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Chapter 3.
They all see my boner.
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Not only was I hungry for real food and drink, (not just pussy slime) but I needed a shower in the worst way. My face was still red and sore from the bug spray and even more so from how much I'd been rubbing my eyes. Also I had a fair number of scrapes and bruises from fighting with Fawcett and my balls were plenty sore from where she'd hoofed me. I'd use her cunt for a football in return. I'd kick what was left of her labia right up to her ears, but not until the end. Also I was really pissed with her for having the nerve to challenge me like she did, to think she could get away with it, presumptuous slut, and figured if the spray stung my eyes this much, what would it do to the inside of her cunt if I emptied half the can into her, or two cans. I intended to find out, but again not until I'd done all manner of the really nasty things to her. I wasn't decided whether to cunt spray or cunt kick her first. It would sort itself out though. This I knew with considerable satisfaction, like something extra sweet to look forward to.
Since I wanted to take my time exploring their house and washing up, I'd sat them down in a circle on the floor with their backs to each other and wrapped a nylon cord tightly around their necks in a loop.
One loop, three necks, fucking fantastic.
(Their arms were all tied behind their backs and, of course, their legs bound at the ankles.) I pulled the cord tight enough that if one bitch tried to strain to get up, it would choke the other two. Their heads were all bunched together. I also tied off one end of the cord to a piano leg. I used a thin gauge nylon line on their wrists and knotted it really tight. I'm sure they'd try to pick at the knots but there was no way for them to loosen them. Even if one was trying to do another, the knots were too small. Their tits, all six of them, just sort of hung there, under their clothes, since they were hunched forward, and it took all my won't power not to claw and scratch at them.
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I had retrieved the line from the large briefcase which contained my personalized 'rape kit'. I had come expecting one bitch and now had three to contend with. Sort of the extra abundance of riches. I knew some of what I had in store for Fawcett. I'd fantasized enough about it since she'd escaped from me at her car two weeks before. I had all that time to role play and refine just how I was going to assault and torment her and bugger bang her. She was so fucking in for it she should have just laid down, bared her pussy and let me rape her the first go; spread her legs wide and let me muff pummel her with a few good nipple crunches added for excellent measure. She should have embraced her rape as a new life experience, one she'd just barely missed out on before.
Oh well, how could she know? Stupid bitch, they never think it'll happen to them. She was too smart and savvy. Too careful and powerful. Too good looking for anyone to dare.
Still she wasn't the type to just lie down and take it anyway. That's what she was, powerful. She was a power bitch. Invincible. 'I am strong. I am woman.' (fucking drivel) She was accomplished in the business world. A vice-president of a human resource agency that supplied personnel for trade shows. Sort of a modelling agency but not for the fashion industry. She had just turned thirty-nine. Smith and Ladd were two of her women she assigned for presentations and were also good friends. Smith was forty-two and Ladd thirty-six. They had lived together for four years now and it all worked out just fine for them. They all valued their privacy and had wanted to escape the hectic pace of big city living, so their house was remote. It was set into the woods on about five acres and Fawcett owned it herself. From the road it couldn't be seen and there was security apparatus installed both inside and out. There were electronic gates across the driveway. All, in all, if they didn't want company, none was likely to just drop by. To break in, I had had to come in from the next property (the people were away) and found the phone line to disable their alarms. I knew how to jump the connectors, first, so it didn't appear at the monitoring station as if anything was wrong. Fawcett was fucking shocked when she first saw me looming before her. The look on her face was priceless, not even really afraid, just like get the Hell out of here. You already tried once and failed, you looser.
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Of course I was armed with a handgun and was quite prepared to shoot her, first in the knee or shoulder, then in the cunt if need be or finally right between the eyes if the threat continued and became too great. It's the only way to go because they always eventually obey. They may seem to rebel, to revolt with the hairs on the back of their hangable necks standing on end all alert and their little cunt hairs all running around blind and scared (and often pissed on), fight or flight from fright, and for the best and the very worst of reasons, but it's only instinctive, for survival, and temporary and then their reason takes over without them having any fucking idea, or insight, about my reasons. Miserable wretches all, poor, suckered and without hope or escape, at least not alive, and they really should fight enough to get blasted.
So after a lot of resistance and squawking that's how I coaxed Fawcett into her bedroom (she didn't like it at all when I aimed at her hips and I closed one eye) to change from her robe into the sexy dress I'd rummaged from her closet. I was going to rifle her underwear drawer too but decided to prolong the levels, the rising levels of invasion of her privacy and then her body as long as I could stand it. (Stand not shoving my cock up her ass or into her pink.) I was not going to do what she expected, or how, and never when. But then, after she'd changed her clothes and I'd practically seen her naked, and she ran, even with the gun on her, and I'd gone after her with glee and got unlucky about the bug spray and then got super lucky, with Smith letting me go, (as the second chapter described) so now I had a whole new set of circumstances to arrange and act upon. Three's company. Three's enough? Three was already enough and yet before it was all finished, I'd end up with four splattered cunts.
I needed the shower so that was where I was headed. On the way back upstairs, I went into each of their separate rooms and went for their bras and panties. As it turned out, I'd chosen Smith's room last and stripped off my clothes and put a nice silk pair of her briefs on. They were light shiny blue with an extra reenforcing gusset right to cover her twat and up to the bottom of her ass. I buried my face in them. They were fresh washed which didn't surprise me but there was none of her crotch odor, which would have been nice. Of course, the ones she had on now, which would be coming off soon, would have that marvellous fragrance. (If she didn't piss herself out of fright). I put them on. They hugged my cock and I loved the feel as I grabbed myself knowing they'd last had her cunt in them.
Smith's cunt had last been in them.
Now I was in them. And I was going to be in Smith. She didn't know it yet but she probably strongly suspected it through her fear. I was going to be in her in so many different ways her brain would explode before her cunt did. Fuck was life perfect and Smith even more so. She was the pinnacle of feminine beauty all set to be busted.
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I found the bathroom and showered with her underwear still on. I let the water get warm gradually before it got hot and it washed away the discomfort and most of the pain Fawcett had inflicted upon me. It invigorated me. Gave me new strength to deal with the circle of cunts downstairs. I dried off and was back into Smith's bedroom. I left the wet panties on and found one of her bras and put it on too. It was a match for what I had on. I pinched my own nipples hard through her bra. I looked great, in the mirror, I thought, as I preened and posed, but wondered how Smith would like me in her intimate things and how all of them would react when they saw me dressed like that? Would they think I was a pervert? Heaven forbid. A raping, torturing, homicidal sexual maniac, but never a pervert. Sort of like calling an inmate a 'goof' in the joint.
I made my way back downstairs into the kitchen and found an array of breakfast cereal, made toast, had juice and really regained my energy. They could hear me, but not see me and I took my sweet time, almost half of an hour. They had no idea how I was dressed and after I'd finished the good meal and relaxed, I made sounds as if I'd gone outside through a side door and then quietly snuck back in. They thought I had left and listened intently for any sounds to indicate otherwise. I was as close as I could be to the doorway, as close to them as I could be without being seen and after about five minutes and a little whispering they started to talk as if no one was there. I had told them before not to talk at all, not one fucking word between them, or I'd go for their cunts with the knife and the shower was far enough away (the house was over six-thousand square feet) that with the door closed they couldn't hear what I was up to or know where I was.
It became pretty obvious to me, they hadn't talked freely under the threats I'd made but now felt safe to do so.
Fawcett (of course) started. 'Why did you let him go? Why? Why? When I told you he was dangerous, ruthless?'
'We didn't know. We just didn't.' Smith replied.
'It was you Jackie, who said to. You believed him and I believed you.' Ladd began.
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'Yes, please. Yes, it's mostly my fault. I should have paid more attention to you.' Smith directed her comment to Fawcett.
'He's a real danger, a horrible threat. He almost broke my leg and he loved doing it. I know he liked doing it, he has a gun but he chose to strike me and... You didn't see his face, how he looked when he made me change into this dress. He made me stand up on the bed so he could leer at me better. He saw me mostly naked and it was horrible. Really horrible. He's evil right through and now we have to deal with him. Why, oh why, did you ever free him?'
'How are we going to deal with him when he has us like this?' Smith asked.
'I'm afraid. About some of the things he said. About, you know...' Ladd whimpered.
'About cutting our...' Smith started the sentence.
'Cunts out.' Fawcett finished it.
'I know. I think he just wants to use the horrible language and images to intimidate us. To put fear into us. To instill. To control us. You can't cut, you know, it out.' Fawcett offered.
(You want to bet bitch. I'd never forgotten that classic line from the movie 'Taxi' - 'You'd be surprised what comes off.')
'But the African thing, what he said to you, he means a clitorectomy, doesn't he? Removing the clitoris?' Ladd asked.
'No. No. Surely he was just being mean. Extra threatening to make fear in me, in us. I don't believe he'd do that.' Fawcett hoped.
'But he said to me, and he smirked as he did, that with three of us, he could start a collection. He meant a clitoris collection. Even though he didn't say it, I'm sure that's what he meant. Do you think? Oh it's all so horrid. How did we ever end up tied like this? This morning my life was perfect and now it's...'(buggered, my word). Smith was abject.
'It doesn't matter how, now, it's what are we going to do about it.' Fawcett was strong and trying to focus.
Smith continued on like she hadn't even heard Fawcett, 'and what he did to your breasts, your nipples. I know he hurt you and he said they were his now, they belong to him and he's going to keep them. What does that mean? He's going to keep them?'
They all went silent for about a minute.
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'He wouldn't cut them off, would he?' Smith broke the silence. 'Cut them off all of us? Another collection?' She was smelling the message good and clear, starting to get the odour of my drift.
I was the worst kind of breast cancer they could ever get. The mastectomy master and hometown proud. I took pride in the preciseness of my handy work, artistic, you might even say. I'd never just hacked a nipple off and didn't intend to start doing so now.
'Stop it. We're going to over power him and we're going to kill him like I said at the start. I already bettered him by myself and now there's three of us. He will not live to torture or mutilate us.' Fawcett was forceful and determined but she just didn't get the point. What did it matter now that she'd bettered me? When what really mattered was she couldn't keep it bettered and would pay the extra price for trying.
'But what about the rape. What he tried at your car and now we're all here together. Surely he'll want to, you know, do it to us. Each one of us.' Smith wouldn't let up on expressing her fears which they all had so it didn't have to be said.
'Just shut up. You've brought this on us, now, so just shut up. Let me think how we're going to over power him again.'
Fawcett was mean to her friend. She had that in her to be extra bitchy. It would not serve her well while in my hands, not while she was in my clutches. She knew how to fight dirty and didn't hesitate to ball kick me and she was all set to slice my dip stick off too, so she had the meanness in her (and occasionally it showed up in her business dealings also). She just wasn't anywhere near the match for me. When it came to mean, she was a comparative amateur and I was the machine, the mean machine who thought 'Texas Chainsaw Massacre' was a children's story. Chainsaws are stupid. Hat pins and soldering irons and scalpels are intelligent.
Some words and definitions just drive me crazy with excitement.
A scalpel is a very sharp knife used for surgery.
The blades on scalpels are extremely sharp.
Merely touching a scalpel with bare hands to test it will cut through the skin.
Scalpel blades are gradually curved for greater precision when cutting through tissue.
Yeah. Fuck. Fuck. Yeah. (What do you think Smith?)
I'd have to tell Fawcett to ask Ladd what she thinks of that.
Debate all the merits and techniques, so to say.
Any styles and manufactures of choice?
Fuck, as often I do, I've run off track again. Back to the good stuff at hand.
Now they went silent for a bit and then Fawcett dictated 'the plan' (her plan). 'We have to entice him, and the only thing we can use are our bodies. Jackie, you have to entice him. He warmed up to you and you set him free so he owes you whether he knows it or not. He owes his life to you because I was going to kill him so you have to appeal to him on those grounds. On that level, that you thought enough of him to take a chance on freeing him and he shouldn't disappoint your trust.' Fawcett paused for air. God could she go on, especially with the screaming later and much later.
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Then she continued, 'You have to convince him you'd be willing to co-operate having sex with him if that would let him let us go.'
'Oh no. Never. I couldn't, not after what he said. What he did to you. He's already abused your breasts, your nipples and he'll probably abuse mine too. No I couldn't, never.' Smith wailed.
'Shut up. Just listen and shut up. We're not going to get a second, second chance, a third chance so you have to use your wiles, the promise of your body and extra special sex to lure him into our trap.' Fawcett thought she knew everything about traps.
She had so much to learn if she'd gotten the chance.
'No. No. I won't. I can't.'
Fawcett ignored her protests. 'You'll probably have to do it with him, right to the end, until he cums in you a couple of times.'
'No. No. But what if he doesn't use a condom? What if he infects me?' Smith sniveled more. I was losing my respect for her courage but never for her face or her body. Still it was as much fun to fuck with her mind so it somewhat mattered.
'I don't know but you can't try anything, aggressive or hostile or give off any kind of vibes of how repulsed and disgusted you are, to gain his trust. You have to get him to want you that way and not the attack you way. Then when he's had a taste of that, (God, I loved her choice, choice of words, a taste of her. Yeah, I'd stick my fork in her fried clit and eat it.) you'll have to suggest that Cheryl join in. A threesome. All men fantasize about that sort of thing.' Know it all Fawcett, I didn't, lots of other things, but more one on one. Soul to soul communication, if I'd had a soul.
'And if I'm freed too, what then?' Ladd asked. 'What will you do then?'
'He'll never trust me enough to free me, not after I defeated him. You'll have to over power him, just the two of you and I'll kill him. I will love to kill him and this time I'll finish what I promised, I'll castrate him for real and stomp on his severed balls with my boot and smash his rod with a hammer while he watches and bleeds to death. I'll rub my pussy in his face while he bleeds to death. He'll be sorry. It'll be the worst day of his perverted, degenerate life and he'll be the worst kind of sorry.'
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I was jacking off in Smith's undies just listening to Fawcett knowing how utterly perfectly she had just described her own plight, the fates of them all. I blew a quart right into the front of her silk and it left a nice elongated wet stain, I'd have to decide whether to get another pair of them for when I decided to confront them or leave the cum stained ones on to add to the dramatic effect and their discomfort. Also, the only thing I was remotely sorry about was I wasn't recording it all. She was so sure her plan would work, the tone of her confidence, it all was so delicious and ironic.
'So what am I supposed to do when I'm so afraid of him and loath him so much?' Smith asked.
'You have to rise above it. Go beyond it. You're an extremely beautiful woman and your body is so perfect so that's what you have to use. They're your only tools right now.' Fawcett, stupid cunt, had it all figured out. (except that I might be listening and hearing every idea.)
'And then get him to include Cheryl? That's the key?' Smith sort of questioned as she fought the idea of giving herself to me. Of letting me fuck her a couple of times to gain my trust. I wondered if she'd offer to let me bugger her but pretty well assumed she wouldn't. As if that mattered or would make a difference to her asshole getting it.
I loved it. I fucking loved it and would love to have thanked Fawcett with a nipple love bite off, or at least bite it split open.
I was prepared, actually fully prepared to go along with it, like it would be a consensual sex, like making love and I'd see how much she'd compromise herself. How much she'd give as I hurt her just a little in little sexual ways. Test her resolve and willingness to act it all out to keep the ruse going. It would be a fine line between acceptable torture and unacceptable torture and how exquisite it would be walking that line. If I wanted to put a needle, one of my pearl topped, special hat pins, through her nipple, sideways (like when they did actual tattoo parlor nipple piercings) would she let me if (when) that was what I wanted to do? We'd see how determined she was to please me. Or if I told her to do it to herself and then to Ladd, would she comply? What if I asked her to put a lit cigarette out in her cunt, just to hear the little sizzle and the big scream? And then Ladd's?
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Stupid bitches, they had no fucking idea. They never had any idea. That's the thing with these cunts and all cunts in general. All they ever fear in the cock (usually a ridiculously oversized black one) rammed into the vagina (and maybe being murdered, found in the woods, naked and undignified). They don't go to the good stuff. Let's face it, no average sized man, prick wise can damage a woman's cunt with his cock. The fucking thing, her fucking cunt is designed for the thing, to be penetrated so while they often think unwanted vaginal penetration by a penis is the fate worse than death, that's a joke. That's a school girl's myth, a virgin's mistake. A cock shoved in to a cunt is nothing. They call it rape when it should be called recreation, the prelude to the main events. Foreign objects shoved in a cunt or directed at nipples, that's getting more to the real definition. And not to omit, all manner of lines and devices for constraining and pulling and stretching and especially suspending. Suspending, (by the nipples? Sort of more like way, way up on their tippy toes, arched way back with my tongue swilling around in their cunts) fuck, fuck and oh fuck. I get horny just describing it all.
Anyhow, I was pretty well ready to prance out into the open and let them view me, react to my new attire. Funny I had the same taste as Smith in underwear. The tip of my cock was almost out the top, out the waist band of them and I felt really proud and ready to get at getting into them and then Ladd caught me by surprise.
'What if we do it together. Woman to woman, offer to? Then maybe he'll free us to watch that and not rape us right away and we could get the chance to over power him without his, him doing any penetrating.'
I was intrigued and somewhat proud of Ladd. She hadn't shown much sexual initiative, up until now. I mean she was really beautiful and all, but if I had to chose one of the three to waste, she would be the first to get it. Right up through the vix, her cervix she'd be done while the other two watched. Now I wasn't so sure and besides, what about watching them masturbate? Not each other, but themselves. That should be good for a hoot. Three sets of hands jigging away at three clits. A trio. Like a race but the last one finished wins. (Although they wouldn't be told that in advance.) Awesome. Fucking fantastic awesome.
I had to have it and soon. I was ready to make the noises indicating I had returned in from outside when Fawcett responded.
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'Cher, that could work. I never thought of it and he might even release me, free me to take part in it, like an orgy, like when he'd piled on top of us before. Good girl. I'm sorry for barking at you. Blaming you. Let me think about it some more...'
With that I opened and closed the side door loudly. They went dead quiet. I wanted to prolong their fears, their fright but couldn't wait any longer. Besides, I just didn't want to wait any longer. I could because I could.
I strutted in proud as a peacock with Smith's bra on and her cum stained panties stretched tight across my boner. I though I looked magnificent. Like a stallion in drag.
They all looked and their eyes dropped and Smith gasped.
I think they all did but Smith probably recognized the ensemble as her stuff.
'Hi cunts. What do you think?'
None of them said anything.
I went around to stand right in front of Smith.
'Recognize these?' I pulled out on the leg hole of her panties. She averted her eyes.
I reached down and took her sweet head by the hair on each side and forced her to look up. My cock was a foot from her face and I so bad wanted to jig it around in her mouth I...
'What about this?' I said wiggling my chest with her bra on. 'Look better on me than you? (I had to be kidding.) Does it?'
She wouldn't answer.
I pulled on her hair harder.
'Does it look better on me than you?' I repeated.
'Please. Please. I don't know. I. What do you want me to do, to say? Smith pleaded.
'The fucking truth. Is that so hard?'
She pleaded with her eyes, fought her impulses to lie and finally attested to, 'No, it looks ridiculous on you. They are mine and I'd appreciate you not wearing them or soiling in them.'.
(Soiling. Soiling? If she'd had enough time left, I could make her a fucking baby with it if I wanted to. What a fucking disgusting attutude. Soiling? Yeah. I'd soil in her asshole and pour acid in her ears and piss on her grave.)
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'You mean the stain, my sea men stain? The little sailors got away from me thinking of you being inside them, inside such nice silk. Look how they pull so tight across. Fucking delicious. Don't you think? Something you'd like to eat, to swallow?' I taunted her.
She didn't answer. She was ashamed and angry.
I said meaner, 'Don't you think, bitch?'
'Leave her alone.' Fawcett piped up. 'You're tormenting her, making fun of her and you look like a freak in her underwear, so leave her alone.'
I stalked around directly to face Fawcett. She looked defiant and determined. I took her head in my hands by the hair on each side (just like Smith) and pressed my boner tight to her face. I pushed her face up and down against me. She tried to twist away so I pressed my thumbs hard into her ears. She screamed out. 'Stop it. I'm sorry. I just didn't want you being that way to my friend. Please stop hurting me.' (Hurting her? I was controling her and she'd well get to know the difference.)
I let go of her skull and reached down and in for one of her nipples and pinched her special hard and just said two little words while looking her straight in the eyes.
'I keep.' (Just like someone just learning English)
She shuddered. No I hadn't forgotten. It wasn't a mistake what I'd said before and was only to happy to remind her of. She shuddered again even deeper. They all did.
I went back around to Smith.
Ladd was just sort of there, for now, but her turn would come and when it did, fuck almighty, would she be fun. Let's just say, for now, she won the cunt stretching contest.
'So what about it?' I asked.
'What about what? Smith was confused.
'You don't want me to wear them? Soil them? Fucking jerk off in them?'
'Well of course not...' She seemed indignant, almost sure of herself and strong.
'So I guess I'd better take them off?'
'Well. But..' She stammered.
'Well but what? I guess I'd better take them off now?'
'Please. I don't know. No. I meant... Oh please.'
'Tell me to take them off now.' I stared right full into her beautiful scared face. Her brown eyes were soft and pleading. ('I'm a person. I'm a person. I'm not just breasts and a...my hips. Don't do this to me. I don't deserve it. None of us deserve it.')
She knew just what I was getting at.
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She squirmed and fidgeted and there was nothing but electric silence.
I stood up over her, towering menacing, moving my super boner (by now) within a couple of inches of her exquisite face. I was all set to rub against her cheek, her mouth..
'Very well. Please take them off now and don't put them on again.' She blurted out.
I stepped back a bit and stripped naked. My cock fell down and forward like a lance and I pinched my nipples after her bra dropped to the floor. I stooped down and picked up the cum stained panties (still damp and slimy) and rubbed them across her cheek, across her lips.
'Don't. Stop it. Please don't.'
'Open your mouth.' I ordered her.
'No. Don't please I don't want...'
'Open you fucking mouth or I'll cut one of their nipples off and make you chew it.'
She opened wide with no further delay or resistance.
There was weakness in numbers which they all would discover many times over.
I stuffed her panties full into her mouth being sure the cum was onto her tongue, I told her to shut her mouth and kissed her. Her cheeks were filled out like a squirrel's and she looked sort of comical, silly but it was fucking beautiful. My squirt was in her mouth, on her tongue, on her panties I'd just worn. So much for civility and good manners, being considerate of her sensibilities. I told her to stay that way while I moved around to visit Ladd.
I was buck naked and she was pretty well petrified. I hadn't paid her much attention and she might be beginning to think she was going get off lighter. I lowered my knob within an inch of her perfect mouth and perfect white teeth. Her eyes widened as she fully expected me to tell her to open up and suck it. Instead, I turned to the side and swung around batting her on the side of her head with the shaft and the knob. It made the nicest thud/slapping sound, like a beaver's tail. I looked at her again. She was timid but defiant.
I wanted some more batting practise.
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'What do you think I want?' I toyed with her.
She obviously knew. But not how to say it. As if putting it into words would make it happen and not saying it would keep it from happening. She didn't want to mention anything about doing her cunt, drawing specific attention to her crotch.
'What do I want? Bitch?'
Still she resisted and I cock slapped her against the other side of her head even harder, not that it really hurt, it was just the symbolism and control. Her beautiful face and my rod smacking it.
She blurted out, 'To rape me. You want to rape me. To rape me. To rape all of us. You want to rape. To rape. You want to rape..'
She was having some kind of fit, some kind of nervous reaction or breakdown, like a short circuit in her fear center was controlling her speech.
'Enough already.' But I loved it for a bit longer.
'You want to rape. Rape. Rape. Rape. You want us. Us. Us. You want..'
I gave her a hard backhand across her cheek. Her head snapped sideways and she stopped with the jibber jabber, the gibberish. I looked her dead in the eyes.
'You almost got it right. Yes, I want to rape you and t..o..r..t..u..r..e you.' I spelled it out one letter at a time but didn't say the most loaded and excellent of words. 'What do you think of that?'
'Oh please. No. No. Never. Don't please. Not torture..'
It seemed like her tits got smaller. Trying to hide. And I sensed her thighs squeeze together. She knew. She knew what was coming.
'Not just torture. Sexual torture. Deep, intimate, private sexual torture. That's what I want. Unless...'
'Unless? Unless what? Please. reply what.' She was both hopeful and desperate.
'Unless the two of you, Smithy and you co-operate in a threesome with me. Just you two. I wouldn't trust this one since she attacked me and was so strong and evil and violent. Just the two of you. What do you think about doing that?'
There was such a dead silence.
I was asking (of them) just what they had planned, what they had been talking about.
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Was it a coincidence? Fawcett had already wondered how I'd come into the living room so fast, in just the under wear after they heard the door open and close. Had I been outside like that which I could have been since no one was ever around to see, or had I been listening secretly all along. She couldn't tell for sure and even though she was suspicious, it looked like right now their chance was materializing.
'So what's the answer. You two up for it? The three way?'
'If you promise not to hurt us or to hurt Farrah any more, we'll agree to it.' Smith had answered instead of Ladd. She was willing to barter, to put her cunt on the line (their cunts) thinking she wouldn't have to deliver. What a pathetic, sop of a victim, she was. If she'd seen what else was in my rape kit, she never would have agreed.
I moved around to face her.
'Sounds fair. So where would you like to do it? I asked.
They paused and then Ladd took the initiative again. 'A bedroom would seem logical, one of our bedrooms.'
'Sounds great to me. Fuck, I can hardly wait.'
I rubbed my hands together like a gleeful person blessed.
I was appearing giddy, like a kid with a new toy, like I wasn't paying attention to remaining in full and absolute control (which I'd never, ever give up again). I wanted them to think I was unmindful, even careless. I wanted them to try.
'How about yours?' I motioned to Fawcett. ' I'm already partial to it. The way you looked standing on it. Fuck. Fuck. Yours be OK?'
Fawcett nodded and with that I was up and away and headed to her boudoir to set it all up just right.
They were in for the least portion of the worst time of their lives. And I was in for the first of many of the best times of mine.
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