A curious text (female pov, stalking, horror, nc, impregnation, bondage)

My shower felt so good; warm soothing water after a hot day. It had to come to an end though, I shouldn’t waste water after all! I reluctantly hopped out of my shower and dried off. Tying my towel around myself I headed back to my bedroom and sat down at my desk for a moment staring absentmindedly into my closet, thinking about what to put on.

bzz-bzz, my phone vibrated. A text, but not from a number I recognized.

“Hi Rachel, you should probably bring in your boots from the porch, there’s a chance of rain tonight.” it read.

My boots! I had forgotten them on my back deck! But wait… who was this? It had to be someone I knew.

“Thanks, I almost forgot!!” I replied gratefully, “who is this by the way? I don’t have your number on my phone.”

I waited a minute, but there was no reply. Worried about my boots though I snuck to my back door still in my towel and quickly reached out and grabbed them before slamming it shut again. They were still dry, so no harm done.

bzz-bz, another text.

“Just a neighbor,” the message said, “happy to help.”

Huh, I thought a bit bewildered, okay don’t tell me any info. That was a bit of an evasive answer. I decided to pry a bit.

“Okay well thanks again neighbor. How did you get my number by the way? I haven’t given this number out to anyone around here.”

bzz-bzz

“It’s listed in the directory in the office,” came the reply.

“How did you get it from there? Isn’t that supposed to be private? I didn’t tell them they could give people my number!” Anger was welling up inside me now as I replied. As weird as this was, I needed to find out who gave him my number. They were going to get a piece of my mind tomorrow morning when they opened that office!

bzz-bzz “No one gave it to me, I just found it.”

“Found it? What do you mean you found it?” I texted back.

bzz-bz “I have my ways,” came the reply.

Okay this was getting weird.

“Such as?” I asked stubbornly.

There was no reply for a bit. I set the phone down on my desk and started looking through my dresser for a clean pair of underwear.

bzz-bz

bzz-bz

I turned around and looked at my phone again “No, don’t get dressed yet.” Read the first text. Then the second one: “You look amazing wrapped in a towel.”

I froze. What was a weird conversation was now making my skin crawl. I clutched my towel a bit tighter. How did he know what I was doing? My window was shut. The blinds were closed. Maybe he just guessed? Did he see my towel when I reached outside to grab my boots?

I just stared at my phone in disbelief, not sure what to do. Time passed.

bzz-bz “You can talk to me you know. I’m not a monster. Just a big fan.”

Okay, way too creepy. I grabbed my phone and immediately blocked the number. With a deep breath I put it down on my desk again. My mind debated options. Maybe I should see if I could stay the night at a friend’s house? I didn’t feel safe here right now. I turned back to my dresser.

bzz-bz, another text came through. From a different number this time.

“It’s not nice to block people, Rachel.”

Wait, was it him again? How?

bzz-bz “Especially when they admire you as much as I do.”

I just froze and stared at my phone. Goosebumps ran up my arms.

bzz-bz “How about you drop the towel and give me a show?” Then a gif appeared on my phone of a woman dancing seductively in a towel. My jaw dropped open. Did this person just send me porn!?

I grabbed my phone and texted back. “I don’t know who you are but you need to stop this right now or I’ll call the cops!”

I held my breath and waited for a reply. It felt like an eternity until he replied.

bzz-bz “I’m sorry Rachel, I can’t let you do that.” Then a picture, that red light, the robot from that sci-fi movie! I wished I didn’t get that reference. It completely creeped me out. Now I could sense danger with every inch of my body now.

Then my phone lept into action, as if someone else was controlling it. I watched in disbelief as my chats closed. Then the screen changed a couple times until my period tracker app loaded. A couple more swipes and I was staring at a graphic of my cycle on my screen.

bzz-bz “Can you tell me what this means?” came another text.

Almost too afraid to touch my phone, I reluctantly texted back, “Huh? What it means?”

bzz-bz, there was an emoji rolling its eyes.

bzz-bz, “It means you’re fertile today right?”

I just stared at the phone in disbelief. How was this happening? How was this person controlling my phone? How did they find this out?

I frantically made up a response, “No, that’s not right. I never set it up.”

bzz-bz “Bullshit!”

bzz-bz “I’ve seen you use it. I’ve watched you pack extra pads in your bag on your period. I know it’s correct.”

bzz-bz “You shouldn’t lie to people, Rachel. You’re better than that. I’ll forgive you though, because you’re so special to me.”

My heart was pounding nervously in my chest. I felt a bit lightheaded. I just sat there clutching my phone. What should I say? What should I do? Why was this person doing this?

“What do you want from me?” I texted back fearfully.

bzz-bz, came the quick reply “I want to be the father of your children.”

“Oh shit!” I muttered to myself, “oh shit…”

bzz-bz “Rachel you shouldn’t swear.” He could hear me?

bzz-bz “Texting like this is so cumbersome. How about I come over instead? Then we can really get to know each other.

“What!!?” I gasped aloud, almost dropping my phone.

bzz-bz “Don’t worry I’ll let myself in. Just wait in your bedroom. I’ll be there in 30 seconds tops.”

I looked around my room quickly. Here in 30 seconds!? I needed to leave now! I didnt even think, I just raced to my bedroom window. Up went my blinds.

bzz-bz

I didn’t look at my phone. I just opened my window and stared out the screen into the darkness. What was I doing?

Click-clank, clink. There was a noise at my door!

I pushed the screen and it popped out, crashing to the yard below.

Click, Creeeek. My door was opening! He was here!?

I lifted my legs out the window and with a shuffle plopped out. Falling four feet to the soft grass below. I didn’t pause there though. I just started running as fast as I could. One hand on my phone, one hand holding up my towel over my otherwise naked body. I began racing towards the strip of woods behind my house. I could go through them, I thought. It wasn’t far. I could see lights from homes and a gas station on the other side. Someone there could help me maybe.

bzz-bz

bzz-bz

I glanced at my phone.

“Why are you running Rachel?” his text said. “Don’t you want to meet me?”

I opened my phone as I hurried along. “9-1-1” I dialed.

I put the phone to my ear.

boop-boop-boop

I looked at it again, it said my call failed.

I stopped and dialed again.

boop-boop-boop

Call failed.

bzz-bz

“I’m sorry Rachel, I can’t let you do that.” came another text.

“Shit! No!” I gasped. He was stopping my calls? How?

bzz-bz

Another text. It was a map of my neighborhood. It showed the woods behind my house and a circle in the middle of them. Wait… was that my location!?

bzz-bz “Halfway there, keep running my darling. We’ll be in each other’s arms soon.”

I just stared at my phone for a moment. I needed to lose this phone, or I’d just be leading him right to me. I looked towards the lights on the far side of the woods and then with a mighty heave threw my phone in that direction as hard as I could. I watched it fly through the air and disappear into the darkness.

That done I ran parallel to it, towards a street I knew was that way. It was a longer path, but hopefully I’d have lost him now. I hurried along, tripping and stumbling through the cool night air. My legs scraped against bushes, my feet hurt as I stepped on rocks and branches. My adrenaline pushed me along though. I didn’t feel pain, only a terrible fear which drove me ceaselessly onward.

After a few minutes I could see the road below me down the hill. Car lights scurried past, and I began to descend toward them. Hopefully someone will see me and stop. Hopefully they’re helpful and understanding. I must look like a crazy woman dressed only in a white towel, one that was probably not nearly as white anymore. No time to worry about that though.

Only a few more trees now. I was breathing hard, this was more running than I was used to. I was watching my feet as I descended, careful not to trip now. Only a few more trees and I’d be out of the woods. I looked up to check my progress.

A large figure stepped out from behind a tree.

I stopped in my tracks, frozen.

“Hello Rachel” the figure said.

It was him!

Skeerrrk! There was an ominous noise. It sounded like tape being stretched. I saw the figure holding something in his hands.

He began to approach me.

I just stood there frozen. I wanted to run? To scream? What do I do!? I was just standing there! I needed to move!

He closed in fast. Why wasn’t I running? Why wasn’t I screaming!? He reached out his hands to grab me.

“No!” I finally gasped in fear. It was too late to do anything else.

A strong hand reached around my head, and another pressed a large piece of duct tape over my mouth. I reached my hands up to push him away. My towel slipped down my breasts a little. I pulled on his arm, and with a tug it came off my face. He pulled it away from my grasp and reached for something.

Skeerrrk!

More tape!? I turned to run but he grabbed my arm.

I screamed into the tape on my mouth, but barely a sound came out. I felt tape on my wrist, then his hand on my other arm as well! I yanked my arm, trying to pull it from his grasp. I couldn’t though, his grip was strong and firm, he pulled my wrists close together.

Skeerrrk!

Tape was over them both now. That sound of tape stretching over and over again drifted off into the dimly lit woods around us as he wrapped my wrists together tightly. After a bit, he stopped and let go of me. I pulled at the tape a bit, but couldn’t get my arms free; they were tied behind my back!

I could hear shuffling behind me now, and fear compelled me to try and run again. I took a step and felt something sound my neck… Rope!?

I ducked down, but it clung to my neck. I tried to free my arms again, but couldn’t. I could hear him fumbling behind me, and I turned to look. He was wrapping the rope around a nearby tree. The same one that was around my neck, was I being leashed to a tree!?

The figure stopped and looked at me. I couldn’t make out a face. He had a mask or something covering all but his eyes. It’s now I began to realize just how large he was. Easily over 6ft. tall, and a bit overweight as well. He was a bit older, maybe 30s or 40s. His bare arms looked muscular though, their definition visible in the distant glow of the street lamps. He dwarfed me by a large margin.

He took a breath and turned to look at me, “Phew… there.” he panted, a bit winded. “You were smart to throw away your phone like that Rachel. It took me a bit to realize what you’d done.”

He put his hands on his hips and looked down at me, just a short distance anyway. His eyes traced my body up and down, just my towel covered my nudity from his gaze, and that was nearly ready to fall.

“Wow, I’ve watched you so long, I thought I knew what you’d look like. You’re even more beautiful in person though.” He said in admiration. “Smart and beautiful, everything I knew you would be!”

Then he reached towards me, and gave my towel a slight tug. Down it came in a tumble, falling free of my breasts. Exposing every inch of my naked body to those hungry eyes of this stranger. His eyes drunk up the sight, dashing between my breasts and my crotch. As he stared I felt myself moisten involuntarily. My body seemed to have its suspicions about what was about to happen.

“Wow, you’re just incredible.” He whispered, “I couldn’t imagine a more perfect woman to be the mother of my children.”

This wasn’t happening. This couldn’t be happening!

He rummaged through a bag he had set on the ground, and pulled out a blanket of some kind and spread it on the ground between us. “Don’t worry, I know you just showered. I won’t make you lay in the mud.” He said eagerly, almost proud of himself for thinking of it.

Then he walked over to me and wrapped his arms around my waist. I could feel his large cold hands on the small of my back, and trembled a bit at his touch.

“Don’t be scared,” he said in a voice meant to be comforting, “there’s nothing to fear while you’re in my arms.” With that he drew us together. One hand pushing my head against his chest, the other pressing my stomach against his hips. Through his shorts I could feel a bulge, his bulge, long and stiff. He rubbed it against me slightly, and I heard him sigh. “I’ve dreamed of this for so long, Rachel. I can’t believe this is happening.”

My mind was thinking the same thing. I couldn’t believe this was happening either. “Come, lay down with me.” he said. He pulled me to the ground, and then pushed me down onto the blanket until I was laying on my back, my arms pinned awkwardly underneath me, the rough ground barely cushioned by fabric. His hand was firmly pressing on my breastbone, holding me down. Our eyes met. His were a dark brown. They looked lusty, determined, confident. There was intent behind them I could clearly see.

“You have amazing eyes,” he said and leaned over kissing me on my forehead.

Then he stood up. He lifted up his shirt showing his hairy belly. It bulged out over his shorts a bit. He took his belt in his hand and undid it with a clink and a clack.

Zipppp!

Down went his zipper, and then with a swoop he pulled down his shorts and underwear. In the darkness I could see it pop out, his penis springing free of his clothing. It hung there swinging and bouncing in the dark night air as he stepped out of his shorts and pushed them aside with his foot. Then with seemingly no time to lose he dropped to his knees by my feet and leaned forward. He was going down on me!

My mind panicked, my body panicked. Finally I moved! I kicked at him desperately, my feet slamming into his torso.

“Easy… easy!” He exclaimed, “Oww, woah… Rachel, stop!”

I didn’t stop though. I wasn’t going to be stopped. I screamed into the tape over my mouth. I swung my legs wildly, driving him back from my body.

“Stop!” he warned me. “I don’t want to hurt you.” I kept kicking though. I had to! I was desperate!

Then as my foot went sailing past his face he fell forward. His body fell between my legs. I pinched them together, they closed tightly around his torso, but he pushed his way forward, wedging my legs apart until his torso rested against me, his head just below my chin. Then up my body he crawled. I twisted and kicked, but he inched higher. His hips moving ever closer to my own. Then his penis bumped into my mound, and he gasped softly.

“Rachel, I know you’re worried, but I hope this night is as memorable for you as it is for me.” he said from somewhere up above me. With that he gathered my legs up in his arms and pressed them apart and back towards my head. I kicked them, protesting in vain against his movements as he parted them wider, and curled my hips up towards his waiting penis. Through the darkness I could see it looming there, and as my mound was drawn closer to it, it dove down.

There was pressure on my labia and I let out a well muffled scream. Then I felt it slide down, my wetness aiding it along until it was right at my gate. The pressure increased and then let up suddenly as I felt him slide inside.

“Oh….” he gasped, “oh Rachel. I’m inside. I’m really inside you.”

Then he started rocking his hips. Back and forth he went, his penis sliding in and out, plunging further inside me. His balls began to slap against me with each thrust, as he found his rhythm. He moaned and mumbled as he went along, becoming lost in his own pleasure.

For my part I did little. I couldn’t do more. He was clearly stronger, clearly too heavy to force off. I could barely move my hips at all as his weight pressed down on them. My legs gave up kicking and just flopped about aimlessly while my hips were left to absorb his aggressive impacts.

I hoped to black out, or have my mind drift away, as I heard some people do in this situation. It didn’t happen though. I felt every terrible impact clearly as he pleasured himself on me. His mouth oozing so many terrible words meant to comfort or flatter. The cold of the night wrapped around us as cars passed below on the road and minutes ticked by. His breathing became heavier and his body warmer as he began to sweat.

Then his hands moved from my legs to my hips and he laid his weight fully on me. His thrusts broke rhythm and began coming faster. His breathing quickened and a low growl escaped his lips. “It’s almost time. Promise me you’ll be a good mommy.” he whispered in my ear. Then I felt his dick begin to stiffen.

I tried to twist free; one last desperate attempt. However his hands gripped me firmly, and his weight pressed down. I couldn’t move at all. I screamed desperately into my tape. Then came a terrible thrust from his hips. It was cruel, sharp, and penetrating. I gasped in surprise as the sensation sent shivers up my spine.

Then he slammed into me roughly a second time, then a third. “Yes! Yes!!!” He called out. Then instead of pulling out again he just pressed his hips firmly against mine. His dick was as hard as a rock, buried deep inside me. Our bodies locked together by his strong grip there was nothing I could do. I simply held my breath and waited.

With a small twitch and a jump his penis began to spew. Its load drained deep within me. He growled and gasped in my ear as his dick lurched again and again, continuing for a time until it inevitably slowed to a stop. Then its job finished, it rested inside me slowly softening, while I stared helplessly up at the trees above.

After a moment he began fumbling in his bag again. He seemingly found something, and then grasped it in his hands. He withdrew with a smooth motion, while holding my hips up in the air. Then was a rush of cold night air, then pressure. He pressed something else into me. It was… a dildo?

Skeerrrk!

I heard his tape again, but I was too defeated to do anything. “Can’t let any of that drip out now.” he laughed softly. “We need to make sure it finds your egg.” Then he calmly proceeded to tape the dildo inside of me, wrapping my hips in some kind of makeshift duct tape bikini.

“Now,” he spoke as he began getting dressed and gathering his things. “I expect you to carry that baby to term.” He warned. “I’ll know if you don’t, and then we’ll have to do this all over again.”

Then he grabbed his things and stood up. “Though, I very much wouldn’t mind that. Goodnight my beautiful mommy-to-be, see you again someday.”

Then with that he turned and left me alone. I spent a cold, sometimes drizzly night on that blanket, tied to a tree, lost in my misery. I wasn’t able to free my hands, despite my efforts, and my sore hips were forced to endure hours of that dildo shoved inside. Lights passed occasionally on the road below, but I was hidden by the dark. As dawn broke though, one finally stopped. A man had spotted me and hopped out of his car. His face was full of shock as he was describing my predicament over the phone. “Don’t worry, miss, help is on the way!” he called to me from the roadway.

Help did come, comfort and sympathy, warmth and condolences, tests and questions. Nothing more came from it though; no leads, no arrests. Nothing but a growing bump, and a terrible fear that spiked every time my phone vibrated.

Source: reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/10icwl6/a_curious_text_female_pov_stalking_horror_nc