Cecilia had reached a turning point in her new relationship. She had been dating her most recent boyfriend for slightly over four months and, all things considered, things were going pretty well. He was young, handsome, in excellent physical shape, and apparently either rich or at least very well off. He drove a new expensive Italian sports car-very stylish. He was always impeccably dressed when he picked her up at her apartment to go out to dinner or to a show. Unlike many of her previous boyfriends he never appeared distracted while they talked over a candlelight dinner or as they quietly strolled through downtown or her neighborhood as he escorted her home. Anthony seemed very interested in Cecilia's opinions and experiences, listening much more than speaking. He was always opening doors or lifting chairs for her; in short, he was a perfect gentleman. No, Anthony was perfect period.
Cecilia was pretty close to perfect herself. At 26 she was uncommonly good-looking, a bit on the tall side, 5'9" or so, exquisitely proportioned, and a natural blonde whose long tresses reached halfway down her back. Cecilia had an excellent position as an executive secretary for McCowan, O’Donnell and Stevens, a major in-town law firm specializing in real estate law. She pulled down an annual salary just shy of six figures but to earn that salary she had to work long hours which left her precious little time to cultivate relationships. Sometimes she went for as much as two weeks without spending any time together with her boyfriend. She had ended previous relationships because her boyfriends wanted more of her time than she had available to give and, when push came to shove, she could not give up the security that her hefty salary provided to her. As the only child of deceased parents, she knew that she was on her own. In the current economy the chances of her finding another job like the one she currently held were slim and none and, as her father used to say, “Slim was out of town.” Her job came first and any man in her life, at least for the time being, had to both understand and be willing to carry on a relationship within those constraints.
This was not a problem for Anthony who seemed content to see her when she was available. Cecilia, who had gone by the nickname “CC” since she could remember, was grateful for Anthony’s patience and understanding. Nevertheless, she felt a certain internal dissonance over this. On one hand she was relieved that he understood the demands of her career and how important it was to her. On the other hand, maybe just a little bit, she secretly wanted him to be a little more jealous of her commitment to work, but he never showed any signs of it. They never even discussed the issue. Somehow it was just understood that they would see each other when they could and enjoy each other's company.
Although their dates were infrequent, CC and Anthony’s relationship was definitely not platonic. After the first few nights out together CC and Anthony had developed a healthy, if sparse, sex life and virtually every date ended with sex at her apartment. As they discovered each other's bodies and needs CC and Anthony grew more comfortable, more intimate, but by the fifth or sixth time making love together each had introduced one or two little "twists" in order to keep their love life fresh and interesting. Anthony had a thing for white blouses and encouraged CC to wear white whenever she was willing. He even bought her two or three expensive satin and silk tops which she wore to please him. He said that he liked the way that it clung to her skin and accentuated her figure. Moreover, he liked the way that it felt to the touch, silky smooth, and yet substantial. When they talked about it he confided to her that he liked her to go braless under the blouses so that he could gauge the extent of her arousal by the way her nipples protruded from the inside.
For her part, Cecelia was into role-playing. One night she would want to pretend that she was a famous actress and he was her chauffeur. He would call her “Madame” and purposefully tone down his manner, speaking only when spoken to and letting her take the lead. Another night she would be a farm girl and he would take on the persona of a cowboy drifter who'd been hired by her father to "work the ranch" during the harvest. He would arrive at her place, they always met at her place, in boots, denim, a cowboy hat, and three or four day’s growth on his chin and face. He would become just a little more aggressive and she would play the innocent country girl. They both enjoyed the role-playing and the sex was out of this world.
One evening, while sipping wine over dinner at Figarello's, an expensive restaurant in the financial district near CC's law firm's offices Cecelia asked Anthony whether or not he had ever done a role-play involving bondage. He said “no,” and that he had never “fancied being tied up.”
She laughed out loud and then leaned across the dinner table, taking Anthony's hand in her own. “I don’t want to tie you up, silly," she whispered with head bowed as if everyone in the room were listening to their conversation, "but … I wouldn’t mind it if maybe you wanted to tie me up. Helplessness is kind of a turn-on or at least I think that it might be. To tell you the truth, I’ve never been tied up, but when I see it in the movies it... I don't know... it kind of rivets my attention." Cecelia lifted her head and looked at her handsome date. "Before you ask, no, Anthony, I do not watch, nor do I have a secret stash of bondage-filled smut movies tucked away in my closet. I'm not talking about those kinds of movies; I'm talking about, I mean, you know, movies in which bad guys break in and tie up a housewife, or the heroine gets captured and ends up gagged with her arms tied in the air over her head, or in a chair or in a bed until the hero comes along and saves her- 'damsel in distress' stuff. She lowered her head to whisper again. "The women always look so helpless and scared. It’s definitely arousing." Finally, Cecelia slowly lifted her eyes to meet Anthony's whose own eyes were staring directly at the blonde beauty on the other side of the table-for-two. "Wanna try it?”
Anthony’s face grew pensive as his mind pulled back from the conversation for a while. He took another long sip from his wine glass and leaned across the table taking her delicate hands in his. He spoke to her in a voice slightly above a whisper. "Well, this is an interesting turn of events. I can't say that I saw it coming, but I suppose if you want we could give it a try. Why don't we take a little time so I can do a little ‘research’ and then agree to make a night of it. Sounds like it might be fun, for me at least.” He chuckled in a sinister kind of way as he smiled across at Cecelia who began to blush, betraying herself. She was turned-on by the thought and he could see that she was. That night the sex, though straight, was especially satisfying for both of them.
A week later, Cecelia’s cell phone rang during her lunch break. After excusing herself to take the call, CC answered and Anthony spoke. “I have a place up state, a kind of cabin in the woods that I use when I want to be alone,” Anthony said. “I don’t go there often, and I have never brought a woman there- it’s kind of a ‘man-cave,’ but if you can get a weekend off, we could spirit ourselves away and not worry about being interrupted while we played a few games. The mountains are just beginning to show their fall colors. Let’s do it.”
A shiver of anticipation and a blast of goose-bumps nearly overcame Cecelia. It was a good thing that she had excused herself because her lunch-mates would have noticed and a barrage of intimate questions would certainly have followed. Cecelia worked hard to keep her work life and her private life separate. Nobody at work knew anything about her activities once she left the law office. Several of the young lawyers at the firm had approached her to see if she was available socially but each request for drinks or dinner had been politely refused. She had met Anthony while jewelry shopping. She was looking at necklaces and he was waiting for a watch repair. The attraction was mutual and instantaneous.
Now, she was at a crossroads. She toyed with the idea of telling Anthony that she had changed her mind or at least that she had to work for the next several weekends. Weekend work was part of the territory and Anthony knew that. Quarterly reports were due at the beginning of next month so in another week her excuse would be true, but this weekend, Cecelia was free. She took a deep breath, steadied herself, and said “I’m free this weekend.”
Anthony had told the truth. As the sports car pulled into the driveway, Cecelia surveyed the scene. The “cabin” was a modern contemporary home, complete with an outbuilding, probably a workshop, and a small garage. The mini-compound was isolated in the deep woods on the edge of a smallish lake. All around the trees were in full-foliage display. The hills across the lake looked like an impressionist painting in reds, yellows, and orange hues. In a few minutes they were inside the front door, and Anthony was at a small, but well-stocked bar mixing them both a drink. A small, candlelight dinner and a bottle of wine set the stage for what promised to be an interesting weekend. They talked, well, Cecelia talked about work and Anthony listened intently. CC explained that nobody at work knew anything about her weekend plans. She confided that when he had called, she had considered rescinding her original request and that she did have some misgivings, but that now that they were alone and she had had the chance to think about it, she was feeling more “secure.”
Anthony rose quietly from his seat and said, “an odd choice of words… ‘secure.’ Why don’t you stand up and let me look at you? Cecelia rose from her chair and stepped back from the table. Anthony’s eyes surveyed the beautiful woman who stood in front of him. Her skin glowed with a perfect light tone, betraying just a hint of the last vestiges of her summer tan. She wore an understated lipstick and light eye shadow. With her, less makeup was more. Her natural beauty needed no assistance, but she tried to improve her looks anyway. She was wearing a white satin blouse. He recognized it as one he had given her a few weeks ago. She had bought a matching pleated skirt and an aqua colored scarf which she used to cover the waistline. Her straight, naturally blonde hair was tied back with a smaller, matching aqua “scrunchie.” Cecelia stood with her long, shapely legs and modest heels pushed together, as if she were standing at attention, straight and ready for inspection.
“Are you ready to begin Cecelia?” he asked. She inhaled sharply and answered with a simple nod of her head. Anthony rose from his seat and produced a long white strand of silken rope. He doubled the rope and then knelt in front of the beautiful legal secretary and quickly roped her ankles together. If she wanted to escape now she would have to hop her way to safety. Anthony rose and silently circled Cecelia, who appeared a little “unsteady on her pegs,” swaying ever so slightly. Her captor stood in front of her and surveyed his prize. He avoided her eyes but focused about eighteen inches below at her chest which was hidden behind the shear white of her blouse, which was discreetly buttoned all the way to the top button. She shrugged, bringing her shoulders forward and withdrawing her bosom.
“Come now, Cecelia, this poor posture will never do,” said Anthony as he strolled over the closet, opened the door, and withdrew several similar ropes of the same material, but different lengths. Calmly, he took her hands and, secured them at the wrists behind her back. The knots were tight but the soft material did not cut into her wrists. So long as she did not try to escape, they didn’t hurt. As her shoulders were swept backward, her bosom moved forward until they met the soft satin of her blouse. She was braless, of course- she knew how much Anthony liked to watch her nipples pressing through the blouse. She could feel the soft caress of the sheer material against her nipples which became more and more engorged as she savored the delectable sensation of sensitive skin on satin. Cecelia slipped into role play.
“Don’t hurt me, she half-pleaded. I…I have money over there in my pocketbook, a couple of hundred dollars at least. Just take it and untie me. I won’t tell anyone, promise.” Anthony said nothing but went directly to the scarf around her waist, carefully untying it and then re-tying a knot roughly in the middle. Slowly and purposefully stepping behind the gorgeous bound vision in white he raised the scarf over her head and brought it down to rest just below her chin.
“Open wide, lady,” he said. “I think I’ve heard just about enough out of you.” She shook her head in refusal. Anthony responded by grabbing her hair and pulling it with just enough force to bend her head backwards. “Open,” was all he said. Again she shook her head in refusal. He tugged her hair with a little more force. Eventually she complied and her mouth opened to receive the knotted gag. He tied it securely from behind and released her. She tried to speak but her renewed pleadings were unintelligible. She stopped trying. Another rope was used to further restrain he arms above the elbow, causing her chest to strain even more against her blouse. Her nipples were fully extended and pointed straight out. Anthony came back around to the front and slowly reached out to feel the rigid points. Cecelia swooned as if she would fall. She was aroused more than she had ever been. So far her gambit over dinner was paying off. She could feel her arousal from head to toe. Her pussy began to itch as she lubricated in anticipation of further stimulation and eventual sex.
Anthony eased Cecelia down onto a white shag rug and slowly raised her skirt, first to mid-thigh and then to her waist revealing a crotch-less white silk thong. He reached between her legs and used his index finger to test her for readiness. She was more than ready. She moaned into her gag. “Please,” she mock pleaded, “Please don’t do this. I’m not that kind of woman. Let me go, please.” All Anthony could hear was “Pllegh, pllegh.
Alex spoke quietly to the bound woman. “I told you that I was going to do some research and I did. So far as I can tell, the whole point of this kind of thing is to play close to the edge. The way I look at it, the thrill comes from the seeming possibility of genuine danger. The victim, that would be you, Cecelia, has to believe on some level that she is in genuine danger. This can be accomplished by a little uncharacteristically excessive force, or by some kind of surprise that upsets her view of the way things are ‘supposed’ to proceed. Introduce the doubt, the uncertainty, and the juices start to flow, just as your juices are flowing right now.
He continued to massage her sopping wet sex. “We’ve been together for … what, four months?” In all that time you only asked me what I did for a living once. I told you that I was an art dealer, a modern art dealer was what I said, I think. Would you like to see some of my art?” Let me show you. Anthony rose and went to a cabinet near the wall where a large flat screen TV was mounted. He opened the door and selected a single DVD from a stack of several dozen, slid the silver disc into the player and pushed "Play.". “I’m a film maker, Cecilia. I cater to a very special market, working only on commission. In fact, you are being filmed right now. The cameras have been rolling since we started dinner. They’re hidden, of course.” As she listened to Anthony's calm, deliberate description of his betrayal, Cecilia's beautiful dark eyes opened wide with a combination of fright and anger. She yelled into her gag, trying to communicate with her captor, but her muffled words made no sense and besides, Anthony was no longer listening to her. She thrashed about on the floor, until she became exhausted from her efforts which, of course had had a net result of exactly zero. Finally, she went limp and then drew her legs up to her chest as she assumed the fetal position, scrunching herself up like a giant blonde inchworm.
The video began to run and Cecilia recognized the scene as the very same cabin in which she currently lay, skirt up over her waist, bound hand and foot, gagged, exposed and helpless. If this was a joke, it was way over the edge. She was as angry as she was scared, but not for long. As she lay there, eyes glued to the set the odds on "bad joke" plummeted to absolute zero and her nightmare intensified. On screen she saw a young woman about her age wearing a white blouse identical to the one she was currently wearing half tip-toeing, half skipping from the main house to the outbuilding Cecilia had noticed as they drove up to the house not four hours ago. The woman’s ample breasts were exposed and flopped and jiggled as she moved down the grassy path between the two structures. Her hands were bound but she was laughing, obviously under the influence of some drug or other agent. She turned and spoke to the camera flipping her long auburn locks coquettishly. “What is this, Steve, a woodshed? It's been years since I was 'taken to the woodshed,' but you're right, Steve; I have been a naughty girl, very naughty." As she mocked and taunted her pursuer, she suddenly stopped directly outside the entrance to the "woodshed" and, in an exaggerated motion bent over at the waist and stuck her magnificent ass out behind her. "Oh, I sooo need a spanking!" Unannounced, a hand suddenly reached into the frame of view and slapped her firm, white twenty-something ass hard enough for her to semi-regret having offered it up in the first place. The big-titted captive stood up straight and pouted, pursing her lips while the disembodied hand opened the door, gesturing for her to enter. "Hey, that hurt!" she protested in mock indignation. Just as suddenly her affect did another 180 degree turn and she was back to being playful and naughty again. "Come on, Stevie, will you kiss it and make it all better?"
"Maybe later, babe. Right now you have an appointment with the disciplinarian. Don't say I didn't warn you to start being a good girl, but no, you had to misbehave and now you have to pay the price. Let's go," he said as he twisted the knob to open the heavy door to the "woodshed." The beautiful young woman turned to look into the camera, lowered her brow as if to admonish her captor with a petulant look and then just turned and skipped through the darkened doorway. "Steve" did not follow her. The same hand that had opened and held the door now closed it behind her. A quick turn of the key, a lingering shot on the closed door, a slow fade to black and the scene shifted to the interior of the building. The floor was dirt and the space was open except for a single oversized stall section at the far end of the room.
The "bad little girl" called out for Steve to join her. He didn't. After several attempts at "teenage temptress," she dropped the act and played it straight. "C'mon, Steve," she coaxed, "where are you?" No answer, silence. Suddenly a mechanical sound broke the awkward silence. Another camera angle shift and the enormous front gate to the stall began to rise. "It's about fuckin' time, Steve," she said as she walked over to the rising gate to investigate. Before she could get close enough to peer into the opened box an enormous snake slithered out from behind the rising shutter. A blood-curdling scream shattered the muted silence of the scene and the camera cut once again to the young woman. No play-acting this time, she was screaming; “Steve! Steve!" she screamed, "Let me out please. Help! Let me out!"
“No can do, Honey,” was the reply. “It’s feeding time.” The redhead started running around desperately trying to free her hands and avoid the oncoming serpent, which was huge, several times her size with a girth that rivaled a trash barrel and a head nearly twice that size. The animal advanced on its prey, cutting down the angle until the horrified victim found herself backed into a corner. Terrified, her bladder released a stream of urine which shot out in front of her forming a small pool of fluid which quickly disappeared as the dirt floor absorbed the liquid like an enormous paper towel, leaving only a dark stain. She quivered and shook as she squeezed herself flat against the wall and stood on her tiptoes. Her pink-nippled breasts rose and fell as she drew in the huge frantic breaths that abject terror brings. The snake, taking its time, advanced to within six feet and ever so slowly rose up as it prepared to strike and secure its meal.
With blinding speed the enormous serpentine head shot out and struck the hapless victim in the shoulder spinning her away from the wall. Before she could gather herself together to sprint away, it struck again, this time curling its long muscular body tightly about its victim. From a distance the stunned girl looked like the Michelin man's wife wearing a snakeskin suit. Within moments the monster began squeezing the air and the life out of the girl. No more screams, no more haughty taunts, no more sounds of any kind came from her mouth which was frozen open in the terror of suffocation. In a couple of minutes, after a long close-up of her agony, the girl’s head slumped. Almost immediately the colossal animal relaxed its grip and she fell, unconscious, to the dirt floor. As she lay motionless on the ground the animal wasted no time beginning its feeding ritual. First, it maneuvered its enormous head directly behind the hapless victim’s body. Then over a matter of ten minutes or so it opened its now dislocated jaw and advanced towards the young woman’s head. Soon, like a giant spatula, it had wiggled itself under her head and shoulders. Before long her shoulders and then her beautiful breasts were drawn into the cavity that was the entrance to Hell. The camera did not budge as it recorded each moment, each peristaltic pull of the limp and nearly lifeless body of the "naughty girl." Her beautiful legs were drawn through the dirt as they advanced inexorably into the reptile's open maw. Before too long she he had disappeared, feet and all. She was gone. The beast curled up for a long digestive nap. After a few more minutes, the screen went blank.
Anthony turned to Cecilia and spoke. "That film made me $150,000, Cecilia. That's tax free American money, CC," he emphasized. There's good money in snuff films you know, especially niche fetish snuff films. Believe it or not there's an entire underground community of people out there who get off on watching beautiful women being eaten alive by all sorts of creatures. Some of these people are exceedingly rich and are willing to indulge their fetish by commissioning my little 'art' films. I am, of course, very discrete. And," he continued, "it's not just dirty old men either. I have several female patrons as well. They get off imagining themselves to be the victims, but they're not silly enough to try it themselves. These folks are twisted, not totally insane. There's a difference."
Cecilia stared up at her captor, her lover, her soon-to-be killer, dumbstruck. This was not happening. Anthony carefully knelt next to Cecilia and nonchalantly stroked the inside of her milky white thigh with his left hand while he continued his monologue. The bastard even felt her pussy, which was still soaking wet by the way, probing inside with one and then finally two fingers. He withdrew the twin digital invaders and stuck them in his mouth, licking them clean as if he were back in his mother's kitchen and she had given him a pair metal egg beaters fresh from a bowl of newly made cupcake frosting. "The hardest part was finding the snake and getting him here without attracting attention," he explained. "I've had to become quite an expert on herpetology in the last few years; It's not like you can just bring a snake that big to the local veterinarian's office out of the blue, so to speak. I keep the building heated in the winter and he gets food on a regular basis. He doesn't dine exclusively on humans, but I suspect that he prefers them."
"I'm not a greedy man, CC. I could do a film a month, no problem. Demand is high, but I generally do four, sometimes five films a year, depending on how I feel. Mostly the women I film - I call them 'Happy Meals.' - are carefully chosen in advance, like you were. I don't do snatch and grabs off the street- way, way too dangerous, too many things to go wrong. Besides," he said as he slowly began unbuttoning Cecilia's white blouse from the top down, "I enjoy the chase as much as my clients enjoy the films, I suppose."
"You would be amazed how easy it is to get women like you to trust me, literally with their lives. You guys are really suckers for a halfway decent-looking guy who is willing to sit quietly and listen. All I have to do is dress appropriately and choose the right set of wheels and it's over. For Suzannah, the girl you just saw, it was cowboy boots, a couple of day’s growth, and a pick-up truck. I wrapped that entire film, from "Hello, Darlin' can I get you a beer?" to depositing the check in my offshore account in less than a month. If it makes you feel any better, CC, you took me the longest to seduce, four months, of any of my film stars to date. That damn job of yours tested my patience and made my approach more than a little bit tricky. For a while I considered throwing in the cards but, that night you confessed your secret desire to be tied up to me I knew that I was at the endgame stage with you. And now, well, here we are."
Pure accusatory hatred flashed from her eyes as she listened to Anthony, or was it 'Steve,' explain his methods to her so nonchalantly. Adding insult to injury, he had already unbuttoned the second and third buttons of her blouse and had reached in to fondle her pendulous breasts while he spoke to her. Hefting, rolling and squeezing each massive tit like a 1920's corner butcher sizing up a piece of calf's liver or flank steak for weighing while some little old lady fished through her pocketbook for her change purse, Anthony continued his tale. "It's mostly just 'luck of the draw' as to who I invite to join me at the lake here. Once I did agree to film a specific woman, but only once. One of my most trusted clients had run afoul of his second wife and was convinced that she was going to leave him, taking half his family fortune with her, a considerable sum of money I might add. So, he contacted me and asked me for a favor. In my business, well, in any business I suppose, favors are the ultimate currency. I try to stockpile as many as I can. In addition he doubled my usual fee and it was all just too much to turn down so I agreed to seduce his wife and bring her to my studio. Well," he said, "enough about me, are you ready for your close-up Cecilia?" With well-practiced ease Anthony reached behind Cecilia's head and deftly removed her aqua scarf, which had been serving as a gag.
"You fucking sick mother-fucker!" Cecilia screamed at her captor who had moved just out of range of her newly freed teeth as he allowed her to bare them. "Let me go you asshole!"
"Nice mouth," was all Anthony said in return. Then he added manner-of-factly " I suppose a blow job is out of the question."
"Oh, not at all, Shithead," CC roared in sarcastic reply, "I would just love to get you in my mouth just for old time’s sake. Come on over here and give it to me. Here," she said opening wide, "I'm waiting for you."
Anthony chuckled. "Somehow I think I'm gonna have to pass on this one, but, thanks for the offer. You know, been there, done that." Their eyes met and Anthony lowered his voice to a menacing undertone. "OK, CC here's the lowdown. We both know that you won't be returning to the city Sunday night. You have a date with a camera."
"Fuck you if you think I'm going to put on a show for you and your sick fucking pervert rich asshole clients. I'll be god damned if I'm going to dance like some little marionette for you and your fucking pet snake, No way! No fucking way." Cecilia was resolute in her defiance. Her white hot, adrenaline-fueled anger had transformed her to the point where it seemed to Anthony that at any moment steam would start coming out of her ears. She meant it and Anthony knew it, but he had played this particular scene many times before and he just stood at a safe distance, calmly taking in the show and secure in the knowledge that he held the ace of trumps already in his hand.
He calmly laid it on the table.
"You know, CC, I'll just bet that you have what it takes to do exactly what you say, but I too am determined. Listen very carefully because you have a choice to make and if I were you I would think long and hard before voicing that choice, because you are only going to get one shot at this. Listen up and don't interrupt. One way or another, these beautiful tits, that lovely face, that magnificent ass, and that tight, soaking wet pussy are going on film tonight. I can provide you with enough tranquilizers and pain killers to make it more or less bearable, provided that you agree to act for me the way that Suzannah did, or you can refuse to co-operate in which case we go to 'Plan B' which is no pills of any kind and instead of a short session with my reptilian leading man out there, you get to make your feature film debut in "Cecilia Meets the Three Stooges." Moe, Larry, and Curley, my pigs, are each well in excess of a hundred pounds and right now they are hungry as hell. They are very messy eaters, especially when they're dining together. Although I prefer to film my guests with the snake, I must inform you that no matter what movie I make, I have a client waiting to make the necessary deposit to my account. In fact," Anthony emphasized, "I have a backlog of requests for both kinds of films. You've already seen my snake in action; would you care to see a selected short film featuring three ravenous pigs and a very uncooperative and ultimately extremely repentant former cocktail waitress?"
Hearing her very limited options spelled out with such cold-blooded clarity, the formerly defiant Cecilia deflated like a punctured blow-up doll. Her head hung low, silently bobbing back and forth in the negative while the beautiful blonde vision in white, swooning like some silent movie queen, slumped backwards onto the rug. Her naturally beautiful and heavy breasts, which Anthony had recently been fondling and was now content to merely watch, bounced and jiggled like twin aspics dumped from their containers, their oscillations quickly dampening to stillness. Defeat flooded through her body as if she were taking it directly through a wide-open intravenous drip. She lifted her head, all defiance and bluster absent for the first time since her gag had been removed. Staring into his deep, brutally cold eyes, Cecilia spoke calmly and barely above a whisper. "Anthony, please, I'm sorry I said all those things to you. I was scared and angry. I'm scared to death right now. I don't know if this is some kind of elaborate ruse, a sick joke, or the real thing. All I know is that I don't want to die and I will do anything, anything to make this all go away. Please take these ropes off me. I don't want to play this game anymore. I'm exhausted.
"No game," was his curt reply.
"This can't be really happening," Cecilia sobbed. "Why did you pick me? I never did anything to you."
"Business. Nothing personal. It's what I do."
Cecilia looked up. "But, I could help you, Anthony. I know lots of pretty girls. I could help you get them. We've had great sex and it could be only the beginning. I could be anything you ever wanted, do anything you wanted. For God's sake just don't kill me, please."
"I work alone. Besides, Cecilia, we both know that what you are proposing is a non-starter. How could I ever trust you? It's time to choose," he said as he walked behind her supine body, stooped down hooking his arms under her armpits and lifted her to her feet. Anthony was careful not to do things too quickly. She'd been through a lot in the last hour and he needed her to cooperate if he were to get the performance he wanted from her later on. As she rose, and he could feel her standing more solidly on her own, his hands moved from the task of support to groping the helplessly bound woman's breasts which now hung under their own weight. They were magnificent to the touch, truly perfect, firm yet soft and pliable. He could feel Cecilia react, more from blind hope than anything else, he imagined, hope that this had all been an elaborate, though misguided prelude to her fantasy becoming real.
She was bound and helpless with her ankles tied and her delicate hands tied behind her back, exactly as she had described her fantasy to Anthony. She was wearing white, Anthony's favorite. Her disheveled appearance, skirt askew, blouse unbuttoned to the waist with her former lover holding her from behind, groping her and squeezing made her look like the heroine on the cover of a romance novel. She moaned and leaned her head backwards as her handsome but cruel captor continued to manipulate her emotions via her massive chest and erect nipples.
“Well, CC, he whispered into her ear, have you made up your mind?”
Cecilia spoke haltingly. “Oh, Anthony, is there nothing I can say or do to get you to change your mind? I could devote my life to making you happy if you just give me a chance,” she pleaded.
“You will,” he replied softly, “tonight.”
“There’s no hope?”
“None whatsoever I’m afraid,” was the reply.
“Then I choose… the snake,” she said softly, “but may I make one request before you take me out to the shed?”
“Such as…?” Anthony asked as he released her breasts, putting his hands on her soft shoulders and twisting her around so that they now stood facing each other.
“I don’t want to be heavily sedated yet although I would like the extra painkillers before I… before I… before the end,” Cecilia asked.
“I can do that,” he replied.
“That’s not all, Anthony,” she continued as she looked up into his eyes. “I have come to accept that I will not survive the night so I want to finish what we came here to do. I want to live out my fantasy, even if it has to end according to your plan.”
“What do you mean, CC,” asked Anthony.
“I’m completely under your control, Anthony. You’ve been rubbing and squeezing my breasts and fingering me off and on for the last fifteen minutes. I know that this is going to sound crazy, but I need to finish the fantasy. I want you to get me off one more time before the end. Will you do that for me? If you agree, I will do my best to see to it that your customer gets his money’s worth.”
Anthony released her and took a step back. “After all this,” he asked slowly shaking his head, “you still want to have sex with me?”
“No,” Cecilia said, “I need you to have sex with me. Actually, I need you to take me, take me exactly how you have me, tied, helpless and under your power. It isn’t too much to ask, is it? I can’t believe that for all this time you’ve been just ‘working.’ Haven’t you enjoyed being my lover?”
“Yes, I have, Cecilia,” he earnestly replied. “You have one of the finest female bodies I have ever encountered. You are beautiful and, to be frank, you have never looked more beautiful than you do right now, like this, except for the tears. Not matter what you may think of me and what I do for a living, I’m still a man. Why don’t we sit you down in a chair; I’ll get you a couple of pills; and you can take them. While we wait for them to take effect, we’ll see what unfolds. He stepped into the kitchen and returned with a straight-backed chair. Carefully lowering his victim into the chair, he quickly untied and then retied Cecilia’s hands, this time securing them to the sides of the chair. He went for the pills and gingerly placed two of them into Cecilia’s open mouth, cautious to avoid giving her the opportunity to bite him. He’d learned to be very careful the hard way when one of his leading ladies had caught him unawares, almost losing the tip of one of the fingers on his left hand. The offending lady ended up as swine food, ripped apart without the benefit of any mitigating painkillers.
Cecilia made no such mistake, calmly swallowing one and then the other with a little water; she settled back into the chair. “I’m ready, Anthony,” she said. “Do with me what you will.”
“I already am, Lady,” was the reply. I have you and your titties as well as that sweet pussy of yours completely under my control and if you know what’s good for you you’ll do what I say.” Anthony had seamlessly slipped back into Cecilia’s fantasy as if the revelations of the past hour had never occurred. Without missing a beat he stepped over to his trophy and firmly grabbed the chin of the disheveled blonde and drew his own face to within half a foot of the beauty. “I’m going to have a lot of fun with you, lady,” he said with malice dripping from his words. With his free hand he reached down and grabbed her left tit and twisted the nipple, just hard enough to make her feel it, but not hard enough to really hurt her.
“No!” she cried. “Leave me alone. Get out of my house.”
“I don’t think so,” was the short reply. “Now, are you gonna be nice or what because from where I’m standing your options look mighty limited?”
“No!” the woman yelled. “Get out! Don’t touch me!” Anthony walked behind the beautiful captive who, secured to the chair, could merely twist and buck in response. He stooped down and retrieved the aqua colored gag. Cecilia, playing her role as well, shook her head back and forth but eventually the gag was back in place. For a few moments she continued to try to speak but eventually stopped trying. Unintelligible gurgles were all she could produce. After that she could speak only with her eyes.
Anthony knelt in front of Cecilia, untied her ankles and then lifted her from the chair. Cecilia made no attempt at defense, and stood silently. Anthony seized her long hair and pulled, forcing her head back, just roughly enough to stay in character but not hard enough to actually hurt her. Their eyes met and stayed glued to each other, sending silent messages. Hers showed fear mixed with indignation, but desire lay barely below the surface. As for Anthony, he radiated purpose and control as he reached down and pulled Cecilia’s white pleated skirt down over her hips, revealing her thong and narrow hips. Still staring eye-to-eye, Anthony reached behind and fondled her spectacular, perfectly formed ass cheeks. He drew his hand back and slapped. “Spread your legs,” he growled. Cecilia gave him one last gaze of indignation and acceptance and then complied. She moved her feet apart. “Farther!” said Anthony. She moved again. Their eyes did a slow lovers dance.
Cecilia’s body quivered as he grabbed and squeezed, pulling her towards him. He relaxed his hand and the now pink-hued flesh instantly resumed its former perfect shape. He withdrew his hand, slowly tracing a path around her hip forward until he reached the muscular junction between her upper leg and her abdomen. His fingers extended as he felt the flat firmness below her belly button. His index finger inched along her soft white skin to poke into the small, fleshy hole, lingering to probe the damp confines of her navel, which was remarkably deep and moist, in a thinly disguised preview of things to come. He released her hair allowing her head freedom of movement. Cecilia responded by slowly bending her knees to increase the distance between her thighs, simultaneously clearing the way to her sex and signaling her submission to his control. After a minute or so he withdrew his finger and moved southwards until he could feel the sheer material of the thong. It was wet, sopping wet. His hand glided further towards her folded tissue, gently brushing her pubic hair, which was soft and neatly trimmed around his destination until he could feel the round rigidity of her clit, which he rubbed along its flattened top. Cecilia bowed her legs even more and thrust her pelvis to meet Anthony’s hand, moaning into her gag. His thumb came to rest in the valley that separated her leg from her upper torso. He cupped his four fingers together to completely cover her pubis and then slid his middle finger through the slit in her drenched crotch-less undergarment and straight into her pussy.
Cecilia bucked and cried out in ecstatic pleasure. Anthony continued to finger his captive slowly, barely moving. The slick finger retracted and then extended again and again. Cecilia swayed back and forth, impaled. As he worked her towards climax, she shook her head from side to side. “No, not yet,” she cried. Anthony stopped his penetration and took a step back.
“Don’t move,” he commanded as he crossed the room to retrieve more pills and a hand full of additional lengths of rope. He also found a three foot length of black metal tube with eyehooks on each end and one in the middle. Placing everything on a nearby coffee table he returned to Cecilia who obediently had not moved from where she stood except to straighten her legs. He lifted her gag just enough so she could speak. I want you to take these pills, CC. One will ensure that you remain cooperative…”
“I will,” she interrupted as she nodded her head in the affirmative. “I won’t give you any trouble. Just don’t hurt me. I’ll do anything you want.” Cecilia pleaded as she clung to her character, knowing that this was what she had to do to keep the awful thoughts of what awaited when the role playing was done from coming back to the front of her mind.
“Good,” Anthony replied. “This other pill is to heighten your awareness. It has a mild aphrodisiacal effect, although it may not be necessary, from the looks of things. Open wide and take them both. Here’s some water.” Cecilia did as she was told and opened her mouth to receive the two pills. She followed with a long swallow of water and then whispered, “Please… please make it last. God, your touch makes me weak.” Then she resumed her role. “What are you going to do to me?”
“First,” he said, “I’m going to make sure that you are secure and then I am, well, I’m going to fuck you, lady. A body like yours demands nothing less.”
“No,” she said, this time with less emphasis. “Don’t.”
“Sorry if you don’t like it, but a man’s gotta do what a man’s gotta do,” was Anthony’s immediate reply. “Straighten up.” Cecilia brought her legs together and came to attention. Anthony untied her hands, never letting them go, and brought them around to the front where he re-tied them, attaching each wrist to the metal tube one at each end. Her arms were now secured once again. She welcomed the change of position. Anthony took hold of the bar at the center and started to move towards the door. “I’m going to take you out back to see what’s in that little shed. If you scream or try to get away you will regret it, so don’t even consider it… unless you like pain, that is.”
Cecilia hesitated, just for a moment, knowing that the warning was both real and pretend at the same time. She followed her captor, slipping back into character again. “What are you going to do to me? What’s out there?” Anthony remained silent and opened the side door, guiding his nearly naked captive steadily, but not roughly, through the portal. They moved towards the outbuilding, the same path that Susannah had taken in the video. Cecilia knew where she was going and what awaited her, but the drugs had begun to act; her fear was secondary to her desire. “You’re taking me in there to have your way with me aren’t you?” she asked. Again, Anthony did not answer. Instead, he reached for the handle on the door to the shed. He opened it and reached inside to flick on the light. Stopping only to turn the bar sideways so it would make it through the doorway, he tugged and Cecilia was finally inside. He closed the door behind him.
Once inside, he turned to Cecilia and spoke. “You’ve been very good up to now, lady, just a little farther to go.” He pulled his captive towards the center of the room and reached over his head to grasp a hook which was attached to a chain hoist, hanging from the rafter and then pulled the hook down to chest level. Hooking the center eye to the hoist, he stepped back and pushed a green button mounted near the light switch. The sound of rattling chains and an electric motor broke the silence. Cecilia’s arms began to rise over her head, stopping a couple of feet over her shoulders so that her arms were extended, but not uncomfortably so. “Now,” he said, “let’s see what you have to offer.”
He walked back to the beautiful blonde and examined his prize who was busy twisting from side to side, head down, pretending that she was trying to hide her nakedness from her captor’s gaze. Her white satin blouse still hung from her shoulders but was wide open, secured at the bottom only by two of its seven buttons. Her beautiful tits were hanging all the way out, nipples semi-erect. In her mid-twenties, Cecilia’s chest was at the height of its natural beauty, her bountiful tits hanging down spread slightly on either side of her breast bone. Cecilia’s nipples were dark, much darker than the surrounding skin. Tiny goose bumps radiated out from each nipple, getting progressively smaller until they merged with the soft, light colored skin of the body of each breast. Anthony reached out with both hands and seized the fleshy mounds from beneath, simultaneously lifting and squeezing so that the nipples stuck out and stiffened. “Magnificent,” he muttered as he brought his mouth over one of the nipples and began to suck rhythmically. At the same time he used his other hand to gently tweak its uncovered twin, pinching and rubbing. Cecilia stopped twisting and focused on the warm wet sensation. The drugs were working perfectly. She felt no pain at all, only desire and warmth, especially between her legs, where each sensation seemed to meet. She needed release and soon.
Anthony disengaged from her tits and reached behind, drawing a carefully folded length of rope from under his belt. He knelt down and tied it around one of her ankles and then stood up. Gently keeping the rope taut, he forced Cecilia’s leg to rise fully extended until he tied his end off on a hook. Cecilia looked like a ballerina in mid-flight. “It’s time, lady, time to give it up,” he said. She was in no position to resist whatever he had in mind, but she clung to the game and begged for mercy.
“Please, please let me go. I don’t want this,” she pleaded.
Anthony reached between her legs from behind and said, “I don’t think you’re being 100% truthful. Your pussy says otherwise.” Leaving his hand where it was, he used the other hand to unbuckle his jeans and in a few moments, his penis, fully erect, was in his hand.
“Please, don’t, for God’s sake, don’t do this,” Cecilia begged. “At least use a condom.”
Anthony chuckled. “Condom? Are you shitting me lady? I’m gonna ride you bareback and you know what? When I’m done I’m not pulling out. I’m going to fill you full. Condom?” he laughed. “Jesus Christ, you are something. I didn’t bring you out here so I could do you with a rubber.” He sidled up to Cecilia from behind and removed his hand from her sex, using her wetness to coat the head of his cock. He moved it between her legs, searching for the part that would give way to his insistent, but gentle pressure. He found the spot he was searching for and slowly pushed inwards feeling her moist labial tissue surround his penis, sliding down over his shaft, squeezing it with 360 degrees of pressure.
Cecilia’s mind focused like a laser beam on the sensation of being done from behind. Anthony’s penis was both good-sized and long. She knew from experience that he would push all the way to the base of his shaft, and she could feel his intent as he made sure that he wouldn’t slip out and that Cecilia was balanced correctly. Then he began pumping for real, holding Cecilia by the hips as he thrust his cock in and out. “Oh my God,” she exclaimed. “Ugh,” she blurted when he was fully inside her. He withdrew and then re-entered. “Ugh!’ she repeated, slightly lifting her balance leg and lowering herself as far as the intruding shaft would allow. Anthony picked up the pace and, after five minutes of furious pumping he felt Cecilia ready to climax. He further increased the pace trying to speed up his own climax to match hers. They came together in a shudder and Cecilia felt the warm spurt of cum flood her insides. A second squirt and then a third and a fourth quickly followed as his desire was drained. For her part, Cecilia screamed in ecstasy as her pussy contracted and squeezed her partner’s swollen penis. Then, she went limp, partially dropping down as her arms straightened under her weight. Anthony withdrew and just stood there, stroking himself, anxious to milk the last sensation.
Wordlessly, he walked over to the hook and untied the rope holding her leg in the air. Then her returned to the nearly naked woman hanging from the spreader bar and knelt. He refastened her ankles together. As he finished the final loop, he could see his essence draining from Cecilia’s blonde pussy, tiny rivulets of off-white wetness slowly meandering down the inside of her thigh. He reached up and unhooked the spreader bar from its hoist and then removed the ties from her wrists. He stepped forward, reached around with one strong arm and pulled Cecilia towards him, firmly, but with some tenderness. With the other arm he reached down and unfastened the final two buttons of her white satin blouse. Sliding the shear material from each milky white shoulder, he removed his present and then stepped back, slinging the soft satin garment over his shoulder. He then-re-tied Cecilia’s thin wrists in front of her and stepped back to admire his prize, naked except for the improvised blue cleave gag which rested on her otherwise bare shoulders. “Like I said earlier, Cecilia,” he said softly, “you have never looked more beautiful.”
Cecilia looked into Anthony’s eyes and spoke. “Anthony, that was amazing. Tell me that all this was some sort of elaborate sex game. Tell me that all that business with the snake and the woman was part of the plan to intensify this moment. Oh, my God, I’m so weak. I can barely stand.”
Anthony removed the white satin blouse and calmly tore it into strips. The sheer material tore easily and before long he had worked one strip under the soft rope fastening the two ends of the white satin loop with a simple square knot. He then looped the second strip through the first satin loop forming a second loop. Finally, Anthony tied another knot to finish and then drew the two loop system up in the air and attached it to the hook and hoist. “I’m afraid not, Cecilia,” he said with a disinterested, flat affect in his voice. “It’s time for you to fulfill your part of the bargain.” He walked over to the wall and activated the hoist, lifting the woozy blonde’s arms aloft, stopping only when they were fully extended. “I’ve done my part and I remind you that you have agreed to play your part for me. In a moment I’m going to leave through that door. You will hear me lock it from the outside and then in a few minutes the lights will come on. From the moment the lights come on you can assume that the cameras are running. I can open either one of two gates. Struggle, scream and put on a good show and I will release the snake and the end will be relatively swift. If you do not hold up your end, I will wait until the drugs have worn off and then release the Three Stooges. You’ll be screaming then I assure you. Believe me, Cecilia, you do not want to be consumed by pigs.”
Cecilia’s eyes welled-up, her hopes dashed to pieces. She knew that further pleading was useless and that her fate had been decided four months ago when she had let Anthony buy her a drink and chat her up during “Happy Hour” at her local bar. A kind of quiet resolution, aided by the drugs she had consumed earlier, came over her and she nodded her head to signify that she understood and would comply. Anthony left without a word, shutting and bolting the door behind him.
The darkness lasted only a few minutes. Suddenly the lights were on and Cecilia felt the hoist lift her from her feet. She fell into character and screamed. “Anthony, Anthony, please let me go! I’ll do anything! Please!” She bucked back and forth like a spastic switchblade, bending at the waist and thrashing about. Her massive breasts rose and fell in wild, random gyrations, beating themselves against her upper torso. “Please, Anthony!” she wailed. “Let me down! Don’t do this to me!”
Cecilia heard the sound of another hoist and knew that the giant snake was being released. Her back was to the snake pen so she could not see its steady approach and the dirt floor muffled any sound it might make. Even for a snake of such enormous size and strength, stealth was its preferred method of attack. Surprised victims gave the least amount of resistance. This time surprise was hardly necessary. Its meal was literally set out for it. One hundred thirty-five pounds of naked, thrashing human female was strung up not ten feet in front of its enormous head. It paused to study the beautiful woman as she continued to thrash about. Eventually her exertions just wore her out. First, her screams stopped. She was far too busy trying to draw in breath to use her lungs to shout out any longer. Besides, she knew that the only person who could hear her would not be coming to help her. He was the one who drew her here in the first place, expressly for the purpose of feeding her to the monster reptile.
Just then the snake struck from below, grabbing the helpless beauty’s bound legs taking them in from her toes up to her calves. Stunned, Cecilia let loose a blood-curdling scream as she rose into the air, not unlike the victim of a shark attack momentarily thrown out of the water by violence from below. This attack though resulted in neither shredding nor ripping of tender flesh, but merely served to secure the victim. Cecilia, dumbstruck with horror, continued to scream. The momentary defeat of gravity which her sudden rise had caused allowed her to move her arms, but the satin blouse remained fixed to the hook. The snake calmly and deliberately advanced as its peristaltic throat contractions drew its victim down into the enormous tube which was the entrance to thirty feet of digestive tract. First her knees and then her thighs entered the snake’s colossal mouth. Saliva, secreted by the throat glands of the enormous reptile, coated her entire lower torso to prevent injury to its own esophagus and facilitate the intake as the snake swallowed its meal. Cecilia could feel the combination of muscular pressure and lubrication.
The snake continued the process of engulfing the naked meal which Anthony had strung up for it. Another contraction brought her waist and lower abdomen into the mouth of the snake. She was now halfway to hell. The snake was now fully ten feet into the air, about at its limit of its ability to oppose gravity. Slowly, with Cecilia half-in and half out of its mouth the snake allowed itself to settle back towards the earthen floor below. Cecilia could feel the added weight in her shoulders as her arms stretched straight out and threatened to separate from their sockets. The satin blouse was no match for the combined weight pulling direct towards the center of the earth and ripped, simultaneously separating snake and victim from the hoist. Cecilia fell to the ground with a thud, face-down. The force of the fall drove her breasts into the dirt and blasted the air from her lungs. Her head hit the dirty floor an instant later, further stunning the hapless woman and filling her mouth with dusty dirt. Before she could further assess the damage, she was drawn still further into the snake. Her beautiful breasts were smeared with dirt and she could feel the rasping effect of the ground on the tender skin of her nipples, which no longer served as pleasure centers, but now sent waves of pain and discomfort into her already flooded neural pathways. She couldn’t decide what to do next, not that it mattered. She had no options. Her arms were stretched out and tied at the wrists; she was face down in the dirt; and she was up to her waist in the mouth of a woman-eating snake as big as an SUV.
Another jerk backwards and Cecilia’s breasts, her big, beautiful breasts, were drawn deep into the serpent’s mouth. Her broad shoulders were just wide enough to give the creature pause while it adjusted its orientation to its prey. The minute or so it took for the snake to adjust gave Cecilia time to order her thoughts, her last thoughts on this Earth. It was a difficult task considering the drugs in her system and the pain in her head, but, instead of picturing her childhood, or her parents, Cecilia pictured the last session with Anthony. Her mind drifted back to Anthony, her killer, screwing her while she hung helplessly from the spreader bar, one leg up in the air and balancing on her toes. Her loins moistened anew as she remembered the moment when she was filled with her lover’s cum and her body released again, making her shudder and shake her head back and forth. At that moment the snake’s jaw cleared her shoulders and with one final immense contraction, Cecelia shot backwards into the darkness. She passed out. Another series of shorter rhythmic contractions drew her arms and hands into the snake’s throat. With her airway blocked, she suffocated in a minute or so, her young life at an end. The snake coiled itself up to start the digestion process, just as it had for dozens of times before.
After five more minutes, Anthony, shut down the lights and took a shower. As he stepped out of the shower, toweling his hair, he reached for his cell phone which lay on the marble countertop of the nearby sink. He dialed a number, waited for two rings, and then spoke. “Hi, Marilyn, it’s me, Michael.” I’m going to be in the city this week and I was wondering if you’d like to meet me for dinner. Tuesday night? Wonderful. Pick you up around eight.”
