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Checking Out

... ridges and knots of a serious athlete. Her buttocks were firm and small. Tod was able to grasp a cheek comfortably in each hand as he pulled her close. When she stood, her thin wispy pubic hair failed to hide her cunt-slit, her thighs parting slightly so her fur fluffed up, rather than plastering against her labia. Her back was milk white, clear of blemishes except a scratch from the same bike accident that marked her ankle. Her hands were fine-boned, with medium, slender fingers, a few sun freckles on the backs, soft palms marking her as a woman unused to rough manual labor. Her arms were lean-strong, not muscular, but shapely, underarms shaved clean. Her hair reached her sculpted shoulders, a stray wisp lying in the hollow of her collarbone. Her clear green eyes were open wide as she regarded Tod. Since he’d set his trap a few weeks before, causing her to tumble from her bike as she rode along the river-path on her way to class, she’d been in his cottage. Her bike had long since been cut into scrap metal, the wheels now on Tod’s own bike. When she’d fallen, he quickly sprang from his hiding place in the thicket, chloroformed her to unconsciousness, lifted her to covering bracken, wheeling her bike out of sight. He’d taken her to a nearby root cellar ‘til dusk, then carried her along the wood-path in the moonlight to his van, placed her in the back on a mat, covering her with a blanket after he forced her to take a couple of tablets of Easy-lay, the date-rape drug. He ...

... retrieved her bike, took the wheels, dumped it beside the workshop in the village where he worked. Then he drove her to the old farm cottage where he’d lived alone since his aunt died. When Kerith came around, head pounding from chloroform and drugs, he gave her herbal tea and small vegetable sandwiches. Only as she started to regain consciousness, she realized she was naked, her right ankle manacled to the frame of the big iron bed. As her body awareness returned, she knew her body’d been examined very closely... Did he rape her? She couldn’t tell for certain but suspected it... Her labia had definitely been stretched, her anus probed at least. She suppressed a shudder as she asked Tod where she was. He calmly replied she was home. He was going to look after her from now on he said, his voice confident, with a slow eye that didn’t focus directly at her giving her the creeps. After finishing the tea and sandwiches he offered her a melon slice, which she declined. He asked if she needed to use the toilet. She gratefully assented. He rolled a commode chair alongside the bed, helped her on, looking away as she emptied her full bladder and nervously quivering bowels. She tried not to be embarrassed or upset when after she wiped with tissue. He used moist wipes to clean her quim and ass. Then he helped her back in the bed, took away the commode to empty. When he returned a few minutes later, he’d washed, shaved, wearing an undershirt and boxers. She trembled as he lay on the bed beside ...