Chapter 6
He moved with careful precision. His first step had been to stuff a dirty rag into Polly's mouth.
"I won't keep you gagged forever, my darling," he'd assured her. "Quite to the contrary, the sound of your screams will provide a warmth for my soul that should prove most welcome against this winter cold.
"But I fear that it would prove most distracting indeed to have to listen to your endless useless pleas and entreaties would be most distracting, and I might fail to properly knot the rope, giving you perhaps a false hope of escape ... something that I certainly wouldn't want to do. It would be most unfortunate were you to get your hopes up, only to have them run aground on the shoals of reality, would it not?"
She felt the rope biting into her wrists It was a thin nylon cord, no more than a quarter of an inch in thickness but quite strong. He had more than enough of it to make certain that she would be going no where. Ever again.
Despair gripped her.
He pulled the free end of each length of rope now, slipping them over pipes running above her head.
She stared upwards in weak-knead panic.
He pulled her arms above her head, pulling tight on the ropes, tying off the ends to thick steam pipes running vertically from ceiling to floor.
She stood suspended in the center of the humid, warm room. Despite the heat, however, the concrete floor was cold.
The naked soles of her feet conducted the cold up into her body, coupling with the panic already gripping her, causing her muscles to shiver violently.
She stared at the demented monster in horror, in fear, in stark terror.
Her shoes lay where he'd tossed them after removing them from her feet, upturned against the wall.
Closer to her, the crumpled remains of her dress lay shapelessly on the floor, torn into three pieces as he'd removed it from her body.
Closer still, her bra remained where he'd tossed it.
Now, wearing only panties, the poor girl awaited the demon's next step, bringing her closer and closer to her doom.
Svensen (she doubted now that Svensen was his name. She dared not think of what it might be). He stood in front of her now, imposing, threatening a shadow of death.
"You shiver at my approach, do you?" He laughed. "Well and good. It is right, 'there are those who have been put on this earth to dominate, to control ... and there are those who are here to serve, to lend themselves their bodies and their minds in the service and pleasure of their masters.
"For too long! TOO LONG! Do you HEAR!! ! ? For too long I have masqueraded as a lowly, sub-human. But no longer!"
His face turned red. "You are witnessing my rebirth. You have the supreme honor of sacrificing yourself to the renewal of my life.
Yours is an enviable position. Soon, there will be more like you!"
He laughed again, a deep menacing sound rolling like thunder from the depths of his belly.
"And now," he said when his laughter had subsided, "I shall permit you to vent your anger against me. I shall listen to you. Beg me, if you desire. It will amuse me."
His hand reached out gripped the dirty rag in her mouth and jerked sharply on it.
There was a sharp pain in the back of her neck as her head snapped from the force of his jerking movement
"Oh ... oh God...." she gasped, breathing deeply, suddenly feeling the muscles in her legs give out.
She fell, hanging solely by her arms. The joints at her shoulders twisted horribly, the balls nearly coming out of their sockets.
He chuckled, standing aside, simply watching in silent joy.
Polly raised her head to him "You want to hear me beg? I won't do it."
He clapped his hands together gleefully. "Marvelous. I'm so impressed. You are a strong, willful woman, are you not? Well, well, we'll see if we can't do something about that."
"You are a pig "
"Yes ... yes ... tell me all about it " he said, the accent growing thicker again as he seemed to become more aroused.
She felt fingers on her body, running over the surface of her skin. She felt finger on her breasts now, pulling at them squeezing the soft mounds of flesh.
Her nipples, sensitive nubs of dark skin, thick and aroused despite her fear, now turned hard, growing erect from purely instinctive reflexes.
She began to cry.
"Ah," said the beast, I so love the sound of women crying. Their tears are a sight of rare beauty ... so fragile ... so transitory...."
His hand bit sharply across her face.
"You fucking slut " he said, almost calmly, yet with a scarcely concealed tremor in his voice. "You will certainly pay. For all of them. For all their sins. They're all the same ... sluts ... whores ... they are vermin ... like the Slavs ... the Gypsies ... the Jewesses ... ah ... we came so close ... so close. Nearly wiped them out. And their disgusting lack of morals with them But they have spread. And now, they infest even youth such as you. And it sickens me. It make me want to wretch."
Crazy crazy CRAZY!! ! ! she thought. Out of his fucking mind
Fingers on her nipples now. She cried out in pain, though he d scarcely begun to press against her.
He squeezed ... tightening his grip on her nipples.
"You feel that? Do you?"
"Please ... please ... please ... it hurts ... it hurts so bad ... I can't stand it ... please ... please...."
He gave no indication that he heard. He simply continued to increase the pressure on her nipples, slowly pulling on them, pulling the tender flesh of her breasts as he increased the pressure ... pulling harder ... harder ... harder....
like sharp needles now. That's how the pain registered in her brain. Needles of infinite sharpness red-hot....
Burning her ... sizzling her nerves....
He pulled up ... he pulled out He continued to squeeze her breasts.
"Someone must pay, you see," he muttered. "Don't you understand? Someone must pay. For all those years. Those torturous, empty years. I've watched. All of you. You never change. You are all the same. Sex. It pervades your minds. There is nothing in your world but your precious preoccupation with your awakening glands.
"Well, if you desire it so desperately, I shall give you precisely what you purport to desire."
He jerked his arms backwards now, still keeping his fingers tightly locked around her nipples so that when they finally forced themselves free, the elastic membranes of he breasts sprang backwards with a sharp lurching shudder.
She cried out Words were rapidly failing her now. There were only sounds at her disposal.
Sounds and sensations. Harsh sensations, Burning sensations.
She felt the driving throbbing pain in h r breasts felt the excess of it slowly ebbing out into her other tissues.
She began to twitch as the muscles in her arms and legs launched into spasms driven by the pain that seared the nerves connected to them.
Her legs remained limp, her body hung still from her arms. The joints in her shoulders grew more and more twisted.
Muscles began to clench at her arms at the bones supporting her jerking her upwards in a bizarre dance, as if there were strings holding her ... strings given frequent tugs by an unseen hand a demented hand....
"Jesus 's he said softly, scarcely able to speak.
He place his hand beneath her chin.
"What was that?" he asked. "You invoke the name of that rogue? That cheap joke?. He'll do you no good now. Nothing will."
He hit her again, then slapped her breasts, first the right, then the left.
"Tell me it hurts, my little darling " said the man. "Tell me. Let me hear you cry out in anguish."
Polly heard him, but already she was weak ... so much so that to speak required more energy than she could muster.
"I said let me hear your anguished cries," he said, gripping her left breast tightly and twisting it.
"Stop," Polly screamed. "Please, stop."
"Oh, that's very good. That's wonderful. I love it. I love it. Let me hear more."
He grabbed her right breast now.
The fingertips of both hands pressed deep into the soft mounds of flesh. So harshly, in fact, she feared he might well puncture the surface driving his fingers straight through her.
He twisted ... horribly. Turning ... harder ... harder ... turning farther ... twisting after she'd reached her limits ... twisting and sending her past her limits.
"Oh GOD it hurts. It hurts. It hurts." She screamed the words at him "Does that satisfy you? It hurts!"
"Yes it satisfies me. For the moment. But I want to hear more. Come. Scream for me. Let me hear you scream. "
He released her breasts from her fingers.
And then to her horror, she saw him drop down to his knees saw him reach for her crotch, felt his fingers on her panties.
"Oh yes," he muttered softly, staring at her patch of pubic hair as he pulled her panties down her legs.
She started once again to struggle, not in any vain hope of stopping him simply because there was nothing worse than passively allowing him to violate her. Whatever happened, if she survived, she didn't want to recall this experience as one she'd tacitly submitted to, without protest-without any struggle.
And so she pulled her hips back, she found strength in her legs again and she kicked him. He'd invited it.
She couldn't bring herself to believe he hadn't invited it. The soft exposed throat so open, so vulnerable.
Her toes were curled back onto themselves as her foot made contact.
She felt resistance, an obstacle that crumbled, like an egg-shell.
And then he screamed, clutching his throat, rolling backwards on the floor, making sounds that were truly awful to hear.
"GAK!! " he choked. That was as coherent as he was able to get
She felt oddly enough, nothing. No joy, no exultation, no triumph. Watching him flop around the floor like a fish thrown up on a dock she had a sense that she was simply watching a movie-that soon, the closing credits would roll past the screen.
But now he was on his knees, gasping but breathing.
She watched him turn his face up to her.
"You will regret that you worthless slut," he said. "You will regret the day you were born."
Polly saw no need to tell him that she was already halfway there.
He struggled to his feet His face was red. He breathed only with difficulty.
He coughed. His breath made a terrible wheezing sound.
And then, he lashed out at her.
His hands slapped her again and again.
Harder ... harder ... slapping her everywhere over her body.
A torrent of blows fell on her face, her breasts, her back.
And then he reached between her legs and rammed his fist straight up into her cunt.
She shrieked.
"Silence, you worthless slut " he said. Her body felt swollen.
She felt the world disintegrating around her.
He slammed his fist up against her cunt a second time, this blow harder even than the first.
He slipped his fingers deep into her slit.
He pinched her lips, pressing the tips of his fingers against the fragile folds of flesh as harshly as he possibly could.
He sought out her clit now, digging through the wet membranes of her slit.
Her nerve bud lay hidden in moist pink layers of flesh, but he found it easily.
His fingernails scraped over her clit She felt the sharp edges.
She cried out uncontrollably now. She shrieked again and again and again.
He pinched her clit. He dug the fingernails of his thumb and his forefinger against the sides of her clit shaft from either direction, pressed them against each other with the bud of nerves in between.
"Oh God, you're going to cut it off," she cried.
"Never ... you should be so lucky," he said. "For that way, I could do nothing further to it. As it is I've only begun."
He jerked his hand away, keeping the edges of his fingernail and his thumbnail pressed deeply into the hardening bud of flesh.
The pain was like molten lava sliding through her body.
It flowed from cell to cell, turning the entire network of her nerves to fire, as if a matrix of red-hot wires had been embedded in her flesh and only now was slowly activating. Coming to life. Destroying her. Consuming her She cried. She writhed. Pulling at the ropes. Straining, jerking. Nothing helped.
The pain increased if she remained motionless.
It increased if she shuddered. Pain that took on a life of its own, reducing time to a static, motionless dimension.
Infinities passed with each second.
Momentary increments of time never before taken note of now divided and sub-divided again and again, fragmenting into seemingly thousands of smaller moments, each one taking centuries to pass.
Her arms went numb.
Her legs once more caved in, refusing to support her weight.
Screaming now, then lapsing into silence, then screaming once more, she felt herself transformed. Felt her body metamorphosing into something previously unknown, unsuspected.
Her nerves all grew fully alert, heightened by the vicious sensations they were forced to conduct from the surface of her skin to her brain.
Swelling now ... as if she was literally expanding outside of herself ... her mind turning to vapor ... her head growing light....
As fingers slid into her cunt hole and spread the rim, she moaned. The sound had a strangely inhuman quality about it.
She would have been unable to recognize the voice had it been recorded and then played back to her
Deeper into her cunt ... pressing harder and harder against the sides of her cunt walls, she felt his fingers expanding ... felt them opening ... felt the tips of his fingers shove against the soft thin walls of her cunt.
And she thought "Now ... now is when he will destroy me."
Images of ripping flesh and fresh spurting blood sullied her imagination.
Gaspings for breath took what little energy remained to her.
His face low now, close in ... peering intently at her.
"You are going to feel more than you ever dreamed was possible, my dear." he assured her.
His cock was out of his pants. She squirmed a last time letting one last impulse of energy overcome her, once more forcing her muscles to work against all odds, once again trying the impossible, to escape the monster and all that he threatened to do to her.
His cock was stiff, throbbing.
"You will learn to love it before I finish finally with you."
Pointing to it as he spoke. Holding it. Stroking it.
"Spread your legs for me, my darling," said the man.
She tried to kick him. Catching her foot, gripping it tightly he laughed. "Surely you didn't think I'd fall for that twice in a row, did you? Nay, nay, my darling. I underestimated you once. I'll not do so again."
She watched him move his cock closer to her body.
She watched him press the head against her slit.
But ... but ... why could she not feel it?
The truth dawned on her.
She was dying. That's why. She couldn't feel it because her nerves and her brain finally had been beaten into submission, had given up and now were waiting passively for the end.
He lunged his hips at her.
At that moment, her theory was shown to be wrong. For as his cock rammed through the narrow opening of he virginal cunt, a burst of pain so awesome and intense wracked her body she came very close to passing out
But she thought to herself, holding what small measure of triumph to her that was still available, I can feel! I can still feel.