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Chapter Seven
The Drive.
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I suppose you could say the drive started out uneventful, even boring. I suppose you could say that, and yet it was like no drive I had ever made before and it surely didn't stay uneventful and as usual that was completely my fault. My prick just rules me.
Four of the primest cunts in the world, at least in my world, bound and battered and terrified and all on their ways to a much worsening fate, now I'd say that would count as unique.
It had started to rain, quite heavily at times, and I considered the rain my friend, inclement conditions a mask and an ally. People weren't paying as much attention as they might usually be, when they were more concerned about getting soaked or avoiding an accident. It was Nature's cover for my crimes in progress. And it was such a kick to be stopped at a light, in a mid-sized eastern town, at about one am, with the rain pelting and the wipers flapping and Hack squealing her lungs out, under her gag, since she'd just come to (and felt the pain in her stabbed nipple and roasted cunt), it was such a kick with a cop car facing me, stopped to go through in the opposite direction. I mean, I was sort of breaking the law, and the law was sitting there waiting to drive on and be of no help to any of them at all. Midway through waiting for the light to change, he abruptly made a right turn and was gone, out of sight. I guess he got a call on his radio about a crime in progress.
I think he missed making sergeant or detective or whatever increase in rank would have represented a promotion for breaking the biggest kidnapping story to hit the state in years, most likely ever.
The irony of it all was beyond delicious.
I got sort of pumped from that little episode. It made me feel invincible, like I could fly. Like I could do anything and get away with it. Heck a cop was right in front of me and here I was still truckin' my cargo.
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It made me feel hungry and I came upon an all night Denny's with a really big parking lot. I pulled way to the back, maybe three hundred feet from the building. Any further away and I'd have been in the next state. I had an all black, strong umbrella, I sometimes used it to hide my face when I was casing a woman or hunting her and I made my way to the restaurant and was into the rest room.
I had a god piss and shit and looked at myself in the big plate glass mirror. There was no way you could tell, by looking at me, what I was up to. Fuck I loved it all to Heaven. I was as anonymous as the guy paying for his meal as I brushed past him. I wondered if he could smell all the cunt juices on me, four varieties all mixed together. Judging from his non-reaction I assumed he couldn't.
I was on my way back, in about ten minutes, with a very original order of a burger and fries to go, and an iced tea.
I was into the van, enjoying my snack to the music of Ladd moaning deeply . I decided I should look in on her and my other guests.
Bad idea. Bad, bad fucking idea.
I had constructed the van as follows.
The Van
It was a short, commercial panel with rear doors only and no windows back of the two front seats (definitely not a mini van). I padded it everywhere, in the back using high school gym mats purchased from a surplus store. I further used the same foam, egg crate soundproofing insulation I had for my first jail, my specially designed and built holding facility where I tortured them.
(This was before I'd moved to my current isolated location where none of their noises or screams mattered.)
I closed off the front from the back, just behind the seats, with a spring loaded sliding door, about half the width, that was on rollers set into strong upper and lower tracks. (I'd done welding in school shop and had taken to it again.) The door was rigged to snap shut from its open position and become locked automatically. I could release it from the inside should I become trapped inside there myself. The release was hidden. I also had rigged the passenger seat to roll back into the rear compartment, on rollers and tracks, and become locked there. I could lock the seat from going back and have the sliding door still open. The passenger seat belt, once done up, could only be undone with a special key I'd fabricated.
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An unsuspecting woman, once sitting in this seat, could be sent back into the rear, the sliding door locked shut and she couldn't get out of the seat belt. She could scream her head off, but the padding and sound proofing would hide her cries. For added assurance, I rigged up two of those boom box speakers you always hear, in the smallest cars, about a block away. Turned up full in the back closed off, you couldn't hear yourself think (it actually hurt a bit) and from the outside there was just a hint of the deep base pulsating notes. I had one of those awful rap tapes for the player. The loudest screams could never be heard over such an ungodly racket.
I could see into the back through a small covered window behind my seat and had three ceiling lights which I controlled from the front and the inside. Inside the back, with the door closed it was pitch black. With the light on, it was like daylight and none of the light escaped to show outside.
It was a rolling bear trap, but didn't look like it.
It certainly was a rolling cunt trap and looked even less like it.
It was innocuous, to use the right word.
I kept it spotless and had several magnetic advertising signs which I'd hand painted to look quite professional which I could attach to it at different points. My favorite was the SallyAnn one.
Who would suspect the Salvation Army logo? Once I had used a sign, it was not used again for at least a couple of years. My UNICEF one I only used once for good reason. (That's how I got the Doc and her kid, in another story.)
I'd installed dual gas tanks which gave me a range of seven hundred miles on a single re-fill. I'd be certain to fill up with gas, before and miles from any snatch scene and always paid with cash. I figured I'd thought of everything and pretty well must have because it's been one hundred percent effective for transporting and capturing victims.
I do not cruise in it. Although I had scooped one hitch hiker and wasted her after only a couple of hours. She was more like a skank even thought she was only fourteen. But her nipples were good enough to keep, being inverted and all.
Anyway, normally, I only use it for specific missions.
Rather than use a set of plates I'd stolen, I used a set of six digit ones (from before they'd run out of numbers and went to seven) and covered up the old year with a license plate frame. I bought the plates at an automotive flea market for five dollars. The guy had dozens of sets, so who could know where he got them all from. For my purpose, they weren't stolen. No one was watching out for them and they looked (were) real.
The van was never out of the attached garage, to be seen. I'd taken it out a few times, late at night, to be sure everything worked fine, but it wasn't out in the light of day. I wanted as few as possible to know or remember I had it, or that it existed.
It had several hooks and eyelets for securing victims and it's own supply of cords and ropes. All in all, it was well thought out, designed and fully up to the task I'd designed it for, you might say.
In fact, I do say, I was proud of my own ingenuity.
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As I was recounting, before the detailed description of the van, I was decided to attend to Ladd's moaning and see how my other guests were. I looked through the little trap door behind my seat and, in the faint light, all I could see was a wiggling pile.
I really needed to go right on in.
The sight made my cock itchy.
I closed the bigger sliding access door shut behind me and turned the three overhead lights on. It was plenty bright and absolutely none of it escaped from the inside out. I'd checked it very carefully when my modifications were completed.
It's almost impossible to know where to start.
Certainly the biggest thing was Hack coming too and her squealing at all various levels and tones, like a pig stuck a hundred times, all under her tape gag. Also every so often she started thrashing and writhing. I'd installed extra heavy duty suspension in the van, so that, along with the gym mat padding, the van wasn't moving at all. But Hack sure was.
I guess what was left of her nipple hurt unbearably and don't forget the torch to her canal, and incidentaly her ass hole. For now, she was the worst off of the four.
Much to my delight and satisfaction, they were all conscious by now, some, somewhat groggy, but all aware. That was always one of the biggies, for me, that they know and be aware.
I was closest to Smith and knelt down to check on her. She hollered under her gag, the tape again wrapped a dozen times around her beautiful head. I pulled her arm up to see her breast and cupped her. I was onto her bare nipple with my fingers to pinch her and then got my teeth to her. I wanted to taste just a little more of her tit blood so I got the smallest bit between my teeth and bit through.
Fuck, could she scream some more, and lower than I'd expected, and then so much higher, like it started in her toes and blew out the top of her head. And how her neck muscles could strain. Of course, she'd taken the poker in her cunt and was feeling the full effects. I guess she had a right to complain and holler.
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She'd bled some down her leg but not a whole lot so the injury must have been more superficial but still hurt like stink. I'd fuck her first when I got them settled back at my place. Smith was always my favorite.
I sat on Fawcett to see the damage the poker had done to her cunt also. It had done her pretty good and there was more blood down her legs. I'd punctured the back of her inner labia and was a bit into her wall, but still not really deep. I'd probably just hit more blood vessels than in Smith. More nerve endings? Still she was making more of a mess than I appreciated. I had an oily rag in the front I used for checking the engine and retrieved it and stuffed it into her cunt to contain the bleeding. You'd think I'd used a ham or something else too big. She kicked like the devil, so it was getting interesting. It was like an aerobics class, a vigorous work out, but they were all hog tied and plenty uncomfortable. But I didn't give an air plane's fuck how twisted they ended up. They were in for so much worse.
Hack was the last one I visited. I wasn't sure and didn't notice right away but the rope connecting her bound wrists behind her back to her bound legs had come undone. She'd managed to work it lose or one of the others had, in the dark, managed to undo it.
Whatever, it was a big fucking mistake for her.
Anyhow, she was laid out straight, face down but partly over Smith, by now. I guess she figured I was done with Smith and might not notice, but it was kind of hard not to with her ass in the air. Her hips were over Smith's upper legs so it put her rear well into my face.
I just looked at her like a wolf.
That couldn't wait.
I didn't need to or want to wait.
God her fucking ass was beautiful and that's just what it was, an ass for the fucking, an ass for the taking, again.
I yelled at them all, 'Shut the fuck up. Stop it with the whining and sniveling. The next cunt I hear squawking gets a knife in her nipple.'
They tapered off and then they were relatively quiet, just soft distressed moaning and some hard and fast breathing like I was going to be doing, in a moment.
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I went right to Hack and took her sweet face, her angelic face in my hands. I'd turned, more like twisted her head to the side to talk to her.
'You flunked the test, remember?'
She just looked, sort of blank.
I pulled her hair hard at the side.
'Remember?'
She didn't know what the Hell I was referring to. Which test? And I couldn't really remember either, but it sounded good, like a valid excuse to do it to her again.
'And I told you I was going to rape you if you flunked, right?'
I was holding her head now by the hair, quite cruelly and her face and expression said, 'No. No, please no. Not again.'
'And I fucked you and some more?'
She just looked.
Even all distorted and tied up like that, with her mouth taped, I could see the confusion in her eyes, in her expression.
What was I getting at?
'Think about what else I said.'
I just gazed at her loving the electricity of the moment.
'Come on, think about what else.' I continued.
I looked at her like I loved her because I was about to.
I slapped her raised ass.
'Remember?'
She was still in a fog.
I slapped her again, but held my fingers on her, squeezing one cheek.
'Remember about this?'
She was starting too.
I slid my fingers between her cheeks hard against her rectum.
Now she remembered.
Somewhere, sometime, before I'd buggered her, I'd said I was going to and now I was up for a replay.
I stood up and dropped my pants, took them off and the new pair of Ladd's briefs I'd put on.
Hack exploded in a frenzy of twisting and turning. She was trying to get her ass out of position for being buggered again. I grabbed her hard by the hair on both sides of her head.
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'You fucking hold still for this, or I'm going to kill one of the others, right now. Right fucking now. I don't care which one but her death will be on your hands, on your head. Do you understand?' I spit it out fierce.
The others were squirming and crying now too.
'Do you understand?'
She shook her head, 'no'.
I suppose it wasn't no, I don't understand but no, don't do it. No. No. No. don't do it.
'No.' Then I'll show you.
I yanked on her hair harder. Some came out, by the roots, in my hand.
'Cheryl. That's the one I'm going to kill and I'll show you why.'
I was able to stretch Ladd across the pile, into position to get her crushed nipple in front of Hack's face. I was cupping Ladd with my hand so the damage was hidden. She was like a sack of pain, not squirming now, just squealing and squeaking. I had her tit about a foot from Hack's eyes and took my hand away.
Her crushed nipple was paper thin since all its guts were still out and gone away.
I have never seen such a look, first of confusion and then recognition and then spectacular horror. It took her a moment to process what she was seeing but when she did, she moaned as loud as a cow that was really mad. I let Ladd drop where she was.
'So you see why. I might as well kill her since she'll be better off any way. Right?'
Now Hack shook her head, 'no' vigorously. She just kept shaking her head like she was trying to shake the image of what she'd just seen out of her head, out of her awareness.
'So that's it. I'll kill her?'
I could hear her muffled. ' No don't. Don't kill her. No don't. OK OK.'
'OK? Good. So you understand now you have to hold still while you get it in the ass? And don't worry about your hemroid, I've taken care of it. It's gone. Evaporated, ppffff.'
She slowly nodded. 'yes', in terror.
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'Fine. Now hold still.'
I was around to her asshole again.
Her cheeks, her buns were the tightest, most clearly defined of them all. Lily white like alabaster with the tiny hemroid burn decorating the edge of her sphincter. I ran my hand right into her pucker. She tightened. I pinched the burn and slid my finger into her anus. She was tight like a fig, almost like a cervix which can't be penetrated normally. I pulled my finger out and pushed my thumb into her vagina. Considering how her clit was torn, I got a real screech out of her for that effort. I was back to her backside, her pucker. I spread her cheeks as wide as I could and slid my prick head along her, positioned for the target.
It was like a little bull's eye on a dart board and about the same size. Darts would go well with it.
She was shaking like a leaf in a storm.
I wiggled my knob into her cavity and got the head pretty well all in.
I held the position, like I was pining her with a pointer. I sort of wiggled back a bit, raised up another bit, and dropped down hard and in, to thrust her. Her hips exploded. She tried to buck me off but I was too far in. Now I could reach forward and grabbed onto her chest as I pumped.
I could feel Smith's upper legs under the back of my hand, and I reached in and squeezed her cunt too. Smith bucked up which pushed Hack up even further. It all was so perfect. It couldn't have been any better.
Hack was like fucking an angel on crack. Like she was possessed. I'd yank down on her tits to drive myself in further and then push her head down to pull back for the next ram. I was tossing her back and forward, like a pit bull with a cock-a-poo. It didn't matter how she arched or twisted, my boner was firmly between her cheeks, again but for some reason, this time was better. Maybe because the other three were there for the spectacle and they were also under her, like a mattress. I made it last probably twenty minutes and then blew her a load like a geyser. Old faithful in her asshole, again. And I knew again it would be.
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I collapsed on her, still in her, and she was crying for real.
Smith was too, more, and they all were sobbing.
They all were so close and witnessed it. Felt the movements and my thrusts.
I was satisfied and pulled out after about five minutes.
'That. Well that was pretty spectacular. Don't you think?'
She was sort of dazed.
'Just fucking great.'
I don't think she agreed.
I twisted her on to her side.
'Well that's two out of three. Now I only have to fuck your tits.' I grabbed the stabbed one and squeezed and twisted.
She gave a sharp yelp and flashed me her hatred.
'This one. This is the one for me to fuck.'
I squeezed her harder.
'Don't you think? That's the last of the deal then?'
She just shook her head in disbelief.
'No? Not, no. This is the tit, but let me make sure.'
I punched her again, her tit again, hard flat, full to the front of it.
She jerked forward and down to double over, to protect herself.
'Not so fast.'
I twisted her again to face up and raised my arm and brought an elbow smash straight down.
Now that was a serious score, a serious hit.
Her sliced nipple started bleeding again.
I loved that tit, but you'd never know it and I wanted it good and tender and good and swollen for when I grinded across her.
My balls could already feel it and my rod knew just what to do.
Now she went out cold and I was very satisfied. The others were in various stages of whimpering and crying and I'd had enough of them like that.
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I dressed and was back to the front of the van. I finished my cold burger which had so rudely been interrupted.
Inter-ruptured?
And gulped my cold drink which really hit the spot.
And was merrily, merrily on my way again.
I suppose that should have been four merrily's, one for each of them.
The rest of the drive was as uneventful as the first half before I'd pulled into Denny's.
If only there hadn't been for Denny's.
I'm sure Hack would have agreed if she'd known about it at all, when all she knew now was she was in for a tit fucking across a ruptured tit and she was going to have trouble shitting and fucking would be so much more worse. She wasn't so upper crust any more. She trembled just like the rest of them.
I pulled into my attached garage at two-thirty in the morning and all was secure and safe.
They were secured. (and safe?)
The eagle had landed and they were now endlessly trapped.
None would leave from that house.
Shit, did I have some great days and months ahead.
And I just knew, for certain, I'd be adding to my nipple collection. More at once, than I'd ever done before.
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