Chapter 6
Captain Reilly of the police department was incensed. How could this have happened? How could his men have let it happen? They were supposed to be his best, his finest men. They were assigned to protect a policewoman decoy, an undercover policewoman. Now she was gone.
There was no sign of Sue. No clues as to her whereabouts. No signs of a struggle. No one saw her leave the campus with anyone. No one saw her leave class with anyone. One girl mentioned that she might have left class with a boy named Sammy, but she wasn't sure as it was late and all the kids were tired after a long school day.
Everyone minds their own business, the old captain thought bitterly. How come no one minded their own business when I was in grammar school and they used to all call me no neck and names like that. He had gone on to become a cop to attain a bit of self respect and to do the right thing in life. He enjoyed his job and he. worked hard at it. How come now he had to have men who were not as dedicated as he was? How come all of a sudden at a university, everyone decides to mind their own business and no one sees nothing?
It seemed like people liked to bust his balls. He expected that from the public, but not from his own men. How could they do this to him. The first thing he had to do was cover his ass. If word ever got to the press about a police undercover woman falling into the hands of a pervert while he had assigned three men to watch her, his ass would swing.
He had some reprieve in that he did not have to tell the press. It was in Sue's best interest not to release the fact that she was a cop. The kidnapper would surely kill her then.
So that was a good excuse. And even though it was his responsibility to protect her, he always had the sergeant and the two detectives he could blame. The first thing he must do is to bring them up on departmental charges. All quietly, of course, so that the press did not get wind of it. The next thing he had to do was type out a memorandum addressed to the three men assigned to protect the girl. The memorandum should say something to the effect that they are ordered to never let her out of their sights, to never place her in any danger, never be more than a few yards away from her at anytime so that they could always watch her and hear her cry out for help. Then he had to predate the memorandum so that it would show how he had instructed the three men days before, to protect the girl at all costs.
Then he had to develop some kind of record that he had taken an interest in the girl all along, that he had even gone out to the campus, although he hadn't been out of his office for years to go on a case.
Then he had to see about trying to get her back safely. What the hell was her name anyway? he asked himself. He would have to read the reports to find out what the girl's name was. But he had been too busy to read the reports that morning. He was too busy plotting out his vacation pick and his holidays for the years and figuring in advance what sick days he would take.
The three men assigned to watch Sue sat in a cafe over coffee and read the morning paper. The headlines read how another college girl had been abducted. Number five. The papers did not know it was a policewoman. When they found out, which they had to eventually, it was going to be hell for them. But damn it, Sue had not cooperated with them. They wanted to take turns sleeping with her in her dormitory room, staying with her twenty-four hours a day. Now she was gone and it was her own fault for turning them down. They bet she was sorry now. They bet that if she had to do it all over again she would gladly sleep with each of them in turn.
Some girls just had to learn the hard way that a cop was their best friend. There was not a single clue to go on. Not a lead. Nothing. Maybe headquarters had another policewoman who would volunteer. That would make it all easier. They would have something to go on then. After what happened to Sue, they were sure they could convince her to let them sleep with her, one a night, every night. Then they could really get this investigation off the ground. Then they wouldn't have to just sit there with nothing to do and twiddle their thumbs and try to defend what they were doing when in fact they had not a blessed thing to go on.
Sue hung there suspended by her thongs with the harsh leather around her waist which kept her suspended, the bands around her thighs which kept them spread, the mouth gag and the mask and the thongs which kept her tight to the floor with her head and neck stretched far back.
She listened as the madman tortured Carol. She listened as he whipped her white tits and watched with delight as the cruel whip danced along her white flesh and left bright red welts raised proudly wherever the whip touched her. She had heard only low, mournful, pitiful moans and she knew that the girl who was being whipped was gagged just like her and could not cry out could not beg for mercy. Sue was secretly happy it was not she who was being whipped. She hated herself for the thought but she was glad that someone else was receiving the energies of the madman. She thought that maybe, after whipping his victim, that the madman would have no interest nor energy to come back to her with his attentions, with his sinister ministrations.
She pitied the poor girl at the receiving end of the beating and she cringed at every swish of the whip as though, she too, were being punished. She cringed at the awful sound of burning leather against bare white flesh. She cringed at the girl's low moans and her inability to cry out for some humanity. But she was also happy it was not she at the receiving end of it all.
The whipping seemed to go on forever. Did the crazy man never grow tired? He beat her brutally. He beat her long and hard. It sounded like he beat her as hard as he could. He was slow and deliberate and he could be heard to laugh once in awhile at things that amused him. like maybe the girl had lost control of her bowels or something else that made him laugh as he thrashed the helpless, naked girl.
Why was all this happening, Sue thought. It was a nightmare and she was soon to wake up, she knew. Yes, it could not be real. It couldn't be real. No one, no human being could treat another human being in such a way. No one could punish a person or even an animal the way the madman was punishing them. It had to be an unreal nightmare.
But she knew it was real. She felt the goose bumps raise on her skin every time the whip sang out through the air and she felt her own tortured agony and she knew it was only all too real. It was happening and it was the most awful thing she could have ever imagined happening to her. And where were the policemen who was supposed to help her? Where were they all? Didn't they promise her protection? Didn't they say they would take care of her and that they would personally see that nothing happened to her?
The three cops assigned to protect had all seemed so cute, so happy-go-lucky, so cool. She knew they were a good group. She was tempted to take them up on their offer to sleep with them but she refused to be the laughing stock of the department after the assignment was over. She knew how cops loved to brag. Now she was sorry she had not slept with them. If she had been sleeping them she would not have been so horny for Sammy's cock. She never would have gotten into this mess. She would have been sexually satisfied and she would have seen things a lot more clearly. like Sammy. She would have seen through Sammy and known right away he was the madman. She would never have gone out with him. She would never have left the portable radio at home.
She could not blame the cops, really, she thought to herself. It was all her own fault. It was all her own stubbornness and pride which caused it all. She much preferred to be the butt of the department's jokes than to have to submit to this madman. Besides, if she ever got out of this alive, she would still be the butt of many a joke.
Bullshit, she thought If she ever got out of this alive, she was going to leave the department, change her name and move far, far away where no one knew her, where no one ever heard of her.
All her dreams and plans, she thought, were going up in smoke. All for naught. With every sound of the cruel leather against the skin of poor Carol, with every moan from the helpless victim, Sue knew she could never realize her dreams. Never find the happiness and security she craved so long. As she listened she knew all of it was going. All of it was slipping away from her.
She would go out of her mind, she knew, if she didn't get hold of herself. She felt herself going. She felt her mind screaming out. She mustn't let that happen. She mustn't lose control. She had to keep a hope alive that she was going to be rescued soon, that she was going to be all right and that she would soon be in safe hands and there would be people around her who would never hurt her again, never, never hurt her ever again.
Suddenly Sue realized something. The whipping had stopped! The madman had stopped what he was doing to the helpless victim in the same room as she. Whether he was now raping her, Sue did not know. But the terrible whipping which seemed to last forever, had stopped and the room was suddenly silent. How long had the whipping stopped? How long had she been raving on in her mind with the whipping stopped and the madman out of the room?
Had? he left the room? How long has it all been quiet? Sue knew nothing but the blackness of her painful, suspended world. She knew nothing but what the master made her know, made her feel, made her think.
What was that? Footsteps! He had not left! He had not left the room. The beating must have just stopped and the noise must have only now ended for now she heard the master's footsteps approaching her! The madman! The monster!
Sue prayed he would pass her up, that he would keep on going, keep walking out of the room, tired and spent from his cruel session with the other victim. But his footsteps were slowing now as he was right near her. Sue tried to think about other things because the fear of him even near her was making her tremble, making the leather cut into her because of the trembling. The very nearness of him threatened to make her lose control of her bladder and piss herself.
She tried to think of other things. For the first time she wondered who the other victim was, the one who had just received such a gruesome whipping at the madman's hands. She hadn't even cared about that before and yet she had studied the profiles of all the victims and felt like she knew them all intimately. She hadn't even wondered whether all of the other victims were alive yet or whether just the whipped one was in the same room with her.
But she could not keep her mind off the sound of the madman right next to her now. All of a sudden she heard the whip cut the air and instantly she felt the hot burning, biting, cutting of the nine strands across her tender cunt!
She was alive with pain! She was totally consumed by the pain at her groin. She knew nothing else but the pain as her young body convulsed in its spasmic throes which produced his desired moans from deep within her body.
Whack! The whip again cut across her spread cunt, some strands parting her plump cunt lips, others finding their way deep inside to the hard clit tucked within the inner folds of her pink inner lips.
Whack! Whack! The pain shot deep into her and she wanted to thrash about but she could not move. She wanted to scream and beg for mercy but she could not. She could see nothing but she could feel everything. She wanted to scream and beg and thrash and stop the awful pain that ran all through her poor tortured body. But all she could do was to hang naked and moan for her master's pleasure. She moaned long and hard and she knew she was arousing him to a new hard-on, but she could do nothing to prevent the moans from escaping her body. Perhaps he had been turned on to the other victim's moans, she thought and he had spent his hard-on and he was not going to rape her. But she knew better. She knew he was the type of man who was so turned on by pain that he could sustain a perpetual hard-on as long as someone was moaning beneath him.
Whack! She could not think! She could only experience the pain he was giving her. She could only feel his intense cruelty and she could not think about the other girl or what he had done to her, or whether or not he was getting a hard-on or whether or not he had come once already with the other victim. All she could do was hang there secured to the ceiling and to the floor, suspended right at his cock level with her naked thighs spread wide for him while he whipped her cunt with his cruel cat o' nine tails.
He whipped her again and again and he did not stop to give her a chance to take a breath that did not have a moan on it. He flailed her as wickedly as he could, making certain that each leadened strand caught her in the most excruciating manner. That each strand found the tenderest inner meat of her young pussy.
She moaned as she took in breath and she moaned as she let her breath escape. He would allow her no other recourse than to moan continually for him. She was unable to do otherwise, but had she somehow managed to resist and somehow managed to not moan for just one breath, he surely would have flailed away in a furiously mad, never ending rage until she lay there in her bonds dead or unconscious.
If only she could resist him. Make some move to prove that she was not totally helpless. She needed to prove that she was still alive.
But she managed to please his cock by her moans. They both knew what that would mean. Her moans were going to earn her only a good, thorough raping by his voracious cock. Neither one had to say a word to the other. They both knew how this one particular session was going to end. She was pleasing his cock, teasing it with her pitiful moans which alone might have brought him to climax.
And as she hung there and received her punishment, in the back of her mind, behind all the pain and agony, was the sure knowledge that she was to be raped by him. She was not aware when the beating stopped. Even after the whip stopped its cruel dance along her body, her ravished flesh stung from its wrath.
She hung there and waited. Now the pain was' subsiding long enough for her to realize it was going to happen soon. She wept silently and waited. It seemed like she waited forever. Wasn't he ever going to do it? But that was crazy, she thought. Here she was wishing he'd rape her and get it over with and leave her alone. For as long as he did not touch her, she was in mental agony waiting. She waited and waited. Was he going to do it or wasn't he going to do it?
There was no noise now from the master and she waited and listened. Could he still be there? Was he standing near her or had he gone away silently? She tried to listen for his very breathing. She could hear nothing.
Perhaps he had fallen dead. Perhaps the excitement of whipping the other slave and her were too much for his heart and he lay there dead. God, she thought. That would be horrible. As much, as she hated him, that would be horrible because then there would be no one to care for her or the others who were bound and he would lie there and rot next to them and eventually they too would die from neglect. What a horrible way to go. But didn't
Sammy say he had a slave who helped him? Maybe the slave would ... What was that? Did she hear breathing? Was Sammy standing there, inches from her beaten and spread young body?
She felt his hot cock head at the entrance to her open cunt and she drew a quick breath. Oh, Christ, here it was. Now she was sorry he was not dead. Now she knew she had been crazy to ever harbor thoughts of sorrow that he may be dead and rotting on the floor near her. Her pussy was burning, ravished by the cruel lash and the very touch of his cock was hell. She could not even twist away from it. She had only to hang there and wait, wait for him to thrust it all the way inside her.
Oh, god, how did she ever get into this? The pain now was going to be the very worst. He knew it and she knew it and that was why he hesitated wickedly. He wanted the full mental impact to hit her. This fucking was going to punish her more than anything he had done to her so far. And he could afford to wait, they both knew, because there was no one who would ever find her now. No one could ever rescue her until he himself either released her or killed her.
Sammy thrust his big cock into her hot, burning pussy about an inch. She screamed out her silent scream but only her muscles tightened. She could not move, she could not be heard. He was going to take his time and let the pain be long and slow and effective. He was not going to rush his pleasure and get it over with soon. He was not going to punish her quickly and end it all before he got the maximum pleasure and she got the maximum pain.
He was the master. He was a master at inflicting pain. He rammed his cock another inch into her pained cunt. Her every muscle convulsed. She knew what was going to happen. She could picture it all before her. She could anticipate all that was to happen. She could picture it all before her. She could anticipate all the pain she was going to receive. She knew he was going to go into her cunt inch by painful inch and then he was going to begin his cruel, excruciating pumping back and forth inside her. She knew it was all going to happen, yet she could do nothing and say nothing in protest. He was now punishing her mind as well as her body. He was now making sure her mind also felt the full effect of his wrath. He was indeed, the crudest man she knew.
Another inch of cock inside her! He was going painfully slow. Why couldn't he go all the way in one quick shot and get it over with? No, that would be too merciful. That would not be in keeping with his terrible character. That would not be in keeping with the whole purpose of his abduction of her and the others. They were there to be punished and pained. Punished and pained for something they had not done. For something that was done to him so' long ago, long before any of them were even born perhaps. But they had to bear the pain and suffering that resulted from the cruelty of his mother when he was at a very impressionable age.
They had to be responsible for something beyond their control. They had to satisfy a need in him to punish all whores. Though they were not whores, in his mind they were. Any girl who acted whorishly was a whore. Any girl who came onto him strongly, in an assertive manner, was a prostitute to be whipped and punished while she hung bound motionless in leather and rubber restraints.
Another cruel inch! God, this was hell! He was getting the most out of his torture. She still felt the pain of each lash mark on her soft white skin. The strands of weighted leather had penetrated her cunt crack and whipped the helpless clit and inner lips which lay open and spread before his evil torture. Now he was raping the very flesh he had raped with his whip! His cock was as cruel now as any instrument of torture.
And why? What had she done to him? If anything, she had pleased him. She had given her body to him and tried to please him. She had lay open for him to do with her as he pleased and he had chosen to bind her and punish her. She would have done anything he asked of her but he would not have it. She would even have permitted him to tie her and even whip her if it pleased him that much. But he didn't have to take her in this fashion. He didn't have to torture and rape her repeatedly, cruelly and brutally.
"And she had been the fool to allow the situation to happen in the first place. She had been aware that some kind of monster was loose on the campus and she knew his method of operation. She had studied the profiles of the victims. Yet she still allowed herself to go out with Sammy even after she knew he was the last one to be with Marsha before she disappeared. Stupidly, she had not told the cops who were there to protect her. She had not taken her portable radio. She had gone away with him secretly. No one even knew she had gone with him and so no one would question him as to where she was. No one would raise a suspicion as to the coincidence of Sammy being the last one to be with both Marsha and Sue before they disappeared. As far as Sue knew, Sammy was not a suspect even in
Marsha's disappearance, let alone hers.
Another painful inch of cock! Her cunt was wet. It was mercifully wet. Otherwise the intrusion would have been murder! She knew that amused him. He loved to see a girl get a wet pussy from a beating. That worked a perverse passion and lust in his loins. He was cruel and sadistic and her wetness was just an affirmation that what he had before him was a mindless piece of female flesh that responded to whipping and pleasure by the same aroused wetness of the cunt.
How could this all be possible? It was not possible. It was not really happening. It was a hellish nightmare and she was really just dreaming. She was really safely in her bed with her door locked to keep out intruders and this was but an awful dream of a long restless night and it wasn't happening at all.
Another inch of his big cock taught her the reality of the situation. He gave another final thrust and he was all the way inside her. Then he began his pumping. Slowing, salaciously, painfully at first. Then he picked up the tempo and the pain became unbearable! He was awful! The whole thing was hell!
He beat his big hairy cock back and forth, hard inside her wet cunt. His cock was hot against her burning flesh and she cried silently within the confines of her bonds.
His big dick stabbed her again and again and each thrust sent burning agony deep inside her body. His tool was long and thick and hard and cruel. And he knew just how to use it to its most devastating best. He slammed it into her. He thrust it long and hard and his balls slapped loudly against her ass-hole. He worked rapidly now, like a jackhammer, back and forth and in and out of her cunt. He penetrated deeply and she could feel him at the very edge of her cervix, at the very entrance to her womb. And he continued to slam into her. He continued to pound away at her.
His hot meat slipped smoothly in and out of her slimy, wet cunthole and she hung there helplessly and could move not a single muscle, could not grab onto anything to brace herself, steel herself against his painful, demanding cock.
But she understood one thing while he pounded away at her. He was a master. He was her true master. She hated him, but she could never deny that he had completely dominated her. He had taken every ounce of spirit and resistance out of her. He had made her know that she was owned, she was at his mercy, she was to be used for his pleasure, for anything he had in mind. She was not to say no to him. She was not to deny him. She was not to resist him in anyway.
As his big cock did its work, she hung there bound securely for him and she knew these things. She knew all the things her bondage was intended to convey to her. She knew obedience and submission and the effects of cruel discipline. Now she was his. She hated every inch of him, but she gave him every inch of her. She would deny him nothing. She would obey him forever. She would do everything he told her to do.
His cock was slamming away at a rapid steady pace now and she had learned how to just relax her painful muscles and just take his punishing dick as it hammered away. He was going to come now, she could tell. His cock was swelling inside her and she felt the pressure on the sides of her cunt walls. He was going to pour all his liquid lust deep inside her.
His member was hot and it was slimy from all her cunty lubrication and he pumped in and out and began to moan now to match hCr moans. He rolled his eyes backward and felt the pressure ready to explode as the welled up come juices were about to be shot out from his loaded balls through his rock hard cock and deep into the bound girl's cunt.
It was getting tighter and tighter inside him and he was trying to hold back but it was all too good. She felt so warm and good around his cock! Her cunt was so warm and so slippery! her cunt was tight and it held his cock so firmly as he jammed her again and again.
He was going to come now! He felt the pressure release in an explosion of pleasure and he was rocketed to heights of ecstasy! He was soaring and the hot flood of come was pouring into her cavity! He was coming! He was coming! She was all tied and bound securely and she was spread and she was taking all of his hot come deep inside her plump cunt. Deep inside her tight, firm, soft, hot deep cunt.
It was heaven! He reached heaven! He reached the heights of pleasure! He came and came! He poured it all out inside her and she was overflowing with his white, male fluid.
Then he began his slow descent downward as he came off the heights of his lust. Slowly he allowed himself to float back to the earth. Slowly he allowed himself back to the reality of the situation. He fought to catch his breath and he stared pleasantly at the naked girl bound before him. It pleased him just to stare at her as she hung there helplessly, unable to see or speak or touch anything or move a single muscle except to tighten her muscles with the pain he inflicted. He loved to see her spread as she was, open and vulnerable and ready at all times to cater to his every need, his every want and lustful desire.
That was the way to keep a whore, he thought. That was how to do it. That was what they all needed, what they all wanted. Look how wet she had become just from his beating of her with the whip. She loved the beating. She would never admit it, h thought, but she loved the whipping. She wouldn't admit it even to herself but she loved the feel of the leather, loved the thrill of the lash as it played against her bound flesh.
Of course, she was a whore. All whores loved to be punished and whipped. All whores know they are sinful and need to be punished in order that they may somehow be cleansed of their impurities. They need to do penance for their sins. They need to be punished and made to crawl and beg and whimper and whine beneath a master's cruel whip. That was how it was. That was a reality of life. That was one of life's certainties.
It never occurred to Sammy that not one of the girls he had bound and beaten was a whore or ever gave out love and sex to anyone they did not love and want more than anything to please and make happy. But all that did not matter to his crazed mind, his unreasoning, disturbed hatreds he had so long harbored.