Torturing Tanya (Part Twelve)
by Paul Mellette
*****
Wade was halfway between the house and the car. The sound of gunfire had made
him nervous and restless and totally unsure of what to do.
Had Paco killed Mel? Had Mel killed Paco? Was his mother still alive? What about
Wendy?
Three shots... and not in immediate succession told him that at least the first
two had not ended the confrontation. He wanted to do something... anything! It
was his mother and his sister who was in danger, as well as Paco. It was his
father who lay dead on the porch, and even though there had been a huge rift
because of the way Dave had treated Tanya and his children in recent months,
Wade still was in shock that there could never be a reconciliation... his father
was gone forever.
What troubled him more was that it looked like he might have died in some kind
of warped drama meant to kill his mother and sister...
Wade's thoughts were interrupted however, when the body of Paco Ruiz came
crashing through the window and landed with a thud on the ground just a few
yards away...
*****
Tanya's last shred of hope had just been vanquished. Big Mel moved slowly toward
her. His evil visage was more horrific than before; his jaw set in greater
determination it seemed... and a more wild look filled that space behind his
eyes...
His chest was covered with blood. The crimson mixed with and matted the hair of
his chest. Tanya could see the liquid ooze from the two wounds. But he still
seemed to be in control... still seemed to be strong enough to see through his
mission... which was the mutilation, torture, and murder of the helpless woman
she had found herself this night...
Mel dropped to his knees again, and moved his mouth close to Tanya's pussy... he
was quite distinct in his plan; no surprises anymore... he grasped his knife...
the one he had used to "circumcise" Vonnie... with one hand and began to gently
run his hand across the pubic hair and the lips of Tanya's vagina...
"I might not live through this night, baby," he said as much to himself as to
her, "but I will finish what I have started."
Tanya had no fight left to her... inside her mind, she could hear a voice
screaming at her to not give in... to not let herself be aroused... that time
was her friend now. Mel could not go on forever and if she could outlast him, he
would bleed to death before he could kill her... before he could steal her
womanhood from her...
"It's kind of fitting, don't you think?" Mel muttered softly, "You remind me so
much of the first... and you'll have the honor of being my last..."
*****
Wade knelt next to Paco. Blood trickled from his mouth and poured from his chest
wound. Several other cuts and scratches added to the scarlet flow that stained
the ground around him...
"It's up to you son," Paco wheezed, "I... tried..."
"What should I do?"
"In the glove box," Paco told him, "... another gun... get it... kill him...
save Tanya..."
And Paco coughed and convulsed on the ground... Wade was torn or just a second
between helping him or his mother... but he knew that Paco was beyond anything
he could do now... and his mother could still be saved...
Racing to the car, Wade jerked open the glove box and retrieved the gun. It was
larger, an old Colt .45. If Wade had had the time, he would have smiled at the
thought of Paco the cowboy... the gunfighter... but he didn't have time...
Wade only delayed for another couple of seconds... as he spied the microphone to
Paco's police radio...
"Officer down, officer down!" he shouted into the microphone as he gripped it
firmly and called out the address to his fathers house...
*****
Mel smiled... death held no fear for him. He knew that eventually his life would
end and he could think of no better way to go out than doing the thing he loved
most... He could feel it beginning... Poor beautiful Tanya... trying so hard to
hold back, but he knew how and where to touch and Mel could feel her beginning
to sway to his touch... he could hear her breathing pattern change... feel her
heart beat with the excitement...
It was such a sweet part of what he did. When he was young... when he had been
powerless with the girls, he had longed to satisfy... to simply bring pleasure
and to have pleasure returned... but it seemed that only when he had sunk to the
lowest levels of depravity had he learned just how to manipulate the female
body... just where to kiss and fondle and touch... and just how to do it... and
it seemed so incredibly ironic that they never responded when he wanted to love,
but they started responding when he had become the monster... the mutilator...
the murderer...
Mel felt weaker than he ever remembered feeling... he wanted to rush things
along, but he knew that to coax the sweet meat of Tanya's clitoris out... to
enable him to slice it like he loved doing... he needed to be totally patient.
He could gouge her with the knife and accomplish the same end result, but Mel
relished having the control; the bringing even the most terror-stricken, the
most disgusted, the most hate-filled woman to the pinnacle of pleasure... and
then to deny them that pleasure... forever...
He could hold on a little while longer... and that was all he really needed...
*****
Tanya watched Mel. She desperately tried to keep her mind on anything and
everything except the feeling between her legs. She knew... this was something
straight out of hell... this dichotomy of pleasure and pain... of fear and
sexual excitement... and for all she'd been through this night, she knew that if
she could just keep control for a short time longer... she might survive the
ordeal after all...
*****
Joe woke from his tortured sleep. It was the moment of truth, he could feel it
deep within his soul. Tanya was facing the ultimate in fear, the face of death
loomed large... He rocked gently on the bed, telling her to hold on... to be
strong... to remember their love and that it... and fate... would see her
through...
*****
Wade moved quickly toward the shattered window. He glanced down at the still
form of Paco Ruiz as he walked by the fallen officer... and hoped that the hero
might be alive still after Wade had rescued his mother.
Wade didn't consider at the time how odd it was to be in this situation. Later
he might wonder why there was no doubt; no rush of fear at being the last line
of defense for his mothers life... and no stark terror at facing off with the
man who had killed his father and quite possibly the man who had tried to do
what he felt a father should be doing...
Wade quietly approached the window... and peering inside wanted to scream in
terror... and in anger... at what he saw; but wisely kept silent as he
calculated his course of action...
*****
Tanya couldn't help herself. God, how she had tried to keep focused on things
that would not stimulate her... but she had made the mistake of thinking of Joe.
She wanted so desperately to hold him; for him to be holding her and telling her
how he loved her and how she was safe... because she knew she would be safe
then... And the thought of him, as it always did, brought a flush of excitement
and she forgot herself for a second... and the external stimulation that Big Mel
was applying... brought him that physical sign of her excitement that he had
been striving for...
*****
With his finger still gently massaging the area of Tanya's emerged clitoris, Mel
slowly moved the scalpel-like blade close to the spot. He had always managed to
shock the woman with the cut... to amputate the clit at a moment of near-climax
while denying them forever that last orgasm... He could feel Tanya's body
climbing that sweet precipice... he knew that any second now he would feel the
increased urgency of the thrusting of her hips and pelvic region toward his
hand... and at that second, he would move his hand out of the way and quickly
perform his twisted surgery.
In his minds eye Mel could already see the look of shock and terror on Tanya's
face... the look of the ultimate female loss... and the resignation that there
was no hope... It was such a hot moment for him. And then, after denying her any
chance for pleasure, he would pound her pussy into chopped meat... while
snacking on her clit... and then he could lay down and die...
*****
He saw the slow movement of Mel's knife hand. Wade had been stunned into silence
and inactivity at the sight of his mother's naked body being stroked... and at
the sight and sound of Tanya's mounting pleasure at the event... but with the
renewed urgency of the situation, Wade acted raised the gun and fired...
*****
The sound of the gunshot broke Tanya's concentration... and she opened her eyes
in time to see the look of shocked-pain on her tormentor's face. It was then
that Tanya realize that something had hit her leg near the knee... and she
looked down to see the bloody stump that had been Mel's cock... and saw the
blood that gushed from the wound and the lifeless tube of flesh that lay on the
bed against her leg...
Mel dropped the knife and it's blade lightly brushed Tanya's inner thigh,
opening a two-inch gash as the razor-sharp blade ran across her skin... The
shock of the cut caused her to grunt against her gag, but it was not discernable
over the sound of the high-pitched scream that was erupting from the severely
wounded criminal...
Then Tanya looked toward the window just in time to see the recoil of the gun in
Wade's hand as he fired his second shot...
*****
"You fucking bastard!" Wade shouted as he fired Paco's Colt. He had aimed for
the center of the mass... something he had learned the first time he had fired a
gun... ironically, one of the things his father had done with him as a young
boy.
However, when you are nervous and you are shooting at a human target for the
first time, it's not as easy as shooting a piece of paper or an elk that you
intend to use as food for your family... but in the end, the bullet did more
damage than if it had hit Mel squarely in the chest...
Wade saw it as if in slow motion; Mel's penis dropping from his body, the first
spurt of blood, the howl of agony that erupted from Mel's throat was drowned in
a second by the sound of the second shot...
*****
Mel turned slightly to face the window. The second bullet slammed into his
throat, ripping out part of his windpipe. His head rocked back and as his hand
instinctively reached for the area, his knees buckled and he fell to the
floor... just as Wade pulled the trigger for the third time... Mel didn't really
see the bullet, but Wade thought he could... as it struck the killer directly in
the eye... and bored into his depraved brain... Mel's head rocked back again...
and the thrust kept him falling backward; his legs twisted beneath him as he hit
the floor in a growing pool of blood and gore...
*****
Wade climbed through the window and slowly made his way toward his mother. Tanya
was sobbing great sobs as Wade pulled the duct tape from her mouth.
"Are you ok Mom?"
"Is... is he... dead?" she asked between sobs.
"Yeah, I think so."
"Untie me then," Tanya said, "I need to check on Wendy."
"We need to check you out, you're bleeding from that cut," Wade interrupted her.
"I'll hold something on it," his mother replied, "I need to check on your
sister."
"Ok," Wade said as he began to use Mel's knife to free his mother from her
bondage, "and I need to see what I can do for Paco..."
And as Tanya rubbed her now free wrists, Wade sliced through the ropes that held
her ankles...
And the sound of sirens began, though still in the distance, began to draw
nearer...
*****
Epilogue
The funerals were simultaneous. Tanya had felt duty bound to attend Dave's. The
world didn't need to know that he had been the cause of his own death and the
mastermind of Tanya's torture. As far as they knew, he was a pawn used by Big
Mel and Vonnie to lure Tanya to her fate and then was killed as he defended her.
It was a noble gesture that left people mourning his death instead of the
truth... but it hurt nobody... Either way, Tanya was free and could begin the
life that destiny had brought her... She looked at the back of the chapel and
saw Joe, his bald head gleaming in the light. He gave her a slight smile; not
one of joy but one of comfort... as she always felt when he looked at her...
*****
Joe had come at once. It was not just a matter that they could now begin their
life together, it was a matter of being there as a comfort to her... and
himself... He had been terrified when he heard just how close he had come to
losing her forever... but he smiled as he realized that his request to their
beloved friend, Fate, had been answered... a miracle had indeed happened. The
entire set of circumstances should have proven fatal to Tanya, but instead
everyone who stood against her had been swallowed by their own evil.
Joe had a thing for poetic-justice and he knew that this was definitely that...
*****
Wade had to be there. He understood from an intellectual standpoint why it was
necessary for his mother to show a public mourning for Dave... and that was how
he referred to him now; he could never again think of the man who had tried to
have his mother tortured and murdered as his father... it terrified him to think
that he was a product of such a man's genes...
Paco Ruiz had been alive when Wade had made it back to him that night. Paco had
gurgled his words, but Wade had leaned close and they had conversed just before
the paramedics arrived... just too late...
"Tanya?"
"She's hurt but ok," Wade had told him.
"Good," Paco smiled slightly but it was a pained expression.
"I'll get her," Wade had offered.
"No," the dying man protested.
"Why? She deserves to know... you love her and you saved her..."
"No," Paco reiterated, "I'm dying... let her live... she need to find
someone..."
"I think she has," Wade told him, "and I think she's going to be happy with
him."
"Good."
"Paco," Tanya's son said, "Thank you."
"My... pleasure," Paco said as he smiled.
"You did what a man should do... what my father should have done..."
"Your dad," Paco explained, "was never quite right, but I... never... believed
he was capable..."
"Paco," Wade broke in again, "from this moment forward, you are my Dad; he is
just the guy who fathered me..."
"Son," Paco said, "I wish it had been me... could have maybe, if I hadn't been
so... scared..."
With tears streaming down his cheeks, Wade knelt on the ground next to Paco...
"You'd have been a good one... Dad," Wade said through his constricting throat.
"Son," Paco said, "please... never tell your mother... she's been hurt
enough..."
"I promise," Wade answered just as the first of the police cars arrived and Paco
Ruiz exhaled his last breath...
*****
The night had given way to daylight. Tanya and Wendy were loaded onto stretchers
and placed in the same ambulance. It was determined that Wendy would be alright,
she had been given a mild sedative that would flow from her system without any
side effects.
Tanya had been mentally tortured but physically aside from the rope burns from
struggling against her bonds and the cut on her thigh, she would be fine. As it
happened, the slice required six stitches to close and left another scar for Joe
to kiss... and she knew he would... and even with the events of the night so
fresh in her mind, she was glad to think of him and his love for her...
Tanya had reached across the gurney and held her daughter's hand in her own...
and despite the swaying of the ambulance and the wail of the sirens, she had
fallen asleep and woke the next day in the hospital, with Wade and Alex by her
side... and a large arrangement of flowers by her bedside with a card that said
Joe was on his way...
*****
Wade stood over the casket and looked at the face of the man who had become so
important to him in such a short time. Tears rolled down his cheeks as he
thought of what might have been. Had Paco said something years earlier, might
this desperate night have even happened? Would Wade have had Paco as a father,
or at least a step-father?
"I swore to you Dad," Wade said as he sniffed back his emotions, "and I'll never
tell her..."
Wade wiped his hand across his face. The line was getting long behind him as
family and friends of the fallen hero came to pay their respects... Wade turned
and walked to the back of the funeral home... and out the door into the mid-day
sunshine...
*****
Mel and Vonnie were unclaimed at the city morgue and were cremated at county
expense after the proper time had expired. Their ashes, and the ashes of several
other transients and unclaimed corpses were scattered in a field behind the
crematorium...
*****
After the graveside service, when most of the people had paid their respects to
Dave and offered their condolences to Tanya, Wendy and Alex; Joe walked toward
her. Tanya told her children to wait for her in the car and she moved toward the
man she loved.
"I'm glad you came," she said as she wrapped her arms around him and held he
head against his chest.
"You knew I had to," Joe said as he held her against him and kissed the top of
her head.
"It's over... finally," she said.
"Yeah."
"I'm glad it's over."
"Me too," Joe agreed, "but I'd have preferred something less... dynamic..."
"I know," she agreed, "And believe me; so would I"
"What are your plans?"
"I have to go now," Tanya told him.
"I know."
"I'll call you later," she said as she pulled away from him, "and we'll figure
out where and when and all that..."
"I'm here... where ever and when ever..."
"I know," Tanya said with a slight smile.
"Hey," Joe said softly as she turned to go.
"What?"
"I love you," he told her.
"I love you too."
"One more thing baby," Joe said as his eyes sparkled as she had come to enjoy.
"What?"
"You look absolutely gorgeous in black."
End
(c) 2002 Paul Mellette
