Lorelei's Diary

A while back I had a long-running fantasy that I don't think I recorded in here. This was before I went to California. I'll do this in past tense because it will be easier to write. Come to think of it, I think this fantasy is from when I was living in the Lilac house, in January or so.

It was summer. I was sitting in my room in the basement. The house was empty except for me -- Dad was gone for the weekend, and Gretl was on a tour.

Outside, the drama: Shannon and a friend were being busted by the police for delivering drugs! -- of course, Shannon hadn’t been involved in it long, had been talked into it by his friend because his friend needed assistance... Shannon hadn't expected trouble.

The police had a warrant and entered the house. Shannon climbed out a window and a cop gave chase. They were running through yards and climbing fences. Shannon got ahead a little and decided to run right in my back door (he saw no car because I’d closed mine in the garage).

I heard someone come in but I didn't go upstairs, thinking it was Cap’n Corruption visiting.

Shannon nervously explored the main floor and second floor. He was afraid to look out the window to see if the cop was around. He finally came downstairs to the basement.

I looked up as he came in the room. We were both surprised and frightened! "Who are you?" I asked, wondering if he knew Gretl or something. Shannon just stood there, frozen, unable to think what to do. I began to realize something was wrong and reached for the phone. He pounced for the phone -- I jerked back and fell to the corner of my bed, looking around for something to hit him with. Panicking, Shannon grabbed for my ropes (which of course were lying on the floor) and tried to tie me. I struggled and yelled but he was taller and heavier, and he finally got the hands tied behind my back.

He then tried to cover my mouth with his hand, but of course I bit it. Frustrated, he took my panties off the blanket (that may seem unreal but I do leave my panties lying around) and held it to my lips: I clamped shut and pulled my head away; he grabbed my head and tried to steady it, pushing the cloth until it was pressing against my teeth. I strained, unable to turn my head any farther, and then he remembered to press my jawline. My mouth opened as I yelled objection, and the panties were pushed in. He tried to hold them there but again I worked at biting his hand, so he took slack rope and tied the packing in place, winding it and knotting it around my head several times.

By this time I was almost done freeing the knot around my wrists. As I loosened it he noticed my movement and turned me over. He grabbed for the knot and retied it, then applied more rope to cover the first knot. The second knot he brought up around my waist and tied in front, over my stomach.

Testing my hands , I realized that I was now secured. I stopped vocalizing and lay quietly on the bed, wondering what would happen.

I rolled over to look at him. Shannon sat at the edge of the bed, staring back. On the one hand, he was finding this fight and my bound appearance very interesting... but at the same time he was scared to death about the bust, and wondering whether the police were still looking for him. Obviously they hadn't been in this yard, since no one had heard my shouts coming from the basement. But he couldn't stay here too long; he didn't know if anyone else was coming home... He figured he better leave soon.

I don't want her to get loose too quick, she'll call the police, he thought, and he tied my ankles and knees. He wasn't sure whether that would do it so he wrapped more around my chest and waist, trapping my arms against my back more firmly. The more he tied me, the more he became focused on my body, and momentarily he ceased worrying about his crisis. Slowly he checked all the knots and tested the ropes, looking carefully at me, pulling at my clothes to neaten them.

I could feel adrenalin intensifying the sensations of the ropes, and I feared that he wouldn’t stop touching me. I was wearing a blouse and skirt, but I'd removed my underwear earlier when I was playing with my ropes and vibrator. What if my skirt rode up? It was already bunched above my knees.

Shannon remembered that he'd have to leave. He stood up and disconnected the telephone. He looked around the room, really noticing things for the first time, and it occurred to him that there were an awful lot of ropes here. Then he started noticing all the things I could use to untie myself with -- a pen or scissors could be used to loosen the knots! If he left on foot he certainly wouldn't get too far before I'd be loose and reporting on him. Had there been a car outside? He couldn't even remember. He checked my wrists one more time and went upstairs.

The garage door was closed. Cautiously, he crept out the door and went to open it. It was an automatic with a stupid code-number panel! He pressed 1-2-3 but of course it didn't work. He walked around to the side of the garage and tried the window -- looking inside, he could see the car. Well, he needed the car. He went back inside and hurried downstairs.

I was standing in the middle of the room, jumping toward the door. Shannon grabbed me and carried me back to the bed. He placed me on the blanket and held me down. "Stop it!"

I squirmed and then held still.

"I'm going to leave and I won't hurt you -- if you tell me how to open the garage. And tell me where the car keys are." He turned me over and untied the knots at the back of my neck. He pulled the gag out of my mouth. "Don't yell," he warned. "Where are the car keys?"

"In my purse on the floor," I answered. Watching me, he moved to the edge of the bed and felt around, locating the purse. He lifted it up and dug through it, trying to keep an eye on me. He found the keys and asked me which key. Then he asked for the number sequence to open the garage door. "There's a door opener in the cabinets by the back door," I answered.

Shannon stood up and checked the phone again. He could rip out all the phone lines, but it wouldn't make much difference, because as soon as I freed myself I'd be out the door to a neighbor’s. Worse, Shannon would be driving a stolen car and she'd give the plate number to the police. This wasn't going to work! He'd have to leave the city as fast as possible. But first he ought to get rid of all the drugs he was carrying. Shit! Why did his friend tell him to carry it anyway! Shannon couldn't believe how stupid he was.

Shannon picked up the panties again and I rolled away in alarm. He grabbed me and spun me onto my back. I arched my head away desperately and he pinned my head sideways, pushing the gag at my mouth. "NNNmg" I protested as his fingers pressed my throat and my mouth opened. He pushed it completely in and held it there as he wrapped the anchoring ropes over it. He wrapped me in the blanket.

He picked up my purse and then lifted me. If I was gone with my car, he'd have plenty more time to get somewhere. He could leave me out in a field so it would take me longer to escape. That would work much better.

At the back door he stopped and thought about untying me and turning himself in. When he thought about how much drugs he was carrying and what I might say he'd done to me, he changed his mind. He used the door-opener and dashed to the garage as I squirmed and murmured as loud as I could. He loaded me into the passenger seat and then realized that I could sit up and be seen. Horrified, he considered putting me in the trunk. I can't do that to someone!, he thought. This whole kidnapping thing is already too awful for her! He placed me on the floor in front of the shotgun seat. "Don't move," he warned me, and climbed into the driver's seat. He pulled out and began driving.

"I've never done something like this, really!" he apologized as he drove. "I'm not going to hurt you or anything. I'm sorry I lied about taking your car keys and leaving but you can't call the police until I'm far away! I'll take you somewhere safe and leave you where you can walk back to town. You won't be hurt or anything. I'm not a criminal. Really! Well, no, I guess I am a criminal, but it only happened recently and it didn't seem like it was going to be such a big deal. I didn't think about getting busted and I'm not much into drugs myself. My friend needed me to help him out and it didn't seem like a bad idea. But I don't want you to think I'm a nut or --" he looked down at me and realized I had wormed up onto the seat and was trying to pull the blanket off my head. "Christ!" he yelled and pulled over.

"Goddamnit, you're going to get me busted!" he yelled in alarm, pushing me back down into the corner. Cars were passing by. I've got to get her to cooperate until I can get away, Shannon thought, frightened. She won’t stop it unless I scare her, dammit.

"Listen, I said I'm not going to hurt you, but that's only if you play fair with me!" He grabbed my shoulders and shook me. I struggled and twisted and the blanket fell away around me. With my legs pulled up, the skirt had gotten bunched, and Shannon realized I was wearing nylons, not pantyhose. He stared in amazement. There aren't any women who wear garter belts anymore, are there?, he wondered. He really liked them, but had never even seen them on someone in person.

I curled up and flattened myself against the car door as he pushed the skirt up farther to look at the garter belt. No underwear. Feeling the heat in his face as he blushed in excitement, he ran his hand along my outer thigh, up past the end of the nylon, along the garter strap, and over my hip until his hand stopped at my waist. She's so warm, he thought to himself, gripping my small bare hip with his hand, feeling me struggle but unable to move away. Unable to curb his curiosity, he pinned my chest with one hand and unbuttoned my blouse with the other. No bra. The ropes he'd wrapped around me were in the way, but he cleared them above and below my breasts and pulled the blouse apart a bit more. Definitely no bra. He could hear both of us breathing.

Suddenly he pulled his eyes from me and realized where we were. He grabbed my turned head and forced me to look at him. "You just sit still! You hear me? If you don't -- I won't behave myself. You understand?" I nodded as his hands released my face.

He backed away and back into the driver's seat. He was sweating and sat for a while trying to catch his breath. He looked down at me once more. "If you just sit tight, I won't touch you again," he promised, and pulled onto the road. Why the hell did I do that?, he agonized. I scared her half to death! But at least now she seems cooperative. God, I can't believe I took advantage of her like that. I'm no better than a real criminal if I don't treat her like a person!

Shannon drove out into the countryside south of the city. He took a dirt road for a few miles and then pulled off into a field. A little farther and he parked in a little clearing where he used to party when he was in high school. He'd even brought some college friends there a few times. It was a good safe spot, and it would take a while for a person to walk from here... out here, there probably wouldn't be any vehicles coming down the road either.

Shannon parked and got out of the car after checking me again. I was sitting in the exact same position, eyeing him nervously. Angry at himself, Shannon slammed the car door and walked away in no particular direction. Now what? Once I leave her there I have to do everything fast. I should stop off at Chris' house and leave him the stuff... Shannon mulled over everything. He wondered if his friend was down at the police station, claiming that Shannon was the real dealer. Actually... that seemed pretty likely. Shannon felt like hitting a tree for having trusted that guy. Finally he wandered back to the car.

I was in the driver's seat! And some of the ropes were loose. Shannon snatched open the door and dragged me out, placing me on the ground. "What are you doing!?" he yelled in frustration. My hands were untied and he grabbed at them, pinning me face up on the grass. He pinned me as best he could until my legs stopped moving. "Goddamnit! Just let me leave you here so you don't have to be afraid of me anymore," he begged. I didn’t move. He tightened his grip on my wrists, staring at me. He could smell perfume or something. His glance traveled down my neck. Both of my clavicles were uncovered. He shifted slightly and realized that my shirt was very loose. I began squirming again as he held himself up over me, looking at me. My left breast was bare, the nipple hard as though it were cold. Shannon felt his throat tighten and his cock hardened against my squirming body.

Ashamed, he let go and jumped off of me. I sat up and pulled my shirt together, watching him. Suddenly he grabbed at me and lifted me, putting me over his shoulder. My legs were still tied together and I clutched uncertainly at his back, trying to figure out if or how I should hit him. He carried me to a tree and set me standing against it. He pulled the loose ropes from my wrists and clenched my wrists together, rewrapping the ropes. He strung them upward and tied the end of the rope to a branch at the top of his reach. Then he set to re-tying the other loose ropes until I was secure.

He rechecked my hands to be sure I wasn't working free. "You just stay here until I drive away," he instructed. I hope she'll be able to get loose!, he thought. If she didn't she'd never get help out here -- no one would even hear her! He began to doubt his plans. If he tied her too good she could starve or something. But if he just left her untied, how long before she'd be found running along a road? Was there some way to tie her halfway so he could be sure how long it would take to get loose? Shannon ground his teeth in frustration.

Then he noticed the drool from my mouth. Well, she doesn't need that stuff any more -- no one can hear her; he reasoned, and took off the gag. He tried to wipe the spit off my chin with his sleeve.

"Thank you," I said. Shannon wiped my neck off carefully as I looked away. He tried to make eye contact with me but I looked downward. I could see a great deal of his chest under the shirt. I could also see that my own chest was hardly covered. I looked up at his face and his eyes were also downward, looking at my open shirt. Mechanically, his hands came up slowly and pulled the shirt open farther until he tucked it along each side of my body. I couldn't stop breathing so fast, and it made my chest move. Shannon opened his own shirt down to his waist and leaned up against me. I whimpered in my throat as I felt his hair and sweat grinding lightly on my nipples, gently pulling them back and forth. Shannon moaned guiltily, his hands clutching the bark on both sides of my neck. He pressed his erection onto my hips and rubbed, feeling the ropes between us. "No" I managed, finally.

Shannon froze. I can't do this, he thought, she's right, I've got to stop it. I can't be so insensitive! What's gotten into me!? He backed away, feeling terrible, not looking at me. When he did he realized I was exposed. I whined in fear as he stepped back up to me; he simply pulled the blouse back into place and buttoned it. Shannon walked away as quickly as he could and got into the car. Later, I'll make an anonymous phone call to tell them she's out here, Shannon reasoned. He shut the door.

He couldn't find the keys. They weren't in the ignition. Where had he left them? He tried to remember, but he'd been so upset when he first parked here... Shannon checked all his pockets, then opened the door again and looked in the grass, retracing his steps. He went back to the car and looked on the dash, then went through his pockets again. He looked on the floor of the car and felt in the seat... Then it occurred to him. He looked up at me, still tied to the tree. I was looking at him and he could tell I knew.

Shannon leapt from the car and slammed the door and raced over to me furiously. "Where the fuck did you put the keys?" he shouted. I was terrified and clenched my eyes shut. He struck the tree by my head and my eyes bolted open. "Where did you hide them?" I couldn't possibly tell him. "Answer me!" I opened my mouth but nothing came out. I shut it again. Shannon looked just as frightened as me by this time. I didn't know what to do; I couldn't tell him where I'd put them. Shannon stepped back and looked me up and down, then checked the skirt for pockets. There weren't any.

Notice how I never finish when I try to write down a fantasy? The last three attempts never even got to the sex part. I just can’t seem to bring myself to write that stuff down... I guess I’m afraid to see it on paper.

I did notice something on the last one -- I seem to have a great deal of the fantasy occur from the man’s point of view. And that’s not just from writing it wrong, or something. I really do picture a lot of it that way. Like I’m Shannon half the time. Boy, Harmon would find that interesting.

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