Chapter 19
James checked the Club’s website a couple times on Sunday, mostly to explore what was there and to check for any progress on Morgana’s cam channel. Even though James was a new member, he still had higher access levels than Tommy. He knew that dozens of women were featured on the live cam feed section, and that none of them had a clue that their most intimate moments were being streamed live to a dark website for a club of local rapists. James didn’t ask too many questions, but noticed that several of the feeds were from rooms with identical mechanical layouts. The professional builder in him told him that these were apartments in either the same building or identical buildings. Considering that almost all of them featured groups of college-aged women, and that his new buddy Sam Mapleton ran Maple Gardens Management, the largest landlord in Collegetown, and that Steve Wilcox had control over a lot of the IT aspects of Red Briar Security in Harbor City, he put two and two together very quickly. Sam and Steve had an entire building full of co-eds to exploit.
He checked his personal messages on the Club. He had a couple from his new friend about Stephanie Connors. Turns out that this Friday coming up, Stephanie’s kids will be out of the house and her husband will be on a trip starting Thursday and won’t be back for 10 days. Her oldest was at college, the middle was on a hockey trip, and she would drop off the youngest for his sleepover between 7 and 8PM. As soon as she had the house to herself after 9PM, she would crack open a bottle of her favorite wine and drink. He would provide James the alarm code, a copy of the key, and her address early if he was willing to drug her first. He would even hook him up with the roofies if needed. James was intrigued. He wasn’t above violence, but this would make things much easier. He agreed. He still needed an address to send the information to, so he decided to use one of his P.O. Boxes he’d set up for one of the construction projects he ran a few years ago. It was a corporate box that was rented under a former co-worker’s name. The co-worker was dead, but the auto-renewal was set up on a corporate card. James’s name was nowhere near the box. He gave his new friend that address.
James checked his doorbell cam and looked at the footage for the last month. His doorbell not only picked up every time someone came to his door, but also his neighbor’s townhouse as well. He could see Debbie’s pathway clear as day, except for one blindspot if someone approached the front door along the house instead of the pathways. He went back 90 days and made a spreadsheet of when her and her husband worked. She was a flight attendant working on a 5 on, 4 off schedule while her pilot husband was 4 on, 3 off. Every two months or so, their schedules would repeat, and they didn’t get holidays or weekends off. Instead, they made a crapload of overtime and double pay. Looking through the schedule, they started their cycles on a Monday and they were three weeks into it. According to his spreadsheet, her husband, Harry, would be home today, but neither would be there on Monday or Tuesday. Debbie would arrive on Wednesday and be alone both Wednesday and Thursday. Harry would be home Friday. That meant that Debbie would be alone this week and would be ripe for the picking. He confirmed this with some idle chit-chat with Harry when he went out to make a copy of their key, which worked on both the front and back door. He also confirmed that they didn’t have a smart doorbell or any other cameras, either, but his door did. He wrote a note saying if he came in through the front door, wear a disguise. Debbie usually comes home from her work trips around noon, but that could change by an hour or two either way. There were no cameras on the back of the townhomes. A quick trip to Home Depot then to the post office and everything was under way.
He checked his phone, and there were some messages in the group chat. Morgana had an idea about asking if everyone was free for dinner at their place on Friday. James agreed, said he thought it was a lovely idea and asked if they wanted him to bring anything. He did say that he would have to leave early, be out sometime before 9. As much as he’d like to stay late and take advantage of Morgana, he had other plans that night. Morgana asked if it was anything special. James said he might have a date that night, wouldn’t know until later. A little back and forth and he described the schoolteacher Stephanie, saying it was a blind date and didn’t have her name yet, just that they were talking on a dating site. James learned long ago to always put a little truth in a lie. It made the lie easier to swallow. In a matter of fashion, it was a blind date. So blind she wouldn’t know it was happening.
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The next couple days were business as usual at the construction site. James felt some guilt about what he was going to put Debbie through, but every time he’d feel bad about her impending attack, he’d remind himself of all of the years of having to watch their stupid fookin’ cat and the arguments they’d get into over noise complaints. It wasn’t his fault that they worked crazy schedules and the walls were paper thin, or the times their friends would park in his parking pad.
When he arrived home Wednesday night, he saw Debbie’s Toyota 4Runner in her parking space. She was home. He figured any time now, and it’ll happen. He just needed to ignore the noise if he heard anything, and mind his own business.
Before he could even put his stuff down, there was a knock at the door. His phone notified him that someone was there. It was Debbie. He went to the door and answered it, putting on his best straight face. He opened the door. She wore a pair of sweatpants, a baggy sweatshirt, and Crocs. Her hair was a mess and her eyes were red and puffy. One look at her told James that she’s had a miserable day.
“Hey.” He said, taking a quick look at her as she kept her arms in close to her body.
“Hey, um, can you do me a favor?” Debbie asked, her voice hoarse.
“What’s going on?” James had a feeling, but tried not to show any hints. He waited for her to speak.
“You have that video doorbell thing, right?” He nodded, she continued. “Any chance you could look at today’s video, see if you could see anyone coming over today?” James knew then and there the attack already happened, but was ready with a retort.
“Lookin’ for a porch pirate?” James said. Debbie looked at him quizzically, then he continued. “Ya know, those fookin’ wankers that see a FedEx package on yer doorstep and steal’em. It’s why I got the little fooker in the first place.” She nodded, then spoke.
“Yeah, porch pirate. Could you see if someone came here before noon, please?” She was lying to him, and wasn’t doing a good job at it, but he played along.
“Sure, I’ll let ya know if I find anything. You want a drink’er something?” He asked, almost kicking himself for being too nice. He rarely invited her or her husband over, but he figured he could play the nice neighbor for a bit.
“No, no thanks. If you see anything, just text me.” Debbie said, slowly stepping back from James’s doorway. She was strung out and on edge, the last thing she needed was to drink with James. She knew if she did, she’d tell him everything that happened. She hadn’t even told her husband yet. Hell, she hadn’t decided if she’d tell Harry. “Thanks James.” She said as she walked back over to her townhouse. James closed the door.
He made his way to his office on the second floor in a matter of moments. He checked the video feed from his Ring doorbell. He started with a little after 6AM when he left for work, it was still dark outside, damnedable daylight savings. He fast forwarded. Nothing for the next hour and a half until he saw a couple neighbors across the way going to work, a couple people walking their dogs, and a door knocker selling home security systems. Oh, the irony.
At 10:03AM, a man of average height and weight dressed like one of the HOA yard crew came around spraying for weeds. He wore a backpack that looked like it was one of those chemical tanks. His features were hidden, but he looked like a clean-shaven white man. That alone surprised him as most of the greens crew for the HOA were Hispanic. Also, the man sucked at spraying the weeds. He wasn’t spraying them to kill them, more like water them. When the gardener left and sprayed the rest of the weeds, he had a feeling that something was up. His suspicions were confirmed a few minutes later when the man slipped into view for a brief second at Debbie’s front door when he approached via the blindspot James told his new friend about. A moment later, the gardener was gone.
Nothing much happened for the next hour on the video feed. Another neighbor walking a dog, a UPS driver dropping off something across the street, then Debbie came home. James checked the rest of the feed until he came home. No one arrived or left Debbie’s house until he came home.
James checked his patio camera. He never told Debbie about it. Hell, he never told anyone about it. Especially since it was hidden and had a perfect view of Debbie and Harry’s hot tub. He checked the footage. Shortly after 10AM, the gardener was in the backyard spraying weeds, or at least pretending to spray weeds, in his and Debbie’s backyards when he stopped to see that the coast was clear and no one was watching. He dropped his tank by the door and walked away. A couple minutes later, the basement door opened and the gardener emerged from the basement, grabbing his tank and bringing it inside. There was no action on the rear camera until after 2PM when the gardener left, carrying the tank with him on his back.
He was glad that she didn’t know about this video feed, just the doorbell one. He was also glad that the secret backyard camera was in his own home and didn’t have anything to do with the cloud like the Ring doorbell did. He controlled the video feed and storage, not some twat from Silicon Valley.
James grabbed his phone and texted Debbie. “Just looked through the doorbell cam. Carol walked her little poodle, neighbors went to work, one of the gardeners sprayed for weeds, and Sheila or whatever her name is walked her lab. At least she cleaned up the shit this time. Sorry, no porch pirates.”
He waited for her to respond. It didn’t take long. “Thx. Sorry for bothering you. Have a good night.”
“You too. If something didn’t get delivered, file a complaint with them. Bogan probably delivered it to the wrong house again.” He played up the package line. He knew there was no way she wanted to tell him what actually happened. She replied with a simple “Thx” and that was that.
James connected the VPN as soon as he was done screwing around with the cameras and logged in to the Club. He saw a personal message from his new nameless friend and a link.
“Had a great time with Debbie today. The videos are attached. Enjoy.”
He made sure that his speakers were disconnected and that his headphones were plugged in. He’d have to wait until later this week when she left to truly enjoy the video in peace and quiet, but he downloaded what was attached and pressed the play button.
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Debbie Nelson was exhausted. Another long week of work, doing the loop. Harbor City to Atlanta, then Atlanta to Los Angeles, 3 days of back and forths from LA to Las Vegas, then back to Atlanta and back to Harbor City. Another 5 days with over 60 hours of work. All she wanted to do when she got home was shower, grab a bite to eat, and flop into bed for the rest of the day.
She couldn’t wait until June, when she would move to the route that her husband was on. New York to London and back twice over 4 days, then 3 days off. This current schedule worked fine, but she barely saw Harry. Sometimes their schedules overlapped, but other times they could go a couple weeks without seeing each other. Like today. They were on Day 13 of a two-week stretch where they weren’t in the same time zone, let alone the same house. On Friday they’d be together for 2 days, then another 5 without seeing each other. She and Harry had put in for the same trips and were approved, but couldn’t start the new rotation until June. She couldn’t wait for June.
She pulled into her parking space for her townhome a few minutes after noon. She parked her Toyota 4Runner then grabbed her purse from the front seat and her carry-on from the back of the SUV. After more than a decade on the job, she was well versed in living out of a suitcase. She locked her vehicle and walked to her front door. A quick moment with her key and she was inside. One quick shove behind her, and her front door was closed.
On instinct, she turned to disarm her security system, but it was already off.
“Dammit.” Debbie muttered under her breath. Someone forgot to arm the alarm. It could’ve been Harry when he left two days ago, or it could’ve been any of her neighbors checking on the cat. Speaking of the cat…
“Chester? Where are you, Chester?” Many years of owning a cat and she still thinks he’ll come when called. She took a quick look around the living room and dining room. No Chester.
“Here, kitty.” Debbie dropped her purse on the sofa and left her carry-on by the door. She slipped off her heels as she walked upstairs. A quick scan of the upstairs rooms told her that her home office door was closed but the other two rooms and main bathroom were open. She looked in the gym/cat room first. There he was, sitting in the windowsill as usual.
“Who’s a good kitty? You are.” Debbie pet her orange tabby cat for a minute before checking that the cat still had food and water in his dish. She topped off his dish with some dry food and filled his dish from the sink in the main bathroom. After petting her cat for a few more minutes, it was time for a shower.
Debbie opened the door to her bedroom. She was home, safe and sound.
That’s when she caught movement out of the corner of her eye. Then she felt the hand over her face and pain in her side. Horrible, intolerable pain.
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Two video files downloaded. They were called ‘Fun With Debbie 1’ and ‘Fun With Debbie 2’. James clicked on the first video.
The first video started with what looked like a positioning test. It was placed on a flat surface, then picked up, jostled again, then wrapped around something higher up on the wall. A little bit of tweaking and it had a clear view of the foot of Debbie and Harry’s king-sized bed. A moment later and a man walked in front of the camera, carrying a second camera. The man wore a black ski mask, a black t-shirt, and jeans. James looked closely, it was the gardener from earlier. At least, he had the same build and body size as the gardener. The man played around with the second camera, making sure it was pointing at the bed. After the camera was set, he spent a moment fiddling about with something on the headboard. It looked like rope, or chain, or some kind of restraint. A closer look showed that it was a pair of handcuffs with a really long chain. He threw a pillow over them to cover the cuffs up.
There was a cut in the action. The man was now in the corner of the field of view, behind a closed door, near the doorway to the Master Bathroom. His left hand held a rag or bandana or handkerchief of some kind while his right hand held a stun gun. In the distance, the camera picked up Debbie’s voice, calling for her cat. Minutes passed before anything happened, the man waiting in the ready the whole time.
The door opened and Debbie walked in. She was good looking as always, but somehow always looked better in her uniform. Her long, black hair fell loose to her shoulders. Red lipstick made her lips stand out while the rest of her makeup highlighted her high cheekbones and light Asian skin. Her white blouse was tight, buttoned up almost most of the way, leaving the top two buttons undone, showing more than a hint of cleavage. Her navy miniskirt hugged her hips and ass, stopping just above her knees. Tan colored stockings covered her legs, making them appear a little more defined.
Debbie entered her bedroom and made it a couple steps. She was looking toward the bed and nightstand when she stopped. That’s when the man jumped to action. With two quick steps, he lunged forward and grabbed Debbie’s face with his left hand and jammed the stun gun into her right flank, on the side of her stomach. Just as she screamed in panic, a terrible buzzing sounded and Debbie screeched in pain, the man zapping her with the stun gun. She collapsed to the ground, the man holding the trigger down the whole time until she was on the ground. Once she was on the ground, he shoved the rest of the gag into her mouth and tied it behind her head. She lay limp on the floor, convulsing from the recent pain. He grabbed her by the hair and pulled her to her feet with his left hand, right hand holding the stun gun. She wobbled to her feet as he dragged her to her own bed.
Her mind must’ve realized what was about to happen. She tried to move away, but her movements were awkward, like walking on numb feet. The man saw this, and hit her with the stun gun again, this time in the stomach. It was a short burst, but enough to get her to double over by the bed. He threw her on the bed, keeping a hold of her hair the whole time. She landed on her back, and he climbed on top of her. He reached for the cuffs buried under the pillow and her right arm. She tried to struggle, so he zapped her again and again and again. Debbie shrieked through her gag each time, feeling the pain as the electricity show through her body. He grabbed her right arm and cuffed it, then did the same with her left arm. Before he stood, he zapped her two more times, quickly for good measure.
He went back to the bedroom door and closed it. James wasn’t sure why until he remembered about that stupid cat. The man locked the door for good measure before stripping, taking off his t-shirt, then jeans, underwear, and socks. He did this in full view of Debbie, who was sobbing uncontrollably at this point. She knew what was going to happen.
The man returned to her view, still holding the stun gun and another implement. He climbed on top of her on the bed, putting the stun gun down right next to her head, to remind her what would happen if she didn’t behave. He showed what was in his other hand – a folding knife. The man opened the knife, letting the light in the room show her what he held. She shook violently, panicking as he played with the blade for a moment. She squealed into her gag as he brought the blade close.
“Shhh.” He shushed her as he took the blade and sliced off her blouse buttons, one at a time. Each time he did, he opened her shirt further, exposing her white bra and full breasts. Another button, then another. Finally, all the buttons were cut and he pulled the blouse free. He took the knife, and carefully sliced her bra straps by her shoulders then between her cups. Slowly, he stroked her stomach and sides before ending on her breasts. He bent down and licked her nipples, brown and the size of a silver dollar. She cried and pleaded through her gag, but he kept on playing with her tits. Squeezing, licking, biting, sucking them.
He leaned up after a minute and slid down her body, knife in hand. He paused, figuring out the best way to unwrap his new toy. Part of him wanted to take his sweet time, but his cock was aching hard, and he wanted her here and now. He scooched further down her body, sitting on her legs. Using a knee, he forced himself between her legs. She shook, afraid of angering him as he held the blade. After pushing her legs apart as far as they’d go, he took the knife and sliced the taut fabric from the bottom of her skirt up. She held her breath as the blade inched closer and closer to her body. Before long, her navy skirt was sliced in half the whole way up to her waistline. This exposed her stockings, which covered her white panites.
The man leaned forward and sniffed her crotch. It smelled like sweat and fear. He smiled, then grabbed the gusset and ripped it open. A couple more tears and he had access to her panty covered pussy. He slid the knife along the front of the panties from the left leghole and carefully sliced up to the elastic waistband. Debbie held her breath as he did so, afraid of this monster hurting her again. He did the same to the right leghole. He grabbed the front panel of the now shredded panties and pulled. He struggled with them at first, but got them off of her with a couple tugs.
Debbie’s pussy was now exposed. It was covered in a thin layer of dark pubic hair, trimmed all around, rather short. It was almost like she shaved everything off regularly, but had been lazy for the last couple weeks. He bent down to smell and taste her, flicking his tongue over lips. With his free hand, he spread her open, then flicked his tongue over her clit. She shook at the feeling, careful to keep her eyes on the knife at all times. He continued, but this wasn’t about her pleasure. It was about getting her wet enough to fuck and humiliating her.
He slid back up her body, still between her legs. He placed the knife on the nightstand, still within his reach. She followed the knife to the table. That’s when she saw the smartphone on a tripod facing the bed. The realization struck her like a baseball bat. This man was going to rape her and film it.
He grabbed her head with one hand, forcing her to look at him as he entered her. He pushed his way into her pussy, a couple inches at first, then back, then in further until he was all the way in. He held her head in place, staring at her as he fucked her, as he raped her. He reached a steady rhythm after a minute.
The stranger kept fucking Debbie in this position for a few minutes until she felt his pace quicken. He held her head in place until the last minute when he pulled out and moved up her body as fast as possible. There, he stroked off his naked cock, shooting his semen all over her face. Jet after jet of his cum blasted her in the face. One stream hit her right in the left eye, another ended up going in her nose.
He rolled off of her to catch his breath as she cried. She cried partly from the pain, but mostly from the violation. Here she was, in her own home, being raped by a complete stranger. ‘There was nothing to stop him from killing her’, she thought. She tried to follow him as best she could as he got off the bed, but her vision was clouded. She couldn’t see much, but knew that he was going to the bathroom. He came back a minute later, and she felt a warm washcloth on her face. He gave her a quick clean.
He sat on the edge of the bed for a while, thinking about what to do next. He grabbed the pair of destroyed panties and used them as a makeshift glove as he rifled through her drawers. It didn’t take long for him to find her sex toys in the nightstand. He found a vibrator, some lube, and a blindfold.
He took all three of them and climbed back onto the bed, making sure he didn’t block the cameras. He took the vibrator, turned it on, and played with her, running the vibrator over her clit then penetrating her with it. He explored, seeing what it took to turn Debbie on. He tortured her like this for 20 minutes as she tried to hold out, but soon her own body betrayed her as he forced her to orgasm. As she approached the edge, he grabbed her hair and twisted it, forcing her to face the camera as she came.
By this point he was fully aroused again. He slipped on a condom he grabbed from his last bathroom trip and slid it on. He grabbed Debbie and forced her around in the bed, moving her into a face down ass up position. He lined his dick up with her pussy and started fucking her. She cried again, but she was losing her fight. That was until she felt the lube being spread out on her asshole. She tried to squirm away, pleaded into her gag for him to stop, but her pleas were cut off when she felt him pull out and felt the stun gun on her pussy.
She froze, remembering how painful it was on the rest of her body. If he pulled the trigger there…
She felt something apply pressure to her anus. Then the pressure turned to pain, almost like being punched slowly. She felt him apply more lube as he went, but that didn’t seem to help. Pretty soon, her questions on what was being pushed in were answered as she felt his thighs against her ass, pushing into her body.
There was no doubt about it, he was raping her ass.
He took his time, getting used to being in her tight ass. After what felt like an eternity to her, he started pushing back and forth. As he did, he took the vibrator, set it to high, then shoved it into her pussy.
He fucked her ass for a solid fifteen minutes before he picked up the pace, causing her to howl and scream into her gag. She pulled up as hard as she could on her cuff chain, hoping that maybe the chain would break or that she could climb away, but she couldn’t. She prayed for this be over.
Soon, she got her wish. His actions became herky-jerky and then he grabbed her hips as plowed into her ass one last time and came inside his condom. As he sat there, her crying filled the room. He pulled out of her ass to a satisfying ‘pop’.
He left her on the bed, but grabbed the knife from the nightstand and the stun gun from the bed. The vibrator was still in her pussy. At this point, any pleasure it was meant to derive had turned to pain. She couldn’t focus on what he was doing. All she heard was water running in the bathroom from the toilet and the sink.
She turned her head as much as she could without flipping onto her body. Her ass was in pain, and she didn’t want to put any pressure on it. Looking over her shoulder, she saw the man return. This time he was fully dressed in his black t-shirt and jeans. He held the stun gun in one hand and a phone in the other. He grabbed her by the hair and pulled up, making sure he had her attention before pressing play on the phone. Siri spoke.
“If you want to live, you will follow my instructions. I will leave you here as I hide your phone in this house. When I return I will clean you up. Then I will remove your shackles but will tie your hands and feet in place. You will be able to move your hands in front of you. I will remove this gag but replace it with one of yours. I will then blindfold you with your own blindfold. You will lay on the bed and count to 100. After that point, you will be able to untie your hands and feet. If you try to untie yourself before 100, I will kill you. If you report this to the police, I will come back and kill you. If you do not follow these instructions, I will kill you. Do you understand?”
Debbie nodded. He let her go as he went about cleaning her and the room. The stranger gave her a once-over as he wiped down her face, chest, and crotch. He sprayed some stain remover on the sheets where he fucked her, destroying any DNA he might’ve left behind. He found some of her other pairs of stockings and tied her hands as he uncuffed her. He took the clothes he shredded and put them in a neat pile on the bed. After tying her feet together with the same stockings for her hands, essentially hogtying her, he took the shredded clothes with him to the bathroom. A minute later he returned. He walked over to the bed where she was bound and put the blindfold on her. He played another message from his phone.
“The next time you hear me, you will start counting slowly to 100. Do not attempt to free yourself before then, or I will kill you.”
Debbie couldn’t see what the man was doing. He reached over to the smartphone on the nightstand and turned it off. He grabbed the other camera, the one she never noticed, and took it with him into the bathroom. There, he angled it facing a blank wall. A moment later, he picked up the camera. Gone was the ski mask and back on were the gardening clothes, sunglasses, and hat. He slipped his boots back on, and put his clothes and camera back in his bag. He kept this camera out to document things. He returned to the bedroom and saw Debbie, naked, blindfolded, and bound. He pressed play on his other phone.
“You may begin counting. Remember what I said, and that I have video of you being a naughty girl. It would be a shame for that to end up on the web.”
He left, carrying his phone and bag with him. He left the bedroom, made his way down the stairs to the first floor, then to the basement. He stuffed his bag into the tank he used for spraying weeds, then turned off the camera.
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James could hardly believe what he saw. He just watched the systematic rape and destruction of that stuck-up bitch next door. He played through the second video. It was the same, but from the point of view of the nightstand. His favorite shot was when she realized that he was filming her rape just as she was being raped.
He sent a message to his new friend, congratulating him on a job well done. He was online, so they chatted for a bit. The friend sent James the info for Stephanie a couple days ago, along with her schedule, how to get in her house, and the drugs he’d need to knock her out for the night. When James asked why on the drugs part, the friend said he’d always wanted to see this happen to her, but held out hope that one day he’d be the one to break her. This way, he could see her get raped while she could still pass it off as though nothing happened. There was a sick, twisted logic to his thought pattern.
James confirmed that no one else would drink the wine she saved for herself, and the friend confirmed it. James’s plan was to sneak into her house Friday during the day, spike her wine, then come back late at night. That way, she’d pass out and wouldn’t be a problem. But, if things did go that route, he was prepared.
Now, James just had to wait until Friday.
