Part I

In all factual truth the library is the perfect place to stalk someone. The shelves being the perfect hiding place, peeking through to glare at them can be easily masked as looking for a book. It was this exact reason that Mark chose the R. S. Killington Library as his hunting grounds. He was looking for four girls. This may seem strange to go to a library searching for teenage girls, but he had a thing for smart girls. He enjoyed breaking the mental resolve of someone who thought they knew everything, or if they didn’t know it that they could find some book that would teach them. In the year 2900 time travel was an option that he greatly took advantage of. For years he had been saving money. When I say saving money, I mean billions upon billions. He had set up a rather nice house hidden away in the back country of Denver. Filled with everything he would need to live a life of sensual pleasure. His partners Anthony, Kyle, and Jeremy would be living with him. They had equipped the house with all the devices of the future necessary for their needs.

The poster announcing the library slumber party was unceremoniously tapped to the library bulleting board surrounded by apartment listings and book sale announcements. I had noticed it on my way in, but I ignored it thinking it was for the younger girls as such things usually were. I spent most of my summer in the library and would have loved to go to a sleepover there. I glided through the doors into the book haven I so often called home. The library had a double stair case. One was a wrought iron dragon’s back with fake gems for eyes and scales the other was his tale. I quickly alighted up his back and found my favorite love sack and picked up the book I kept hidden under it.

The librarian knew me all to well and had left me a small note with a copy of the slumber party brochure.

Lindsey:

I figured that you would ignore the flyers. Well we have decided that the older girls deserve a little party fun to so I think you should come. I really think you would enjoy it. J

Sincerely,

Mrs. Clammerton

P.S. Samantha, Courtney, and Robin will be there as well!

I think she hoped that that would sway me and she was correct. The party was tomorrow night. I called my mom and asked her if I could go. I left the note and my book on top of the sack and went to register.

You may be wondering who I am and what my significance is, but you need wonder no longer. My name is Lindsey and I am one of the victims of these cruel and wonderful men, to be specific Mark. This is my story. I will tell the rest to you like he told it to me.

I had been watching her the whole time. From the minute she had entered the door. Her curvaceous 5’8 frame caught my attention immediately as she walked into the door. Her hair settled graciously against her back lightly grazing the top of her butt just slightly. Her chest was, if I had to guess, 38 DD and fit her body perfectly. She was an angel and I had to have her. I watched her from a corner farther back than hers. I had found her, now how to capture her. I saw her leave and went to see what she had left behind. A book that was of no consequence to me and two sheets of paper one with a note from the librarian and a brochure for a sleepover here at the library. I let a sly smile come cross my face I had my trap.

I let my plan form in my head. I still hadn’t found three others, but the three on the note seemed as good as any. I didn’t particularly care about the girls that weren’t mine, but when I saw them walk up the steps with my Lindsey I knew that would be acceptable. I looked back at the flyer and smiled they were the perfect age. It was a goodbye party for the seniors. My luck just seemed to be getting better and better. My plan was perfect; it was old school with a little futuristic twist. Folding up the paper I looked over at the girls in the corner and began stroking the growing bulge in my jeans envisioning everything that would happen to them.

I snuck in and hid in the back I knew that they never checked the bathrooms at the far back of the library. I waited patiently the girls giggled and laughed. Then everything went dark the girls were supposed to be asleep. My original plan was to simply take them in their sleep, but a couple of the girls decided for a late night game of flashlight tag, my victims included. I smiled once again and slipped out my night vision glasses on I searched for her. My own and I found her hiding behind a large bookcase on crime and punishment. Befitting of what I was about to do. I pulled the chloroform rag from the bag and quickly put it over her mouth. I had had to guestimate on the dosage and I was correct she was out within seconds.

I picked her lovingly up into my arms and carried her back to my hiding spot. I had to resist I intricately tide her hands silk scarves. Effectively keeping her hands behind her back while looking like the work of artist, that was my specialty. Her chest gently moved up and down. She was gorgeous and she would be mine. A put a black blindfold over her eyes and went to capture my other victims. There stories are just as interesting, but are to be told later.

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