Ravishment University
LITERATURE: Tales of Ravishment, Fantasy Rape Stories, BDSM and other erotic visions => Literature => EXTREME stories => Topic started by: Slimfatter on August 13, 2016, 09:35:39 AM
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Buddy’s Bitch
He had been watching the house for days. Curtis wasn’t interested in robbing the place though they probably had some nice stuff. No, he wanted to look at the nice piece of ass who lived there. The bad part was the piece was the wife of his old Army buddy, Jim.
Curtis was just waiting for the opportunity to have his way with Melanie but he wanted to have the right situation to come. So he hid in the bushes for several nights watching and getting a huge bulge in his pants as he saw Melanie walk around the house and the yard.
Jim and Melanie were still in love after all these years. High school sweethearts who had their first child shortly after graduation and before Jim left for the Army. Melanie, with their daughter in tow, went pretty well everywhere Jim was stationed until she got pregnant again five years later, this time having twins. She decided to settle in town after they purchased the house they still live in.
Jim met Curtis on his last assignment in Europe and they became friends. Both had similar interests and Curtis was a blast to be around. He was the camp cut-up always trying to prank everyone but Jim saw through him. Curtis was just a hoot to be around. But Curtis had a dark side and that involved Melanie. He saw all of the pictures that Jim had of his wife and Curtis, though never seeing her in person, wanted her. He had dreams about taking her by force and doing nasty things to her but being thousands of miles away, he knew he would just have to keep having those dreams.
Jim got out of Army four years ago, came back to town, settled down with his lovely wife and kids, and promptly got Melanie pregnant again last year. Curtis stayed in for another three years getting discharged just six months ago. He couldn’t get over Melanie so he moved into the area, buying a rundown farm outside of town.
That was when he started stalking Melanie, learning all about her habits and stockpiling his equipment. The equipment was rope, tape, cuffs and other binding and torture material that he would need when he could finally kidnap Melanie, his buddy’s wife of 14 years.
Now Melanie was a gorgeous 33 year old mother of now four kids. She was 5’4” with thick dark hair that she would occasionally wear in a ponytail. She didn’t have large breasts(34B) but did have a nice tight ass, smooth stomach despite having four kids and a beautiful smile. She kept her trim body by running a lot. She was an avid runner hoping to run in a half marathon in a few months.
So Curtis would sit in the bushes outside the house, which was at the end of a cul-de-sac and wait for time he could spring into action. Finally the day came.
He sat and watched as Jim and the kids kept bringing camping stuff out to the car. The kids, ages 14, 9, 9, and 4 were going camping with Jim but was Melanie.
“Honey, I sure wish you were going with us.”
Melanie comes out in her running outfit.
“Now you know that I don’t camp but you and the kids will love it. Besides I will train some this weekend and have some of the girls over for some good time.”
“OK, babe, we will be home sometime Sunday afternoon. Tell your mom, goodbye.”
The four kids go over, hug their mother and get in the car. With that Jim gets in the driver’s side and the van pulls out. Curtis watches in nervous enthusiasm as the van disappears down the road. Meanwhile Melanie has reentered the house. Curtis knew that this wasn’t the time to spring into action. He had to drive home and get his kidnap kit. He knew enough about Melanie’s routine to know that she always left home for her nightly jog around 7:00 and would return around 8:30 right before dark. Curtis knew her route and knew the perfect place to grab her.
So it took Curtis about an hour to go home, get his stuff and return. He drove an old van which he used for his work as a painter. He didn’t have carpet in the back so he had a lot of little eyeholes in the side, perfect in securing someone like a hot brunette cunt like Melanie.
Sure enough Melanie was true to her routine. She was out on the course she ran, when Curtis snuck into the wooded area in which the dirt path ran through. He carefully tied a tripwire across the path. He had gained a lot of knowledge while in the Army and how to set a trap for your enemy was one of them.
Melanie never saw the wire until she tripped, landing on her stomach.
“Dammit, who, why was that wire there. Girl, that hurt a lot.”
Melanie muttered out loud, hoping that the kid who just put it there for a good laugh would hear her.
She never heard Curtis come up behind her as she got up slowly to her feet to dust herself off. He grabbed her with his left arm going across her neck and his right arm behind it.
“What the fuc---( cough, cough)”
Melanie had been placed in a chokehold and Curtis, being a lot taller and much stronger than the petite mother of four, had complete control.
“Don’t think you’re getting out of this, bitch. You’re mine now and it is time to go to sleep.”
Melanie tried to free herself but very quickly succumbed to the Army’s thorough chokehold techniques. Curtis dragged her limp body into the bushes, untied the trip wire and made sure that the dirt showed no sign of Melanie’s fall, then satisfied that no one saw him, picked Melanie up and took her to the van which was parked on an access road.
He quickly bound her wrists in front of her with rope, crammed the red ballgag in her mouth and wrapped her up in a rug. He took bungee ropes and after wrapping them around the rug, latched them in the various eyeholes. Satisfied that he had Melanie secure, Curtis got in his van and drove off. He was absolutely giddy realizing that he had finally grabbed his prize. Melanie, his buddy’s wife, was his and he couldn’t wait to get her back to the farm and have a lot of perverted fun with her.
It took Curtis about an hour to get back to his place. He took a longer road home to avoid any cops who might stop him for anything. He enjoyed the drive, though, as he was able to look at Melanie in his rear view mirror. He could see her ballgagged face sticking out from the wrapped up rug. Her head and her feet were the only part of her body visible so she would not be able to get away even when she woke up.
Curtis was almost home when he heard Melanie wake up. She screamed as loudly as she could but it died with the very tight ballgag crammed in her mouth. He had been able to tighten it so that it was wedged in between her teeth and she couldn’t even get any clearance under her teeth. The ball was not allowing any noise out. She soon saw the gravity of her situation.
“Relax, Melanie, we are always home and that rug isn’t going to give. I will have you out of that hot thing in a few minutes. Boy, I am going to have fun with you. Been waiting a very long time for this night and now it is happening.”
Curtis laughs wickedly as Melanie cries and the van rolls into the now dark night.
It was around 9:30 when Curtis turned off of the main road and onto a dusty dirt road. He lived about a mile up the road at the old Turner farm which was no longer a working farm but had a nice, large farmhouse that Curtis called home.
Curtis stopped right after he turned onto the road, got out and put a chain across the road. A sign that read NO TRESPASSING, PRIVATE PROPERTY was on attached to the chain. He got back in the van and drove further up the road. Essentially Melanie’s ultimate fate had just been sealed. No one would know where she was taken and wouldn’t know she is missing until Jim and the kids got back on Sunday. Her friends just thought she had changed her mind and went with Jim. Cellphone service where Jim and the kids went camping is non-existent. So he wouldn’t be calling her for the entire weekend. So Melanie was in dire peril, a captive of a sadistic bastard who had been stalking her for months and had wanted her for years from afar.
Curtis drove about a quarter mile up the road and then abruptly stopped. Not knowing where she was, Melanie screaming as loud as she could. He got out, went to the back of the van and opened the door. The light went on and Melanie strained her head to see who it was and if she had been rescued.
“Relax, bitch, there is no one around for miles. Just you and me and that will be the way it will be all weekend. No big, bad Army husband to rescue you nor police around to save you.”
Curtis is up in the van by now and is untying the bungee rope around the heavy carpet. He quickly unrolls the carpet and Melanie tries to escape. She attempts to knee him in the balls but he moves out of the way before she lands it. Melanie feels like she can run away from him if she could get to her feet and get out of the van.
Curtis whips out a gun, presses it in Melanie’s face between her eyes and says,
“Don’t think so, bitch. Now unless you want to have your eyes to be literally shot back into your brain, I wouldn’t try anything like that again. Besides we are in the middle of nowhere so you could run in the dark for a long time and not find a soul. Now get up.”
Melanie struggles to get her feet with her wrists tied in front of her. She couldn’t stand upright in the tight confines of the van. Curtis practically throws her out onto the dirty road. Before Melanie can get to her feet, Curtis is upon her.
“Let’s see what you have under that running outfit.”
He reaches out and rips her top off of her. Melanie cried in pain as the fabric disappeared in his strong gasp. Before she knew what was happening, Curtis had a hold of her sports bra and it came off. Now topless, Melanie tried to cover herself with her bound hands but Curtis came down on top of her. He pinned her wrists above her head while he started sucking her perky breasts. She cried in pain as he bit her nipples and pulled up on them. As Curtis held her wrists firmly in his left hand, he reached down, unzipped his pants and pulled his dick out. It was elongated ready for some serious action. Melanie had never seen Jim’s that long before and that hard and as soon as Curtis took his finger and flicked the ballgag out, she found out how hard. He crammed his dick fully into her mouth. It tasted awful like piss but there was nothing the captive woman could do. She was lying in the dirt in the middle of nowhere so she just had to take it.
For Curtis this was a long fulfilled fantasy finally coming true. He had the woman of his dreams in his grasp and now his dick was inside her mouth. He was pumping it as the cum went running down Melanie’s throat. Pretty soon it was seeping out around the edges and dripping onto the ground. Soon Curtis has shot his wad in Melanie's mouth and he pulls it out. It is still dripping with cum and his dick is still rather large.
“How does it feel on your skin, bitch?”
He rubs his dick all over Melanie's face as she cries trying to get him to stop.
“Oh, God, please stop this. Who are you and why are you doing this to me?”
Melanie doesn't say another word as Curtis puts the ballgag back into her mouth. He finishes rubbing his dick over her body by squeezing the last ounce of cum all over her bare breasts.
“OK, bitch, that is enough for now.”
He pulls Melanie up to her feet by grabbing a handful of hair which is dirty and sweaty. It is a rather humid and hot summer night so Melanie is wringing with sweat. She is in tears as she is brought to her feet.
“Now let's get the rest of those clothes off.”
Curtis pulls her running short down to her feet followed closely by her panties. He forces her to step out of them rendering the young mother completely naked. Curtis reaches over to his van, pulls out some more rope.
“I have a surprise for you. I think you're going to like it.”
Melanie has no choice but to stand there as Curtis unties her wrists but immediately pulls them behind her back. He twists her arms upward to put them in a reverse prayer position. He ties several loops of rope around them causing Melanie is cry in pain. Next he takes some more rope and binds it around her bare breasts and her arms pinning her wrists in the painful position. The position of her arms did make her breasts stick out. Finally Curtis ties a rope around Melanie's waist, takes it down through her crotch and after pulling it extremely tight, ties it off in the middle of the waist rope.
“OK, now you are going to finish that run that you were interrupted. We have about another mile to go until we get to the house. Once we get there I will release you from that painful tie but until you will need to keep up or else it will become more painful falling on this road. It is bumpy and the road has some sand spurs which will hurt like hell but I don't give a damn about your comfort. After all I have planned for you, this will seem very minor.”
Curtis ties a rope from Melanie's waist and ties the other end to the bumper of the van. He fondles her breasts, checks all of the knots and then gets behind the wheel and slowly starts driving up the road. Melanie is in agony. The reverse prayer is extremely painful as well as the crotch rope. She looks around and sees nothing but darkness. The sky is clear so the stars and planets are out in full brightness. Melanie strains her ears to listen for any voices or noise but all she can hear is a dim, distant sound of cars probably on the interstate that runs through town.
The trip up the road was very painful. Melanie stepped on several sand spurs which caused her to cry in pain as the tears on her face mix with the sweat rolling down as well. How much longer do they have to go? Melanie is suffering mightily. What else can she stand and would anyone be able to save her?
Miraculously Melanie made it to the farmhouse without falling but by the time the twenty minute trek ended she was wracked with pain. When Curtis finally stopped the van, Melanie fell onto wet grass grateful for that ordeal to have finally ended. But what lay ahead for the young mother of four will make her beg for this again.
Curtis untied her from the van and with his hand under her arm, walked her into the old barn. The place wasn't exactly clean. He never bothered since he wasn't working the farm. It smelled awful. There was old, dried up shit all over the place. It also smelled like an animal died in there and its decaying carcass was still there.
Melanie screamed as she looked around once Curtis turned the one light on and she could the deplorable conditions. Rats went a scurrying with their cover of darkness gone.
“This is your new home, bitch. I hope you enjoy it because you're going to be hanging around here for quite some time.”
He laughed as he put his arm once again around the front of Melanie's neck and with the pressure behind her, he put her in another chokehold. He needed some time to rig her up and didn't need the bitch squirming around hindering him.
Curtis laid her on the dirty, straw-laden floor and went into another room. He came back quickly with an armful of scratchy rope. For the next few minutes Curtis goes the work of binding Melanie up more secure. He first rolls her over onto her stomach and unties the ropes that held her in the very painful reverse prayer. He left the breast ropes on and added some more down between her boobs tying it off at her wrists. He tied her elbows as close together as he could. Each time he left a little loop at the end. He bound her legs together at the thighs, above the knees, below the knees and finally at the ankles. He finished by tying some twine around her big toes. He then started tying ropes at several places where the loops were, the neck, the shoulders, the thighs, the feet. After putting her legs against her wrists in a tight, stringent hogtie, he brings a ladder in and places it beside Melanie's seriously bound body. He places a pulley on a large, heavy rope and takes it over one of the wooden beams at the top of the barn.
Then after tying the series of untied ropes together on the heavy rope, he lifts Melanie off of the ground. She is in a suspended hogtie and when he is done, leaves her about four feet off of the ground. Melanie starts to come to shortly after that just as Curtis is placing some metal clamps on her nipples. She immediately cries in pain with tears rolling down her already red cheeks.
“Did you have a nice nap? Do you like how I have taken you out of that terrible prayer position and look, I have taken care of those sore feet of yours. You won't be on them for the rest of the night. Now I am going to take that gag out but you better not scream. It isn't like anyone can hear you out here but I don't want to hear any shrill yelling, understand.”
Melanie licks her lips as soon as the hard ball is gone.
“Can I have some water? I am so thirsty.”
“Why should I, bitch.”
Curtis grabs her cheeks and presses them with his hands.
“It's not like I want to be nice to you, bitch.”
“Why are you doing this to me? I have never seen you before. I just want to go home to my family.”
Curtis walks away and comes back with a dirty glass full of something yellow.
“Here is all you are going to drink.”
“Oh my God, that is piss. I am not drinking that. No, don – gurgle, gurgle- arfh.”
Curtis pinches her nose, forces the glass of his piss into her mouth. Melanie immediately spits it out. He slaps her hard causing her to move from side to side.
“Please why are you treating me like this. Who are you? Do I know you from somewhere? Why am I here?”
That was the last thing she said.
Curtis pulls out his gun and crams it into Melanie's mouth.
“You know I could blow your pretty, fuckin' head off right now and no one will even know. Out here there are gunshots all the time. People shooting wild animals. Now don't say another word, understand.”
Melanie just dangles there crying as Curtis steps aside but comes back carrying a roll of duct tape.
“I have to leave for a little and just in case someone would wonder nearby, this should keep you quiet.”
He pinches her nose again and crams her soiled, sweaty panties in her mouth and then starts wrapping the gray duct tape completely around her head. He first though takes her hair out of the ponytail. He strokes his hand through her beautiful brunette head. He winds the tape around her head about ten times before he rips it off. He pats down the tape making sure that it is tight on her face.
“Now that should do it for now. At least it is better than the ballgag but it will come back soon. Now one more thing I need to do before I leave for a while.”
Melanie strains her head to see what he is doing behind her. Suddenly she feels something cold on her inner legs.
Curtis has taken a large vibrator and placed it between her bound legs right up against her crotch. He manages to place the head of it, inside her pussy and then takes some more of the ropes. He winds it around the hard cylinder a couple of places and then around her legs. After tying it off he checks to make sure that it is firmly in place before he takes the wire that leads from the bottom and after attaching it to a heavy duty extension cord, plugs it in to the electrical outlet up at the light.
“Now while I am gone you can dream about what is going to happen when I return. Don't come too much because you need to save some for me.”
He laughs and turns it on high. Melanie screams into her packed gag as the electrical current starts flowing through her crotch. Curtis slaps her bare ass and kisses her hard on her gagged mouth. He then turns off the light, closes the door, padlocks it and then leaves. Melanie is terrified as she hangs there. She hears a distant sound of Curtis's car leaving and then nothing except the sound of the vibrator, her own heartbeat and the scurrying of the rats as they can once again do their thing without light.
Curtis is on his way to town. Needed for people to see him so that he could establish an alibi when and if it came to it. He had it all planned out so it probably wouldn't be necessary but he wanted Melanie to feel some terror for a few hours. Unfortunately for Melanie, Curtis hooked up with a woman at the bar and soon he was rolling in the sack with her at a cheap motel. He forgot about the kidnapped bitch he had tied up in his barn.
It would be close to 5:00 a.m. before he got back home and he didn't even bother checking on his captive. Melanie was still having to endure the endless gyrations caused by the vibrator. She had cried until there were no more tears to cry. A little puddle had formed on the straw floor underneath her head and down below her crotch.
Curtis woke up around 10:00 and after getting dressed, he went out to the barn to check to see if Melanie was still alive. She was, thankfully, as he unlocked the door and turned on the light. She moaned and barely able to pull her head up as he approached.
“Sorry about not coming back last night. Got some nice action from a well – formed woman. Nothing like we are going to have today. Went by your house and guess what no one was home. I wonder where Mel was hanging last night.”
He laughed wickedly as he unplugged the vibrator and started to remove it from Melanie.
“Glad for you that I didn't use the battery type or you wouldn't have had much fun all night. Did you put on a show for our little rodent friends. Just think if I had left you on the floor. One of them might have tried to go down here.”
Curtis laughs as he rams his fist up Melanie's bloody sore anus.
“Time to eat some breakfast, bitch. I will be back in just a minute with your food.”
He leaves but not before he spins Melanie around hard. He will still be spinning when he returns in a few minutes.
“Foods up!”
Part four:
Melanie's eyes get big and she somehow, despite her weakened state, managed to scream into her gag when she saw what Curtis had in his hand. He was carrying a squirming, squealing huge rat by the tail. He plopped it down on a small table and with one swift blow, cut the rat's head off.
“Do you like it fried or raw? No preference then I guess it will be raw. Just let me gut it and then you can eat up.”
Melanie cries in disbelief as she watches Curtis cut it up. He is whistling while he goes about the disgusting act.
“Well, what do you know, this one was pregnant. We can just keep the babies for dessert. Now let me know if it needs any salt.”
Curtis comes over and starts peeling off the wet layers of tape. He finally gets to the last bit of tape and Melanie is so weak that she can't even spit the saturated panties out of her mouth.
“Please, God, no. Don't make me eat a rat. Why are you doing this? I am tired, thirsty and hungry but not for that awful thing.”
“Now, now, Mel, I will tell you why shortly but now you must eat.”
Curtis picks up a huge piece of the dissected rat, pinches her nose again and forces it down her throat. Immediately Melanie gags and spits it out. Curtis picks it up and crams it back inside. This time he holds her mouth shut.
“Chew it up, bitch, and swallow it.”
Melanie makes a terrible face as she is forced to take the dirty, disease-ridden rat. Unbelievably it stayed down and Curtis proceeded to make her eat the rest of it.
“Now that wasn't bad, now was it.”
“Go to hell, how can you treat any human being like that. How long are you going to leave me like this?”
Curtis picks up the ballgag again and crams it back in her mouth. He tightens it tighter than before. Melanie practically gags on it but he doesn't care.
“Simple I don't care about your well-fare.”
He goes over, picks up a whip and starts stretching it out. He finally tells Melanie why she is here.
“Your hubby and me served in Iraq together his last tour. I kept looking at your picture and the more I looked the more I wanted to stick my big, hard dick into your nice tight hole. Once I got out, I decided to get you for myself and here we are. Now unfortunately I don't do nice when it comes to my sex so you are suffering and I am quite happy. Now this will hurt like hell but hey, unless you tell me no, I will take it that you want it. Just speak up if you want me to stop. That will be your safeword.”
Curtis rears back and whack, the first stroke goes across Melanie's side. Then another and another. She cries and screams in pain as her skin turns a dark purple. She is swinging back and forth as the whip carves a horrific path of destruction to her skin. Finally Melanie passes out as Curtis delivers a final powerful stroke.
“Oh, my dear, Mel, what lies ahead for us will be magical. Sleep now and when you come to, you will be ready for my cock in that nice tight hole.
Curtis puts the whip down and lowers Melanie down to the ground. She falls down into the sweat and vomit from her body as he starts untying her. The first night was over but they still had the rest of the day and another night before they would part for the last time.
For once since Curtis kidnapped and enslaved Melanie, he is showing a little compassion. After he knocked her out again, he carried her in his arms into the farmhouse. Melanie was a mess. She stunk from sweat, drool, pee and vomit. Curtis decided that he would wash her off since he planned on finally cramming his big dick in her tight little hole. He knew that she would getting all sweaty again but at least the first time he fucks her she will be clean.
So he took upstairs to the bathroom, sat her in the bathtub and hand washed with a cloth. He washed her long hair while also stroking it with his hand. Of course he took liberties with her boobs and her pussy but mostly he wanted to clean her up. He lifted her limp body out of the tub, dried her really well as she awoke. Melanie was surprised to finally see some compassion from her brutal captor. She spoke through her ballgag and got Curtis to pull it out.
“Please can I have some water. Even a prisoner of war gets the basics and that included water and food.”
Melanie was trying to talk to him in military terms but Curtis was too psycho to be fooled by that.
“OK, I guess you have worked for a real glass of water.”
So he draw some water in a small glass on the vanity and puts it up to Melanie's parched lips. She drinks it all and then tries to sweet talk Curtis again.
“I know you want to fuck me so if you take all of these ropes off, I can give you a real good time in bed. I am a wildcat in bed just ask my hubby. I imagine he told you about me when you two served in Iraq.”
Unfortunately for Melanie those would be the last words she would ever speak because Curtis, without saying a word, crammed her ballgag back in her mouth and tightened it bit more.
“Sorry, bitch, nice try but I will fuck you so brutally that you will not want more.”
Curtis forces Melanie to her feet, and though she is sore and tired, forces her to hop out of the bathroom. It is a long hallway from the bathroom to the master bedroom. Melanie was very slow hopping down the hall. It didn't help that Curtis was smacking her bare ass to try and get her to hop faster. Finally she made it and stood in the doorway looking at a poster bed with rope already lying on top.
With Curtis's prodding, Melanie made it to the bed and fell on top of it.
“OK, I am ready for action.”
Curtis had already stripped down naked and his dick was very large, ready for action. Melanie cried knowing what was going to happen next.
“Umhp, umhp!” Curtis grunted as he was ramming his dick deep into Melanie's pussy.
He had been going at it for at least an hour. Melanie wondered how long could he go. Most men faded long before now but Curtis had taken a high powered Viagra type pill before he climbed on the bed so he was more potent than ever. Occasionally too, he had pulled it out and crammed it in Melanie's mouth dropping cum all over her bare chest in the process. Melanie was not in a very comfortable position either. She had her wrists bound apart and tied to the top poster legs and her ankles were tied to her wrists placing her in a pretzel type position that allowed her crotch very exposed.
“Enjoying this, bitch. You better because this is your last fuck. Better not want it to end because I will be the last time that will be shoot my cum into your bladder.”
Curtis yanked it out and then sprayed Melanie with a burst of piss. In fact he emptied his bladder all over his captive. She managed to turn her head and close her eyes but her hair was drenched and her face and mouth had it covered with the warm piss. “There now you have some more to drink.”
Curtis laughs as he pulls down her gag and plunges his smelly dick into her mouth. Melanie is forced to not only take it once again but has to swallow the piss on her mouth as it is propelled inside and down her throat by his dick. It didn't long for him to shoot his wad down her throat. He pinches her nose forcing her to swallow and once that happens, he takes it out, smears it all over her face and crams the gag back in her mouth.
“I will go towel off and then get you ready for another fun activity.”
Melanie lies there in piss, cum and sweat crying. She is almost spent by the whole ordeal. She is beginning to realize that she isn't going to survive this ordeal.
It was around 3:00 when Curtis opens the door and walks out. He was holding a chain and Melanie was hopping closely behind him. She was bound up tighter than ever. Wrists behind her back, breast bound with rope going across her nipples, crotch and waist rope, thighs tied together as are knees, above and below, legs bound half way between knees and ankles and finally her ankles. She still had the ballgag in her mouth. She was already sweating before she got out in the 95 degree heat. The distance from the house to the barn was about 200 yards. It took Melanie about twenty minutes to hop the distance and she fell down twice. Both times she landed hard on the ground and once landed in a huge fire ant hill. They bit her a lot in the time it took Curtis to come over and rip her back up to her feet.
“Should have let them see what they could have done to your body but I have some more fun planned for the rest of the day. So continue hopping, bitch.”
So they reached the door of the old barn again and once again Melanie was back inside only this time she would not be suspended. Instead she had to hop over to wooden pole in the middle of the room.
“Stand up against it, bitch. I need to go out so I have to leave you here again.
Melanie takes little steps to get against the pole. It was starting to look like Melanie was a willing captive but it would be too late. Curtis is ready for the worse nightmare of all for her and one she might not survive.
By now almost 24 hours since she was kidnapped, Melanie was not able to resist Curtis as we welded her naked, battered, sweaty, dirty body to the wooden pole. The pole had been there for many years so it was rough with a lot of jagged pieces which were now trying to penetrate her body. Curtis untied her wrists and pulled them behind the pole before retying them together. He then bound her elbows as close together as he could- in fact they touched. After looping some more rope around her body and her legs that held her to the pole. He then wraps some rope around her throat. Then after removing her ballgag, Curtis crams her panties back into her mouth and instead of tape, he takes another rope, threads it between her lips, takes it several times behind the pole and through her mouth again and again. Finally he takes it up and runs it over her forehead before tying it off behind the pole. Then he takes the duct tape and wraps it around her mouth about eight or nine times to seal everything in. Her panties tasted worse this time since Curtis had used them to wipe the piss off of her face so she tasting the salty, foul tasting liquid.
“Now I don't think you will be able to move if you want but I need to make sure that you don't get bored.”
Curtis takes another piece of rope, tied it around her waist on top of the other,takes it through her already bound crotch and runs it up and over the pulley still attached to the ceiling. Melanie watches in horror as he goes over and picks up a huge cinder block. It must have weighed about 50 pounds as Curtis brought it over. He thread some of the thick rope through the openings and then pulled the rope until it was about five feet off of the ground. When he let it go, after tying it off at the top of the block, it swung in the air. Melanie screamed in agony as she is holding it up with the rope that is sinking deep into her crotch.
“Now see you can hold up that weight until I get back later but I have one more thing. I think the rats are angry because you ate their leader last night and they want to eat you so this may help them.”
Curtis walks out of the barn and returns in a few minutes holding a jar of peanut butter. Melanie cries as he bends down and smears the peanut butter on her toes, between her toes and on the instep of each foot. He doesn't finish there as he goes up to her nipples covering them and smears some on there and finally some goes in her hair.
“Now these rats do climb so when they smell food they will come a running after the lights go off. I will be back later this evening to see how much is left of the peanut butter. Enjoy your night alone. I promise this will be the last night for us to be together.”
Curtis laughs, walks over, turns off the lights and leaves again locking the door behind him. He whistles as he goes to his car and leaves.
Inside the barn, Melanie can hear the rats scurrying and no more than five minutes after Curtis left, the first rat starts nibbling on both the peanut butter and her toes. Soon they had descended in mass on her body. There were some at her toes, biting them repeatedly and then she screams as the first one goes up her sweaty body and starts on her nipples. The pain is unbearable. Melanie wished she were dead and when they attacked her beautiful hair she could feel what seemed like chunks being ripped out with their teeth. How long would this last?
“Yes, I need to leave tonight for a short business trip. So the plane will be fueled and ready for me. Great, I know it is late but I am working until 11:00 and my meeting is in the morning in San Juan. OK, I will be there around 1:00 and will have just a couple of duffel bags. Thanks.”
Curtis is smiling as he leaves the club and heads back home. He wonders if there was anything left of Melanie. He hoped because he hadn't finished telling her why he had done all of this to her. He pulled into his house shortly after 11:30 and instead of going out to the barn first he went in the house. Went upstairs, packed a duffel bag full of clothes and left for the barn after throwing that bag in the back of his van. He grabbed another bag and headed for the barn.
“OK, I am back, bitch. Hope you didn't die on me?”
Melanie was unconscious. She was a bloody mess. Her toes had practically been eaten off by the rats. Her nipples were no longer visible and she had very little hair left on top of her head. She was bleeding from her crotch as the rope had finally penetrated deep into her pussy.
Curtis started untying the former beautiful suburban housewife. She was gone as far as being a woman. He woke her up long enough to kiss her lips one last time. How he will miss her so much but now it is time to end their time together. She can not stand up as he lays her down and reties her wrists behind her back. He replaces her gag with just a simple wraparound tape gag as he carries her out to the van The night is cooler than the previous night and not as humid. It didn't matter to Melanie. She was just barely alive by now as he puts her in the other duffel bag and loads it into the back of his van.
He then gets behind the wheel and drives out the same road that he had brought Melanie in the previous night. All of this had been done and Melanie's family and friends had not even missed her yet.
It was about 1:00 when Curtis pulled into the lot of the small private airport. His plane was already on the runway so all he had to do was care the two duffel bags out to the place. Melanie could barely mutter inaudible noise as he picked up her bag and carried it himself to the plane. Curtis threw the bag inside, went back and got the other bag. He stopped to check with the airport's night manager and sign his travel agenda.
“I hope you have a good trip to San Juan, Mr. Taylor. You have clearance from international to take off and fly at the lower altitude.”
“Thanks and enjoy your Sunday.”
Curtis grinned as he got in the cockpit, and after checking his instruments he taxied down the runway and at precisely 1:30, took off flying out over the Atlantic Ocean. Soon he was at cruising altitude and then put the autopilot on.
He went back to where Melanie was lying in the duffel bag. He unhooked it and pulled her head out. She was barely conscious but Curtis wanted to finally answer her questions about why.
“Well, now Melanie, your husband wasn't very nice to his old Army buddy while we were in Iraq. He and some of the other guys in our platoon didn't stand behind me when a girl accused me of raping her. Of course, I was guilty but we were a band of brothers. They should have had my back but no I was thrown into the brig and it wasn't until the girl disappeared that I got out. I got a dishonorable discharge and I vowed to get even with him and the rest. Jim is the first one that I have gotten my revenge against. The only thing that I regret is not grabbing that hot oldest daughter of yours but you were quite nice. So as we part our ways, it was nice and you won't suffer. I will tie this weight around this bag and when I open the door, you will fall into the ocean and sink to the bottom. Someday your bones may drift up on shore and by that time I will be done getting back at everyone. Goodbye Mel, it was nice and have a good rest of your life about another 20 seconds.
With that he slides the 15 pound weights around the bag and opens the door. He kicks the bag out the door and watches as it splashs in the moonlight into the ocean and quickly sinks. Melanie undoubtedly drowned almost immediately as Curtis blew a kiss to her as she sinks.
He quickly closes the door, goes back to seat and takes it off of autopilot.
“One down, and three more to go. It's on to San Diego and a hot teenage daughter.”
He laughs as he banks the plane westward.
Epilogue:
Jim called the police when he and the kids got home on Sunday and Melanie wasn't home. After calling her cellphone, which had been smashed earlier, and then calling her friends, it was apparent that she was missing, Needless to say, no evidence of Melanie was ever found and the case drew cold. To this day it has never been solved and after changing his appearance several times, Curtis has continued his goal of vengeance.
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Very nice. That was hot. Thanks Slim!
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Amazing sir
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Wow cool