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Taken By Her Teddy
(Anna Mann)

Confusion filled her mind, she sensed movement.

Her wits dulled by cheap wine she lay staring into the semi darkness, the full moon filtered through the curtains creating deep shadows.

Movement, again. This time she was sure, her mind was clearing, her focus returning.

A shadow had shifted, she would have blamed the curtains but the window was closed and the air was still.

Josie tried to sit up and that was when panic truly blossomed. She couldn't move, something was across her chest, something soft yet unyielding strapped beneath her breasts.

"What the hell?" she gasped as she realised that her wrists and ankles were also restrained.

"Who are you?" she croaked, her voice thin and unsteady, "Why are you doing this to me?"

Fear filled her heart as she faced facts, she'd done many strange things when she'd been drunk, but she'd never tied herself to the bed, not that it was even possible to do such a thing solo.

"You know me." the reply made her jump and a tiny dribble of pee escaped to soak into the mattress beneath her ass. "But I'm the very last one you would expect to be doing this to you."

Josie groaned, this was her worst nightmare becoming a vivid reality. This was one of the many reasons that she'd been avoiding living alone. She had a long list, but an intruder in her home was pretty close to the top. And no one with good intentions strips you then ties you to the bed. And the way that she was tied told her exactly what to expect, her legs were spread wide.

The light sheet covering her began to slide down toward her feet, Josie tried to make out the identity of her intruder in the pale moonlight but saw nothing more distinct than a darker patch against the darkness. But he isn't that tall she realised, despite not seeing anything clearly it was obvious that the guy would never get selected to play basketball.

"You are lonely Josie, and frightened? frightened of everything, you are even scared of your own shadow." he said softly, "That is why you hide in this little girl's world, you want to feel innocent and naive and pretend that the big bad world doesn't exist. You want a life filled with pretend tea parties, with pretend food and tea, sitting around a tiny table with your dolls and stuffed toys. Well Josie, I'm here to let you know that you will never be a princess, and that life isn't pink and frilly. Life isn't warm and cuddly, not always? but there is hope for you. I am going to do something that I've been wanting to do for a very long time, ever since I managed to find my rightful place beside you."

"Beside me?" Josie choked, "Your rightful place? What does this mean? Who are you?"

Insane, that's what you are she suddenly realised. You're a stalker and you've been watching me and building some crazy fantasy around me.

Fantasy, around me? That didn't seem to make any real sense, Josie didn't tend to attract many admirers. She was a little chubby, not particularly fat? solid and well built, some might say. She was the slightly plain, slightly chubby Latina girl that never really got noticed. She went to parties alone and invariably left alone, only the drunks tended to hit on her. Probably because by the end of the night they can't afford to be too picky. Josie shook herself out of such destructive thoughts and concentrated on the moment. She could scream, but it probably wouldn't do much good, the apartment's sound proofing was excellent and her closest neighbours were all so old you had to shout just to make yourself heard.

"This is my rightful place," he replied, "We both know that. And how many nights have I dreamed of you giving me this opportunity."

Josie felt the mattress between her feet sag, the dark shadow was on the bed now, shuffling up between her thighs.