The Picture

When I first met her online she told me that her name was Adrienne, but then as time wore on and we got to know each other she told me that her name was really Julie. I read the erotic stories she would post online and I became one of her greatest fans. Her stories always seemed to revolve around rape fantasies that had the heroine submitting to her erstwhile lover in each of the ribald vignettes. Julie and I shared a lengthy correspondence in which stories were shared and even co-authored. The results of the co-authored stories became some of the most popular stories on the Web due to their disturbingly androgynous perspective. I considered Julie to be a good friend, although a strange friend who was just the anonymous author of some friendly notes on my email. I guess what turned a corner for me was when she sent me The Picture.

I can't put my finger on exactly what it was that sent me over the edge. Perhaps it was just the combination of the depth of our relationship and then the hauntingly beautiful picture she sent to me. In The Picture she revealed herself to be not a supermodel, but a woman of a deeply textured and complex beauty, unlike any I had seen before or since. Her short dark hair framed a delicate face of the most alabaster skin jeweled with the most expressive and sapphire-blue eyes. Like the Mona Lisa, Julie also had a unique and captivating expression that conveyed a certain naivete while, paradoxically, also betraying a worldliness that betrayed a hungry sexuality.

It was only three days later when my obsession for the woman behind The Picture yielded an address. Frantically, I called in to work and took a leave for the next week for a family emergency. Then I packed up the car and left. I drove thirty-four hours before I finally found her house in a far-off town. I rented a room at a nice motel and cleaned up before pursuing my quarry. I had thought about just knocking on her door and introducing myself, but that would be sort of an anticlimax to our relationship that had produced so much mayhem in our literary collaborations. No, it had to be this way or not at all. Small towns are so much fun. After introducing myself around town as Julies' estranged brother-in-law I had found out from the helpful folks that Julie lived alone, had never married in her twenty-eight years, her parents had died and left her the old Victorian house she lived in, and she taught English at the local high school. Good enough.

Spring break had conveniently started and I decided that a Friday night was as good a time as any to get acquainted with my obsession. I decided to use one of my tried and true tricks and came to her door just after eight with a bouquet of roses. I rang the bell and she promptly answered.

"Hi...Roses? Who would send me roses?"

"I don't know ma'am, I'm just the delivery boy. They do smell great though..."

I handed the roses to her and she buried her face in them and inhaled a deep draught of their intoxicating scent. Their highly intoxicating scent. The ether I had sprayed the roses with had an immediate effect and I found myself scrambling to catch her before she fell to the floor.

The next hour was equally intoxicating to me as I carried her off to her bedroom and prepared for the evening. I had brought along a few toys which I now put to good use.

My efforts had me rather tired so I sat back and admired my handiwork: Julie was now securely tied to her own bed, dressed in a flimsy dressing gown I had found in her closet (dressing her in it is another whole story!), and neatly blindfolded and gagged. She was all dressed up and I was ready to go!

Her body writhed against the restraints as she came out of the fog of the ether. I brazenly walked over and sat next to her on the bed and ran my fingers through her hair, which had an almost immediate calming effect on her.

"It's okay, sweetheart. Nothing's going to happen to you that you haven't wanted for a long time anyway."

She screamed into the gag.

I have to admit that I was having some second thoughts about this. Did I really want to introduce myself this way? She didn't seem to be enjoying this in quite the way I thought she would. Maybe I should go. I could call the fire department from a phone booth and they could come get her free.

Hmmm.

Maybe later.

She screamed again when I brushed her face with my hand.

"Julie, it'll be okay. I'm going to make love to you the way we always wrote about."

I had thought that knowing it was me would calm her down. It only made her crazy. She screamed and I could see the tears coming out from under the blindfold. Why wasn't she into this? After all we had shared I really thought that I knew her better that this.

This must just be part of her game, acting like this.

Julie bucked and screamed and tore at the restraints when I pulled back the gown to reveal her naked glory. As I looked down on her lovely body I played out all the fantasies I had dreamt about this very moment, yet now that the moment was here all I wanted to do was make love to her.

Her muffled cries and protests fell silent when she heard my belt buckle come undone. The metal rang as my pants fell to the hardwood floor and I could see the gooseflesh rise across her body as the note faded.

My eager cock throbbed at the thought of my coming conquest and I decided to go ahead with my original plan. I knew Julie would just love it when I got done.

I climbed up onto the tall bed (it was easily three feet off of the floor) and knelt between her glorious legs. Her scent came to my nostrils and drew my face nearer until I could resist no more. I plunged my toungue deep into her musky crevice and was rewarded at first with her muffled screams that soon gave way to what could best be described as frightened moans of anticipation. Her body betrayed her true feelings to me when, with my toungue, I felt her tender clit swell under the ministrations of my mouth. Still, she was slow to respond and it took all of my skill and patience to bring her body to her first climax of the evening. It was almost as if I was watching a caterpillar emerge from its cocoon as my protesting, crying, screaming Julie blossomed into the sexual creature that I knew her to be. The onset of her climax silenced the last of her complaints as I began to feverishly lick and nibble and tease her awakened body. My hands drifted to luxuriate in the supple softness of her body. Her nipples immediately came to attention at my touch and her moans intensified as I combined my attention to her clit with a new attention to her tender nipples. Her body was almost a musical instrument that I now played to yield the lilting tones of pleasure. The crescendo became obvious and I was enraptured at the result of my love for Julie as she became helpless to the pleasure that came upon her glorious body! I knelt back and admired my efforts: Julie lay helpless before me awash in the throes of her passion and completely vulnerable to my own needs. Her pussy lay wantonly before me soaked with both of our juices as evidence of her pleasures.

I kissed her left knee as she lay panting. She did not respond at all so I kissed the right knee. I then began kissing my way up her body, tounging her navel, licking her soft belly, tasting her breasts. Finally, I nestled my face in her long, elegant neck and nuzzled her ear. She turned her head away from me and I kissed the neck that was offered to me with glee. Now I also allowed myself to relax and I settled myself down on top of her, my cock resting against the moist warmth of her treasures.

The sensation of my cock against her pussy made Julie tense. I answered her concern with a tentative grind of my groin into hers.

A negative, "Mmmm-mmmm!" issued from her as I made my second effort.

I could not wait any longer. Julies' wettened pussy offered very little resistance as my turgid cock readily parted her lips and began to poke into her velvety depths. She seemed almost sleepy as I began to make love to her with just the first inch or so of my cock. Just a little deeper with each following thrust I allowed myself. I had maybe two inches of my cock embedded in her tender body when she began her protests anew.

I hadn't come this far to quit now and I plunged my cock all the way in with one slow and deliberate thrust. Her entire being strained against my invasion only to turn me on even more than before. I began to pump myself crushingly deep into her body with each thrust over the agonized protests Julie was screaming into the gag. I was determined to finally conquer my new lover no matter what it took. Several times I fought back the urge to pound her pussy until I would realize my release. Each time I held back the urge, the urge became stronger the next time. I had to do this! I eventually had to take a couple of brief breaks to allow myself to calm down before returning to the unequalled paradise of Julies' warm, wonderful body. Over the course of easily half an hour she became accustomed to my cock and finally, FINALLY, she began to anticipate my thrusts with her own. It was mere moments later that I felt her pussy clamp around my cock with the incredible contractions of her second orgasm of the night. The cries she was making now were not protests of any sort.

Being just a mere mortal man, I could hold back no longer. As Julies' pleasure faded I began to satisfy my own carnal hunger. I took maybe six or seven deep thrusts and then I drove myself as deep as I could, grinding my body into hers, as my cock shot jets of my come into her perfect body. I collapsed on top of her wasted body as my cock kept trying to pump more and more of my seed into her vault. Julie quaked with tremors each time my cock throbbed in her depths and, as I came out of my afterglow, I realized that she was sobbing.

My heart couldn't bear the thought that I could be hurting her after all that we had been through together! Surely, she knew that I loved her!

"Julie, it's okay, hold still and I'll untie you."

I undid the blindfold and saw her eyes stare up at me with consumate fear. Hurriedly, I undid the harness that held the gag in place.

She drew a breath.

"Who are you? Why did you do this to me? I don't even know who you are."

I looked at her and all I saw was pain. Pain that I had caused.

"Julie..." What words could I say to heal the wound I had made? The tears streamed from her face like a river.

"Why do you keep calling me Julie? I'm not Julie, I'm just watching her house for her while she's in Florida."

* * *

Well, Annie (her real name as it turns out) was Julies' next door neighbors' daughter. My little escapade almost cost me the next sixty years of my life in prison, but I got lucky and Annie asked the judge to be lenient on me during the sentencing. He asked Annie if a suspended sentence would be okay with her and, surprisingly, she agreed. What made the case in my defense was The Picture. Julie had sent me The Picture of Annie as a ploy to maintain her own anonymity on the Web, but she had no idea that I would obsess over it. Julie and I got together for a few beers after the trial and she told me that while she really regretted not being at home when I came to visit that I just wasn't her type. I was too emotional, it turns out. She prefers those guys who are tall, dark, handsome, and burdened by some hidden angst. I guess angst looks good with black leather and RayBans.

* * *

A year passed by and I had gotten my life back together. I started my own computer repair business since my new record as a felony sex offender all but ruled out a regular job anywhere else but a carwash. I did okay and soon had my lawyers paid off and was established in a nice little house. One quiet spring day I heard a car pull up in the driveway and I got my "What-the-fuck-is-it-now?" look on my face as I went to answer the inevitable doorbell. The local cops had made me their personal hobby since they found out about my out of state conviction and I expected to see one of the boys in blue when I opened the door.

It may as well have been President Kennedy at the door for the shock value I got out of it.

"Hi, Rick." A familiar and smiling face greeted me acompanied by a bassinette. "This is Jennifer, our daughter."