I was lying on my back, the cool air licking at my body. I could feel a thin fabric covering me but I knew that underneath it I was naked. I tried to open my eyes but for some reason I was surrounded by darkness. As I tried to lift my arms I felt the tight restraints circling around my wrists. I was soon aware that my entire body was strapped down onto what felt like a very hard table. I tried to force my mind to clear, to understand how this all could be happening to me. Why was I strapped to this table, and how did I get here? My mind was spinning wildly out of control and I felt as if I was floating high in the air. It felt as if I was only half-awake. I could sense vibrations underneath me that must have been coming from the table. I heard the squeaking sounds that wheels make. I felt the table begin to move.

"Someone is pushing this table," I thought fearfully.

"Who is there? What do you think you are doing with me?" I yelled suddenly.

"I'm surprised you're still awake," I heard a man's voice saying above me. "I guess I will need to give you another injection."

"Please let me go. I'm so scared," I pleaded terrified.

"I was so surprised when I realized it was actually you Mandi," the voice said again. This time I noticed it had a strangely familiar ring to it.

'Oh God, he knows me, he knows who I am,' I thought in swift panic. "Who are you?" I pleaded, tears pouring down my cheeks.

"Don't you recognize my voice?" I heard him say, seemingly sarcastic. "It's me, Bruce; Bruce Steel."

"Noooooooooo!!!!!!!" I screamed out, unable to control myself. My mind raced back to where I had first seen that name.

He had responded by e-mail to one of my stories posted on the Internet. It was after I had posted my third story that I saw his response. He told me that he had loved my story, "Amanda's Secret Memories." We quickly became good friends.

Our correspondence was innocent at first, but quickly developed into a very sexual theme. His letters always left me ripping my panties off and masturbating to a wonderful orgasm. Moreover, it seems I did the same with my letters to him. I even sent him three pictures I had taken of myself which showed me masturbating on my bed. It wasn't long before I had given him my phone number.

He phoned me almost every night. I never knew that phone sex could be so fulfilling. It wasn't because of me that we had yet to meet. I asked him on several occasions if he wanted to meet me. He told me that I wasn't ready to know who he was. He said that if I learned of his identity too quickly, I would be horrified. I had never believed him; that is, UNTIL NOW!

When the table finally stopped rolling it jolted me back to reality. Somehow, Bruce had abducted me. I could feel that I had been drugged in some way. My head was spinning so wildly that I could hardly stay conscious. I felt a sharp prick in my arm. I knew that someone had just stuck a hypodermic needle into it. I could feel the cool fluid inside the syringe now rushing into my vein.

"It is time for you to sleep," he said coolly, impersonally. "I promise not to remove anything of any importance while you are out. I consider myself a master with the knife."

I couldn't hear his voice any longer. I could feel the strange numbness traveling from my knees to the very tips of my toes. At the same time the sheet was now being removed, no longer covering my body. I felt his hand resting on my tummy. It felt like it was pushing down with the weight of an elephant; the pain was terrible.

"Please, please," I begged. "Please stop, please stop."

The words were echoing only in my mind. I was completely unable to open my mouth. The numbness had overtaken my entire body. I felt myself drifting into unconsciousness. The darkness was all around me now. I fought with all my strength to remain conscious. It would have been so much easier to slip away. It was as though a bright light had just burst before my eyes. I peered through the haze into the light. I could see a hand in front of my face. It was as if it were my very own. It was holding a brightly gleaming scalpel, poised over a soft plain of quivering flesh. As my senses cleared, I could see that it was the belly of a woman. I watched through the eyes of the holder, as he plunged the knife into her belly. A small squirt of blood shot up into the air. The eyes that I had no control over slowly began to trace upward, and past the girl's naked breasts, till they rested on her face.

"EEEEEEEEeeeeeeAAAAAAAAaaaaa!!!!!!!!!!!" I heard myself screaming into the darkness. I was looking down, somehow through his eyes instead of mine, at MY body. He was cutting into MY belly.

"Oh God, no!! Please, please," I begged. "Please don't let this be happening!"

There was no one there to hear my pleadings. It was as though I didn't exist. I watched as the knife drew a line on my belly. Blood was running from the large slash that was beginning to appear.

"Nooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo!!!!!" I screamed in terror. The blackness was beginning to overtake me. This time, I welcomed it.

Only He Existed Now! ONLY HIM... ONLY BRUCE... ONLY... "BRUCE STEEL"--

The first time I saw her name,(Angel girl), I was intrigued by her. It has been just a little over a year that I first saw it in a online chat room. I was very active in these rooms. I would use names like Dr. Death, The Rapist, Ted Bundy, etc. I really enjoyed scareing women. I loved threatening them and telling them that I would find them, rape, and torture them. However, I had a different feeling about this Angel girl. Her name just sat there quietly on the screen and she never typed anything at all. I had been thinking about trying something different for some time. I was getting tired of just fantasy.

Whenever I saw her name I would log in under the name 'Bruce Steel'. I was sure she would notice that name as no one used anything resembling a real name online. After a few weeks of just monitoring the room the same as she was doing I decided to make my first move. I wrote "Hello, Angel girl," and sent it to her by private message.

I continued to do this for the next few weeks, although I never got a response. I decided to give it one more try and then I planned to give up on her.

"I almost feel that we are a couple of Oddballs, you and I. We both sit in this room too shy to type anything. I've only built up enough courage to try talking to you because I feel we are somehow the same. I am sorry for bothering you night after night. I promise that this will be the last time."

I sent the message to her. Almost immediately a private message appeared on my screen.

"I'm sorry that I have been such a prude," she answered. "It's not really because I'm so shy that I don't write. It's just that I'm not too sure what I want to say."

Before that night was over she had revealed so much about herself that I felt like I had known her for years. She was a talker. I liked that. I was recording every word she said. I knew that sooner or later she would reveal enough for me to put all the pieces together. The hunt was on. I knew that very first night she would soon be mine.

Over the next few months Angel girl and I chatted several times a week by computer. She would tell me the events of her day, but she was very careful not to reveal her identity. She had once told me that she lived in Seattle and that she worked as a nurse. It was late October when she first told me about the stories she had written and posted on the internet. She said that she was afraid to tell me about them because she thought I might hate her. She said they came from her darkest side. She told me the name of the site. After reading her stories, my opinion of her changed completely.

"What a fucked up bitch"' I remember thinking. "She is totally into violent sex, rape, torture, and murder. She even fantasizes about it happening to herself. If I handle her right, I can have more fun with this cunt than I ever imagined possible." The next time I chatted with her I told her over and over how proud I was of her opening up to people. I said that I also had the feelings she did but was always too frightened to admit them, even to myself.

She didn't answer me. Her name disappeared from the chat room. I was beginning to feel that I had somehow scared her off.

I decided to look through the bits of information I had kept about her. She was twenty-two years old. She had long curly light brown hair and green eyes. She weighed 102 pounds. She lived in Seattle and worked as a nurse. She had told me that her real name was 'ANN' but for some reason, I didn't believe it. I didn't have enough information to find her.

Just before Christmas I saw her in the chat room again. I sent her the simple message, "Hi." Her response exploded onto the screen with emotion. I could tell she must be crying. She was so apologetic.

"Please forgive me for being so rude. You are the kindest person I have ever talked with. You are always there for me. You are my best friend. I have been having so much trouble lately," she answered.

I knew that if I was ever going to lure this cunt into my trap that I would never have a better chance then right now. "I can't take your pain Angel girl. It is breaking my heart. You have become the most important person in the world to me. You must let me help you; you must. Please tell me your phone number. Let me phone you now. Let me hold your soul within my heart. I know that this is meant to be. You know that this is meant to be. It is destiny that we find each other."

'Come on, cunt,' I angrily thought to myself. 'Send me your fucking phone number. How much more of this do you think I can put up with before I puke?'

My eyes widened as I looked onto the screen. There it was; her phone number. I phoned her immediately. She had a beautiful voice. Almost like a child. I was trying to imagine what she must look like behind all the balling and blubbering she was doing. I wanted to ask her what she was wearing and if her pussy was wet, but I knew I would blow it right away if I said those things now.

"My boyfriend left me after I showed him my story ("Amanda's Nightmare")," she said sobbing.

"Great," I thought. "No fucking boyfriends or husbands to worry about." She was wide open for that big spear into her heart. I was just the guy to give it to her. I knew that the hook was buried deeply into her. All I had to do was carefully reel her in. Funny thing; up to this point she hadn't asked me anything about myself. Now she wanted to know everything. I told her a bullshit story about how my wife and kids were killed in a highway accident. There isn't a cunt alive that won't cry a big tear for that story. I told her that I had a small pig farm a little north of Whistler in Canada, and that I lived alone.

It didn't take long before we became good friends. I phoned her almost every night. I didn't want her to know my phone number. I told her that the heavy winter snow had knocked down the phone line to my farm. It would be spring before it would be hooked up again. I called from a different payphone almost every night.

"I have always had feelings like the ones in your stories, but I have never been able to talk about them to anyone before now," I confided to her.

Angel girl decided that I was a poor lost soul who needed help with his sexuality. She would tell me how much she would like to be my slave. She would tell me that I could tie her to my bed and use her any way I wanted. I would act as if reluctant, but excited by her ideas. "Only if you wanted me to. I could never hurt you," I would say in response.

"You have to become aggressive. Act as if you are a sadist. Act as if you want to rape and torture me. You know that's what turns me on," she said with a slightly pissed off tone. I couldn't believe that this cunt was actually trying to teach me how to rape and torture her. If she knew what I had planned for us, her blood would turn cold.

We began to play out our fantasies on the phone. I would rape and lightly torture her. She was always in charge. Always telling me what to do. I went along with it knowing that I would soon have my chance to do things MY way.

By mid-January our phone sex must have been melting the phone lines between Seattle and Whistler. Our fantasies would quite often end by me hacking her up with a butcher knife and feeding her dead flesh to my pigs.

"She really is a kinky bitch," I would think. "It's when I am killing her that she always cums. I wonder if she really is this crazy?" I told her that I wanted to see her. My request seemed to really freak her out. I thought that I had fucked it all up and it was over. Then suddenly, she chilled out. She offered to e-mail me a picture of herself.

I couldn't believe how beautiful she was. She was stunning. She was everything she said and more. She was petite and looked like a model. Perfect in every way. She sent me three pictures, all nudes. Her breasts had these gorgeous nipples, outstandingly erect. As I was drooling over her pictures a light went off in my brain. Although these were beautiful pictures they revealed nothing else about her. She had managed quite well to guard against revealing anything personal about herself in them.

On the phone that night I talked sweet talk to her continuously. I told her how beautiful I thought she was. I talked about how perfect her eyes and mouth were. How her breasts drove me wild with desire. It wasn't until I was sure that she was absolutely swooning in my pool of bullshit that I next hit her right between the eyes.

"I have to admit Angel girl that I have to wonder if these are really pictures of you. It is hard to believe that you are the beautiful woman in the pictures you sent. It really looks more as if these are pictures of a professional model. I find it hard to believe that you are this goddess."

Angel girl began to cry, asking me what she could do to prove it was really her in the pictures.

"I'm probably the first guy in history to ask a girl to send me some pictures of herself with her clothes on, after she's just finished sending me nude pictures of herself, especially when she is so beautiful."

Angel girl didn't even stop to think about it. She told me that she and a bunch of other nurses had just celebrated a baby shower. She said she had picked up the pictures of it this afternoon. They were on her desk right now.

"You will have to believe me now. I will send you these pictures too," she sobbed over the phone. As we talked she sent picture after picture to me. She was describing each picture as she sent it.

'I've finally got her. I've really got her,' was all I could keep thinking to myself. When I opened my e-mail later that evening there she was in all of her glory. There was a picture of her and several other nurses standing in front of a hospital. The name of the hospital was just above their heads. In another picture her coat was hanging open and her nametag was easily detectable. Now I knew her real name.'

Another picture showed the group climbing into a car that had my little cunt behind the wheel. The license plate was fully visible. I had her now, it would be easy to find her, but I had other plans for her.

I wanted to see just how far her dark side could make her go. I wanted to see just how far I could push her. I couldn't wait to speak to her again.

"I love you," were my first words to her. "I must hold you in my arms. I need to hold you, kiss you, and make love to you," I pleaded with her.

"I hope that you have more plans for me than that," she said laughing. Then, suddenly serious, she asked "Do you plan on bringing the ropes or do I have to get some? I don't know if I'm ready to let you know where I live quite yet. I really don't know anything about you. I guess I am a little reluctant to let myself be that vulnerable to you. But I really would like to know you. I just don't know what to do. "

I was ready for this. I had my plan well worked out. "I understand exactly how you feel," I assured her. "I would think you a very foolish girl if you just allowed me into your life without knowing if I have told you the truth about myself. I've thought about it a little and I think I have a reasonable solution. It will be just like we are going on a blind date. When a girl goes on a blind date she meets the man somewhere. Like in a coffee shop for example. That way she doesn't have to reveal her identity or address to him. In fact, she could even leave all that information at home. That way even if she decided to spend the night with him he wouldn't be able to find out anything about her that she didn't want him to know.

"You want to meet me in a coffee shop?" she asked sounding strangely disappointed.

"No, wait! I have another idea. I don't think I have anything to fear from you. Do I? I mean you don't plan to rape me or anything like that. Do you?" I was deliberately trying to put the full focus of uncertainty on me.

"Yeah, you might be safe," she said laughing. "But I make no promises. What's your plan?"

"Have you ever been to Whistler?" I asked.

There was a short pause before she answered. "No, I haven't. I don't really like skiing very much," she replied.

"I'm sure that you and I could find other things to entertain ourselves with," I said in the sexiest voice I could manage. "If you came to Whistler by bus and left all your personal information at home it would be just the same as a blind date. Don't even bring your purse with you. Pack just a few things into a bag. Come up here and spend the weekend with me," I coaxed. "If by Sunday you have spilled open your soul to me and revealed everything about yourself, I will drive you home. If you decide not to tell me anything about yourself, well, then you can get back on the bus and leave. You will be in total control."

She fell for it like a duck full of buckshot. She even jumped at the idea. She agreed to leave Seattle on Friday morning. I would be waiting for her at the bus stop.

I stood there almost unable to move or breathe as I watched the passengers' step down from the bus. I felt my heart jump into my throat when I saw her standing at the door of the bus. "It's her. It's really her. She really has come," I thought to myself feeling exhilaration tingling up my spine. My heart was pounding so hard that I was beginning to feel dizzy again. I had to remind myself to calm down. I needed to convince myself that everything was going to be fine.

I watched as the bus drove off. All except one of the passengers went on their way. She was left sitting alone on the bench. Her long slender legs were crossed in front of her. She was anxiously glancing back and forth up the road. I finally stepped out from the shadow of the building and waved to her.

When she saw me, I gestured for her to come over to me. As she started to walk across the road I turned and walked to my truck. In just a moment She was looking at me through the passenger door window. I leaned over and unlocked the door. She climbed into my truck, her body sliding across the seat and her skirt rode almost all the way up to her panties. I could easily see that she was wearing no nylons. My heart was pounding so hard that my breathing had actually become erratic. I wanted to rape her right then, right there, right NOW in my truck. My cock felt like it was going to explode through the fabric of my pants.

"Hi Bruce, I'm ANN," she said nervously. But with a little laugh.

"I noticed the name tag on your uniform, Mandi." I said with a sly smile.

"I wondered if you would have," she laughed uneasily.

We sat for what felt like an eternity, just staring into each other's eyes. I kept looking down at her long slender legs. I leaned forward, wrapping my arms around her. I put my lips against hers. Her lips felt warm and soft. They tasted somehow like strawberries. Our mouths both opened. Our tongues began to play. I could feel the pressure building in me. If I didn't stop now I would be ripping her clothes from her body in the very next moment.

"Slowdown, back off, take it easy," I started telling myself. "I can play with this cunt for days if I don't blow it."

"Oh God, I'm so glad you're here," I said as I broke off our embrace. As I pulled away I could see tears glistening in her eyes.

"I'm glad that I came," Mandi said. "I know that I did the right thing. You seem like a sweet guy."

"Well Mandi," I said, "We had better get going. It's about an hour's drive to my farm."

As we drove down the highway Mandi didn't stop talking. I think she wanted me to know everything about her. She talked about her mother and her sister. Even about her past lovers. She spoke about her writing. She said that she had brought everything she had ever written with her for me to see. She said that she had also brought along some stories by another girl, wonderful erotic stories. I don't think I was really paying too much attention to what she was saying. The only thing I wanted I already had. It was sitting right beside me. Soon, it would be all mine.

"I don't see anything," Mandi mentioned as I turned off the highway onto the gravel road. "We are on my property now," I answered. "The house is almost two miles off the highway."

"OOOOOHHHH," she moaned. "So private. We can make all the noise we want," she giggled.

I watched as Mandi lifted her feet up and propped them on my dashboard. Her skirt rode up totally exposing her panties. She spread her legs slightly, and lowered her hands between her legs. I almost drove off the road when I saw what she was doing. She was rubbing the crotch of her panties with her lovely tapered fingers. Mandi was obviously trying to excite me. It was working. I had a feeling of satisfaction come over me as I watched her teasing away. I knew that she must feel very comfortable and safe with me to be acting like this so soon after we met. I couldn't wait to get her home and begin the games.

As I drove into the yard I activated the garage door opener. The doors began to open. Mandi was startled when we entered the garage. Billy, my dog was barking wildly at us. "Don't worry," I said. "It's only my dog Billy. He's very friendly." As we got out of the truck Billy immediately spotted Mandi. He went running over jumping up on her excitedly almost knocking her over.

Billy was a good dog. Sometimes he got a little too excited. I don't know what it was about women. He acted as if they were all his best friends. He didn't even come over to greet me.