Chapter 15
I LOVE TO UNDRESS A BEAUTIFUL WOMAN....
It had been a long, tense day and now it was over. As she rode the elevator down to the basement garage to get her car, Calla was amazed that so much could happen in one day.
But it was worth it, she told herself. The trouble was over and peace and tranquility had returned to the Grange.
Now, instead of worry, fear and indecision, there was nothing ahead but love, marriage and happiness for her and Jack.
The intoxicating thought was still strong as she reached to open the door of her Mustang. As she did, she felt a strong arm wrap around her and there was sickening odor in the cloth that pressed over her nose and mouth.
Her stomach reacted first, then her head began to spin and she couldn't stop herself from falling. She seemed to fall a million miles into the depths of black oblivion. Calla tried to call for Jack to help her, but she sensed that she was too weak to utter even a sound.
When Bruce West caught her limp body and pushed it into the car, Calla wasn't aware of it. She was no longer aware of anything.
The next sensation she felt was that of motion as she lay on the floor of a car as it was being driven over a rough road. She felt her stomach turning sour and hoped the ride would end soon before she added to her discomfort by being sick.
Although she recalled opening the door of her own car, Calla saw that this wasn't hers. It wasn't difficult to guess that the car belonged to Bruce West and that he was taking her to some remote place.
Calla tried to push off the heavy blanket which covered her. It was rough and scratchy on her face and arms. Her wrists, she noticed for the first time, were securely tied together. She was helpless.
Bracing her feet in an effort to change her position, she found that they too were bound. Tears formed in her eyes then, but she fought against crying.
I've got to stay strong, Calla told herself over and over. Perhaps when we arrive wherever we're going, I'll find some way to escape. Even if it meant fleeing naked, she reasoned, it would be better than being in the company of the madman driving the car.
There was no way she could gauge time. It seemed that they had been driving for hours before the car finally slowed and bumped to a stop.
With the drive over, Calla shuddered as she realized that the worst of her ordeal lay ahead. Whether or not he would kill her was a frightening question, but there were other frightening aspects. The man was clearly insane so that it was quite possible he would kill her, but what would he do before then? Calla tried not to think of it, tried to convince herself that she should play it by ear, try to avoid angering him and keep watching for a chance to escape.
The car door opened behind her and Calla felt the blanket being taken away from her. The man made a little groaning sound and she felt his hands on the backs of her thighs where her dress had been pushed up. She felt him pushing the dress even higher and then his hands fondled her through the thin nylon panties which hugged the firm buttocks.
He began pulling her out of the car then and she helped as much as she could with a view to saving as much of the bumping and scraping as she could. Even at that, it was more than he could manage.
Pausing with her legs half out of the car, he untied her ankles.
"All right," he growled in an excited tone. "You can get out now, but don't try to get away or you'll be well punished."
Wriggling off the seat and feeling her dress ride up even higher, she put her feet on the ground and discovered that she wouldn't be able to support herself.
"I can't," she said. "My legs are too weak."
"Keep moving, I'll help you."
His hands rubbed her panties as he slipped his arms around her to help as he promised. Calla wished she didn't need his help.
At last, she was standing and leaning against him as blood began to move into her feet again. Her legs were still weak and they hurt as she put her weight on them.
Bruce kept her leaning against him with his hands holding and rubbing her as they walked across an uncared for lawn toward a surprisingly neat looking cottage.
Except for that one cottage, Calla saw nothing but a lake and an endless forest. She didn't know what animals would be in the woods, but she determined that she had less to fear from them than from the man who held her captive.
Holding her with one arm around her middle, just above her panties, Bruce fumbled with the lock until the door finally swung open.
With an irony that hurt, Calla remembered how she and Jack had discussed spending their honeymoon in just such a place. There had been no thought then that she would be making the trip to such a cottage with an insane Bruce West.
Inside the cottage, Calla would have sat, but he refused to allow it.
"You have to get used to standing," he growled. "Later you're going to do a nice striptease for me while I take movies of it for my collection."
Calla knew he meant it, but realized that worse things than that could happen to her.
"Are you going to untie my hands? They're hurting."
"Of course, my dear," their was a mad softness to his voice now. "You'll have to use your lovely hands too when you entertain me."
"How long do you intend to keep me here?" she asked as he began untying her wrists.
"A long time, my dear. I expect your boy friend to come looking for you. That's why I have this gun in my pocket. I'm going to take him captive too and make the two of you do all kinds of things bare naked for my movies.
"After that, I'll let you watch me kill him. I may keep you for a while longer to have more fun."
Calla shuddered. Not only were the words insane and ugly, but she realized how right he was. Jack would come looking for her and, she feared, wouldn't bring the police with him.
He wouldn't expect Bruce to be armed and would walk right into the trap. They would both die. Instead of a wedding, there would be death.
"Take off your dress now, Calla darling. I've always wanted to see you in your brassiere and panties."
Calla tried to obey, but her bloodless fingers were unable to function.
"Here, my dear, turn around and I'll do it for you."
His fingers trembled as he unhooked the top of the dress and slid the long zipper down slowly. "I've never undressed a woman before. I like it. Later, I'll take off your brassiere and your panties too, but not just yet. It's exciting seeing you this way."
Backing away while still staring at her, Bruce reached into the pocket of his jacket and took out a gun.
"I just want you to know I have this, Calla. If you try to escape, I won't kill you. I'll just shoot one of your lovely legs. That will keep you from running."
He slipped the gun back into his pocket.
"Come with me now, my dear, we'll go to the car and bring the equipment in."
"Like this?" Calla looked down at her semi-naked body.
"But of course, my dear. We're all alone on this lake. You'll look lovely like that in the sun. While we're here, we shall do a lot of outdoor movies. Won't it be exciting to have your picture taken bare naked in the sun?"
Calla didn't share his enthusiasm, but saw no point in telling him. She clung to her original plan of avoiding making him angry.
They walked outside together and Calla felt a compelling urge to run. Remembering his threat that he would shoot her in the leg caused her to resist the urge.
The sun felt warm on her body and could have been comforting under other circumstances. As it was, Bruce's eyes and hands were on her too and it made her flesh creep.
Walking beside her, he cupped the back of her panties with his right hand so that he could feel the motion of her walking.
Opening the trunk of the car, he hoisted the heavy suitcase out. Beside it, Calla saw the carton of films and the projector.
"Did you enjoy my movies?" he asked with a pleased smile.
"Some of them," she answered casually.
"I like them all," he went on with enthusiasm. "I always strip bare naked to watch them and I play with myself until something happens."
The frankness with which he said it amazed Calla until she realized that his mind had snapped completely so that nothing he could say or do was surprising. She shuddered at the ugly reality of insanity.
"Isn't this a lovely place?" Bruce asked as he put the suitcase down and looked around. "Your hotel paid for it, you know."
"Come dear," he picked up the suitcase. "You walk ahead of me and roll your hips as much as you can."
Again, Calla decided it would be best to go along with him. She walked with a series of bumps and grinds that would have done credit to a burlesque dancer.
"Every time I watched you walk in the hotel, my dear, I wanted to take your dress off and see how you looked in your frilly lingerie. I can't believe my good luck to have you here with me."
Inside the cottage, Bruce sent her into the bathroom and closed the door behind her. A minute later, he called her out.
"I've hidden the gun where I can get it fast if I need it darling," he informed her. "Now I'm going to give you a treat by taking all my clothes off."
When he did, Calla received another shock.
In spite of his attitude toward sex, he had more than a fair share of the essential equipment and it was in excellent shape. Many a woman, Calla mused, would be delighted to get her hands and more on what he waved with childish glee.
"Isn't it a nice one?" he asked.
"It lookes very good, Bruce. I never realized what a big man you were."
"Will you do things to it?"
"Sure, if you want me to. You should have asked me to a long time ago. We could have gone up to my room and taken all our clothes off. We could have had a lot of fun with that nice big thing." Calla looked directly at it and it was clear that he was getting more excited.
Just a little more excitement, she thought, and he may get careless enough for me to make a break. When that chance came, Calla decided, she would make for the woods and try to find her way back to the road so that she could watch for Jack arriving and warn him.
"Calla," his voice was gentle and filled with warmth, "I know you're thinking of trying to escape. Please don't do that. I'll catch you very quickly. I can run a lot faster than you and I know these woods well. I'll have to bring you back and shoot you in the leg. You may bleed to death."
His tone stayed warm, but the words chilled her to the bone. Equally chilling was the way in which he had seemed to read her thoughts. Calla wondered if a certain type of insanity provided the victim with special powers such as mind reading.
"I won't try to escape, Bruce. I don't want to be shot in the leg."
"That's a good girl. Come here now and let me feel both of your lovely legs."
She walked to him and stood with her feet wide apart. His hands worked their was up the nylons and caressed the smooth, bare skin above for a long time before moving over her panties.
"I like watching women do this to each other and doing all the other things they do." Both hands were on her panties now, one between her thighs, the other rubbing behind. "Do you do it with women sometimes?"
"No."
"I wish I had another woman here, then the two of you could do things for me."
"If you'd trust me, Bruce, I could go get one. We could go together. I lied to you a minute ago. I have done it with women and I love it. Remember pretty little Mia at the hotel? She's hot as fire when she takes her panties off."
"You must think I'm crazy. You're staying right here. The softness was gone from his tone and anger took its place. "Just for that, I'm going to go out later and get a nice switch. I'll take your panties off and give you a good beating that will make you dance and scream. You won't like that, but I'm going to do it."
For all his insanity, Calla saw that he was still a wily one and would be difficult to outsmart.
His hand stroked the panties between her thighs. "I never really had a close look at a woman right here. In a little while, I'll take your panties right off and get you to stand with your legs open. I can look at it and touch it at the same time."
"Let's go outside so I can see you in the sunlight. Come on."
For a moment, Calla hesitated. She saw the anger come back into his face than and stopped resisting. She walked to the door and he was close behind with a hand cupping one cheek through the panties.
He led her around the cottage into a little clearing where the grass was short.
"This will be a good place, dear. Take your panties off now and show me how pretty you are."
Nervously, Calla bent from the waist and pushed her panties down until they fell at her feet. Bending, she pulled them off and would have dropped them on the grass, but he took them from her and crumpled them in his hand.
"I like the feel of panties, especially when they're warm like this. Sometimes I steal panties out of rooms at the hotel. I have a big collection at home. I'm going to keep yours when you're finished with them. I use nylon panties when I play while I'm watching my movies."
Calla was still trembling with fear when he ordered her to part her thighs while he crouched between them to look up into the beautiful secret recess of her womanhood.
She felt his eyes first and then his fingers as he opened, parted and probed. "It's the first time I ever touched one," he boasted.
He fondled her and played a while then abruptly pulled her back into the cottage. While Calla watched, he opened the suitcase, loaded the movie camera and told her to put her dress on. Calla guessed she was about to make her screen debut as a strip teaser. It was not exactly the career she wanted, but she had no choice in the matter. He handed her the panties. She slipped into them.
With her dress on, she walked ahead of him out to the lawn that was to be her stage. Bruce checked the light and made some adjustments to the camera while she waited to begin her performance.
"Now then, dear, you're going to be a beautiful actress. First, I want you to pull up your skirt and adjust all your suspenders. Keep your skirt well up all the time."
Resigning herself to it, Calla did as he ordered. The camera kept humming as it recorded the views of her legs and thighs.
When he had filmed enough of that, he had her open her dress and fondle her bra while he shot more footage. The fleshy badge of his arousal remained rampant as it had been right from the start. Now Calla saw it sway and throb with lust.
"Now take your dress right off, Calla, but do it slowly and keep smiling while you do it."
With a shrug of resignation, Calla began to remove it. She did it slowly as he had demanded and even managed something that could pass for a smile.
As she dropped the dress to the grass beside her, Calla was permitted to stop for a rest while he reloaded the camera.
Then, it was back to work. He had her fondle her bra and pose before taking it off as seductively as possible, removing one cup at a time before eventually pulling it off her arms.
After that, he had her twist and turn her body to provide maximum action as the big melons swayed and bounced.
He had her use her fingers then to arouse the pink tips and made her cup one globe after the other and carry it toward her mouth while she parted her lips and brought her moist tongue into play.
Her panties were next and he made such a production of their removal that it was necessary to load the camera again.
"Because I'm so kind and generous, my dear," he said with a growing smile, "I'm going to let you keep your garter belt and nylons on. That will protect your natural modesty. Isn't that nice of me?"
Without waiting for a reply, he busied himself with reloading the camera. For a long time he forced Calla to assume every imaginable pose to bare her every secret to the probing lens of the camera.
Standing, bending, sitting, kneeling, lying, Calla went through the entire range of possible poses while the man, perspiration running down his body, continued to shoot.
Despite her revulsion, Calla was forced to use a long, tapered finger on herself both between her thighs and behind. It seemed that he was able to come up with a new form of depravity every minute and she had no choice but to do as he ordered.
When he stopped for another break to reload the camera, Bruce attached a long cable release. Calla guessed that he was going to get in the picture and that things would become even more revolting.
"I can't wait, Calla dear," he panted. "I have to do it now or I'll go out of my mind."
It was a strange statement for the insane man to make, she thought, but not one she was likely to comment on.
"Lie down on your tummy, dear," he went on. "Hurry up."
Afraid to think of what was coming next, Calla did as she was told. A moment later, he was kneeling astride her thighs. Looking over her shoulder, she saw his rampant strength just above and behind her buttocks.
When she saw his right hand close around himself she realized that he was going to do what he did while viewing his movies.
Calla tried to find consolation in the fact that he would do it on her back rather than have her lying the other way. It was cold comfort at best.
Clicking the release, Bruce began a rapid agitating motion with his right hand. When he insisted that she turn her face and smile at him while he did it, Calla obeyed.
The pressure in the man had been building for a long time so that it wasn't long before she heard him give a low groan and she felt the thick fluid strike the right cheek.
Although she thought it was going to go on forever, it did eventually come to an end.
"Did you like it?" he asked hoarsely.
"No, Bruce, not much."
"Of course not," he scolded and his hands began to spank rather than massage. "You're one of those evil ones who likes to have a man stick it right inside you. You're dirty ... dirty ... dirty.'" He punctuated each word with a hard spank.
After he finished spanking her, they went back into the cottage. The afternoon sun was running out of warmth and both were chilly.
Although he refused to let her bathe, Bruce insisted that she put her bra and panties on to prepare dinner for them.
She found a cupboard well stocked with tinned foods and set about her domestic chorea while he sat near the door and stared at her as she moved about the kitchen.