Memories Of A Sexual Sadist

MEMORIES OF A SEXUAL SADIST Part 2 by Long Tall Mary

After about 4 hours of sleep I got up and after donning my ski mask went to the basement to check on my captive. It was obvious she was in agony from the painful position I had left her in and she tried desperately to make eye contact with me to plead for relief. I just laughed at her and commented on how comfortable she looked reminding her that her poor sexual performance was responsible for her current manner of restraint.

By this time I had decided that my captive held little appeal to me. All of my other abductions and rapes were planned in advance and I would not select a victim unless she held some appeal. It was time to complete my sex and torture session with this bitch and release her.

My m. o. for releases is that I bind the victim's eyes and mouth with duct tape. She is then transported to some secluded area where her hands are tied in such a superficial way that she can free herself from the restraints and tape within 5 minutes and find her way to a pay phone within 10 minutes. However this was the only victim who had gotten a look at the type of vehicle I was driving so I decided she would be taken to an even more secluded area to give me more time to make my getaway.

But first on the order was finishing the session with emphasis on oral sex. The uppity bitch admitted to a dislike for oral sex but pleaded emphatically with me that she would satisfy me. After removing her from the bondage chair the dental retainer gag was locked in her mouth forcing her to kneel before me and using only her tongue to satisfy me. I simply don't trust bitches when it comes to using their teeth during oral sex and I have severely punished more than one bitch for so doing. Actually I found her performance very unsatisfying but I have to give the bitch credit as it was far superior than the previous night of anal and coital sex. None the less I made her suck for nearly ten minutes before shooting my wad down her throat.

I told the bitch she would released come nightfall but that meant spending more than 12 hours strung up from the overhead bar with a ball gag to keep her from whining. I basically ignored her during that period. Since I had shredded the bitches clothes as I always do she would be provided with a pair of jeans and sweatshirt. I keep a collection of such clothes on hand for just such purposes. They are worn only by one person, whomever the particular victim is, the idea being to minimize the chance that any DNA evidence will be found.

This is also the purpose of forcing the bitches to shower before they are released. I have a shower in the basement and I ritualistically put a steel collar around the bitches neck and tether it to the wall. I then watch while the bitch cleanses herself both internally and externally. More than one bitch has rebelled at doing this while being watched and each one has been severely whipped for so doing.

In this case the bitch did so quite willingly and after having her dress, she was tapped, her hands bound and she was placed in the rear of the van with the understanding she would soon be released. Actually I was tempted to release this bitch naked but with temperatures around 30 degrees there are limits as to what even the most sociopathic sadist will do. The dumping of the bitch was on a really secluded dark rural road and I estimated it would be at least 30 minutes before the bitch could free herself and find her way to a phone. Good riddance as I concentrated on my next abduction and rape.

One of my most memorable snatches was 42 year old Gloria Allgreen, a prominent Boston attorney. A regular participant on talking head shows her specialty was suing wealthy and prominent males accused of raping females and her current high profile case was suing some local sportscaster who had allegedly raped his secretary. I couldn't think of a more fitting candidate for snatching than Allgreen. Having seen her on TV numerous times I was impressed with her curvaceous figure and the thought of having her was causing priaprisms.

Being a career criminal I have long despised lawyers and particularly female lawyers. Back in my earlier years I got busted for public lewdness because I was masturbating in public. At the time I wasn't eligible for a free lawyer so I shelled out $1000.00 to some young female lawyer who was reputed to have an "in" with the judge I was appearing before. She advised me to plead guilty and I would only be fined. I followed her advise and was stunned to hear the judge sentence me to 6 months in jail. As I was led away in handcuffs I called her a fucking cunt" which led to another 10 days for contempt of court. I never found out why I got shafted but it caused me to despise female lawyers from then on.

My prospective victim lived in a two story house in an expensive suburban neighborhood. She lived alone and at the time she was rumored to be sleeping around with males from the established cognoscenti. Like so many of my bitch victims she considered any male without at least a law or medical degree to be inferior and unworthy of her company. It was rumored she was bisexual and the thought of torturing her into providing the specifics was highly arousing to say the least.

I determined that Allgreen had no burglar alarm system which is a big plus and one evening when I knew she would not be at home I used my wax kit to make a mold of her front door lock. From the mold I was able to produce a key and it required another trip back to her house to be certain that it worked which it did. Rather than survey the inside of the house I closed and locked the door and began making plans as when to strike.

The opportune time came when I learned that Allgreen would be making a speech to some feminist group at 7:00PM on a Thursday. This meant she should be home by 10:00 but secreted inside the house I would wait for however long it took. My only concern was that she would not arrive home unaccompanied but I would be prepared in case she didn't.

About 8:30 on Thursday I parked my non descript Toyota sedan in a billiards club parking lot about a block from my victim's house where it would be inconspicuous. I had taken the precaution of putting switched license plates on it even though I had no intention of allowing Allgreen to see the car. Carrying my black bag abductors kit I walked the short distance to the house and having already observed her drive away earlier I unlocked the front door and entered.

It was hardly enjoyable trying to pass the time awaiting her return but finally at 10:15 I heard the garage door opening and donning my ski mask I took a position that would enable me to overpower her as soon as she entered the kitchen. Much to my relief I heard a car door slam only once indicating she was alone.

In this case I had chosen chloroform as the means of subduing her. It is a dangerous drug and this was the first time I had ever used it but from studying I felt confident that it would be safe and effective. For a back up I carried my stun gun. As soon as she entered the kitchen I sprung out from hiding in the hall and before she could react grabbed her around the neck with one hand while pressing the chloroform soaked rag over her mouth. I anticipated that the bitch would struggle and I wasn't disappointed but her 5'5, 130 lb. body presented no great challenge. In recent months I had been using steroids in conjunction with my weight training and my strength level was outstanding for my age. It was also doing wonders for my sexual functioning.

After less than a minute she had slumped into light unconsciousness and I paused for a moment to look at her as she lie on the kitchen floor. She was wearing a full length green leather coat with mid leg boots, underneath the coat was a beige business suit. Needless to say it gave me a good feeling to know that within the hour her expensive clothes would be in shreds and she would be strung stark naked from my basement ceiling,

Restraint is essential during the capture and transport phase for despite the chloroform there is always a chance of escape, never underestimate the determination of a desperate bitch. The bitch would be restrained and left unattended for less than 5 minutes while I walked to the billiards club where my car was parked. I would then pull the car into the empty bay of her garage and she would be loaded into the trunk and transported.

Using a pair of handcuffs I cuffed her wrists behind her. Had it not been for her boots I wound have simply used two pairs of cuffs with each wrist cuffed to the same ankle. I was able to fit a pair of leather ankle cuffs just above the boots and the second pair of handcuffs was used to connect the other two sets of cuffs in a modified hogtie. A strip of duct tape was then placed over her mouth, I carry the strips taped to the exterior of my bag and it saves me the trouble of cutting a piece. Next a snug form fitting leather bondage hood with only a nose opening was pulled over her head. To be on the safe side I used another pair of cuffs to connect her to a couch leg so in the event she should regain consciousness before my return she would be unable to roll about.

After returning with my car and parking in the garage the bitch was starting to regain consciousness and from being gagged, hooded and cuffed was no doubt in a state of panic. Once again I used my technique of calmly explaining to the bitch what I had planned for her that being 2-3 days of confinement coupled with sex and various tortures. Struggling was not in her best interests I explained and that she should concentrate on nose breathing. She nodded and groaned in assent and I carried her still hogtied to the garage and placed her in the trunk of my car. To minimize the possibility of her thrashing about I used plastic cuffs to connect her booted ankles, these were attached to the hinge of the trunk lid. Satisfied that the bitch was adequately secure I closed the lid and began the 20 minute drive to my home.

The thought of the restrained bitch in the trunk and the tortures I had planned for her kept me rock hard as I cautiously drove towards my house. When you're driving with an abducted female the first rule is to abide by all traffic laws. I know that sounds fucking obvious but one guy doing time with me at the prison hospital got caught because he drove away from the rape scene with no license plates on his car and I could tell you many other cases where some stupid traffic violation led to someone being busted.

It was just shy of 11:00 that I pulled into my garage closing the door behind me. In this case the bitch would remain blindfolded until she was secured in the basement as I wasn't about to risk letting her see my car. Releasing her from her hogtie I half led and half dragged her down the basement stairs and with practiced precision I quickly had her attached with leather cuffs to the overhead bar. I decided to leave her boots on and a spreader bar was attached between her ankles to keep her spread wide.

Upon removing her hood she got her first glimpse of her ski masked captor and I also removed her tape gag assuming she would begin pleading for her release. I was shocked to listen to a torrent of oral diarrhea as I was called a mother fucker amongst other expletives. This was surprising and completely unbecoming a feminist celebrity who would not hesitate to publicly criticize any male using even mild sexual expletives.

I usually resort to some type of disinformation technique with my captives' and I this case I had previously tape recorded the sounds of commercial jets taking off from the Logan Airport. As my bitch began her period of captivity at my dungeon the jets were taking off to the east from Logan nearly ten miles to the east of my home. I made sure the bitch heard these sounds before I closed the cellar window. When released she would relate this bit of information to the police and they would concentrate their search in the area along the takeoff path safely away from my place.

My disinformation undertaking complete I turned to treating her case of oral diarrhea. Taking a pair of already soiled panties from my house supply the bitch watched in revulsion as I urinated upon them and was then ordered to open her mouth. Needless to say she resisted so I brandished a pair of pliers and through her blouse twisted her left nipple causing her to shriek in pain. Before I could repeat the move she opened the mouth and the panties were stuffed in and a new strip of duct tape placed over them.

Next came the ritualistic shedding of her expensive clothes using my heavy duty scissors. She continued to glare defiantly at me as I cut away first her leather coat, then her business suit and lastly her underwear. I got my first look at her naked and frankly for her age she had a nice body with her well rounded boobs standing out the most.

To my surprise she sported a full mound on her pussy as do most of my snatches. In this case I decided a shaving was in order and I pulled up a stool sitting in front of her. Applying a generous amount of lather I took my time shaving off every follicle of hair that was visible. The bitch wisely refrained from struggling during the shaving and the stench of the urine soaked panties in her mouth discouraged her from gag talk.

My barbering complete it was time to go upstairs and take a break. I can only wear a ski mask for so long before it gets irritating and this would be an opportunity to remove it. The panties were left in her mouth and I replaced the bondage hood that I had removed. Experience has shown that the longer the period of sensory deprivation the more compliant the captive will be. With this bitch I didn't really care as I already resolved that she would suffer greater torture than any of my previous snatches.

END PART 2