Chapter 2
Judy breathed a sigh of relief after Jim left to fly to Chicago. Standing up, she looked herself over in the mirror, and was happy to see that, although her body ached all over from the beating she had received, Jim had not really left any marks on her body.
That was good, she thought. Judy loved her body. She was proud of her long, curly blonde hair, her curvaceous figure, firm conical tits which were up thrust and perfectly formed, long lithe legs which tapered to pretty ankles.
She was also proud of her beautiful face- deep-blue eyes with unusually long blonde lashes, turned-up nose and pretty pouty lips. All in all, Judy was a beautiful, sexy woman of twenty-five. And she knew it. Everywhere she went, heads turned, and men were constantly coming on to her. She loved the attention that she received, but Judy had never fucked around. With a stern upbringing in the midwest, she had always believed that a woman should save her virginity for her husband. That is exactly what Judy did. Sure, she had messed around with other men. And she had been quite tempted to fuck Mark Lane. But she had resisted the handsome man's advances. She fell in love with Jim Jordan, and married him two weeks ago. Then she lost her virginity. But, when she married Jim, she had no idea that he was so kinky. Now, as she sat in the hotel room, she shook her head in disbelief and wondered whether she had made a mistake. Were all men like her husband? she wondered. Well, it did not matter. She would never really know because she had vowed to be faithful to Jim.
Judy's mind was boggled. Upon deciding that it would be a good idea to get out of the hotel room for a while, she put on a pretty dress, stockings and high heels. Checking herself out in the mirror, she laughed out loud. She looked really sexy in the outfit she had bought to wear during her honeymoon. She had wanted to please Jim, to turn him on in a big way. But now, Jim was on his way back to Chicago for a day or so, and she was going out alone. Why had she dressed so provocatively? She wondered. She certainly was not going out to pick up men. But, rather than change into something less sexy, Judy spun on her heels and admired herself in the mirror. What the hell, she decided, it would not hurt to go out looking like a fox. Jim would be really pissed-off if he knew about it. But, Jim was not around. He would never know. Besides, she had no intentions of fucking around while he was gone.
The El Camino Lounge was practically empty. Judy decided to sit at the bar. She had always liked bartenders. They were friendly and kind-that was part of their job. And, since she did not know anybody in San Diego, she thought that it would be nice to strike up a conversation with the bartender. She felt lonely and thought that maybe he would cheer her up.
"What'll you have, Miss?" the tall, dark-haired bartender asked in a deep, confident voice.
"Scotch and water," she replied as she looked directly into his dark-green eyes. His eyes were electrifying. They were so big and conveyed an attitude of extreme self-assuredness.
He stared right back at her.
For a brief moment, she looked away in an attempt to escape his magnetic gaze. But, she could not keep her eyes off of him. She turned back, and he kept staring at her with those big dark-green eyes.
"What's the matter, Miss?" he asked. "See something you like?"
Judy was stunned! My God, she thought, this young man sure was brash.
"Cat got your tongue, Miss?" he said with a wide smile that showed a perfect set of gleaming, white teeth.
"N-No," she replied in a stammer.
"Well, then, I'll get you your drink if you're finished staring at me," he said matter-of-factly. With that, he strolled down the bar and fixed her drink.
She was unable to take her eyes off of him. Her gaze followed him as he walked. She sized him up. He was quite handsome, about thirty, muscular, strong and powerful. His shoulders and arms looked well-developed, as though he lifted weights. He was a superb specimen, a real credit to his gender, she thought. And his calm, brash manner kind of turned her on.
Much to her surprise, she felt a slight tingling sensation in her cunt. The crotch of her panties became damp with pussy-nectar. This was the way she had felt when she first met Jim Jordan. She blushed in embarrassment.
"Here you go, Miss," he said as he handed her a tall Scotch and water. "Have a nice flight," he quipped. "I made an extra-special drink... for an extraordinary woman," he added with a lecherous smile. Then he turned and moved to the other end of the bar to speak to another customer.
Judy was shocked by the bartender's haughty attitude. She gulped down her drink and almost choked. God, but it was strong. He must have put three shots of Scotch in her drink. She decided that, as soon as he returned to take her money, she would leave. She was afraid of her strange feelings for this man. She was attracted to him-very attracted to him. And she was not about to give him any wrong ideas.
"Well, now. How are you doing, Miss?" he asked as he returned. "Have another one?"
"N-No," she replied. "Just let me pay the..."
"Well, here's a drink on me," he said as he produced another tall drink with a flashy gesture. "Say, you sure are a beautiful woman," he said. "That's why I was staring at you. Please forgive me, Miss. I didn't mean anything by it." He leaned forward and whispered in her ear, in a voice so low that she had to strain to hear him, "It's just that we get so many dogs in here. It's really a pleasure to serve a gorgeous lady like you. Hell, I'd pay for your drinks all night long just for the privilege of looking at your beautiful face. And I saw you when you walked in. I hope you don't get mad at me for saying this, but you have the prettiest legs I've ever seen. Damn, you are a real knock-out. What are you doing in a place like this? This place is deadsville."
Judy smiled. "I'm staying at the hotel and I just got bored. I've never been to San Diego before and I don't know anybody," she replied with a pout. She felt a twinge of guilt for not telling the handsome bartender that she was on her honeymoon. "Oh, thank you for the lovely compliment," she added with a big grin.
"Hey, I've got an idea!" he said excitedly as he flashed her a big smile. "I get off work in a few minutes. Let me take you out and show you around a bit. San Diego really is a beautiful city. What do you say?"
"Okay," she answered impulsively. "That would be nice." Instantly, she regretted having agreed to go out with him. She was about to tell him that she had changed her mind when he spoke again.
"Let's go right now. I'll get my buddy to cover for me. I'll be right back," he said as he turned and walked away to talk to his friend at the end of the bar.
In a flash, she was seated next to him in his brand new Corvette. Feeling a bit tipsy from the drinks, she turned and said, "What's your name?"
"Max," he replied. "Everybody just calls me Max. What's yours?"
"Judy. Where are we going, Max?"
"Oh, I have to stop by my apartment and change my clothes. You look so sharp. I figured I'd just put on a suit or something."
"Uh... Max," she said. "I'm beginning to feel kind of dizzy. Can we stop off somewhere and get some coffee first?"
"I'll make you some coffee at my place," he replied as he guided the Corvette into a long driveway. Max quickly jumped out of the car and opened Judy's door. "This way, dear," he said as he took her hand and led the way into his plush apartment.
As soon as they stepped into the apartment, Judy's legs felt weak and she could hardly stand. She began to faint, but Max picked her up and carried her to the sofa where he set her down gently.
"I... don't... understand," Judy said weakly. "I... only... had... two... drinks."
"Yep!" Max said with a big grin pasted to his face. "But, I told you. They were extra-special drinks-otherwise known as Mickies." He broke out laughing as he strode to the kitchen.
Judy knew that she was in big trouble. She tried desperately to sit up, but her head was spinning and her eyes could not focus. Everything was a blur.
Max returned, carrying a long, thick piece of rope and a menacing butcher knife. He turned the radio on and stepped over to her.
Catching sight of the butcher knife, Judy tried to scream, but she was so frightened that her vocal cords failed to function.
Max cut the rope into four pieces, then put down the knife and roughly pulled Judy off the couch by her ankles.
He dragged her into the master bedroom, which, at first sight, appeared to be empty. But, as Max left her stretched out on the floor, he pulled a long, wide table out from a corner and shoved it into the center of the room. Lifting her up by her armpits, he threw her onto the table and tied her wrists to pegs which protruded at the end of the table. At the other end, he tied her by the ankles to another set of pegs.
"Max," she implored in a weak voice. "What are you doing to me?"
"I haven't decided yet, you fucking slut!" he replied as his face became stern and evil-looking. "But, now I have you all tied up and at my mercy, right where I want you."
The strange drink that Max had given her was beginning to wear off, and Judy struggled against her bonds. But, for all of her struggling, it only made matters worse. The ropes tightened around her tender skin every time that she moved. She sobbed and looked at Max with imploring eyes. "Please let me go," she said.
"Not a chance," he replied casually. "And, I might as well warn you. Every time that you try to pull away from the ropes that hold your wrists and ankles, it'll hurt more. Those are special knots that I learned when I was in the Navy. The more pressure you put on them, the tighter they get. And the more they hurt," he added with a vicious smile.
"Oh, good God!" she cried.
"Now, don't go away," he said jokingly. "I'll be right back."
When he returned, he carried two metal clamps in his fist. Under his arm, he carried a square wooden box, which had a crank attached to it and two thin electrical wires sticking out of its side.
"Wh-What's that?" she asked as tears poured down her pretty face.
"You'll see soon enough, cunt!" he rasped. Then he laughed demonically as he moved forward and pinched her nipples hard.
"Owwwww!" she wailed as the pain from her pinched nipples coursed through her tits and filled her body.
His long fingers twisted her sensitive nipples until they stood up hard and pointed.
"What's the matter, cunt? Don't you like my touch?" he teased.
"It hurts," she cried. Her face was damp with perspiration and the pain was becoming unbearable as he began to rake his fingernails across her firm, but tender tit-flesh.
"I think I've found a sensitive spot, Judy," he whispered obscenely.
"Nooooo, please," she begged. "It hurts when you claw at my tits." She stared into his face and noticed that his eyes were slit like razor blades. His features were contorted, and he looked as though he were mad.
"Well, bitch," he calmly replied. "Since you don't like my fingernails, I'll try something different."
He attached a metal clip to one of her nipples and she shrieked in agonizing pain.
"Aaiiieeeee!" she wailed. "Please! Don't! It hurts more than anything! Good God! My nipples! You're going to tear them off!"
"Hey now," he said. "You know me better than that, Judy," he teased. "I wouldn't do anything to hurt you."
He walked to the other side of the torture table and cruelly affixed a metal clip to her other nipple.
Again, she cried out in pain and agony. "Aaaaiiieeee!" Purposely, she yelled as loudly as possible in hopes that someone would hear her and come to her rescue.
When Max laughed loudly and shook his head, she realized that-for some unknown reason-her screams would fail to bring help.
"Hey, listen cunt," he said coolly. "I own this entire apartment building. In fact, I designed the whole fucking place. And I put extra care into designing my own apartment. The place is soundproofed, and my stereo speakers are strategically located to block out all sound. You can yell your fucking head off and nobody will hear you. What's more," he added, "I choose my tenants very, very carefully. We're all into B and D, bitch. Every one of us." With that, he picked up the wooden box and placed it on the torture table.
She glanced down at the dreaded little wooden box with the crank and electrical wires sticking out of its side. She knew that it was a wicked device, even though she had absolutely no idea what it was-or, more important, what the box was used for. She was too scared to speak. And her nipples were aching.
"Yeah," Max said nonchalantly. "All of my tenants are into B and D. And, if you're real lucky, maybe before this night is over, you'll learn to like it, too."
What in the world was the man talking about? Judy wondered. He was acting like an insane man, and what in the hell was "B and D"? She wanted to know, and she was dying to ask him, but she was afraid that the answer might be too terrible for her to cope with. She kept silent, and tried not to concentrate on the agonizing pain that came from the clamps which pressed into her nipples. Or the aching that emanated from her sore ankles and wrists which were tied tightly to the pegs. How in the world could she have been so foolish as to get herself in this absurd and horrid position- spread-eagled on a torture table, bound hand and foot, clamps pinching her nipples, at the mercy of a wicked man? She was totally confused and perplexed, knowing no way to escape this dreadful nightmare.
Without saying a word, Max began to hook up the wires from the box to the clamps which pinched her nipples. She could tell by the careful, methodical manner in which he completed the task that he was quite experienced at working the evil instrument.
Finally, she could restrain herself no longer. She had to speak to him-to ask him what he was doing, and to plead with him to set her free.
"Max," she said imploringly. "Max, what are you doing?"
"You'll find out soon enough," he replied bluntly. "I may be wrong, but I think you're going to like it, Judy," he added with a smile.
"Like what?" she demanded angrily.
"Hey now, little bitch," he replied nastily. His eyes opened wide and he brought his face close to hers. "Don't get demanding with me. That would be very unwise, cunt!"
"I'm sorry," she said with a pout. She cried crocodile tears and closed her eyes so that she would not have to look at him. He looked evil, demonic, crazed with pent-up vengeance and lust.
"You'd better be sorry, or I'll give you a whole helluva lot more than I planned on, bitch. I figured I'd just give you a small dose of shock treatment-kinda like what I got from those fucking Viet Cong over in Nam when I was captured. But, you see, they gave me the treatment over a hundred times. I figured I'd just give it to you once or twice. But, maybe you could use more than that. Yeah," he continued as a far-off look appeared in his dark-green eyes. "Yeah, maybe in order for you to appreciate the fucking pain and bullshit that we POWs went through, I should give you an extra-special dose of electric shock."
"Nooooo!" she wailed as she realized that the little box was a shock machine. She had read about them in the newspapers. During the Vietnam War, they had been used on American soldiers as instruments of torture. And Max was going to use a shock machine on her-on her nipples!
"Oh, yes, my little cunt!" he rasped. "Maybe if I give you a real good dose, you'll learn to enjoy B and D."
Judy was unable to stand the suspense a moment longer. She simply had to know what he was talking about.
"What is B and D?" she blurted. "What does that mean?" she asked with tear-streaked eyes.
"Bondage and Domination," he replied briskly. "It means being tied up, tortured and dominated," he added sharply. "Try it, maybe you'll like it," the man quipped as he stepped back and placed his hand on the crank which was attached to the shock machine. "Hang on tight, bitch!" he exclaimed as he cranked the handle of the wicked shock machine.
"Aaaaaiiiiieeeee! Nooooooo! Aaaggghhh!" she wailed as lightning bolts of electricity stung her nipples and tore through her body, causing her to jerk spasmodically. She writhed about the torture table. The ropes which bound her wrists and ankles tore at her tender flesh. Her entire body was racked with pain-horrible, unbearable pain.
The electric shock stopped as quickly as it had begun, a moment after Max stopped cranking the handle of the shock machine.
Nevertheless, Judy's body continued to convulse involuntarily for a minute or more. Her mind was wrenched loose from reality as her spasming body jerked about the table. As the shock subsided, she opened her eyes, but she could see nothing but blinding red light. She could not focus, and for a terrifying moment that seemed like ages, she feared that she had gone blind. Finally, she began to come to her senses, and the blinding and terrifying pain from the electric shock machine stopped.
Her eyes focused once again upon her surroundings, and she looked for Max. He was gone! She listened intently, concentrating all of her efforts in an attempt to hear some sound.
At last, after a time that seemed like an eternity, she could hear faint voices coming from the living room.
She recognized Max's deep, masculine voice. Listening closely, she heard him talking to someone.
"Thank heavens," she muttered. "It must be the police." They must have heard my screams, she surmised. They will come into this terrible room and rescue me. And take that sadistic bastard Max to jail, she concluded.
I'll get back at that son of a bitch, Judy thought. She pondered the situation. She thought of what she would say on the witness stand. Before long, she was speaking out loud, saying, "He raped me, your Honor. He put something in my drink, and he took me to his apartment and tied me up and tortured me. And raped me. Send him to prison for the rest of his life, your Honor. He's not fit to live in decent society! He raped me! He raped me!" she screamed.
"Nobody raped you, Judy," Max said in slow, measured words as he strolled back into the room. "Not yet, anyway," he added ominously. Turning to the two dark, silhouetted figures who stood behind him in the hallway, Max said, "Her name is Judy. She's a first-class bitch. And, she's all yours. I'm going to take a shower. Have fun," he said with a laugh as he stepped out of the room where Judy lay bound on the torture table.