4 comments/ 29751 views/ 3 favorites Rendezvous with Darkness Ch. 01 By: Tanuki For this series, I’m hoping for more of a sci-fi novel feel, so the sex follows a lot of character development - please be patient! If you’re not the patient type, skip to about the 2nd half of chapter one! Some of the characters’ appearance were inspired by Japanese anime, but the story and themes are all original. The sex is mostly non-consensual so far, but definitely sci-fi/fantasy in style. Chapter 1: The Avenger The deep space patrol ship Avenger was one month into its current six month patrol. Her captain, Lana Tagami sat in her chair overseeing the small bridge, watching the blackness of deep space pass by as her ship hummed and whirred contentedly. Tagami’s ship was currently several days travel off the commercial shipping lanes, looking for the usual nuisances that the plagued the Empire - pirates, lost cargo ships or cruise liners, or, her favorite, space debris! But boredom was good, it kept you out of trouble. The Avenger was nominally under the Imperial flag, but being part of the Japanese contingent of the Imperial fleet meant her loyalties were supposed to be to the Japanese government first. Lana herself grew up in Japan, of mixed descent, and the Japanese fleet in typical close-minded form, insisted that their captains be Japanese. For Lana it was a good situation, for she’d never have made captain so early otherwise. Nothing much had happened so far, and her crew was getting a little restless, tiring of giving directions to lost crews, and charging their ships weaponry just to break up a stray asteroid that wandered into a shipping lane. They were yearning for action. Captain Tagami herself had no such yearnings; she had seen her fair share of combat, and her only concern was doing her job and getting her crew home safe. She moved her hand over the portable status screen in her lap. Most of her crew was in cold sleep, to be woken up only if they came across anything unusual. Currently asleep in their stasis chambers were her five Marines, four men and one woman, all tough and eager, as well as her ship’s doctor and scientist, her computer tech, and one of her mechanics, the old geezer, Chief Jones. Her other mechanic, Ruby, was awake, doing routine maintenance. Ruby was a tall, lithe and pretty redhead, but she wasn’t one for chitchat. She came alive when the crew were playing cards, and she usually cleaned the table of their wages. Ruby was also an excellent mechanic, and an ex-Marine, and Tagami was glad to have her on the ship. Awake and manning the ship were the rest of her skeleton crew: her pilot, her ship’s nurse, and of course her cook. “Eiko,” she spoke to her pilot, sitting ahead and to her right at the ship’s controls. “run a control diagnostic will you?” “Yes, Captain!” came the cheerful voice in reply, her shiny black hair swishing as the pilot nodded and reached over her head to toggle some switches. At 27 years old, Eiko had almost 8 years of experience in deep space patrols, having enlisted at a young age. She was competent and unflappable, and usually cheerful, as she appeared to be today. Eiko simply loved to fly, and she didn’t mind that her shipmates in cold sleep stayed young while she aged naturally. Eiko’s hometown friend Eri, the ship’s scientist, had hardly aged at all since they’d both joined the Service at age 19. Eri was brilliant and capable, but having spent most of her tours in cold sleep meant she was biologically only 22, and still looked like a school girl! CPT Tagami watched her pilot humming as she swiftly performed her duties; she was glad to have some experience on her ship, because most of the patrol ships were crewed by young men and women fresh out of the Academy. Most of them would spend 5 months out of 6 in cold sleep, therefore aging only a month on each six month cruise! And the Captain also prefered to select female crewmates as much as possible, for on a six month cruise, she preferred to have as few male distractions as possible! Females were also better suited to the rigors of long space deployments, and she was glad her testorerone charged Marines were safely frozen solid in the cabins. Normally her computer tech, Ken, was awake, simply because he liked to be. Ken was a young, geeky Japanese computer expert about five years out of the Academy, and on his 1st tour with the Avenger. Lana had looked for a female computer tech, but hadn’t found one, and Ken had impressed her in his interview, both with his computer knowledge and his ability to look her in the eye, and not look at her breasts, as so many men did. She tended to wear a tight fitting blowse or uniform when she interviewed the men, and if she caught them giving her assets more than fleeting glances, she scratched them immediately. Ken and her other male crew members had passed her test. Once on the ship however, she began to hear comments from the women that Ken seemed a little less gentlemanly. Her nurse Mariko had walked in on Ken when he was playing an X-rated VR game, and Eiko had mentioned him ogling her from his work station. Neither discretion bothered the captain much, for men will be men, and her busty pilot had a body that men found impossible to ignore. But a month into the tour, Chief Jones had traced an unknown radio signal to Mariko’s cabin, and found a tiny video camera sending a live feed to Ken’s computer in his own cabin. Lana blew up at that revelation, a rare outburst from the normally reserved captain, and an enraged, clawing Mariko had to be pried off the young man’s back after she tackled him. After that incident, Captain Tagami had ordered Ken to be put into cold sleep for the remainder of the tour, and to be fined and disciplined upon returning to Earth. Lana regretted hiring a Japanese man for this critical position, for even today in the 23rd century, Japanese men seemed as sex-obsessed as ever! The other man besides Chief Jones who was currently awake was the cook, whom everyone called Pops, since he had six kids and a pregnant wife back on Earth. Pops was as you’d expect of an American cook - large, round, and fatherly. He treated the girls like his own daughters, and if one of them had the munchies on night shift, he was happy to cook them up an omelette or an apple pie. And when the Marines were awake, he made them extra large portions, and they loved him for it. The captain brushed her brown hair over her ears and turned her attention to the monitor in front of her, which was beeping quietly. Incoming radio transmission, blinked the green screen. “Eiko, put that on the speaker.” Her pilot moved a switch over her head, and after a few seconds, a voice came on the speaker. It was a male voice, sounding nervous. “Mayday, mayday!” it spoke quickly. “Research vessel Shukusei requests emergency assistance, we are under attack, repeat, we are under attack! Mayday, mayday!” Lana Tagami bolted upright in her seat, hitting the red alarm button with her fist. She barked an order to her pilot. “Give me a direct channel!” Eiko worked her controls for a few moments, then shook her head. “I’m sorry maam, it’s a recording, broadcast in 10 second intervals. It’s not acknowledging a response. Maybe it’s out of range.” Tagami nodded. “Get me a fix on that beacon then!” A distress call - from a Japanese government ship! Probably back behind them a few days, on the shipping lane they’d recently passed through. Attack probably meant pirates. Research ships were actually quite well armored for just that reason. Most pirate ships were small outdated boats that wouldn’t be able to take on a government boat. Just then a head poked through the open doorway of the cabin. It was the ship’s nurse, Mariko, the bubbly redhead who was so goofy that the Captain sometimes wondered how she’d passed nursing school. “What’s up, Cappy-tan???” bubbled Mariko, her dark red ponytail swishing about. “Are we going to rescue another Navy destroyer full of cute guys??” Tagami groaned, ignoring her young nurse. Mariko was just a month out of nursing school, and no more than 20 years old. Despite her reservations, Tagami had agreed to take her on board, since the girl had been so persistant. Not unlike a labrador puppy, annoying but hard to turn away. Then her pilot spoke up. “Captain, I have a fix on the distress beacon,” she said, also ignoring the nurse. “It’s located about 2 days travel at max speed from our current position. Shall I lay in a course?” Two days, thought the Captain. That meant the radio signal was about a week old. Whatever had happened on that ship was most likely long over. Nevertheless, it being a Japanese government ship, she was duty bound to respond. “The shipping lane will take us in the wrong direction, damn. But we have no choice. Yes, plot a course at maximum speed. And see if you can find any other signals from that ship. I want to know what happened to her before we board.” “Yes, maam,” nodded Eiko, “but uh, maam, the distress call isn’t from the shipping lane, it’s in the direction we’re headed.” That’s odd, thought Tagami. Nothing that way but empty space. And the military outpost they’d been heading toward, but that was about four day’s travel. The research vessel was half way there. The outpost likely hadn’t heard the distress call yet, and they weren’t staffed for rescues, that was her job. “Roger that. Get us there, Eiko,” she replied. Giving the nurse a wink, Eiko turned back to plot her course. “Did you say a research ship???” piped in the redheaded girl still leaning in through the door. “Ooooo, that means I’ll have to rescue some cute scientists for sure!” And with that the nurse skipped away down the hall, humming to herself. Eiko spoke to her captain without turning her back. “Captain, was I ever that airheaded?” The question drew a chuckle from the captain. “Do you think I’d let you pilot my ship if that were true, Eiko?” Giggling, Eiko turned back to her monitor to plot the course. They had two days to find out what they could about that ship. Maybe her friend Takabe could help. A day had passed, and the crew members in cold sleep had been aroused, a process that took about 12 hours. The marines and the ship’s doctor were sitting at the mess table waiting for Pops to cook them a big breakfast. Ken the computer tech was also woken, for ship’s rules required everyone awake in the event of a red alert. Cold sleep left one with a ravenous appetite. Chief Jones was in the cargo bay smoking a cigar. With the ship’s course safely in the autopilot, Lieutenant Eiko Koike took her chance to head to the gym. Dressed in her workout clothes, a pink cotton tank top and short white skirt, Eiko walked into the small gym planning her workout as she tied her mass of shoulder length black hair into a pony tail. She expected the gym to be empty as usual, since the marines were all having a long breakfast, but instead she found the one person she least expected. “Oh!” she said, surprised. Ken the technician was there, standing on the dojo mat with a sword in his hand. He seemed surprised to see her as well, and he glanced down at her bare legs before catching himself. “Uhh, hey,” he said, nodding at the pilot. “I, uh, I didn’t know you worked out.” Eiko didn’t know he worked out either, in fact he’d been in cold sleep for months after his reprimand, so she’d kind of forgot about him. As the girl looked at the young Japanese man dressed in a T-shirt and long cotton draw-string pants, she realized that the geeky computer tech actually looked quite physically strong, and without his glasses and work uniform, not very geeky at all! She had figured his glasses were just cosmetic anyway, for these days most people had their eyes surgically fixed. He actually had a handsome face, come to think of it. “I’m sorry,” she said, a bit flustered as she caught herself staring at his chest. “Just tell me when you’re done with the mat, ok?” Ken nodded and began to perform exercises with the sword, while Eiko began stretching exercises. After she finished, she did a two km run on the treadmill, after which she was feeling warmed up and ready for the mat exercises. But Ken was still there, doing martial arts kicks and punches, with a speed and power she would never have guessed the young tech possessed. Ken stopped when he realized she was staring at him. She had an idea. “Umm, Ken, would you like to do some sparing?” she asked, picking up a wooden katana sword. Ken looked at her in surprise, then said, “Sure, if you want, if you think you can beat a man on the mat.” Eiko bristled at his remark, and the smile on his face. She knew he was trying to goad her, but it worked anyway. She was pretty good with the sword, she was pretty sure she could take him, and now she had incentive. “This is not one of your VR games, Ken,” she scolded, stepping onto the mat, twirling her sword with both hands. “And this sword will actually hurt when I hit you with it!” Ken smiled, “if this were one of my VR games, Miss Koike, you would be dressed a little differently.” Eiko frowned. “What do you mean by that? You saying you don’t like my outfit?” Ken chuckled, his geeky appearance now banished, replaced by a disconcerting self assurance. “No, I like it just fine, but in VR, you’d be dressed in ropes . . . and lying at my feet!” Eiko gasped at his bold words, and in that instant, the young man leaped forward, swinging his sword up and then down. She tried to react, but Ken’s whistling sword came down and crashed into her sword, knocking it to the floor, and then the sword was at her neck, his grinning face only a foot from hers, as he looked down into her shocked eyes. “Too easy,” said Ken, a smirk on his face. “perhaps you should stick to flying?” Eiko regained her composure and pushed him away, picking up her sword. “Ken, you dirty sukebe! You’re disgusting!” she hissed. “You caught me off guard is all, it won’t happen again.” Ken stepped back to his side of the mat, and answered casually. “Care to bet on that, girly?” Eiko knew she was being baited, but she also knew she was an excellent swordsman, when she wasn’t distracted by lude comments. “Don’t think I won’t!” she answered, raising her sword up, regaining her confidence. A swordsman that doubted herself was as good as dead, she thought. “Well then, if you win, I’ll give you 500 credits, how about that?” 500 credits was a lot, almost a week’s pay! Eiko gulped. “And if you win?” Ken thought for a second, then smiled and held up his finger. “If I win, you have to play one of my VR games with me!” “What do you mean by that?” she asked. Eiko wasn’t a game player. “Oh, sorry, you’ve never played a VR game. Well, you wear a headset, and you attach some E-sense pads to your body, and I do the same, and then we enter the 3D world together. The computer tricks your brain into thinking you’re in a real world - you can smell, hear, taste, feel - everything!” Eiko had heard about it - some of her friends loved it. And she knew some people had virtual sex, which she was sure was what Ken had in mind. “No Ken, I’m not going to be some VR sex puppet for you.” Ken laughed. “That would be nice, but I know you’re too shy for that kind of game. How about a fantasy game, no sex, just role playing? I’d love to see you all dressed in leather, with a real sword instead of that wood thing.” Eiko laughed despite herself. Maybe the guy just had a crush on her? It happened all the time. He probably even had some of her old bikini modelling pictorials in his cabin! How she wished she’d never had a modeling career. “Ok, you’re on! I could use the credits to buy myself some new swimsuits when we get back! Best of 3 points wins!” The two sword wielding crewmates began to circle each other. Unlike karate or kung fu, sword sparing ended quickly, with one hit. Eiko circled and waited til she saw Ken’s eyes wander from her face to her body, then she struck fast, bending at the knees and lunging forward to sweep the legs. Ken jumped barely in time, and brought his sword down, but the Japanese girl had rolled to her right and was attacking him again. Ken paried two, then three furious attacks, being forced back toward the wall. He turned sideways and launched a kick at the girl’s chest, but she spun, ponytail whirling, letting the blow glance along her back, bringing her sword up quickly. Ken froze, for he felt the girl’s sword now wedged up beneath his armpit - a fatal blow if the sword had been real. One point for her. The two separated, Ken turning serious while the pilot grinned and winked at him. Ken attacked this time, fiercely, driving his sparing partner back. He knew his superior strength could wear her down quickly if he kept attacking. Then he howled, for Eiko’s sword swept down and clipped him on the knee. He limped away cursing her for the blow, which didn’t count, but caused him a lot of pain. Eiko grinned at him and winked again. With a growl, Ken swept his sword back to attack, but with a lighting swift lunge, Eiko was coming at him, her sword jabbing toward his chest. He parried the blow clumsily, then gave ground as the Japanese girl swung rapidly again and again. Damn she was skilled, and fast! Ken panted a bit, watching his foe as she stepped back, spinning her wooden blade with confidence as she grinned at him. Dressed in her filled out pink tanktop and short skirt, the girl was driving him crazy with desire, and it was distracting him from his concentration. I have to focus, forget about her body! thought Ken. Eiko then adopted a stance with her left hand forward and her sword held back behind her head. Ken couldn’t stop his eyes from wandering to her slowly heaving breasts stretched tight in the cotton tanktop. He thought he could see the outlines of her nipples . . . “Aiiee-yaa!” screamed the girl suddenly, spinning and whirling toward the wide-eyed computer tech. Ken raised his sword in defense, but the spinning girl switched hands and jabbed forward below his sword, jabbing him in the chest. “Owww!!” yowled Ken, holding his chest and glaring at the girl. “Two points, sukebe-boy!!” jeered the girl. “I win!” Ken scowled as Eiko jumped in the air in celebration. “I won!!” she shouted, giggling. “500 credits, yes!!! Sorry about the knee, geek boy.” Ken grumbed something and glared at the girl, for once not enjoying the sight of her bouncing breasts. The long cold sleep had dulled his senses, and he should have known better than to bet 500 credits. Without a word, he went to his bag and retrieved his tiny PCD, then spoke into it. “Transfer 500 credits to crewman Eiko Koike. Verify.” “There, you win,” he spat, imagining what he would do to the grinning girl if he had his way. He would get her back, ten fold, he swore it. Then Ken stomped off, leaving the giggling Eiko to run and check her own PCD to see her new credit balance. She had to go tell Eri right away! They could go shopping together when they got home! Eiko returned to her cabin at 1000 hours, yawning a bit. She felt a bit light headed after breakfast, even though she hadn’t had any alcohol, just her usual grape juice. She’d been annoyed at breakfast because once she got up to use the restroom, and when she’d returned to her seat, Ken, the sukebe bastard, had moved to sit next to her. They’d both gotten to breakfast late after working out, and only the two of them were left, so he’d plenty of places to sit. She’d scowled at him but said nothing, and he hadn’t spoken either, which she thought was a bit odd, since he’d obviously come to sit next to her. Now as she unzipped her pilot’s jumpsuit and stepped out of the tight uniform, she began to wonder what that dizzy feeling in her head was about. Feeling strange, she sat down naked on the bed. Oh dear, she thought. If I’m getting sick, I better put some clothes on in case someone comes to help me. She opened her drawer and put on a pair of white cotton panties and a soft pink cotton blowse, buttoning just a couple buttons before she stopped at the soft sound of her door bell. Rendezvous with Darkness Ch. 01 It’s probably Eri, here to help her spend her 500 credits, she thought. “Open door,” she said, her voice a little hoarse. She felt so warm suddenly. Still sitting on the bed, she turned to face the door. “Takabe, I feel kind of----“ Eiko let out a little gasp, her hand flying to her chest. It was Ken, standing in the doorway wearing his jumpsuit and carrying his workbox. “Surprised to see me, Eiko?” said the young man, with the same grin he’d wore when they were sparring. He stepped into the room and pressed the door close button. “K-Ken!” she sputtered, finding her voice, and reaching for a pillow to put on her lap and cover herself. “Wha--get out of my room!” The door now closed behind him, Ken just smiled, then he spoke to her in a commanding voice. “Eiko, put the pillow away.” It sounded strange to her ears, the way he commanded her, like he was talking to a computer. But to her surprise, she realized her hands were taking the pillow from her lap and putting it next to her on the bed. “What the---“ she said to herself, confused. Her hands seemed to have moved on their own. Ken was laughing. “Eiko, take off your shoes and socks,” he ordered her again in that strange monotone. Eiko was about to say that no way in hell would she take off her shoes for this idiot, but just as before, she found herself doing so, unable to stop. Then she was barefeet, and she put her left hand in her lap to try to cover herself, since her pillow was now uselessly sitting next to her. “Ken, I . . . . I don’t understand?” she muttered, helplessly confused, and feeling a bit dizzy. “Eiko,” he said, coming to sit next to her on the bed. “While you were in the bathroom at breakfast, I slipped a little . . . pill, into your grape juice. I’m glad you drink that stuff, cause I could never hide the pill in a glass of water.” Ken chuckled at her confused look. Through the fuzziness, Eiko realized what happened. He’d drugged her! With some kind of . . . . suggestive behavioral modifier! She had to call the captain! “Open interco---mmmphh!!” The girl’s command to open communications to the bridge was stopped short by Ken’s hand on her mouth. “Eiko, quiet!” he ordered quietly. He removed his hand, and the girl sat there blinking at him. “Eiko, you will do nothing unless I command it, do you understand?” The girl found herself nodding helplessly. She didn’t want to be quiet, and she didn’t want to follow his commands, but she found herself compelled to do whatever he said. She wished the drug made her unconscious, so she wouldn’t have to be aware of what was happening! “Good! Now order the computer to lock your door, and issue a Do Not Disturb for all calls,” said Ken. Eiko did as he asked, speaking to the computer, and she heard her door lock, and a ping acknowledge her Do Not Disturb command. She shook her head, then she realized she could still move, but only her hands and legs, she couldn’t seem to stand up. Ken was getting comfortable. “Now, Eiko, you may speak, but you may not issue any commands to call. Lie down on the bed now, that’s a good girl.” Ken watched as the long legged Japanese beauty stretched out on her bed, her hands moving to cover her panties, and her face flushing, but she obeyed. Her head rested on the pillow, and she was grateful for the two buttons on her blouse that kept her shirt from revealing her breasts. Ken was going to rape her, or something. She shivered. Then she remembered she could talk. “Ken, why are you doing this? Do you want to go to jail? You know the punishment for using a coercive drug?? You know if you r--rape me, they will have evidence . . unless . . . oh god, you’re not going to kill me??” Ken laughed and shook his head. “Shhh, don’t worry honey, I’m not going to kill you! I’m not like that you know? And I’m not going to rape you either. Well, not really.” Eiko felt a wave of relief, for he looked sincere. “You--you’re not? Then . . .” Ken reached out to touch her leg, then stopped himself. “I have no intention of going to jail. When this drug wears off, you won’t be really sure if you dreamed the last 12 hours, or they were real. And you’ll have no proof - the drug completely dissolves in your system after 12 hours. But until then, we’re going to play a few games!” Ken wouldn’t mind having sex with her, but it was impossible with modern technology to get away with that. Any woman who suspected she’d been raped could perform a DNA test in seconds with a simple kit, and he’d be caught. So he couldn’t touch her, but that’s where his VR came in. Eiko was puzzled, then her eyes opened. “You’re going to play one of your VR sex games with me, aren't you? You sick bastard! I’m going to kill you!” Eiko tried to reach him, but she found she couldn’t get off the bed, and her hands remained at her sides, her fists balled up in anger. Ken just smiled at her and shook his head. In frustration, Eiko gave up trying to sit up. “But why do you need me to participate if it’s VR??” Ken looked annoyed. “Well, after tonight I won’t need you, after the computer records all your reactions, your voice, your body shape and all that. But let’s get started, I’ve got only 12 hours. Stand up in the middle of the room, and take off your clothes.” Eiko gasped, but in moments she felt herself getting off the bed and standing up. With a whimper, she watched strangely as her hands removed her shirt and panties and dropped them on the floor. Done with her commands, she turned to watch Ken opening his tool box and taking out a mess of wires, goggle-like headsets and a small box with a control panel. Then he turned toward her with a foot long wand, connected by a wire to a small computer. Seeing the former bikini model standing there naked with only her hands to cover herself, the computer tech let out a whistle and looked her up and down. Eiko felt her whole body flush in humiliation. “Ken, damnit! Do what you have to do, but don’t look at me like that.” To her surprise, Ken stopped staring and apologized. “Sorry, you’re right I can look all I want once we have this VR session done. Ok, now stand still, face forward, hands at your sides, and don’t move or I’ll have to restart.” Ken then took the long wand and began moving it up and down in front of the naked slightly trembling girl. He tried not to look at her magnificent curves, instead focusing on getting the body scan done properly. After a few minutes, the computer said he was done with everything except a couple details. “Ok now, Eiko, open your mouth as wide as you can.” She did as he said, making an ‘ahhhh’ sound, and he moved the wand around inside her mouth until the computer beeped. “Ok, now we’re almost done. Now I want you to spread your legs as wide as you can, like you’re doing a split. There, that’s a good girl.” Ken felt a tremendous urge as he looked at the girl bent over at the waist, cursing him but obeying, her legs wide almost in a split. But he steeled himself and waved the wand around between her thighs. After the beep, he did the same behind her bottom. Then he was done, and he ordered the girl to get back on the bed. She was shivering a bit so he looked around and found a soft thin blanket. He’d give it to her as soon as he had applied the sensors. As the girl watched helplessly, Ken attached small wireless sensor pads to her temples, behind her ears, her neck, her palms, and wrists. Then he attached larger thicker pads with wires to her nipples, causing the girl to squirm. “Hey, what are all these things anyway?” Eiko pleaded, not liking the feeling of the soft pads on her tender breasts. “They are used for the simulation, to both give and receive signals to your body. Here, these go in my favorite spot - open your legs a bit.” Eiko gasped as she felt a form fitting pad attached to her womanhood, covering her entire crevice snuggly. Then he was attaching more to her thighs and feet, and then he told her to roll away from him onto her side, so he could attach a few more to her back. One even went on her bottom between her cheeks, making the girl squirm in discomfort at being touched in such a private place. “Ok, all done - oh, the headgear, I almost forgot!” Ken pulled out a visor like headset and carefully placed it over Eiko’s head. Once it was on, she could no longer see, and the warm straps gripped her head gently but firmly. Blind, she became more acutely aware of the cold air on her soft bare skin, and she shivered. “Oh, sorry about that,” said Ken, seeing her shiver. “Let me give you the blanket.” He draped the warm blanket over the girl’s body, careful not to dislodge the sensors. Then he reached for the computer and turned on the program, then sat down on Eiko’s large beanbag chair, and attached sensors to himself. For the purpose of the VR recording, he only needed a headset and a few body sensors, not the complete suite that he’d attached to Eiko. When this drug wears off, I’m gonna remember what he did, she thought, and I’m gonna kill him! Secretly though she was terrified, and she was glad that Ken seemed more interested in recording his VR session than in actually molesting her for real. The blackness in Eiko’s vision suddenly gave way to a whirlwind of colors, that settled back down. She felt a sensation of weightlessness, her head spinning, then suddenly everything was normal. She was standing in a field, a vast beautiful field of bright flowers and lush green grass. In the distance grand mountains rose above the fields, and she watched in amazement as the clouds flowed past the peaks. She breathed in the fresh air and sighed at the beautiful sight. “Beautiful isn’t it?” Eiko gasped as the sudden appearance of a man beside her. When she saw his face, she remembered where she was. But now Ken was dressed in a magnificent suit of leather armor, with a great sparkling sword at his side. She looked down at herself, and saw that she was also dressed in a beautiful gown of white, and she twirled about, admiring herself in the perfectly fitted dress. Then she frowned. “Ken, where are we?” She knew something was wrong, knew she had recently been in her cabin, but the memory seemed wistful, already fleeting away. “We’re in the VR program, Eiko. It’s amazing isn’t it? You can’t feel the bed you’re lying on can you?” Eiko shook her head. She could swear it was real, only she knew it wasn’t because now she remembered the wires and sensors. And the drug. “The drug does this?” “Yes, the drug makes you obey the VR program, just as it makes you obey me. The program tells you it is real, so your mind believes it, to a point. It won’t let you kill yourself, or injure yourself, it isn’t powerful enough to overcome instinct. But the funny thing is, you no longer have to obey me inside the program!” “really?” said Eiko, confused. “You mean, so I could try to kill you, in here?” Ken laughed. “Yes, I suppose - it’s a byproduct of the programming, that your brain only obeys the computer, not any characters inside the program. Of course since I control the program, I indirectly control you, hehe!” Eiko frowned. It felt so real - she could remember lying on the bed, and almost picture herself, but as she looked about this beautiful scene, she could smell the flowers, and feel the soft silk on her flesh - if she didn’t know it was fake . . . “Ken,” she said, turning to face the armor-clad young man. “What are you going to do to me in here? And will I remember it tomorrow?” Ken was playing with the end of his sword and he smiled, looking the girl up and down in her beautiful gown. “You’’ll remember a lot of this, but it’ll seem like a dream. Or nightmare, ha! But you won’t be able to prove that I forced you to do any of this! And you won’t even remember that the man in your dream is me!” “You bastard,” said the girl, balling her fists. She lunged at him with a punch, but he moved out of the way. He seemed . . . quicker, here in the VR world. Ken laughed, keeping his distance from the angry girl. “See, definitely the drug doesn’t work in here! Now, I’m going to tell the program to make you forget about the drug, and then we will begin, ok sister?” “Wait!” blurted Eiko, holding up a white-gloved hand. “You haven’t told me what we’re going to do in here?” Ken gave her a lascivious grin. “Oh . . . lots of things, dear. We’ll play a few games - I have to get the computer to record as much of you as possible in the time I have, so my VR double of you will be as accurate and realistic as possible. Then I can enjoy your perfect image whenever I like, in the privacy of my cabin!” Eiko fumed. The bastard didn’t want her real self, he wanted a virtual image of her! That made her feel weird. Then a thought came to her. “Ken, umm, are we going to . . . uhh . . . have sex? Is that the idea?” “Would you like that?” he asked, but the girl shook her head and he frowned. “Well actually I’m not wearing the complete sensor suite like you are, so that wouldn’t work too well I’m afraid. I can touch you of course, but having sex really needs the full sensor suite.” Eiko felt an enormous wave of relief. “Oh god, thank god! No offense, but I can’t tell you how relieved I am that you don’t have rape in mind!” Ken didn’t say anything, he was just looking at her, and his smile took on an evil twist. “Who told you that, cutie?” he said, enjoying seeing the relief drain from the girl’s face. “I just said you wouldn’t be having sex with me! This is a VR world remember? Anything is possible!” “What???” said Eiko, feeling her heart turn to stone. “Bu-but you said . . . .” “Maybe you haven’t figured it out, but I like to watch! And the best way for the computer to record your reactions to sex, is to simulate it, silly! But don’t worry, if you’re a good girl, I’ll go easy on you.” His words were like a dagger to her heart, and Eiko’s legs felt weak. Then she stopped herself. He’d said she was no longer under control of the drug in here. That meant she could fight him! She had read somewhere about VR, that a subject that died in VR sometimes would pass out from the shock in real life. If she could kill Ken here in the VR world, he might pass out long enough for her to escape. She had to test the theory, so she suddenly elbowed the taller man and grabbed for his sword. Before he could react, she yanked the heavy blade from his scabbard and held it up high, measuring her distance from him. Ken looked shocked, as the girl whirled, bringing the sword down toward his exposed neck. But just before she could hack his head off, the beautiful field winked out like a dream, and Eiko felt dizzy for moment. Then her vision came back, and she was in a dark place, with cold stone walls and wood torches lighting the walls. It was a dungeon. As Eiko became physically aware of her surroundings, she realized something was terribly wrong. Then she gasped and looked down at herself. Her hands no longer held a sword, instead they were behind her back, tied together at the forearms tightly by soft but secure ropes. Her princess’ gown was also gone, instead she wore just her panties, and . . . . Eiko gasped in horror. The ropes that tied her arms continued around her body, criss-crossing around her bare breasts and belly, and passing down between her thighs, making her soft mound beneath her panties bulge out between the two ropes that held tight to her flesh. “Iyaaa!” she cried struggling, her terror making her lose control, reverting to the Japanese she’d learned as a child. “Iyaaa, yurushite, dare-ka!” The Japanese girl had never felt so helpless and vulnerable as she did now, bound in ropes deep in a dark frightening dungeon. She heard a scream in the distance, and what sounded like whips striking flesh. She whirled about, taking in the dark walls and flickering torches, as her surroundings amplified her terror. Then she felt arms on her shoulders and she almost fainted. She was spun around, and there stood a tall handsome man in a knight’s metal and leather armor. Recognition came to her in a second - it was Ken! And this was the VR world again! She was safe, sort of. She seemed to lose her memory temporarily when the VR world changed. She blushed and averted her eyes as she saw him look at her with obvious pleasure. “Ken, please, this is horrible!” she whimpered, trembling. In his strong arms, she suddenly felt strange, as the realization struck her that she was helpless and naked before him. Then she made a little cry in her throat as the man in armor before her reached a hand up to squeeze her breast. His hand on her body was shockingly sensual, and she couldn’t believe it wasn’t real. “Iyaa-da!” whimpered the bound girl as her nipple was squeezed and teased. “Ken, please don’t! Are . . . are you touching me, on the bed?” “No, I’m not,” said Ken, his soft touches continuing, “but the sensor pads on your breasts are simulating my touch. It works very well, don’t you think?” Eiko had to nod, her eyes closed as she tried to ignore the delicious sensations. It had been months since a man had touched her, and even then it hadn’t felt like this! Her fear, and the terrible rope contraption she wore seemed to heighten her sensitivity considerably. Ken was pleased - more than pleased, he was ecstatic! The lovely pilot that he’d desired from the first day he entered the ship - here she was, bound and helpless in front of him. And she was enjoying his touch, for despite her begging, her nipples were clearly stiffening in his fingers! And the computer was recording it all! Her reactions, the sounds she made, and what she said, how and where she liked to be touched - even things that weren’t visible to Ken, but the sensors picked up - like her heartrate and degree of arousal. And it recorded how she felt to him when he touched her! While Ken was distracted by his thoughts, Eiko was lost in a whirlwind of confusing sensations. She was frightened by her surroundings, yet her body was reacting to Ken’s touch eagerly, and she knew she had to stop what he was doing or risk getting carried away. She hoped despite his evil plan, the young man was still bound by some sense of decency, so she tried to appeal to that. “Ken, weren’t we going to play some games?” she asked, looking up at her captor. “And could you please take off these ropes, they’re hurting me!” Ken was snapped back to reality by her question and he looked at her. Then he smiled broadly. “You want me to take off these ropes, so you’ll have another chance to attack me, is that it? You’re a smart girl, you probably know that killing me in VR might end the program and give you a chance to escape.” Eiko tried to look innocent, “No! I . . . I won’t try anything, I promise!” Ken chuckled. “No, you certainly won’t, or the next time I bring you down to this dungeon, it will be much worse for you. Would you like to see what else they have down here, for disciplining girls like you?” The wide eyed pilot shook her head. “No, please! Let’s . . . let’s play those games you were talking about.” Ken seemed to be thinking, and then he nodded, to the girl’s relief. “Ok, let’s get started then. But keep in mind, if you try anything like that again, we’ll be back down here. Ok? Good. Now let me explain how these games work. You’ll be given some task to complete. If you succeed, you’ll gain one point. Gain three points and you are free, and the program will end.” Eiko was immediately skeptical. “Baka! You think I believe you’d just let me go, after you went to all this trouble?” “Let’s just say that most girls can’t pass three games, so I’m not too worried. But yes, you have my word, if you pass three tests, I’ll let you go. I’m sure by then I’ll have enough data for a complete VR makeup of you.” “So who picks the tests, you?” Rendezvous with Darkness Ch. 01 “Well, yes, but first, the computer has to do a psychological screening. You don’t have to do anything, just relax and it’ll take care of it.” Eiko could hardly relax while she was bound and naked, but in a second, she forgot all about it as her vision turned dark again. She felt like she was dreaming, sleepy and only vaguely aware, as the computer brought her into a dream state. Ken worked the controls, glancing over at the girl under the blanket. Looking at her bound and naked, more than anything he wanted to ravish her for 12 hours, but then he couldn’t get a good recording. He had to control his urges, there’d be plenty of time for ravishing her virtual double later, in the privacy of his cabin. He told the computer to start its screening and sat back to wait. The computer would flash various images to the girl, and then record her subconscious reactions to it. In a dream state, she’d have only vague memories of the images, but based on her spontaneous reactions, Ken would know her fears, and desires, and even secret fantasies, if she reacted strongly to certain images. Ken had designed this aspect of the VR program himself, and he’d been eager to try it out! After a few minutes, the program was done, and Ken looked at the results. His subject was definitely straight, she had found the girl-on-girl images distasteful and not arousing, and same went for the S&M images, though she was certainly very fearful of being bound - so that was promising. As he’d kind of suspected, the former bikini model liked to be on display, even when scantily clad. The little vixen! he thought to himself, chuckling. Definitely didn’t like being raped, that was clear. The images of men straddling girls in scenes of rape turned her off and angered her. Hmm, that’s interesting, he thought. Brave Eiko showed strong reactions to the images of girls being molested on a crowded train! She showed indignation mixed with arousal. Must have been a teenage fantasy or something. Then he got to the last part, one of his favorites, the tentacle monsters. Hmmm, the girl seemed too shocked by those images to have a reaction of arousal. Too bad! Oh well, anyway, he had enough info for his purposes. Eiko’s vision returned, and to her relief the dungeon was gone, and she was standing back in the field of flowers. Her heart seeemed to be racing, and she had strange images in her head, but they were fading already. She was grateful for her dress, and the ropes were gone, and she turned to see Ken standing there, a little further away now, with one hand on his sword warily. “We’re all ready,” said Ken. “Would you like to try your first game?” Eiko nodded without enthusiasm. Anything was better than that dungeon. “Ken, what happens if I lose a game?” Ken smiled. “Depends on the game, you’ll see.” Eiko didn’t like the sound of that. “So what’s the first game like?” “Rather than tell you, I think I’ll just show you,” responded the young man, grinning. Eiko readied herself for the temporary dizziness as the program loaded a new environment for her. Eiko found herself in a dimly lit small auditorium. She was instantly reminded of her modeling days, of walking down a stage in her bikinis, while judges and photographers looked up at her. Only this time, she stood on a small round stage, only a few feet in diameter, and instead of a crowd of people, there were only four men seated around the stage. All four were handsome, well built men, and shockingly they were all dressed only in shorts, their strong chests and arms bare and relaxed as they looked up at her. Eiko looked to her left and saw two more round stages, each with another girl standing above 4 men, only the other men were fully clothed and not very handsome. Each of the three girls, including herself, were dressed in two piece bikinis of varying patterns. Eiko felt an instant twinge of jealousy at the beautiful figures of the other two girls. There were tough competition! Then she was surprised to hear Ken’s voice in the room. “Now Eiko, here’s how this works. The three of you will get a series of tests, and each time you lose, your stage will drop a little - if you win, it’ll go up a little. At the end, the girl on the highest stage wins and gets one point. Ok?” Eiko nodded though she didn’t really understand. “Ok, now for the first test, you have to change bikinis as fast as possible, on the word go. Ok? Ready . . . . set . . . . go!” Eiko wanted to protest, but she looked over and saw the other two bikini-clad girls reaching down to their feet and pick up small string bikinis. She looked down at her feet to find a red bikini top and bottom there as well, and she reached down quickly to pick it up. Bending over, she realized that the four handsome young men around her stage were now standing, and looking at her with interest. One of them reached out and touched her bare calf, and the girl jumped in shock. “Eiko, quickly, change into the bikini!” shouted Ken’s voice from above. Scrambling, Eiko reached behind her head to pull the strap on her bikini top, just as she’d down a thousand times as a model. But as the string unravelled and her top fell off her breasts, she gasped, for she realized the four men were now gathered in front of her to watch. She’d never changed bikinis in FRONT of the judges before, and she blushed, quickly pushing the dangling cups back against her breasts. The four men were incredibly handsome, and they had the kind of physiques that made her weak in the knees. She glanced over and saw the girl on the next stage was already pulling on her red bottom, and she thought once more about changing. But the hungry looks from the men in front of her were too much, she couldn’t go naked in front of them! Seconds later a buzzer sounded, and Ken’s voice announced what she knew was true. “You lost Eiko, you didn’t even try!” “Ken!” she protested. “I can’t change in front of these men!” Then suddenly she felt her stage drop, as the stage to her left lifted, each by about a foot. Now the four tall men’s heads were about even with her knees, and she saw their eyes taking in the new angle of view with pleasure. The meaning of her lowered stage become instantly clear when she felt a hand move against her bare thigh. “Hey!” yelled Eiko, whirling around to see the handsome blond man who’d touched her. Then another hand touched the back of her knee, while two more sets of hands grabbed her ankles. She tried to turn now but her ankles were held fast by powerful hands. “Ken, what is this?” whined the girl. “Eiko, this is the consequence of losing, the stage moves closer to the judges!” laughed the voice of Ken. “Now, the next test is up your alley. You each need to parade and show your stuff for the judges, and whoever gets the highest score from their four judges wins. Don’t worry, they’ll be fair, but they like to be aroused, so do your best!” The hands left Eiko’s legs then, and some music started, and she looked over to see the other two bikini girls begin to slowly dance and strut. This was indeed up her alley, and Eiko began to do one of her modeling ramp routines, moving about the small stage, smiling at the men, and enjoying the familiar feeling of showing her stuff on stage. Eiko was graceful and had an irresistable body - piece of cake, she thought! After a minute however, she noticed the four men in front of her seemed a bit disinterested, and a couple were even looking over behind her at the other girls. Eiko turned to see how the other girls were doing, and then her mouth opened. The nearest redheaded girl was on all fours! She was gyrating in front of her judges, shaking her breasts and wiggling her ass, to their obvious delight. The 3rd girl behind her had her top off, and was squeezing her breasts suggestively! Oh my god, thought Eiko - this is not modeling, it’s exotic dancing! Judging by the sour looks on her judges faces, she knew she had to compete. Tentatively at first, she began to move her hands over her body and wiggle her hips, as she’d seen exotic dancers do. She saw her men immediately perk up, and their looks began to make her feel warm, as she moved about on the stage, getting into it. She moved her hands up her sides and then cupped her breasts, winking at one of the men, and he smiled and nodded appreciation. His smile made her feel good, and she pushed her breasts up further and wiggled them at the next man. Excited he reached up to grab her knees and pulled her toward him a bit. Alarmed, Eiko glanced over at the other two girls, to see if their men were doing the same, but only her stage was low enough for the men to reach her! Now she was closer to the four men, and the one was spreading her legs against her will. His hands were so strong! She started to feel vulnerable now, for two hands were now caressing her bare thighs, and the sensations were riveting. The upside was her four judges now looked very happy with her. She tried to ignore the embarrassing position she was forced into, and continued to move her breasts and wiggle for them. They clearly liked what she was doing, and she felt her belly heating up. Then one of them motioned for her to lean toward him. When she did, he whispered to her. “Eiko,” he said in a deep, sexy voice. “Let us pull down your panties to see you better, and we’ll give you a perfect score, I promise!” Eiko gasped as the other three men nodded encouragingly. Drop her panties, when their eager faces were only a foot away! Suddenly the heat in her belly and their hands on her bare legs were too much, and she panicked, pulling away from their hands and backing away to the other side of the stage, her arms covering herself in shame. The looks on their faces turned from excitement, to shock, to disapproval, and then seconds later the bell sounded. Eiko knew she’d lost, damnit, why had she panicked?? Sure enough, the men gave her low scores. She felt her spirits drop as her stage dropped another couple feet. Now it was only a foot off the floor, and the tall men around her could stare her in the eyes, and their stare was not a friendly one. They looked like four hungry lions staring at a slave tossed into their midst at the Coliseum. Ken appeared in front of her then, and he looked . . . pleased. “Ken, why do you look so happy?” she grumbled. “I’m doing terribly.” “Why?” said Ken. “Cause you wouldn’t drop your pants for a bunch of strangers? It’s funny, these VR characters are quite unpredictable, I had no idea they’d be so . . . bold!” Ken chuckled while the girl glared at him. “The good news is, there’s just one more test, and all you have to do is win this one to score a point. I’m going to weight this one more than the other two tests, cause it’s a tough one. You, and the other ladies, have to give yourselves an orgasm without any help from these men. First one who comes, wins the test.” “Whaaat????” blurted the girl, he hands balled into fists. “That’s sick, I won’t do that!” Her posture matched her words. “You can stick that damn test up your ass!” Ken backtracked, taken aback by the fire in the petite Japanese girl. “Uhhh, well . . . . ok, so . . . .” Suprisingly to both of them, one of the four men spoke up. “The rules say she can do an alternative test, double or nothing, the egg test,” offered the blond man helpfully. “She’s allowed that, if she doesn’t like touching herself.” Ken seemed surprised that the VR character had spoken, then shrugged. “Ok, for double or nothing, you can pass the egg test to win the point. This will be just you competing against yourself, the other girls aren’t involved. Take it or leave it.” “Ok, whatever,” said Eiko. As long as she didn’t have to beat the other VR girls she might have a chance. Ken nodded, then four chicken eggs appeared in his hands, and he handed them to the confused girl. “Here you go, Eiko. Your test is to hold these four eggs in your hands, for a period of five minutes without dropping or crushing any of them. Your four friends here, will try to . . . . distract you from your task.” Ken smiled and looked at the girl, looking bewildered as she stood there holding the four eggs. Eiko couldn’t believe the world she found herself in. Who could think up this stuff? She shifted two eggs to her other hand and held them gingerly. Her hands were not big enough to hold them easily, so she had to cradle them carefully. Well, Ken had better not be lying when he said she was free after winning three points! The bell sounded and immediately she saw four sets of hands reaching for her. The lowered platform now meant the men around her had easy access to her body, and they used it. Two hands came to her waist, another down between her knees, and two more were moving around her from behind. The simultaneous touches on her bare flesh sent a shockwave through the girl and she nearly dropped the four eggs right then! Eiko was sure she was quite a sight, trying to hold the eggs and squirming as the four sets of hands moved about her belly, thighs and arms. None of the men had touched her intimately yet, but she found it exceedingly difficult to keep herself still, to hold the eggs. One of the men bumped her arm, nearly toppling the eggs, and she raised her hands up higher, over her head, to keep the eggs safe. With her arms raised up high, a pair of hands took the opportunity to pull the string on her bikini beneath the hair on her neck, and Eiko gasped as her top flopped down, her large breasts eagerly popping free. Two of the men mumbled their approval, and then the hands that freed her breasts moved around to encircle them. “Ohhh!” gasped the Japanese girl, squirming and feeling her body enflame at the new touches. “Stop that, please!” she begged. The hands ignored her plea and softly moved over her firm mounds, hefting their weight, and feeling their firmness. Eiko wiggled involuntarily, trying to ignore the touches igniting her body and keep the eggs safe over her head. She wanted to throw the damn things away, and slap the hands from her body, but she was helpless if she wanted to win the game! Then one of the men was leaning toward her as she stood on the edge of the stage. The hands were lifting up her breasts - as an offering to the other man lips! “Aieee!!” cried the struggling girl as his lips took one of her nipples. His tongue moved over her tender bud as it swelled into his hot mouth. Then another man was on her other breast, his mouth taking in her other nipple. Eiko shivered and moaned at the shocking sensations, feeling the heat between her legs build in waves as her nipples were teased and nipped. She’d always had such sensitive breasts, and these VR men seemed to know just how to reach her! She felt a tiny crack from the egg in her right hand - she’d been unknowlingly compressing the fragile eggs! Eiko steeled herself to try to concentrate on the eggs. It was no good, her breasts felt hot and tender, her nipples two swollen prisoners of the two sucking, teasing mouths. The two mouths moved to kiss the underside of her breasts, as if they knew just what would drive her crazy! How could they know that??? She moaned and shook her head wildly. There couldn’t be much time left, it much have been almost five minutes by now! All she had to do was hold out a bit longer! “Oh god, no!” moaned the girl, as she felt her panties suddenly being pulled down off her hips. She felt the cool air on her hips and bottom, and she realized she was wet down there already. A man in front of her leaned in close to blow on her naked mound covered by soft thin hair, and she trembled and closed her thighs. Her modesty was quickly overwhelmed by hands that gripped her knees and spread her thighs, drawing a whimper from the struggling girl. With precious seconds remaining, she willed herself to shelter the eggs in her quivering hands as the man between her knees put his hands on her butt cheeks and pulled her hips toward his mouth. Eiko looked away in horror as she felt his hot breath moving closer to her, and then his lips were on her, pressing against her moist flower petal, his tongue plunging inside her and moving up and down. “Ohhh!!” she screamed, instantly overwhelmed. Her hands were shaking, she could barely control them, as she felt the warm tongue explore her now wet crevice. She tried to squeeze her thighs, but they were held wide and inviting by strong hands, and the two mouths continued to bite and torment her nipples and heaving breasts. Her body, too long without a man, was eager for more, and her mind was losing the fight for control. “Ohhhhhh!! It .. . .muss . . . must be five ma-minutes!!” gasped the girl, her eyes riveted on her hands that held the precious eggs. Her hips were moving in rhythm with the tongue that tormented her and she shook her head, helplessly. She moaned as the tongue twirled about her swollen clitoris while his hands squeezed her bottom with relish. Eiko felt the wave of pleasure building quickly, she helpless to stop it. The tongue knew as well, for it relentlessly teased her without mercy. The men continued their onslaught as the girl’s body tensed for final release. Her back began to arch, her moans increasing in frequency. Waaaa, sounded the buzzer, and suddenly the hands and mouths were gone, as the men moved away from the trembling, sweating girl. Eiko’s body burned and she shook her head as if to say “not yet, you bastards!” But the sources of her pleasure were gone, leaving only burning and unquenched desire. She lowered her head, her chest heaving, and looked at the two eggs. Intact! She’d won. But she felt like she’d lost - her modesty, and nearly her mind! And they’d left her unsatisfied. She pulled up her bikini bottom back over her hips, and one of the men helpfully retied her bikini top. Only a VR man would do that . . . she thought. “Well well!” said Ken, behind her again. “You passed! I’m impressed. You looked like you enjoyed yourself as well!” “You bastard!” spat the girl, turning and without a thought, smashing the four eggs against his leather tunic. “You had no right!” Ken blinked at her, looking down at his egg-covered chest. “Let me out of this game of yours, right now!” demanded the Japanese girl, furious. Her body burned for more of their touches, and the embarrassment fueled her anger. Ken seemed to recover his composure. “You still have 11 hours left, my dear,” he replied, his smile gone. “And I think I’ll have to do something to teach you some respect.” “Respect?” shouted the girl, punching him in the chest, splattering egg on them both. “You’re just a pervert, I’ll never respect you!” Suddenly Eiko yelped, for the four men about her leapt to action, grabbing her arms and legs and restraining her. “I’m gonna remember this, and I’m gonna tell the captain!” she continued, struggling helplessly in the grip of the four men. “Not a chance. Enough of this,” said Ken, waving his hand dismissively. Eiko saw her world dissappear in an instant, followed by the dizziness and whirl of colors. She was back in the dungeon, but this time her wrists were tied high over her head in chains, and she wore a nothing but a tiny white string panty. She shook the cobwebs from her head, and then she noticed a single man standing at one of the tables, his back to her. “Ken, you’ll pay for this!” she growled at his back. Then the man turned, and she gasped and cringed, as much as her chained wrists would let her. This wasn’t Ken, this man was larger, with a wicked grin and weathered, cruel face. He looked . . . like a medieval torturer, only instead of a whip, his hand held what looked like a string of large pink pearls. Behind him on the table lay all manner of strange sexual devices, and the girl shivered suddenly. Eiko let out a whimper as the man moved toward her with a cruel laugh, his large hands reaching for her still enflamed body. His evil grin said clearly that he was going to enjoy disciplining his young captive.