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Subject: {ASSM} You Know You Want It
Date: Wed, 21 Mar 2001 08:10:03 -0500
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Holly Moldaver wrote:
> I would really love to read this story. Would you mind emailing it to 
> me please?
> thanks. I'd be glad to give you my opinion as well.
Hey, everybody! #8! Alright!

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Copyleft (http://www.gnu.org/copyleft/gpl.txt) retained on this entire
post. If you're underage, I'm supposed to tell you not to read this.

You Know You Want It 
by Einstein X. Mystery


I see you.

Night drapes the city. A sudden gust of wind chills you, and you draw
your coat closer to your body. The clammy air makes you shiver in the
cold, and an ominous feeling in the air makes your skin crawl. A dog
barks and reminds you that you're alone.

You're walking home from the bus stop. You glance at your watch, and
hurry just a little. It's 10:55, and you'll miss the news if you don't
hurry. 

You hear a scuff, and turn around to look.


The next thing you know, you're lying down, you can't see anything, and
you have a slight headache. You feel something on your eyelashes, and
realize it must be a blindfold. As you try to take it off, you realize
you can't move either hand. From the pressure on your wrist, they must
be bound. Kicking your legs brings you to the realization that you're
bound spread-eagled, naked. As you open your mouth to scream for help,
you notice the gag.

You recognize the bed as yours... so what's happening?

You feel movement on the bed, and hear a breathy voice in your ear.
"Hello there."

Your scream is muffled. 

The nameless voice settles back on your bed, and talks in a normal
voice. "Now, now... I won't hurt you. I won't even touch you...
tonight."

You collapse back onto the bed, panting from the fruitless exertion of
trying to break loose.

"You see, my dear, I know you have that nasty little rape fantasy. I
hear it in your dreams, as you use this monster on yourself."

You feel your beloved 8" vibrator stroked along your rib cage, then hear
it being replaced in your bedside drawer.

"You dream of being kidnapped off the street. Of being tied, and raped
to countless screaming orgasms."

"Oh no!" you think. "He's going to..."

"Now, I know what you're thinking. You think I'm going to ravish you
now, while you're tied helpless."

You feel tears slide down your cheeks.

"But I know that many fantasies are just that... fantasies. So I decided
on this test for you. Tonight - is just to show you the
possibilities..." The word fades out as you feel something cool drawn
along your thigh. You assume it's a leather glove. "um... the reality
that your little fantasy could become."

You shiver involuntarily.

"So - tonight, nothing will happen. You will wake up tomorrow in your
bed, in your home. You'll always wonder if it wasn't just another dream. 

"If you want to call the police, go ahead. There is no evidence I was
ever here. I wore gloves the whole time I was here, I used the keys from
your purse to get in, and there was no sex. No fingerprints, forced
entry, or..." He chuckles. "'Forced entry.'

"But here's the joy of it. I'll continue to monitor your dreams and your
fantasies. If they change or disappear, I'll know you were just
flirting, and you'll never see me again. "

You hear a something rustle, and a mutter. "Where'd I leave that... Ah!"
Your assailant leans close, and breathes in your ear, "But if you dream
of a dark night and helplessness... we will meet again."

You hear an evil chuckle, and a sharp snap. An odd odor enters your
nose, and you know nothing more.


You wake up to the alarm the next morning with a slight headache, a
funny taste in your mouth, and a memory of a very odd dream. You shake
it off, and go for the shower.

I watch you go to the bus stop, smiling to myself. You don't see me.

It's not until lunch you wonder why you were sleeping nude...

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After you've read this story, please take the time to write me.
Love it, hate it, I don't care - just tell me what you think.
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Einstein X. Mystery   einstein@scn.org  *:->  ICQ UIN 17112996
If you have a question, ask. Otherwise I'll never answer.
Still the only enlisted man ever to be in the LSpr-c
Do you know where your towel is?

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Pursuant to the Berne Convention, this work is copyright with all rights
reserved by its author unless explicitly indicated.
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