Property

Property

 

            A 19-year-old girl walked into her dumpy house, next to the steel mill.

            “Go check on your father,” her mother said as she entered.

            “Alright.” She put down her stuff and went down the dimly lit, dirty hall. She braced herself and hesitantly knocked on her father’s door.

            “What the fuck do you want now?” he yelled from inside, drunk. She timidly opened the door.

            “Um, do you need anything, dad?” she asked.

            “Um, no,” he replied mockingly. “Get the fuck out,” he said, throwing a beer bottle at her face, hitting her arms where she blocked herself. “Get me another, now!”

            “Yes, dad,” she said and quickly left the room. She ran to get the beer and ran back, holding it out to him.

            “Bring it over here. Bring it over here!” he yelled when she didn’t comply. She walked toward him, slowly. He grabbed her wrist and pulled her toward him as she started to cry in anticipation. He grabbed her crotch, smiling, exposing his rough, yellow teeth. She struggled and slapped him twice with her free hand, getting free and rushing out of the room, closing the door behind her.

            “Bitch!” he yelled after her.

 

            “Should I do it?” she asked her friend the next morning, already dressed in her bridal gown.

            “Yes. He’s got money, and you can just divorce him if you don’t like him,” her friend answered.

            “I don’t know if I want to do this, you know? I’m just not sure if it’s right.”

            “Yes, you do. Otherwise you’ll be working a factory job like me,” her friend replied. “You don’t want that.”

            So, she got married to Jimmy Brown and became a housewife, bored, but well aware her situation could be much worse. He was young, not horrible-looking, and he treated her much better than her dad did. But she was still definitely not happy.

            “Jim, I’ve been thinking, I want to have a kid,” Lena said, looking up from her magazine as they sat in the living room after dinner.

            “No. I hate kids. Besides, you know how much money they cost?” Jimmy asked.

            “It doesn’t matter, this is more important. Haven’t you ever wanted to raise your own child?” she beseeched him.

            “No. I haven’t,” Jimmy said, looking back down at his newspaper, effectively ending the conversation.

 

            Jimmy woke as the lights flicked on. He was naked and she had tied each of his limbs to a bedpost and fastened a gag into his mouth. She walked toward him, got on top of him, and dragged a hot, wet tongue across his face, her fingertips running gently across the bottom of his penis. She kept going, picturing someone else in her mind, until he got hard and she put his bare dick inside her. She caught her breath, got off him, and put on her clothes. He tried to speak to her through the gag.

“What? You want me to untie you?” she asked, faking puzzlement, smiling at her sudden power. She thought about what would happen if she did. She would apologize, say she just wanted a baby. He would hit her in the stomach and she would never get one, and he would probably divorce her and leave her broke like he found her. More muffled words brought her back to reality. She looked back down at him and sat on his chest.

“Do you love me?” she asked him. He nodded. “Cause I kinda got the feeling you were using me for sex. I know that must sound silly,” she said sardonically, smiling.

She got on top of Jimmy and bit his earlobe until he began to bleed. “The female black widow spider kills her mate if he makes any abrupt movements while in her web,” she whispered into his bleeding ear. He began to scream through the gag. “I’ve sent the help home early,” she said, “no one’s gonna hear you.” She licked his cheek. “This is gonna be fun,” she said, getting up. She took a few feet of excess rope and wrapped it around his neck. “Bye,” she said, smiling sweetly, blowing him a kiss. She pulled as hard as she could.

Ellie soon tired of her new toy and left her baby crying in a trash can.

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            Lena moved from foster home to foster home, but she luckily never had any horrible experiences as many fellow female orphans did. At one point, she was kept tied up in a closet but she wasn’t raped. Her foster parents intended to sell her to a pedophile for the sum of fifteen thousand dollars, as they had done with other pedophile clients before, but Lena ran away before that could happen. She was very enterprising. She broke out of the closet by force and rolled to the kitchen for a steak knife. She cut herself free, but didn’t leave. She waited for her foster parents to get back and stabbed them both to death and took their wallets. She decided then that she wanted to kill for money.

 

            “You are property, and you belong to me,” she said, smiling and leaning down to kiss her boyfriend Paul on the cheek, tasting his salty tears. His wrists were tied behind his back and up to the pull-up bar, forcing him to lean over if he didn’t want his arms broken. His ankles were tied together at the bases of his weakening, bare legs. He was naked and had a red ball-gag fastened into his mouth. He looked up at her helplessly while she dressed. She patted him on the head as she passed him to get a drink from the bathroom sink. Sometimes she liked to keep him tied up for a few minutes after they finished, sometimes a couple hours. He didn’t complain much. She wouldn’t care if he did, anyhow. She took the glass of water back out to the bedroom to keep him company, and ran her fingers over the lash marks on his back as she drank half of her water. She threw the rest in his face and when he looked up at her angrily, she smiled and asked “what’re you going to do about it?” and slapped him hard across the face before she turned to switch the TV on. Some stupid talk show. “Daytime TV really sucks,” she thought. She turned the TV back off and pulled up a chair right in front of Paul. She sat down, undid the gag from his mouth, and stuck her tongue inside, kissing him for a minute straight. She ran her fingers through his hair.

            “I love you,” he said, smiling.

            “I love you, too,” Lena replied, giving him another short kiss. “Man, I don’t know why I’m not getting any fucking work,” she said.

            “Me either. I think Vanzetti just has some heat on him. Don’t worry about it,” Paul said. She moved her chair forward and unbuttoned her shirt a bit. He stuck out his tongue to try to touch her breast, but couldn’t reach far enough.

“You want them?” she asked, watching him stare down her shirt. She liked to tease him like that. Her panties started getting wet again.

            “I’m not worried. I’d rather be here with you, anyhow,” she said, lighting a cigarette. She inhaled and blew the smoke out onto his face.

“I think I have a potential job soon. I’m meeting Roberts about it tomorrow,” Paul said.

“Very good. Stick out your tongue,” she said. He obeyed and she tapped the ashes onto it. She saw him getting hard again. She got up and put the cigarette out on his back, clutching her other hand around his penis.

 

The next day, Paul met Roberts and set up a deal: $100,000 to hit a guy named Salk. He went back to his and Lena’s house and prepared his plans and equipment. It’d be relatively simple, but he’d have to take him from outside Salk’s third story apartment. Salk covered his floor with crumpled paper so he could hear anyone enter his bedroom. He had bodyguards stationed outside the door. Paul needed to hit him with a silenced weapon from the outside, though there was no balcony. A simple sniper job.

Paul drove out to Salk’s with all his equipment. He looked at the bedroom through his binoculars. The curtains were open, but he could be assured that they wouldn’t be come nighttime. He memorized the layout of the room and drew a little diagram just to be sure. When night hit, he set up his equipment on the pitch black roof of the building next door. He waited till 2 AM, when he could be sure that Salk was sleeping, and took a look through the sniper rifle, equipped with night vision. The curtains were closed as expected. He aimed at the location where he expected Salk’s torso to be. He fired. The apartment window smashed noisily and the bullet entered Salk’s stomach through a pillow he was hugging. Paul packed up his equipment and hid it in a safe place. As he exited the building, Salk’s men were already rushing past him.

 

Lena took off her belt and brought it down hard onto Paul’s back. Her bare foot was stepping on his tongue, holding it in place, as he writhed, bound and naked, on the ground. She pushed her toes past his lips and he sucked on them as she continued to whip him. She looked down at him along the line of her long, creamy legs. She took her pants off and pulled on his leash to bring his head upward. He started sucking on her calves, then moving up to her silky thighs. She pulled down her thong, exposing her wet vagina.

“Lick it, you naughty boy,” she said, holding his head to her crotch as she laid down on the ground, spreading her long legs wide open. He stuck his tongue inside, moving it up and down as the wet tips of her pretty toes ran down the length of his penis. The arches of her feet enveloped his penis, rubbing it up and down as he sucked on her clitoris. They came at the same time. He laid his head down onto her crotch and she caressed his cheek with the backs of her fingers.

“Come up here,” she said, pulling on his leash. He moved up so their faces were closer together, but she still looked down at him. She rubbed her wet vagina with the first joint of her middle finger and stuck it into his mouth. He sucked on it.

“I love you,” she said between breaths. She took her hand out of his mouth and held his lips shut with her fingers. She moved her other hand to clip his nose shut. He struggled and strained his mouth to open, but she squeezed it more tightly. She looked down as he writhed helplessly, his eyes pleading, pleased with the power she had over him. After almost a minute, she let go and smiled as she watched him gasp for air. She got up and walked out to the living room, still holding his leash, forcing him to struggle after her. He licked her toes as she made herself dinner, and waited on the dirty floor by the table for scraps from her meal. After her dinner, she untied him and made him get on his hands and knees as a bench for her. She read a book as he kissed the shapely calf that was pressed against his face. Then, when she was in the mood again, she tied him to a chair and sat on his lap facing him, fondling his penis as he sucked on her breasts. She got up and put her bare foot on his chest, pushing his chair backwards to the ground. She turned and sat on his face, her silky buttocks pushed against his cheeks and eyes. His air was briefly cut off until he moved so that his nose was in her asshole. He extended his tongue to clean it out after she ordered him to do so. She held his head as tightly as she could with her smooth calves as she dug her long, sharp fingernails into his scrotum, squeezing until it turned purple from the pressure she put on it. She put her crotch over his face and he sucked the moisture from her vagina as she kneaded his penis. She reached orgasm as she watched him come onto himself. She got off him and turned towards him, looking down at him.

“Open your mouth,” she ordered. He obeyed and she spat into his mouth. It tasted sweet on his tongue and he swallowed her saliva gratefully. “Who do you belong to, hmm? Who’s your owner?” she asked.

“You are,” he said.

“Good dog,” she replied.

 

            After Paul was paid, things started getting better. They had a little money to spend, and she had a job coming her way. She used his money to buy herself a designer purse and some nice clothes. When he complained, she tied him up and gave him a whipping he’d never forget, then put him in stockades in the basement after kicking him down the splintering, wooden stairs. She beat him some more and fucked him with a strapon, then went to her meeting to get more details about her job. She kept him there without food for a day so he’d learn his lesson. The next day, after another beating, he apologized, crying, saying he’d never do it again. He threw himself at her feet, begging and licking the dirt off the bottoms of her pretty toes. She allowed him to come back upstairs and she went to do her job.

            Her target was a man named Peterson, and he was not going to be easily sniped during his sleep or anything of the sort. He was a big player, with heavy security, and she would have to wait until he left his office building for her best shot. She decided to go the sniper route. She set up, aimed, fired, and hit him in the cheek through the windshield as he drove out of the covered parking lot of the building. She was dressed in business fashion to more easily blend in, but as soon as she opened the door exiting the roof, she was apprehended by security. She was cuffed, arrested, shoved into the back of a police car, and taken to an interrogation room where she waited, without receiving a phone call.

 

            Two suited men walked in slowly and calmly. They seated themselves across from her and leaned their arms onto the table.

            “You work for the Vanzetti family, correct?” one of them asked rhetorically.

            “Go fuck yourself,” she said.

            “Don’t be so quick to dismiss what could be the best opportunity you’ve ever received,” the man said, smiling.

 

            She testified, she gave all the information she could, even ratting out Paul, who received a life sentence because of it. She memorized her new social security number, name, and other information, and prepared for her move to California, where she would start her new life. When top FBI agents came to pick her up, one of them injected her with a syringe which promptly rendered her unconscious. They packed her up and brought her to Roswell, New Mexico.

 

            Lena woke up in a white room, empty except for a clock. She was completely naked. Food was given to her at noon. She heard screams coming from other rooms. At 2:15, a man entered the room and she jumped back in fear. He just chuckled. He was a white male, strong-looking, dressed casually, about 40 years old.

            “Where the fuck am I?” she asked excitedly.

            “Welcome to Area 51,” the man said.

            “Area 51? No, you’re supposed to take me to California, San Diego. I’m in the Witness Protection Program, you can’t do this!”

            “This is the Witness Protection Program. Just one of the many perks of a high rank,” the man said, chuckling again as a woman nearby let out a scream. Lena got up and tried to get to the door, but the man punched her, hard, in the face. Tears of frustration and helplessness streamed down her cheeks as she got up and rushed at the man again. He punched her again, in the throat this time, and she began coughing as he slammed his boot down onto her toes. She screamed and he threw her to the ground, groping her. He held her wrists down with one hand and undid his pants with the other. He bit down on her breast, forcing more tears out of her eyes, and smiled as he forced himself into her. He made her suck his dick, he took her up the ass, and he raped her while twisting her clitoris painfully.

            When he was finished with her, he left the room and she laid there on the ground, sobbing. Gas filtered in through the vents and she went to sleep.

            She woke on a table, each limb tied to a table leg, her forehead secured so she couldn’t turn, and a gag fastened into her mouth. A man stood over her, a small box in his hand. He took a binder clip from his hand and clipped her nose shut. She screamed and struggled, hearing him laugh. She felt like she was going to pass out. He took the clip off, chuckling and put it back in the box, taking a smaller one out. He moved his hand toward her crotch, out of her vision, and she felt an intense pain. She struggled but was unable to move an inch. He reached in the box again, this time, taking out a needle. His hand moved toward one of her breasts, his finger caressing the nipple and his palm cupping it. He bent down and started to suck on it greedily. Then he lifted his head and stuck the needle through. She screamed and made a “mmmm” sound through the gag as he licked it again. He took another needle out and put it through the same nipple.

            “Mmmm,” she moaned.