The man took hold of her arm and led her into the comfortably furnished living room of the home. He picked up the glass of wine from the table, drained it and set it down again, then he began to undress slowly. It was these moments he savored-those before the initial contact, and the knowledge that he was going to have his will with this beautiful young woman stirred the old fire in his body as he removed his gloves and his windbreaker and pulled his sweater over his head. He glanced toward the glass doors of the patio where he had entered the home-a dim light came in and it was just enough for him to see the woman standing before him as he sat to remove his shoes and socks.

Pat heard a zipper as it was drawn down and her heart beat heavily in her breast She considered screaming-but only momentarily, for her home was separated from the neighboring house on one side by the attached garage, while on the other side, a high hedge ran between the neighbor's garage and her dwelling. There would be no help, she decided-and what was to happen, would happen. But why her? What had she done to deserve this? The questions came to mind and went unanswered as Pat heard the man stand and his bands touched her body.

The man reached out and began to unbutton the sheer blouse Pat was wearing; and as his fingers touched her, she tried to move backwards. "Don't resist!" he told her sharply and pulled her forward again. As he pulled the waist of the garment from her short skirt, he sucked in his breath as her brassiere was exposed. He slipped the blouse over her naked shoulders and fumbled behind her back for the catch on the under-garment. As he freed it, he took hold of the thin straps that ran across her shoulders and he snapped them easily.

"Oh… " Pat whimpered as she felt her brassiere being removed and a rush of cool air caused her to chill slightly. Then she felt hands at her waist and as the wide belt was unbuckled, she felt both skirt and belt fall in a heap around her feet.

Kneeling, the man raised first one foot and then the other as he removed the skirt from about her feet. He looked up at the dark patch beneath the woman's pantyhose and he ran his hands up the backs of her full thighs and pulled her to him. As he nuzzled the nylon-covered nest between her legs, he inhaled deeply and felt his prick twitch as it lay against his naked leg. Slowly, he drew down the pantyhose, pulled off her low pumps, then the last garment, and gazed up at her lovely, naked body as she stood trembling before him in the dim light of her living room. He kissed her knees and ran his hands from her thighs to her calves as the heat rose in his body; then he cupped her full ass cheeks in both hands and nuzzled her crotch with his cheek. He heard her low whimper as he forced her legs apart and kissed the soft flesh of her belly an inch above her pubic mound. He found the button depression of her navel and kissed it wetly, insinuating his tongue, then tracing patterns on her bare flesh with its wetness. Again she whimpered is be moved lower and lower; and as his mouth closed over the full, pouting ups of her pussy she gasped loudly.