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Lockdown
The virus took the city by surprise it seemed. We knew about it of course but it seemed a long way away and not about us. But then all of a sudden it was upon us and we were caught unprepared. The city and the State was slow to react but when they did they imposed strict social distancing rules. Basically we were all confined to our homes unless we were essential workers, or buying food or seeking medical attention or out for local exercise. So I was stuck at home for the duration. Fortunately it did not trouble me too much. I had worked from home sometimes in the past so that was not a problem. I live alone so I was already used to being by myself. Alone in my semi detached brownstone in the Bronx.
My place shared a common wall with my neighbour, Stephan Lupinsky. I rarely saw him. Occasionally I would catch sight of him entering or leaving his front door but not every day. I didn’t know what he did for a living. I assumed he worked somewhere. He never wore a suit or any uniform so there were no clues from his clothing. I didn’t pry and I am not nosey by nature. I keep to myself and I am content for others to do the same. So I let Mr Lupinsky be. I would nod to him when I saw him or say hello and that was it.
The virus had cost me my main job waitressing at a local restaurant. That was a big change for me. It meant that I had a lot of time on my hands. Fortunately that was not my only source of income. I also did some writing in my spare time. I figured that now my writing could keep me occupied most of the time. I was working on a murder thriller. Set in my neigbourhood my story told the tale of a violent sex offender who stalked and raped his victims, killed and ate them. The sort of stuff that sold well on Smashwords or other online publications. It was going to have to be a living for me. It would have to pay the bills. I wrote more serious stuff as well but it was harder to find a market for serious novels or non fiction works. I had only ever had three books published commercially and had a low public profile. I craved fame and fortune secretly but told myself and others that I disdained it. We lie to ourselves just as much to others don’t we?
So I worked hard on my latest pulp fiction book, but after a few days I realised that I would need some additional project. I couldn’t go to my local cafe or bar. I couldn’t see my friends. I was living on uber eats. I tossed several ideas round in my head and finally decided that I would clean up my basement. Each place in the street of brownstones had one. Mine was a jumble of junk. I just used it to store stuff in. So there were boxes and crap everywhere down there. I went down there on the fourth morning of the lockdown: a cold rainy day, having given up the idea of a walk. I started moving boxes around, and it was nice and cozy by the furnace. I guess I pottered around down there for a couple of hours, then I took a break and made myself a coffee and took it back downstairs. I was sitting on a wooden packing crate when I heard the noise. A thump and then a scream. Then silence. A little later I though that I could hear voices. It was too indistinct to make out anything though. But I figured out that whatever it was, it was coming through the common wall, from Mr Lupinksy’s place. I put my ear to the brickwork and sure enough I could hear muffled voices; a male and a female. Then I heard what sounded like a slap and a female cry of pain; some shouting, some indeterminant noises, and then nothing. I figured that it must be coming from Mr Lupinsky’s basement, but what could it be? I had never seen anyone but Stephan go in or out of that place. As far as I could tell he lived alone. So it was a mystery. I love mysteries. Better still I love solving them. “That’s it!” I thought to myself. “This is the project to occupy me during the lockdown! Solve the mystery of the noises from the Lupinsky basement!"
I waited until late that night when I was confident that Mr Lupinsky would have gone to bed. Then I set to work with a screwdriver on a soft section of the mortar between the bricks in the common wall. I took it gently, just in case anyone was listening on the other side. After a couple of hours I was through my side of the double brick wall and slowly and carefully I worked my screwdriver through the mortar on Mr Lupinksy’s side. Two more hours and I felt the screwdriver pass through the other side and come up against something. Something wooden perhaps? A wardrobe maybe. I was dead tired and decided to leave it at that for the night and went to bed.
I woke late the next morning. I fixed myself some breakfast and took it down to the basement. As I was eating my toast and jam I heard a noise. A heavy door opened and closed. In a flash I realised that the sound was carrying through the hole that I had made in the brickwork. I fell silent and listened. There were heavy footfalls. I crept to the wall and put my ear to the hole. I could hear Stephan Lupinksy’s voice:
“Wake up slut!”
There was the sound of a slap.
A female voice cried out: “please don’t hit me anymore!”
I heard the sound of chains rattling against metal. The frame of bed? Maybe.
I heard the sound of tearing fabric. Lupinsky spoke again: “spread them slut! Its time for your morning rape!”
The female voice cried out and pleaded. There was another slap. Then silence for a moment.
Then I could hear Lupinsky grunting as he presumably began to rape the female. I could hear her sobs. I could hear chains rattling. Presumably Lupinksy had the female chained to a bed and was raping her on it. This was awful, but it was exciting. In fact it was just like something out of one of my stories! But this was real! This was really happening.
I heard Lupinksy climax. “I’ll be back later slut for more” he said as his footsteps moved away. Then he came back: "Your breakfast slut” he said matter of factly. He put something down and then left the basement. I heard the sound of the heavy door opening and closing. I guessed that Lupinsky had this place soundproofed as best he could. I heard the female sobbing softly and then the sound of her eating something.
My mind was racing. Lupinksy was a rapist, that was clear enough. He had some woman chained to a bed in his basement and he was using her as his sex toy. So what was I going to do about it? What the fuck was I going to do? Surely I had to tell the police, but would that put me at risk? And hell, there was some great material here for my book. Maybe I could let it go on a while longer, I thought. Maybe that would not be so wrong.
I spent as much time as I could in the basement listening for Lupinsky’s return. I was rewarded at around 5pm when I heard the sound of the heavy door opening and closing.
“Pleased to see me slut?” Lupinsky asked rhetorically and laughed. I heard him climb up onto the bed. The springs made a noise. I heard Luninsky unzip his fly.
“Suck me off you little whore!” he snarled. I heard choking noises as Stephan presumably was shoving his cock down the woman’s throat. Then I heard some slurping noises and a cry of pleasure as Luninsky shot his load. I imagined the sight of Stephan’s cock spurting semen down the woman’s throat. I touched myself. My hand was down my pants and I was masturbating. This was a real turn on for me! I didn’t let myself cum though. I was afraid of making a noise. I would bring myself off later in bed, as I thought about what I had heard.
Lupinksy gave the girl food and talked to her for a while. He told her that her parents were searching for her. There was a big manhunt. I realised then that the girl must be quite young. He gloated that they would never find her. He was too clever he boasted. “That’s what you get slut for walking down the alley alone”. He laughed. I realised that he must be referring to the alley in the middle of the block. I never walked down there. It didn’t feel safe. Finally Lupinsky got hard again and instructed the girl to roll onto her stomach. I heard the chains rattle. He told her to lift her ass and she seemed to comply. I could not tell whether he was raping her doggy style or taking her ass, but she made only feeble complaints so I guessed that he was raping her cunt doggy style. He came again and rested for a moment. “Good girl Rachel. I will see you in the morning” he said quietly. He got off the bed and I heard the sound of the door opening and closing.
Then it hit me: Rachel Obermyer! The teen schoolgirl who had disappeared ten days ago! It was her. Lupinsky had a young teen girl chained up in his basement and he was raping the child repeatedly. I was stunned. What was I to do? What the fuck was I going to do? Surely I could not let this continue? Surely not? But then…..well, maybe for a little while? I went to bed and masturbated myself to a shuddering orgasm as I thought about what I had heard. I would sleep on my decision.
My mind was clearer the next morning. I knew that I needed to make contact with Rachel and offer her my support and possibly a means of escape. As one female to another I knew that I could not live with myself if I did nothing, especially where the victim was a girl of tender years. On the other hand I got off on the fantasy of rape and my stories that I wrote found a ready audience of people who shared the same fantasy. That was a powerful factor that I could not deny.
I waited until I saw Stephan leave his house, then I hurried downstairs and put my face to the tiny hole that I had created. All was silent on the other side. I called out: “Rachel!” There was no response. I tried again: “Rachel! Are you there Rachel?”
There was a clanking of chains and then she responded in a weak voice: “whose there? Who is that?”
“Rachel, my name is Amanda. I live next door. I heard what Stephan Lupinsky had been doing down here. I want to help you.”
Suddenly there was the sound of hope in the teen’s voice: “really? Truly? Oh my God thank you Amanda thank you!”
“Rachel, listen to me. I am going to find a way to get you out of there, but you have to trust me OK?”
“OK, yes, just tell me what to do Amanda.”
“Rachel, I am going to figure out a way to get inside Lupinsky’s place and to release you, OK? But for now you are going to have to play along with his demands. Do you understand?”
“No, I don’t understand. Why don’t you just call the police?”
This was a fair question, but I had a ready answer to it.
“Rachel, Lupinsky is a psychopath. He will kill you at the drop of a hat. You need to make him think you are complying with his demands. He has a good reputation in this community and the cops may not believe me. If he gets wind of any police enquiry he will kill you I am sure. I need to think of my own safety also Rachel. He will try to kill me if he finds out I dobbed him in to the cops, I am sure of that. You need to trust me on this Rachel. I will get you out of there but it is going to take a little time. I need to have your trust on this Rachel. Don’t do anything stupid Rachel. Do you agree to do exactly what I say, OK?”
“Yes Amanda I promise. Just get me out of here please.”
“I will Rachel I promise I will. Now, there is something wooden against the wall here. What is it?”
“Its a big wardrobe. An old fashioned one. Lupinsy keeps clothes in it that he makes me wear sometimes. Slutty stuff.”
“OK, can you shift it. Can you reach it?”
Rachel tried stretching out a leg but she was chained up and could not reach it.
“That is OK” I consoled her. “I don’t actually need to see anything and it is probably best if Lupinsky doesn’t see the hole that I have made. But you can hear me and I can hear you. That is the important thing. So Rachel, put your trust in me and you will be OK. I will have you out of there as quickly as I can. But you have to promise me that you will do whatever Lupinsky tells you, do you understand? You need to make him think that you are playing along with him. Get it?”
“Yes Amanda, I get it. I promise.”
This is what I needed to hear. I would of course keep my promise to gain Rachel’s release, but in the meantime I could gather material for my book that I was writing. I went to find my digital sound recorder and cable microphone. I set the recorder up on a wooden packing crate and found an extension chord to supply power to it. Then I ran a fine cable with the mic attached to the hole in the wall and slipped it in. So now I was all set up to record everything that happened in Lupinsky’s basement.
My audio set up meant that I didn't need to be in the basement the whole time to hear what happened, and what happened was pure gold, as I found out when I listened to that day's recording later that night. When Lupinsky got home Rachel played up to him, pretending that she was pleased to see him. She told him that his constant fucking had really turned her on and she wanted him to fuck her more and harder. She told him that she wanted to be his slut. She offered to dress up as a hooker if Lupinsky would let her. He thought on this for a few moments, then told her that she was a good girl, and that he was pleased with her. He unlocked the chains that bound Rachel to the bed and told her to get up. Then he searched through the wardrobe to find a particularly slutty outfit for Rachel to wear. She put it on willingly and posed for Lupinsky, talking dirty to him and getting him horny. It worked a treat. Rachel told Lupinsky that she was eighteen (no doubt a lie) and that she wanted him to force her onto the bed, strip her and fuck her hard and fast. Lupinsky was really horny now and did just that. He flung Rachel down onto the bed. I could clearly hear the springs of the bed complain and the sound of tearing cloth. He was on top of Rachel, forcing himself into her. She continued to play up to him and urged him on, telling him to fuck her as hard as he could. Lupinsky went for it. I could hear his heavy breathing and the sound of the springs of the bed told me that his force and tempo were both running on high octane!
This was perfect material for my book I thought to myself as I lay in bed masturbating and listening to the recording. My victim would develop Stockholm Syndrome, as a result of constant and brutal rape. She would learn to love her captor and look forward to each rape before it happened. She would learn to orgasm in real pleasure as she is being raped. And she would escape death because of her change of mind and outlook. She would become the partner and lover of her rapist. Nothing like a happy ending to please the readers I thought!
Now that I had secured Rachel's release from the chains on her bed I could now plan her escape from confinement in Lupinsky's basement, and so keep my promise to her. I began to observe Lupinsky closely as he came and went from his side of the terrace. I noted that he had a set of keys, which he dropped down the mouth of a ceramic monkey, behind a pot plant next to his front door. There were several keys on a key ring. One was for his front door but I could not tell whether one was for his interior door to his basement.
I made an excuse to go visit him. He was not keen to let me inside his place but I eventually talked him into letting me inside to borrow some coffee. As he fetched a jar of instant coffee I pretended to admire the austere furnishings in his place.
"You've done a great job in here Stephan" I lied.
He grunted as he returned with the coffee.
"Hey" I offered, "I have been thinking of clearing up my basement and redecorating it. I was wondering what you have done with yours...?"
He looked alarmed, and told me that the basements of these places were unhealthy with rising damp, and I should keep well out of it. As he spoke he glanced at the heavy steel door set into the wall, near the stairs that wound upstairs to his bedroom. I could see a keyhole in the door. I could also see three keys on the key ring which lay on the hall table just inside his front door. So it was one of those. It would be a simple matter to take the keys from the monkey out front while he was out and get inside, unlock the steel door to the basement and release Rachel. Almost too simple.
But then what? Rachel would go straight to the police. They would be round here in a flash, find the basement, put two and two together and Stephan would be arrested. No more material for my book and no more sound effects for me to masturbate to. This posed a moral delimma for me. Should I keep my promise to Rachel or should I tell Stephan what I knew. That would probably lead to her death, and maybe mine as well. "Fuck" I thought, "this is hard."
After a moment's hesitation, I put my hand on Stephan's shoulder, thanking him for the coffee, leant forward and gave him a light peck on the cheek with my lips, lingering just a little. Then I put my lips to his ear and whispered: "If you would like to come over for some dinner and watch a DVD at my place that would please me. I know it breaches the social distancing rules Stephan, but you know what? I like breaking rules." He looked at me hard for a second and then nodded: "Yeah OK, why not. How about tonight?" I smiled: "tonight would be perfect Stephan. See you at seven."
My mind was racing. I was formulating a plan; a plan that would allow me to keep my promise to Rachel and also keep us both alive, and protect Stephan as well. It would not be easy or simple but I could see a narrow pathway to an outcome that was the best all around.
Stephan arrived at my door right on 7pm. I had been listening in the basement as he fed Rachel and put her to bed with only a light molestation of her teen cunt. I cooked steak and the wine went well with it. A zinfandel from the Napa Valley. We chatted and I told Stephan about my writing and how it was sustaining me during the lockdown. He asked to see some of my work and I promised to email some to him. Stephan told me that he worked in home security installations. He winked as he told me that his job gave him ready access to some up market homes should he want to. I wondered whether he really did rob people's houses. He was not conspicuously wealthy. My guess was that he thought about it but didn't act on it, or at least not yet.
After the dinner things were cleared away, I put on a DVD and invited Stephan to watch it will me. I had chosen carefully. It was a sexploitation porno thriller about a guy who abducts young teen girls and rapes them in his basement. It was really graphic and I could tell that Stephan was getting turned on. He stared fixedly at the screen and there was a big bulge in his pants. "You get off on this shit?" he asked suddenly. "Yes I do" I replied mildly. "And it provides inspiration for my stories. My readers seem to get off on it as well as I have a ready market." Stephan looked hard at me: "what about real live rape?" he asked. "You get off on that as well?"
"Try me Stephan," I responded. "Why don't you try me?"
Stephan's response was to lunge at me across the couch and to drag me to the floor. He lay on top of me and pulled down his pants. I could feel his cock throbbing in my crotch. He hitched up my skirt and put a hand on my panties. "Just pull them to one side" I said steadily. He did so and fumbled to get his cock inside me with his other hand. "You might need to force it in Stephan" I said helpfully. Stephan responded by lunging forward and ramming his cock in me with all his force. I sighed in pleasure as I felt him fill me. I spread my legs and stretched my arms above my head, opening myself up to him as much as I could. He fucked me wildly, like a beast. It was fantastic. When I felt him spurt his cum inside me I orgasmed as well and bucked my hips back up against him. "Stephan that was awesome!" I enthused.
Stephan spent that night with me. As we lay naked in my bed he rubbed my clit and told me some really dark rape stories involving under age girls with gang rape and even snuff. I put no limits on his talk and came multiple times, my hips bucking against his fingers as he whispered his dark fantasies into my ear.
When we were both spent and he was quiet and still I turned on put my arm around him: "Stephan, I need to tell you something."
"What?"
"I know about Rachel Obermyer"
He stiffened. "What? How? What the fuck!"
I shushed him and told him how I had overheard him in the basement raping Rachel.
He lay stiff and still. "So what are you going to do?"
"You need to trust me Stephan. I would not be telling you this if I was not on your side. Sooner or later you are going to get caught and you will end up spending the rest of your life in jail. I want to save you from that. I think I know how, if you will trust me."
Stephan was silent for some moments as he pondered this. "Why should I trust you?"
"Because I love rape as much as you do."
"Fair enough I guess. OK so what do you want me to do?"
"Just continue as you have been doing, but be ready to take a call from me on your cell phone. I will give you the number. Expect a call when you are out tomorrow. And if you find the cops at your place, let me do the talking."
Sleep came remarkably easy after that, at least for me. I could see how this was all going to play out and I was content.
.............
I made my move the next afternoon when I saw Stephan go out after giving Rachel her morning rape in the basement. It had been a little later than usual as I had kept him busy for a while in my bedroom! Just as soon as Stephan was out of sight I went next door and emptied the keys out of the ceramic monkey. I tried the first key in the lock of the front door and it fitted. In a flash I was inside and I tried a second key in the heavy metal door leading to the basement. It didn't fit but the third one did. I hauled the door open and stepped down into the gloom of the basement. What I saw down there took my breath away. Huge poster images of young teens being raped lined the walls. A huge old wardrobe filled most of the far wall. Tacked onto the front of the wardrobe was a blown up image of Rachel sucking a cock. Whose cock it was impossible to say but I assumed it was Stephan's. I leaned my weight against the wardrobe but it was super heavy. No wonder Rachel couldn't move it. Rachel herself sat naked on her bed near the wardrobe. She gave a start when she saw me but once I spoke she knew who I was and rushed into my arms: "oh Amanda, you have come to save me thank you thank you!" she blurted out. I comforted her, noting that she was no longer chained. I checked to make sure that there were no marks on her body. It was important that there should be no signn of physical injury on her body. There were none. My admonition to Rachel to cooperate with Stephan had proved effective.
Together we found some clothes for Rachel to wear and I bid her gone as quickly as possible. All of the clothes in the wardrobe were super slutty, but that suited my purpose.
When dressed Rachel looked like a street walker. I told her to run as fast as she could as I ushered her out the front door. There was no doubt where she would go: to the police. It was time to get to work. There was no time to waste.
I searched round the basement and was satisfied when I found a can of fuel oil. The old fashioned furnaces in these places still ran on oil. I emptied the contents of the can all around the basement and struck a match. In seconds the place was aflame. I quickly unpinned the poster of Rachel sucking cock and retreated up the stairs. I decided to leave the heavy basement door open. The fire would spread to the whole of Lupinksy's place but that was a part of my plan. It would destroy any incriminating evidence you see.
I slipped out the front door of Lupinsky's place and left it wide open. Then I went back into my place. I waited five minutes for the fire to take a good hold and then called the fire brigade. By the time they arrived the fire was through the ground level timber floor and well into the upstairs areas including the ceiling. The flames were licking at the front door of the place. The basement would be completely gutted. I counted on the strong double brick walls to protect my place but I retreated into the street nonetheless where a big crowd was gathering. The firemen got to work. I called Stephan with chaos all around me. "You better come home" I told him. Your girlfriend Rachel set your place on fire. Now remember Stephan, she is your girlfriend. You had an argument before you left home. You don't know anything else, OK?"
He sounded distraught: "Jesus Christ OK I am on my way". That was exactly how I wanted him to be: distraught and uncomprehending; an innocent victim of a spiteful act.
The firemen gradually got the blaze under control. The interior of Stephan's place was wholly gutted but the structure remained sound and my place was spared any damage. I went up to the fire chief and identified myself: "I called you" I told him.
"So do you know what happened here?"
"The owner Stephan Lupinksky is my neighbour. At around 3 I saw his girlfriend running out of the front door. I tried to stop her but she pushed me away and told me to fuck off. I think she lit the fire. She and Stephan had a huge argument this morning before he went to work. She is a useless slut, a real bitch and she was making threats against Stephan unless he gave her money. I could hear the argument from my place." The fire chief nodded and made notes in his notebook.
The cops arrived shortly afterwards. Two cops in a squad car. They came up to where I was speaking to the fire chief.
"What the hell happened here?"
"Looks like arson. A domestic dispute" said the fire chief.
"Is this Stephan Lupinsky's residence?" asked one of the cops.
"Yes he is my neighbour" I responded.
"We have a complaint against him that we need to speak to him about"
"I have called him" I replied, "but if its anything to do with that lying little slut Rachel Obermyer, You can forget about it. The little slut started this fire in revenge when Stephan refused to give her money. I can give you a full statement if that would help?"
The cops nodded and so I gave them a long statement, in which I explained how Stephan had rescued Rachel from the street and taken her in. They had formed a relationship of sorts but it was volatile. I either heard them fucking or arguing. I was going to make a complaint about the noise so I secretly recorded some of their wild sex romps which had disturbed me. The cops' eyes widened as they heard this. "Can you supply the recording?" "You bet" I responded. "She has made a complaint of abduction, deprivation of liberty and multiple counts of rape" said one of the cops. I laughed. "That is complete bullshit. They had a lot of noisy sex but it was entirely sonsensual. One of the cops shook his head. "Statutory rape" he said simply. The girl is only 15. I looked shocked. "But she told me she was 18, and she told Stephan that too. She sure looked like an adult". The cops pondered this. "You're the neighbour right?"
"Yes that is correct"
"Name of Amanda MacDonald?"
"Correct"
"Ms Obermyer told us that you are a wonderful, honest person who rescued her, and that you would corroborate her story".
I smiled sweetly: "Well officers, she is right about one thing. I am an honest person, but what she has told you is a pack of lies. The real victim here is Stephan Lupinsky. And speak of the devil, here he comes now!" Stephan had just arrived, staring blankly at the ruins of his home. He was clearly in shock. The cops interviewed him but he could tell them very little. I stayed close, giving Stephan discreet visual cues. He admitted knowing Rachel and that they lived together. He admitted that they had argued . He said that he did not want to say anything bad about her as she was his friend. The cops asked him how old she was: "Eighteen" said Stephan without hesitation.
The cops finished taking their notes and then left after I handed over my recording, telling Stephan and me that they would be back in touch in a day or so. One of the cops shook my hand and thanked me: "You have been a big help on this thank you ma'am. I'll tell you one thing. I believe you more than her. She looks like a real slut. I don't trust her." I nodded gravely and ushered the ashen faced Stephan into my place, shutting the door behind us.
I told Stephan that Rachel had set the fire in his basement as an act of revenge. I said I had rescued her from the burning basement using his keys and allowed her to flee the building, explaining that a body in the basement would have been a really bad thing. He got that and was grateful for my intervention. I explained in more detail the story that I had given the firemen and the police and impressed on Stephan the importance of getting his story consistent with mine. That turned out to be important as we were both called in for further questioning by the cops the next day. We were interviewed separately and then together but there were no loose ends and no inconsistencies for us to grapple with. A week later the police told us that they were closing the case. My digital sound recording of Stephan and Rachel having what appeared to be consensual sex and she assuring Stephan she was 18 was critical evidence against her. On my urging Stephan declined to press charges for the arson. He explained to the cops that he just wanted to put this disastrous relationship behind him. He was insured and made a successful claim on his insurance. They paid out over $1 million for the repairs to his apartment. Turned out the policy covered malicious damage, which was of course what it was. We put a new door through from the basement of my apartment to Stephan's basement, and fixed them both up for future abductions and rapes. This time however there would be no risks like with Rachel. The new high intensity gas furnace Stephan put in would take care of that.
So what became of Rachel? The insurance company sued her parents for its payout on the insurance policy using subrogated rights. The insurer won and the Obermyers were bankrupted. Her father shot himself and her mother died of a heart attack. Rachel was forced out onto the streets to ply the sex trade. Stephan and I joke that we might hire her one day. We still have the poster of her sucking Stephan's cock. I used it for the cover of my book, which became a best seller online and made me a lot more money that I could have made waitressing.
Stephan and I live together now. We have great sex. We share rape fantasies and he inspires some of my darker stories. I know he wants to go hunting for a new teen girl to abduct, torture and rape. Now that we have twin torture chambers in our two basements and a high intensity furnace to consume any evidence I guess I should let him. But then I am a very accommodating woman.
The end
