Chapter 6
She thought the door was locked. She'd turned the button on the doorknob, at least.
So, when she found herself wide awake, staring up into the inky black darkness, she didn't at first think that there was anything amiss.
Then,, she heard it ... the sound of a footstep ... a soft, shuffling sound.
"Who's there?" she asked, her body suddenly alive with a charge of adrenalin.
"It's just me ... " said a mousy voice. "It's Wednesday ... remember? Oh ... tell me you haven't forgotten. Please, tell me you haven't forgotten."
"Get out of here ... who are you?"
"Oh ... that's cute. A new game. Oh, you know how much I like games and you've come up with a new game. Well ... let's just see if I can figure out what my role is supposed to be."
"Get out of here before I scream."
"Oh ... I get it ... you think I'm a prowler ... that I have evil intentions ... Oh ... lovely, lovely ... I do so like it. It's so deliciously wicked ... don't you know."
"Look, you've got the wrong room. Now you get out of here ... I'm not one of the girls who works here."
There was a pause, and then, uncertainly, he said, "Th-that's what y-you'd like me to believe, isn't it."
"Cut it out. I'm not playing a game."
More silence.
"Y-you, b-b-b-bc quiet, now ... a-and n-no one's going to hurt you."
Anna couldn't help herself. She started to laugh.
"Oh God ... you know ... if this was a game, you'd have already lost. Gosh, I've never heard such a lousy job of role-playing in my life."
"You're making f-fun of me, aren't you?" said the man, suddenly starting to catch on that he might have made a mistake and might very well be on the verge of acting silly.
"No ... of course not ... I just want to go to sleep. Now I told you, I don't work here. I just--! "
He was all over her.
She wished now that she'd turned on the light ... it occurred to her that she had no idea what he looked like, or anything about him.
Except that he was extremely strong. He wrapped his arms around her, squeezing her tight, and she started to scream.
But he was too quick for her.
Anticipating her scream, he had already clamped his hand over her mouth, sealing off all the sound ... trapping it, like her breath, in her throat.
She felt herself seized by a stab of blind panic.
"So ... you think you can fool me ... is that it. You try to send me out ... well, it won't work. Oh yes ... I'm on to your clever game. The good father informed me well ... 'You'll have to be a little firm with her, because she tends to wander off on her own little tangents ... ' he said. Well, you just listen to me, lady ... I don't tolerate any tangents. I know what I like, I know what I want, and I'd damn sure better get it ... or else I'm going to be very, very upset ... do you understand me? I'm going to be very, very upset indeed."
His arms were tightening around her ... clamping harder and harder around her body, constricting the breathing passage in her throat.
"Please," she finally managed to gasp, "please ... you're hurting me."
"Oh ... is that it, you want a little mercy, now. Well, let me tell you, I show no mercy to whores. If there's a class of people who deserve no mercy at all, it's whores ... that's why I pay for them ... my money is my mercy ... what more do you need? That's all you want, right? You want money ... that's what I have ... so don't go asking for a lot of mercy, because I'm too tough a customer for that. I don't take kindly to mercy."
Right ... thought Anna. He's deranged. Sick. And I was set up ... badly.
He had his hand back over her mouth now, and the quivering, mousy voice that she'd first heard was no longer in evidence ... he was a vicious person now ... one who was after only vengeance....
"What are you trying to play games with me for? You should know better. You should know better! You'll have to be taught a lesson!! Yesssss, I'm going to have to teach you a lesson."
He was slowly working something out of his pocket, keeping his grip firmly wrapped about her mouth.
She was struggling, remembering the ease with which she'd stopped that cold-faced man who broke into Gus's diner.
If only she could get around ...
But he was too quick, and was already taking precautions.
He was ... my God! He was tieing a gag around her mouth!
NOnonononononononooooooo she screamed, but already it was only in her mind ... he'd effectively stifled any sounds from escaping her throat.
Then, as she tried with renewed vigor to kick him in the balls, he grasped both her wrists and held them tightly.
"No ... no you don't, you slippery little slime ball you. This is not going to happen ... you're not going to hurt me, no matter how much you'd like to try. My, Father Speilberg was right, wasn't he? You really do need to be tamed. Well, I'll tell you this ... if you can be tamed ... I'm the one to do it. And if you can't, you'll die before I let you get the best of met So, you'd best decide right now to allow me to tame you. You'd best calm down ... but don't do it too quickly, or too easily ... That would ruin all the fun ... and we certainly don't want that, do we?"
He started to laugh, and it was a laugh that chilled Anna's blood.
He pulled her arms behind her now, and despite all her struggling, he easily bound her wrists together.
She was shrieking as loudly as she could into the gag, but there was virtually no sound coming out, and certainly none escaping through the heavy oak door out into the hall way.
She was effectively isolated from the rest of the world.
And if that world itself was hostile and unfriendly, and the shelter that she'd found equally hostile and treacherous ... what then was left to her?
He had her arms tied tightly now, and only then did he turn on the light.
He threw her onto the bed, and she immediately tried to get up.
He reached for her breasts, grabbed one of her nipples, and as he began to pinch it ... as hard as he possibly could, he started to grin ... an evil grin, devoid of all warmth ... there was no human emotion at all to be seen there on his face.
"You're a feisty one," he said, half with respect.
He pinched harder, and then, with both hands on each of her nipples now, he gave them terrible twists, pulling hard as he did so.
She cried out.
Through the gag even, the sound was loud, so laden with pain that even he seemed to have been surprised.
But he quickly recovered. He seemed, if anything, to be excited by her pain and her suffering.
He threw her back onto the bed, and this time he tied her legs as well as her arms.
"You'll be going no where now. Not unless I tell you to."
He laughed again, and then from his magical briefcase, he produced a long length of rope.
He quickly tossed it over a hook that was attached in the ceiling ... one that she'd not noticed earlier ... although similar hooks sticking out from the walls had captured her attention.
He pulled the two ends of the rope even and then, walking over to the bed, he picked her up and carried her to the center of the room where the rope was dangling freely from the hook in the ceiling.
"Stand," he said. It was a simple one word command, but she was in no mood to cooperate, and she refused.
He grabbed her breasts again, this time, squeezing them as tightly and as harshly as he possibly could.
She could feel his fingers digging into her mounds of soft, mushy, spongy flesh as hot darts of pain began at once to shoot up through her body.
She felt all of her muscles go rigid, and then begin a spastic dance of mindless overwhelming reaction to the sensation.
He simply laughed, squeezed harder, and then said, "Will you be a good little girl now?"
She looked up into his eyes, peering at her like two chips of cold ice ... and finally, overcome by the pain, she haltingly nodded.
He grinned with satisfaction and released her tender breasts.
Then he said, "Now stand. Right there. You cooperate, and you'll fare much better."
She stood.
She couldn't see that she had much of an alternative. Not if she wanted to keep both of her breasts.
He spun her around and with a practiced efficiency hand her bound wrists attached to the hanging rope almost at once.
She felt her arms being pulled up behind her.
It was incredibly painful ... more so than anything she'd ever contemplated before in her life.
She felt the joints in her shoulders being stretched more and more, pressed further and further to the point where they were going to pop right out.
She could feel it ... she knew that it would happen.
The only thing that she could do, as he pulled the rope tighter and tighter was to bend over further and further ... so that finally, while her arms were in no danger of popping out of joint, she was bent over at more than a ninety degree angle, and her arms seemed to be sticking straight up in the air, pulled into that awkward position by the rope that he had wrapped around them.
She was totally naked now.
Her ass and her pussy were completely exposed to him.
She felt his hands rubbing over them ... felt him probing up into her slit ... felt him pressing into her ass-hole ... pressing against her clitoris ... pressing against the inner walls of her cunt.
A single finger ... then two ... finally three and then four.
She was writhing at the end of the rope, feeling like a hooked fish.
He pressed hard against the rim of her hole, pressed" steadily harder, forcing the tight, narrow opening to slowly stretch ... further, further ... further..
How many fingers did he have up there? She couldn't say.
She only knew that it was so incredibly full, the feeling of being stuffed was so utter and complete, that she couldn't stand it.
She was shaking now ... there were cramps in her lower back, cramps in her thighs, cramps in her neck, cramps in her shoulders, in her arms....
All of her muscles were starting to spasm ... all of her joints were starting to feel unduly pressured.
She was in more pain than she'd ever thought possible.
He was stuffing more and more fingers into her....
Christ! He had fingers in her cunt ... fingers in her ass ... two? Three?
She could tell. She could feel him bringing the tips of the fingers in her cunt together with the tips of the fingers in her ass-hole ... pressing them together through the membranes that separated ... membranes that were all too thin, delicate, fragile, membranes that could too easily tear....
She felt him starting to move those fingers in and out ... felt him pressing harder and harder against any point of insistence that he could find.
He ignored her clit.
She'd have been grateful for that small a gesture ... it might well have gone a ways to counter the ever increasing pain that he was inflicting on her.
But as it was, there was nothing to translate the sensations into anything resembling pleasure ... there was only pain and discomfort.
"Yeah ... " he said, with satisfaction, "you're a hot slut ... I can tell. There's juice everywhere ... you're really asking for it, aren't you? Ha! Don't try to fool me. It won't work. You can't get away with it!! ! "
He then pulled all of his fingers out of her holes.
"I told you that you were going to need to be tamed. Well, my dear, this is the moment. You are now going to see what happens to little girls like yourself who are insolent, rude, and unfriendly to their customers ... to their masters."
He stopped.
She wished she could see what he was doing, but there was virtually no way for her to turn around.
She could hear the latches of his briefcase opening again.
He was taking something out of the briefcase ... she couldn't see, but she already had an idea what it might be.
"You are going to discover what happens when you are insolent. It is a terrible thing to be, my dear. It's something that you should strive just as hard as you are able to purge from your system. It is truly a terrible thing. Truly a terrible thing. And now you shall discover exactly how terrible."
She tensed up her muscles, and steeled her nerves for the beating that she was certain would follow at once.
But there was nothing.
Nothing at all.
Then, she felt his hands reaching around the side of her body, reaching once more for her large, firm breasts, hanging nearly straight down from her.
She caught a glimpse of something metallic.
It was between his fingers.
And then, as he held it up to her nipples, she realized what he was doing.
They were nipple clamps, and there were jagged, sharp teeth running along both the top andbottomof the spring tension jaws.
He closed the clamps, one at a time around each of her nipples.
She felt as if someone has poured molten lead right on her naked flesh.
The heat of the pain was literally unendurable.
The fact that she was forced to endure it, that she was forced to remain in exactly the position in which she had been placed ... the fact that she couldn't move an inch, no matter how bad the pain was, did nothing to alter the fact that the feeling was absolutely intolerable.
All she could do was to moan.
And moan she did. Loudly. Unceasingly.
He began to stroke her naked buttocks with his hands again, running his fingers up and down along both cheeks, running the tip of his fingers through her crack, touching her on her ass-hole, this time running down into her slit again, but focusing on her clitoris.
The thing was so hard and stiff, all he needed to do was to give it the scantest amount of contact....
She started to feel such a incomprehensible mixture of sensations, she didn't know what to do.
Her brain was slowly melting....
She was feeling a blinding hot pain ... and yet, her clitoris was sending equally strong impulses to her brain that she could only interpret as pleasure.
She was, in a word ... confused wide and slid out her tongue, to take long, slow swipes at his ass-hole.
I was a little frightened, now. I thought he was into being dominated, but as it turns out his bag is making me his slave. The only thing to do was to be as good a slave as possible.
So I was a good, dutiful slave. I was a good little girl, I was Daddy's little girl. I swiped at his ass-hole with my tongue, taking long, slow licks.
"You like this, don't you, my little lovely ... you'll like it even more when I get finished with your milky white skin ... when I've left my mark across your body ... and I promise you ... when I'm finished ... you'll have been tamed. I will guarantee it.
He let the tip of his whip dangle now over her buttocks.
Anna felt it. She could feel that there were several strands of leather ... she didn't know how many ... but her sense of touch was acute enough that she knew there were multiple strands of leather in the whip.
She knew what that meant.
She was in for a rough ... very rough ride.
His first stroke confirmed this.
He raised his arm ... she perhaps could tell by some faint shadow cast against the wall ... perhaps simply from some kind of heightened intuition that her dangerous situation enhanced in her ... but she knew that it was coming.
He let the whip fall across her buttocks, bringing the stroke down parallel to the crack between her buttocks, raking the leather strands right over her ass-hole and through that part of her cunt that was exposed in her bent over position.
She felt like her body was starting to melt.
He brought it down again.
And again.
And again.
And again. He was moving faster now ... and swinging with greater and greater force.
She started to cry out ... she was moaning louder and louder ... unable to control herself at all....
The pain was almost religious, in a way ... it was certainly a transcendant experience ... lifting her out of the temporal realm of her day to day life ... virtually lifting her right out of her body altogether.
He swung again and again, harder and harder....
Never once did he break stride....
Slowly, the surface of her skin seemed to go numb ... she felt a moistness ... and at first, to her dismay, she thought that possibly ... just possibly, she might be getting aroused despite her lack of desire....
But no ... it was no juice of arousal that she felt....
Rather ... it was blood ... smearing all over her body ... blood from her broken flesh ... blood from the open wounds that the whip was slicing over her body....
Blood ... but without pain ... her nerves had been so thoroughly assaulted that they were completely unable to react ... to respond. She would have to wait, she thought ... and later, she would feel the pain....
The awful pain of the wounds that he was opening across her body. She could still feel the striking of the leather against her skin, particularly when he would move to a new area....
Her thighs ... her back ... her buttocks ... the lower portions of her legs....
Each new spot brought with it an entirely new wave of blinding pain ... until it too slowly winked out into the dull numbness of a pain that was so intense that it spilled over into no-pain.
She was past thought ... past any ability to comprehend what was happening....
She felt his cock, and gave it no thought whatsoever.
She felt him pressing it against her pussy lips, felt the swollen glans pressing past the tight rim of her cunt hole, and gave it no thought.
It was simply one more sensation lost among all the others.
He pressed harder and harder ... he was opening her now ... the stretched membranes that he'd caused with his fingers now stood ready to receive his cock ... and the combination of blood and cunt juice made certain that the way would be smooth and unfettered and that there would be no friction to impede his entry.
He began to push harder ... his cock started to actually slide into her!
He continued to stroke her with the whip, bringing it down around the sides of her body now.
She could feel those awful leather straps ripping over the soft flesh of her two tortured tits, feel them actually pulling on her nipple clamps ... which were not going to be dislodged without taking a considerable chunk of her flesh with them.
He was sliding further and further into her virginal cunt.
Was it only that morning that she'd run from the hospital? It didn't seem possible. But she had ... and during that day, she'd learned more about life than she'd ever thought possible.
And now ... before the next day could even have a chance to begin, she was now enduring the ultimate violation ... not only was she being raped, she washaving her body torn and scarred, and she was feeling the very spark of her life and her endurance ebbing from her.
How much longer could she last?
How much more did she have to put up with?
The chances are very good that she would have been dead before much longer.
She was, after all, a young girl, with a body that until then, had been totally unaccustomed to the kind of abuse that she was enduring. One simply does not inflict that kind of torment on an untrained body, and expect any thing but destruction.
A woman must be brought along slowly, allowed to accustom herself to each new graduation in the level of pain to which she is to be subjected ... otherwise she will find herself collapsing ... as Anna was doing right now.
A pity too ... for there is perhaps nothing so delicious, so inviting, so enticing as a woman with a well trained body ... a body that has been slowly toughened and seasoned through a well planned training program ... brought up carefully through stages ... allowed to experience each new level to it fullness ... allowed to get used to the dynamics of each level before being forced onto the next higher plateau.
Anna was allowed none of this ... and so there is obviously no way that she could have been expected to perform with any degree of credibility.
Her tormentor, of course, was interested in none of it. He was merely concerned with satisfying some degenerate craving within his twisted mind, and having been given the go-ahead from the equally degenerate 'Father', there were virtually no restraints on him.
He had his cock buried all the way in her now ... he had, perhaps, never experienced a cunt that was quite this tight ... quite this wet ... quite this helpless.
All cunts should be so wet ... all bodies, so supple, all virgins, so helpless.
Again and again the whip descended.
Again and again the horrifying cracks sounded.
And he began to fuck her, in earnest.
So captivated with her was he, that the rising commotion out in the hallway simply escaped him.
Anna too remained oblivious, having much more pressing matters to concern herself with.
But there was a rising commotion, squeals of fear, screams of pain....
What was it?
Finally when the din reached the point right outside the door, Anna began to become aware of it.
Her thoughts were far too twisted by this time for her to make any sense of it, but she-was clear enough to recognize a scream of pain when she heard it.
"Yessssssssssssss!" came a shattered, tortured voice. "In there!! ! "
Her tormenter seemed to be so lost in his own world that he couldn't possibly recognize any variation in what was happening outside, but even though she couldn't think clearly, Anna seized upon the sound as something akin to hope ... not something that she could reach through logic ... but it triggered a similar reaction anyway.
Then, the door splintered.
There were more screams, and suddenly, the cock in her cunt was ripped out of her body.
There was a hideous scream' of agony, and it continued ... unabated.
She felt the tension at her arms slacken, at last ... and then, suddenly, nerves that had been tortured into a mute kind of unfeeling numbness sparked back to life as blood began its restless pulsing through her veins.
And she knew then the extent of the damage. She felt as if she'd had gasoline poured over her, and a lighted match tossed at her.
She felt almost as if she was on some kind of drug ... so intense was the pain.
And it was growing more and more intense with every passing second.
She fell to the floor.
The bonds at her feet and her wrists were hastily removed and she felt gentle hands on her, turning her over.
She looked up into the eyes of the man she'd kicked in the balls earlier that day.
Amazingly enough, there was compassion there....
He pulled the gag from around her mouth.
"Oh ... " she gasped ... "oh thank you, thank you. I'm sorry for what I did today ... really I am...."
"Shhhhh!" he said. "There will be time enough for words when we talk. Now, it is the present, and we must seek the future before it finds us."
"Huh?" said Anna, fearing that she was so dazed that she couldn't understand ordinary English.
The huge Oriental giant paused a moment, keeping the man who'd been whipping her hanging in mid-air with one of his massive hands clasped about that thin, scrawny neck, turned to Anna and flashed her a dazzling smile. Unfortunately, one of teeth was missing, somewhat tarnishing the effect, but still and all, he was big enough that she doubted anyone would have bothered mentioning the fact to him.
"Worry you not about him. He talk always like that."
"You ... big boy, you shut up, you hear?"
"Ah, I take care of you next," said the giant.
He then returned to the face in his hands, already well on its way to becoming hamburger. He quickly finished the job, to sickening effect, and they gathered up Anna and carried her out.
The scene in the hallway was stunning, to say the least.
There had been items of furniture, earlier that evening, as Anna had made her way back to the room.
Now, they were rather carelessly arranged in shattered fragments around various unconscious forms.
She saw Father Speilberg. His arm seemed to have been wrapped around his neck in a way that nature hadn't intended.
He wasn't moving.
His face was quite bloody.
Up and down the hall, naked men and women seemed to have fallen to the ground ... and their positions, as well as many strange markings on the walls, suggested that they'd landed where they remained, after having been propelled with great force INTO the walls.
It was frightening.
The giant surveyed his handiwork (for it was obvious that no one else could have possibly been responsible for the carnage that greeted her) and smiled a satisfied grin.
"You were a bit heavy handed, don't you think?" asked the smaller man, whose face was still as cold as she'd thought earlier, but whose overall presence seemed now to have warmed considerably.
They raced out into the night, just as the first wail of sirens could be heard in the distance.
"Are they coming for you?" she asked the giant.
He laughed a deep merry jovial rolling laugh, and said "Yeah, let's get the fuck out of here. I'd hate to have to explain that mess in there."
And they bundled her into a massive limousine, and they were gone.