The Lost Keys

Fiona applied the finishing touches to her makeup, stood back and studied herself critically in the mirror. She was nervous about her blind date. She hoped Chad looked half as good in real life as he did in his picture.

Her long, burgundy hair was pulled back into a french braid, her curvaceous figure clothed in a short, black, low-cut mini-dress. She slid on her black, stiletto heels and waited in nervous anticipation.

The doorbell rang and her stomach fluttered. Taking a deep breath, she slowly opened the door. Chad stood there smiling. He had long, curly dark brown hair, sparkling blue eyes and smooth, tanned skin. He had to be about 6'3" tall, towering over her at 5'5" in heels.

Smiling back at him, she asked, "Where did you want to go?"
"I've prepared dinner at my place, if you don't mind staying in?" his voice was rough, sensual.
"Sounds good to me." She locked the door behind her and followed him to his black Corvette. He opened the passenger door for her, his hand gently touching the small of her back as she slid into the seat. Twenty minutes later he was leading her into his living room.


"Are you hungry now?" Chad asked.
"No, to be honest, I'm a little too nervous to eat just yet."
"Wine?"
"Yes, please."

They sat next to each other on the couch, sipping their wine. Then, he took the glass from her hand and set it on the coffee table, placing his empty glass next to it. Turning her face toward him, he kissed her tenderly.

Moaning, she returned the kiss, her tongue gently fondling his. Chad's hand found her breast, kneading it lightly. She gasped, feeling a tingling all over her body. Without a word, he stood up, took her hand and led her to the bedroom.

A large four-poster bed took up the majority of the room. From each post hung a pair of handcuffs. On the bedside table, a ring of small keys sat. Though turned on, Fiona suddenly felt a pang of anxiety in her stomach. She hardly knew Chad. They'd chatted for six months, but she really knew nothing about him. She thought about leaving, but he turned and kissed her again, melting her defenses.

Slowly, he pushed her dress down, revealing her large, but firm breasts, her nipples erect. Suckling them, he pushed the dress the rest of the way down until it fell to the floor. Stepping out of it, she waited, holding her breath.

"Beautiful," he breathed. "Lie down."
Without hesitation, Fiona laid down on the bed, spreading her legs for him, stomach fluttering.

He took one wrist at a time and handcuffed her to the bed. Then, her ankles were shackled to the bottom posts. The feeling of vulnerability made her shiver in anticipation. He kissed her again; her lips, her neck, nibbling his way down her body until he reached her swollen clit.

Gasping, she pushed against his sweet mouth, calling his name as the orgasm overtook her. She watched as he stood and removed his shirt, revealing hard abs and a smooth chest. As he pulled his jeans down,she licked her lips at the sight of his 7-inch cock; not too long, not too short and just the right thickness.

"Would you like to suck...." a strange look came over his face as his voice trailed off.
"Are you okay?"
"Yeah, I'm ok. Just need a glass of water. I'll take these, so you don't get any ideas," he grabbed the keys and walked away.

A few minutes later, he was back, carrying a glass of water. He took a couple sips and offered her the glass. She shook her head.

"You didn't bring the keys back with you," she whispered. "Where are they?"
"Don't worry, we won't need those for quite awhile. "You're not going anywhere yet."

He turned, placing his hard cock against her lips. She opened her mouth and took him in, all the way down to her throat. He pumped hard, slamming his penis deep and hard, licking her swollen clit as she gobbled him, greedily.

Suddenly, he stiffened. His body shuddered and he began gasping for air. Jumping up, he stood holding onto the dresser. His face was turning an alarming shade of blue and Fiona panicked.

"Let me up, I'll call an ambulance."
Without a word, he clutched his chest and fell to the floor.
"Chad? Chad? HELP! Someone help me, please!"

Fiona screamed until she was hoarse. She cried as she lay trapped; cold, thirsty, needing to pee. Chad was dead on the floor, mere inches away. The keys somewhere in the house with no way to reach them.

She had told no one about Chad, embarrassed about meeting someone from online. Chad was new in town and hadn't had time to make friends. His family was in Virginia and he hadn't spoken to them in two years. He was a writer, his deadline months away. No one would be likely to notice his absence for awhile. She lay there, thinking about life, the choices she had made. She fell into an uncomfortable, troubled sleep.

Sixteen Days Later

"Hello, anyone home?" Sheriff Bob Tranter pounded on Chad's front door. "Hello? Everyone okay in there?"
"Sir, do you smell that?"
"Yes, Deputy, I do. Break down the door."

The police officers stood staring silently at the man's bloated body on the floor and the dead woman on the bed, her wrists rubbed raw from trying to escape the handcuffs, her body covered in her own feces, urine and vomit.

"Call the coroner, Deputy."
"Yes, sir."