ALTERNATE EROTICA |
Isis's Second Version Of The Story
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Isis’s Rape Story
(FM, FF, F-sub, tort, viol (inc manslaughter), rape, M-sub, oral, anal) n.b. This story was written at Isis's request with the specific intent of being a real rape story where the victim was non-consensual. Isis has an interest in stories of real rape. I suspect she was unhappy with the amount of obvious fantasy I was putting into it. I couldn't help it, this subject does not sit easily with me. In the end she finished with me before it was complete and so far as I am aware has never read the end. To be honest I suspect she would not approve of what I have done with it. I think she would rather have seen the girls left as simple victims of a rapist who gets away to do it again. Read the story and let me know what you think. Before we split we did agree that the story should be posted with a disclaimer. Neither Isis nor myself condone or support real rape in any way, shape or form. Rape of a non-consenting person is ALWAYS wrong.
I hear the door push open and a man's voice exclaim "What the fuck..." I tense, this isn't the rehearsed speech I know so well. Then I sit up and lift the blindfold, and I gasp. A complete stranger is standing in my door way openly ogling my body with a bemused look on his face. "Get out, how dare you walk into my home uninvited, leave now before I call the Police." Suddenly realising I am completely naked, I grab the nearest garment which happens to be a robe and pull it around me, his eyes following every move. He makes no attempt to leave. "Didn't you hear me? I said get out", I say as I move towards the door to wrench it open further, but before I can reach it, he has kicked the door shut with his foot and leaned across it. I suddenly realise I could be in trouble, and that I had better get him out of my flat before things turn nasty. "I'm expecting someone any moment, He'll be here any minute, and if you go I promise I'll forget all about this misunderstanding, please go". "Misunderstanding?" he laughs, "A slut kneeling on the carpet naked and waiting to be fucked! How can that be a misunderstanding? I was looking for number 31 but I think I've found a better offer here, so, no, I think I'll stay if that's all right with you." 'Knock, knock'. The noise makes us both jump. My appointment is here at last and I open my mouth to call out, but he is across the room with his hand clamped across my mouth before I can utter a word. I struggle to no avail, his hand is viciously pressed into my mouth and his other hand is leisurely exploring inside my robe. "Keep quiet Bitch" he hisses, "or I really will hurt you." We stay like this for what seems like hours but in truth it is only minutes. My 'date', obviously thinking I had given up on him and gone out, gives up and leaves. I am now truly alone with this monster. With his hand still across my mouth he drags me towards the bedroom. I start to struggle in earnest, the whole horror of what he might do to me has began to dawn on me.
I bite down on his hand hard. Muttering curses, he quickly removes his hand and I seize my chance to make a run for the bedroom door. Pain explodes in my head, the bastard has grabbed me by the hair and I turn gasping and try to claw his face with my nails. SLAP, he hits me across the face and I collapse sobbing on the floor. "You fucking bitch! You whore, don't you ever bite me again, IS THAT CLEAR!" Grabbing my face in his hands he shouts in my face, "Okay Bitch, do you understand or do I have to hurt you"? I nod, tears streaming down my face. Why, oh why, wasn't I more careful with my games? I should have left the door closed and locked. I sob uncontrollably, but he is totally unmoved by this and proceeds to pull my robe from me, exposing my breasts. "Nice tits, let's see the rest of you, you weren't so shy earlier." I'm pulled up onto the bed, I try to cover myself, but he just laughs and slaps my hands away. "Mmmm, nice body, how about a nice kiss". His lips are pressing against mine and I can feel his tongue trying to force it's way into my mouth. I shake my head from side to side but it's no use, he's too strong. I lay there while his tongue rapes my mouth. Oh my God, his hands are probing down there, forcing their way in my vagina, I try to pull my legs together but he just forces his knee between my legs. Rough fingers invade inside me, it hurts, he is so rough, panting in my ear telling me that he's going to rape me good and proper and that I deserve it for being such a slut. I struggle underneath him and manage somehow to free one leg. Lifting it sharply I knee him in the groin. He laughs and calls me a feisty bitch and tells me that he likes the ones that struggle, it turns him on more, so I should go ahead. I cry out in misery and helplessness, how can I fight this?
Tired of having to hold me down so he can molest me, he pulls the tie of my robe off and turning me on my back, forces both my hands behind my back and ties them together tightly. "That will stop you struggling Bitch. Now I'm going to get my hard cock out and you are going to suck on it, and don't even think of biting it Whore, or I'll hurt you bad". I lay there helpless, my arms and hands hurting, they are bound so tightly, watching him slowly unzip his trousers and release the most huge cock I've seen in a long time. My eyes widen, I'll never be able to take it all. He sees my look and laughs, "Yes, all the ladies get scared when they see this monster, suck it good baby". My head is pulled roughly forward and 9 inches of hard cock is forced into my mouth......
"I think you're even better than that blonde bitch in 31", he says as he continues abusing my head. "That cunt won't realise how lucky she is when she finds out what happened to you tomorrow. I've been planning on doing her for weeks now, so you were quite unlucky that I slipped on that wet landing outside your door and accidently pushed it open. Maybe I should take you up there and do her anyway, what do you think, Bitch?" And with that he lets go of my hair, grabs my ears tightly and pulls my head right down onto him, forcing the huge cock right into my throat, which instantly protests, trying to expel the monstrous invader. My stomach is just about to join the effort when he pulls me off of himself, but only long enough for me to recover the urge to vomit. Then he forces himself right back in, repeating the process over and over. He is obviously getting off on the instinctual contractions in my throat, but not enough to lose himself in the moment. I am horrified at the prospect of being abused like this in front of another woman, even if it is just another whore like myself. The fact that she is a friend of mine makes it all the worse. He keeps on talking, quite calmly, but with a vicious, sadistic overtone, as he continues to rape my head. "I did a black haired bitch in Manchester last month, so I was quite looking forward to doing a blonde, especially with nice long, straight hair and big tits like hers, instead of which I've ended up with medium black hair and little ones again. What's her name anyway, and don't give me any of that Sandy nonsense, I'm not stupid enough to think that's her real name"!
My tormentor pulls out from my mouth and twists my ears, forcing me to look up at him. "Jane, her name's Jane", I splutter out. "Good girl," he says. "I knew it began with J so I believe you, luckily for you. Now, let's get your head back where it belongs - all round a nice big cock!" And with that he forces my head back onto his massive organ, pulling me onto him till my face is tight into his pubic hair and my throat spasming on the huge lump of meat buried deep into it. I am feeling more afraid than I have ever been before, and it's nothing to do with the organ currently blocking off my air supply. It's because I have realised who he is from what he just said. This is no casual rapist taking a freebie and hoping I won't involve the police because of who I am and what I do. This is the man the police have warned us all about, the man they seem unable to catch, who's regularly made the headlines across the whole country and even in several European and American cities. They've been trying to catch him in the full glare of the press for at least two years now. As I'm forced back onto his cock I think selfishly that it might be better if he did take me up to Jane's. She is very fit and does kick-boxing so the two of us might have a marginally better chance of overpowering him.
"Suck harder Bitch, I'm nearly there. Use your tongue, harder". the grip on my hair tightens as his thrusts quicken and my head is pulled brutally back and forth in a rocking horse motion, but this is no fair ground ride which I can get off any time I choose. "Aaaaaaargghhh! I'm coming Bitch, swallow every drop you cunt". Waves of salty cum flood the back of my throat and it's all I can do to stop myself choking to death on this tide of spunk. I swallow deeply to rid my mouth of the foul taste of his spunk and his moans fill my ears as a few rivulets of escaping cum run down my chin. Thankfully his thrusts are now subsiding along with his cock and at long last the phallic invader is pulled from my mouth, but obviously this psycho isn't done with degrading me as I am ordered to lap up all remnants of cum from his now flacid cock, and be quick about it or else. I do a good job of cleaning, using long strokes of my tongue, licking over and under the shaft, even around his balls and pubic area. My nose wrinkles at the smell, personal hygiene is obviously not his strong point, but very wisely I decide not to mention this.
"Not a bad blow job for a two-bit whore, now I think it's time for a drink so let's see what you keep in your fridge. You rest your pretty arse while I'm gone." Pushing me backwards on to my bound hands, which sends fresh bouts of pain through my arms and hands, he leaves the bedroom. Laying there trying to shift the weight off my aching arms I listen to him opening my fridge and helping himself to my booze. I bet the rotten bastard will forget to bring something for my parched and abused throat. Wriggling my fingers I try and loosen the bonds but it's no good, they are bound nice and tight and no amount of wriggling is going to loosen them. The shrill ring of the phone jolts me, this brings him rushing back into the bedroom wielding a can of beer in his fist, and I stare fearfully at him, wondering if he is going to answer the phone or let the answer machine pick up. The machine saves me the trouble of asking by clicking on and we listen in silence as my message is played.
"Hi Alison, this is Jane from along the hall. I wondered if you wanted some company tonight, my seven o'clock didn't show. Probably couldn't get away from the wife, the hen-pecked tosser! Anyway I fancy a drink so call me if you're up for it, bye". An evil smirk crosses his face making him look even more psychotic. "Oh, you definitely do want company baby, a nice three-some is just what I need, haven't had one of those since '89. Unfortunately one of the bitches wouldn't play nicely and ended up in hospital, but I know you wouldn't be so stupid will you? I shake my head, fear welling up inside me. This guy is obviously bent on a mega sexual marathon and now poor Jane is going to be dragged into it as well. Maybe I should try screaming but I had all my walls sound proofed for the benefit of my 'noisier' customers, and besides, shouting would only provoke a violent reaction from Mr. Rapist here so I stay subservient and silent with my head bowed.
"What's her number Bitch"? Picking up the receiver he thrusts it in my face. "You will invite her to join you for a drink, and don't even think about telling her you are being held captive. If you do I will beat you with an inch of your life and then go and do the same to your friend after I've raped her in every orifice and she's begging me to kill her". I beg and plead, telling him that if he spares Jane I'll do whatever perverted act he desires, he just laughs and says he can do anything he wants to me anyway and to fucking hurry up and make to call before he really loses patience. Realising resistance is futile I give him the number and watch while he taps it into the dial. The phone is pressed to my ear and, leaning close to the phone, he listens in while I tell Jane to come to my flat for a few drinks and a girly chat. She promises to be there in ten minutes and hangs up.
"Brilliant, now you lay here like a good girl while I arrange a welcoming party for your friend and then the fun will really begin". Advancing towards me with a pair of my panties and some duct tape, the panties are roughly forced into my mouth and sealed in place with a large strip of duct tape. Leaning towards me he squeezes my breasts roughly and laughing softly leaves the room. Tears course down my cheeks, I'm totally unable to prevent poor Jane from being raped or worse and I wonder what perverted things he has in store for us both. As I hear the door bell ring, I know I haven't got long to wait....
"No, no", he says. "I'm a friend, not a client, and I'm leaving in a moment. Alison's just a bit busy in the bedroom at present so she asked me to let you in. You're Jane, right"?
"Yes, should I wait here or go on through", she asks. I can hear her walking towards the bedroom, and the door of my flat closing. As she comes into the room and sees me tied up and gagged on the floor the expression on her face goes from cheerful to surprised to amazed to fear, and finally settles on anger, all in about three seconds. The rapist appears in the doorway with a large kitchen knife which he nonchalantly starts to clean out his nails with.
"You stupid fuckin' bitch", Alison screams. "Why the fuck didn't you use the secret code word when you called"? I shake my head. I was so scared I never even thought of it until Alison mentioned it. I can't believe I forgot all about it and just lie there shaking my head from side to side. "You're a stupid, dizzy bitch at the best of times, but this really takes the biscuit. Not only have you managed to get yourself in a fix, but you've dragged me into it as well"! And with that she leans down and gives me a vicious, back-handed slap across the cheek, hard enough to rattle my teeth. It actually hurts more than anything the rapist had done to me and I stare at her, stunned for a moment, before bursting into tears again.
"Well, it looks like you and me are going to have to get acquainted whether I like it or not", Jane purrs as she turns to face him. She's put on her sexy persona in an instant, something you get good at in our profession. Sashaying across to him she slides her hand gently across the hard ridge his cock is making in his trousers, whispering into his ear. He smiles, but it's not the contented smile of someone who has just been offered something nice, it's the twisted smile of someone who has just come up with a cunning plan to do evil. I watch, horrified, as his hands come slowly up behind her, taking her in his embrace. He looks straight at me, his eyes laughing cruelly at me over Jane's shoulder as she continues to whisper into his ear, before suddenly grabbing her hair with one hand, pulling her head back violently to expose her throat which he jabs the end of the knife into.
"So you want to give head do you, you fuckin' slut. And you think that you give the best blow job in the world. There's three billion women out there so the chances of you being the best at anything are minimal. However, I'm a generous man and I think I'll give you a chance to prove your claim. You obviously don't mind doing a deal to save your sorry ass, so I'll offer you one". He pushes her away and reaches down to rip my gown open, leaving me exposed from the waist down. Then he lunges at Jane, grabbing her and forcing her up against the wall, his free hand around her throat and the other pushing the knife up into the underside of her right breast. Jane's confidence has evaporated, she looks petrified. "Here's the deal, you cunt. I'm going to rape one of you up the arse in a minute and at the moment it's going to be you. But if you're the world's greatest oral sex expert, as you just claimed, you should be able to avoid that by making her come using only your tongue. That's it, you make her come and she gets it up the arse instead of you. Now just you feel what you'll be missing". He forces Jane's hand onto his massive member. She seems shocked at the size of it, even though she felt it herself just a few moments ago. Our rapist thinks he's given Jane a huge moral dilemma to resolve, but I know differently. Jane is bisexual and I know she doesn't do anal. I think it's fairly safe to say that a whore that doesn't do anal isn't saving it for her boyfriend. Or girlfriend. There's no doubt in my mind what she's going to do and I don't know which fills me with more dread, the thought of being abused by a woman while a man watches, or the thought of his huge cock in my delicate anus. I'm sure it won't take his huge cock without damage, even though I regularly take normal sized men that way, but the idea of being licked by a woman is totally repulsive. My pussy feels totally dry and as Jane comes towards me I feel quite sure she will not succeed. I beg her with my eyes not to do this, but it's obvious she's going to.
As she kneels between my legs she says "Sorry", and I think what a bitch she is. She's going to put me through this, and all for nothing. I won't come and she'll get her arse raped anyway. I can see amusement in the eyes of our attacker and close my eyes as she lowers her head towards my pussy, trying to blot out what is happening to me.
"You Bitch' Jane shouts, "just because you don't want it up the arse. Well neither do I, and as your stupidity put us in this mess, you can bloody well get us out of it". With that outburst she pulls my thighs roughly apart and shoves her face between my legs, lapping her tongue in circular movements around my clit. Despite everything I find myself becoming turned on by Jane's gently probing tongue, my legs part by themselves and I start to moan softly.
"I do believe the bitch is getting turned on, all you whores are the same! Worthless pieces of trash to be used and abused. Suck the bitch's cunt out dry, Whore, or you will be feeling my cock up your arse not her's."
This talk from our rapist 'friend' has Jane renew her effort to get me off one hundred percent. My cunt has never seen such sucking, lapping, nibbling, tongueing in all it's years in service but still it isn't quite enough to get me off and eventually he loses patience. Jane's face is yanked away with such force that her teeth graze my left thigh and leave a set of imprints behind. Jane is forced stomach first on to the floor and before my horrified eyes the rapist forces his huge cock inside Jane's arse without any pleasantries what so ever. Jane shrieks so loud that I am surprised when no police came to bang down the door, her face contorted in agony. I don't think that even in her own worst nightmares she imagined anal sex to be this painful. I watch in horror and relief, relief that it isn't me that the bastard is sodomising in such a brutual way. My relief is to be short-lived, after five minutes of solid pumping away at Jane's arse he looks straight at me and announces that Jane's arse is too loose from his huge cock for him to enjoy it anymore and he'd better enjoy mine now. I shake my head from side to side, surely the bastard is kidding. But no, he throws Jane aside like a finished chicken bone and flips me over and proceeds to fuck my arse. It hurts like hell and I scream into my gag, tensing my body, which only makes the pounding of his member into my arse more painful. He is so intent on his raping of my arse that he doesn't see Jane stagger to her feet and aim a kick right at his head. As I mentioned before Jane is an accomplished kick boxer and the kick is full on. WHAM! Straight in the head. He falls forward, knocked out cold, and falls out and off me onto the floor.
"Mmmmmmmhhh,' I cry through the gag, meaning 'untie me'. Jane pulls the gag from my mouth and gasping fresh air I cry, "I'm sorry Jane, I forgot the warning, it's all my fault. God I'm so stupid'.
"Forget it, let's call the police and get this sick bastard locked up where he belongs". Reaching for the phone, Jane started to dial 999.
"No, wait, let's give the sick pig a taste of his own medicine before we call the law".
Jane stares at me in amazement for a full minute before understanding dawns. Then a slow smile spreads across her face and she slowly replaces the receiver.
"Good, in that drawer over there you will find some handcuffs, ropes and a ball gag. Get them, untie me, and then we can really have some fun with this sick puppy, and I can tell you Jane, when you and I have finished with him, he'll be begging for the police and a nice comfy prison cell".
Five minutes later he is trussed up like a chicken with the ball gag adding a nice finishing touch. A bucket of cold water soon brings the bastard around and he emerges from his little nap to see both Jane and I staring down at him, Jane with a ten inch whip in her hand and me with an eight inch dildo in mine. His face is contorted in disbelief and muffled noises sound from the gag. Jane viciously kicks him in the ribs and leaning forward softly says, "Welcome to your worst nightmare Darling.........."
I feel quite shocked as that is considerably further than I'd even thought of going, until I notice that she is giving me a big wink. Our rapist's eyes, on the other hand, are almost out on stalks and his ball-bag has gone so tight his nuts have almost disappeared inside him. "I wonder what his name is?" she muses as she turns back to him. "I bet it's Kevin, or something really nerdy like that. Either that, or it's something totally common and shitty like Darren. I bet you still live with your Mum, don't you, you pathetic bastard."
She retrieves his wallet from his trousers and we open it up. Jane pockets the small amount of cash and I note, with some surprise, that he has a full set of normal ID in there. His name is Jason, which I think is somewhere in between Kevin and Darren, and there is a picture of a middle aged woman, who must be his mother. He nods in confirmation when I show it to him and ask, and I make a big play of wiping my arse with the tiny picture, ensuring that he can see exactly what I'm doing. The blood streaked image is the proof that my worries about accommodating his huge cock in my tiny rear opening were well founded. I roll it up and wedge it into one of the holes in his ball-gag while Jane has a good look through the other contents of the wallet.
"As I recall, the police have masses of DNA evidence linking you to all the attacks around the country", she starts. "The only thing they've not managed to do is figure out how you get to so many different places, and therefore find you to test you and link you to all the crimes. But everything they need is in here, isn't it. You work for Acme Tours driving a coach. Only one of their drivers will have had an itinery that covers the crimes. These bus tickets show how you get between the coach station and the crime scenes. The credit card and debit card are bound to place you in the right places as well. That means you're done for Jason. We can do what we like to you because you won't be coming back to get us, you'll be in prison. We can just remove all the evidence that we were near you and that you were here, dump you in a field, and make sure the police get this little lot and directions on where to find you. They'll have their man and we'll have our revenge. Not to mention all the other poor cows! After what you've done to them I don't think anyone is going to be too bothered about us so long as we don't actually kill you." And with that she viciously slashes him across the chest with the whip. Jason grunts into the gag so hard with the sudden pain that he blows the picture out, so I stick it on his forehead instead.
"I think it might be better if we did kill him," I suggest. "After all, nobody knows he's here. Even if he left clues at his home they would lead to No. 31, and that way we'd know for certain that he could never come back for us. I'm sure Jerome could square getting rid of him for us."
"Jerome's our pimp," Jane adds for Jasons benefit. "I think it would be best if we ask him what to do. He certainly knows what he's doing. The Pigs never got anywhere near him after he sorted out those Asians who tried to take a piece of his drugs thing on the other side of town."
"OK, we'll do that then, but let's have a bit of fun with this bastard first," I say. "In fact Jerome might fancy giving us a hand with that as well. Have you ever sucked off a big black dong before Jason? I bet you haven't, have you?" And with that I whack him over the top of the head with my own big black dong. Jason grunts and collapses unconscious again. It isn't particularly hot in the room but for some reason he is sweating profusely!
"I don't mind if I do," Jane grins evilly, waving the whip through the air with a swishing sound. Jason has started to come round and is trying to lift his head. I grind it viciously back into the carpet with my stiletto heels and mumbled grunts emit from the gag.
"Careful Alison, we don't want to damage his face in case Jerome decides it has to look like an accident." Jane steps to the side of Jason's prone body, lifts the whip with a flourish, and cracks one right bang in the middle of his arse. WHACK!
"Take that you bastard, and that." WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! Jane's face is bright red with the exertion of swinging her arm back to the shoulder and really laying into Jason's arse. I begin to feel rather sorry for him, his face is contorted with pain and he's trying desperately to crawl away from Jane's brutal assault but to no avail. The blows keep raining down on his rapidly reddening arse and I can actually see welts beginning to form.
"God, my fucking arm is aching, here you take over while I get my breath back." I gladly take the whip from Jane's hand and give Jason's arse a few more stripes across it. Jason is now moaning pitifully and seems to have given up trying to escape the lashing. He seems resigned to his fate, but we haven't even started yet. Tossing the whip to one side I push him over onto his back with my foot and gazing into his tear stained face explain the next torment in full.
"See this dildo Jason?" Brandishing the 8 inch cock in my hand I tap it repeatedly into the other hand. His eyes never leave the dildo.
"Well this is going to go into your arse and I mean all of it, right up to the hilt, and what's more, I'm not going to use lubricant. What do you think about that Mr. Pervert? Not so cocky now, are we?"
Jason starts to scream behind the gag and trys to crawl across the carpet like a crab. His arse must be killing him, putting pressure on it like that.
"Pull the gag out of his mouth Jane, I want to hear the bastard scream and beg." As soon as Jane removes the gag, Jason is begging and pleading to be let free. He'll give himself up, anything, just don't stuck that thing up his arse. Reaching down I slap him hard across the face.
"Too late Wanker. You didn't show Jane or me any mercy, why should we show you any? This is for all the women you've raped and abused. Jane, turn him over and hold his legs wide, I want his arse hole stretched wide for easy access." Jane easily flips him over and holds his legs wide open as I push the dildo hard and viciously into his resisting bum hole. An almighty scream erupts from Jason's mouth.
"Blimey," Jane exclaims, "He's got a pair of lungs on him hasn't he?" In, out, in, out, I shove the dildo right up to the stem, twisting it side to side and then straight up and out. A few drops of blood appear on the dildo.
"Aahhh, look our Jason was a virgin Jane, look here's his virgin blood." Jane peers at Jason's arse. "I think you're right Alison, the boys in prison will be grateful to us for breaking him in for them."
Jason sobs aloud. "Please I can't take anymore, do anything but not this, I can't take it anymore."
"Aahh," Jane croons, "Is our little Jason scared? Well you should be, you fucker, 'cos we haven't finished with you yet. Alison, leave the dildo in and give me a hand turning him over and we'll start on his cock too." I dutifully help turn him over and note with no surprise that poor Jason is totally flacid. Obviously an eight inch dildo doesn't do it for him. Jane steps on his groin and grinds her heel into his scrotum, howls echo around the apartment. I grin across at Jane, she is enjoying this immensely and so am I. I could get used to this role reversal and so could Jane I think..............
"Did that hurt a bit?" says Jane, pulling it out again. Jason nods. "Oh, I can't believe that little thing, all covered in soft cotton wool, can have really hurt you." she says, in a childish voice. "This might though." And she ruthlessly shoves my mascara applicator brush straight into his cock. I hadn't even noticed her pick it up, but then, she was a dipper before taking up whoring. Jason obviously wasn't expecting it either and gives out the loudest and most bloodcurdling scream yet, so loud I automatically put my hands over my ears.
"Jesus, you mad bitch. I know this place is semi sound proofed but we'll have half the block round here in no time if you keep that up." She just smiles at me and glances down at the ball-gag. I get the message and put it back on Jason, a little bit tighter this time.
"Won't that thing damage his tubes when you pull it out now the bristles are all squashed back the wrong way," I ask, a little nervously, and Jane reassures me that she couldn't care less. It's quite obvious that Jason cares quite a lot!
We decide that we ought to clean up a bit. Jasons rape of us has made quite a lot of mess so we start off by cleaning ourselves up a bit and then Jane brings in a bowl and starts cleaning Jason up, not because we care about him, just to stop him messing us up again. The little mascara brush is still stuck in Jasons cock, right up to the handle and as Jane starts to clean his cock I get an idea. I join Jane in bathing Jason, but where she is just washing him, I am giving him an erotic soapy massage. Jane stops what she is doing and looks at me as if I am mad, then sits back to see what will happen, realising that there must be some reason for what I'm doing. I start talking to him, telling him what a wonderful, large, manly cock he has. I use all the same old lines I always use with my clients, the hurry on lines, as we call them. As always it starts to work and Jason is beginning to get hard. His cock lengthens, but the shaft of the brush can't. The handle won't go down the tube so the brush has to come up. The pain is obviously excruciating and he starts to go limp again. My ministration then make him hard again. I keep the cycle up for fifteen minutes until he's starting to get immune to me, then Jane adds a few tricks of her own to make him rise to the occasion. Eventually we get to the point where nothing we do gets a rise out of him. The brush is obviously causing considerable discomfort for him now, even when he is limp, so it must have made him rather sore in there.
"Well, that was was fun while it lasted," says Jane. "All we need to do now is shove a bog brush up his arse so he's got a matching pair!" We both laugh at her joke. Then look at each other seriously, then at Jason. He knows what we're thinking and is obviously terrified.
"Roll him over," I say, matter of factly, as I go to get the brush from the toilet.
Toilet brushes are one of those things you use but never really look at. I'm surprised to see that mine is an inch in diameter before the bristles even start! I go back via the kitchen and pour some cooking oil over it in the sink. Luckily the brush hasn't been used recently and is dry so the oil sticks to it. After shaking off the excess I go back to the bedroom, twirling the brush as I go to stop the oil dripping off onto the carpet. Jane has Jason in position and I immediately start forcing the brush into his arse. He struggles like a mad thing and I can't get it to start going in. The plastic cock humiliated him and hurt him quite a bit but the stiff bristles on this thing are really killing him. Not to mention the smaller brush up his cock, which keeps bumping on the floor now it is below him. Eventually Jane sits on his back and I manage to get sufficient leverage to push the brush all the way inside, so only the handle sticks out of his arse. Jane gets off our captive and he starts to move, but soon decides that's not clever, and lies there crying like a baby.
"Oh shit!" is all I can think to say. Jane slams the door shut and leans against it while I grab the biggest knife I can find in the block on the work top. With an earsplitting crash the door flies open, firing Jane past me into a heap on the floor at the far end of the kitchen. Jason follows through the door, completely off balance after his shoulder charge, and I stab at him with all the strength I can muster in a two handed downwards strike. Unfortunately he is going too fast and the knife only catches in the fleshy part of his arse and his momentum rips it out of my hand. He stops, turns and rushes at me. He has managed to get his arms in front of him despite the cuffs and tries to hit me with a strange sort of double handed puching motion. Everything goes into a crazy panic of flailing arms and legs before I fall and smack my head on the side of the work top.
"...king Bitch. No more messing around. I'm going to do you first and then that cunt." I come to laying on my back behind Jason who is leaning over Jane, who has obviously just come of worst in a similar fight to mine. He has pulled the knife out of his arse and I can tell he is about to do something terrible. He grabs her throat with one hand and is trying to stick the knife into it with the other. Luckily the cuffs stop him from causing any immediate damage. Before he figures out a more effective method I reach up and yank the bog brush, which is still stuck up his arse hole, as hard as I can. With an earsplitting scream he drops the knife and staggers back, tripping over me and falling half in and half out of the fridge, which has somehow fallen open. Frantically I try to keep hold of the brush while keeping away from Jasons arms. I know it is the only way I can control him and save us.
"Get him, get him," I shout frantically at Jane. She jumps up and slams the fridge door shut against his back. I try to get up but slip on something that has fallen from the fridge. I only just manage to hang onto the brush, but it makes Jason twist violently just as Jane slams the fridge shut again. Suddenly Jason goes completely limp and collapses on top of me. As I struggle out from under his weight I see his head is at a completely unnatural angle. His eyes are staring and his mouth moving as if to talk but no sound is coming out. There is a look of complete panic on his face. Jane has let go of the fridge door and is standing with her head in her hands looking very shocked.
"Oh my God, you've killed him. His neck's broken." We just stand and stare as the life ebbs out of our attacker. It seems to take forever for him to die and neither of us do a thing to help him. I feel a strange mixture of relief and guilt as his eyes finally glaze over.
We sit down and try and figure out what to do with the body of our rapist. In the cold light of sobriety we agree that there is no-one we can trust to help with the problem. Anyone around here, even Jerome, would sell us out for £20. Neither of us can face cutting him up. Eventually we decide the only option is to take him and dump him a long way away and hope he has left nothing to indicate where he was going. In the end we carry him down to the garages at 3am. Nobody sees us but we are ready to tell them he's paralytic and we're taking him to casualty if they do. That sort of thing happens all the time around here. He's still fairly flexible and we manage to get him into the back seat of Jane's car and strap him in before driving out of town. As soon as we get somewhere secluded we transfer him into the boot. He is stiffening up quite nicely now and we have quite a struggle forcing him in. We head south and make fantastic time as there is virtually no traffic on the motorway. By the time dawn begins to break we are somewhere in Sussex, a place neither of us have ever been. Turning off the motorway we start to look for somewhere quiet to dump the body. We soon find a track running up into a small disused and overgrown quarry, where we have even more trouble getting the bastard's body back out of the boot. Jane wants to hide it but we really just make a token effort because it does not really matter. All the evidence will still be there even if it is not found for a month. I scrawl 'Serial Rapist' across his body in lipstick, just to make sure the police will know who he was. It's too dark to see much anyway and we did not think to bring a torch. I'm more keen to get away as soon as possible to reduce the risk of being seen in the area, or even with the body. We push it under a bush and drive off quickly the way we came.
It is almost a month since the body was discovered and the hit the headlines all over the country. The papers are still undecided whether to call it the Bog-Brush Murder or the Serial Rapist Murder. Jane and I been living in fear that we might have left something that would lead back to us. We know there is plenty on him that would would implicate us if the police could find us. They will know he met his end here in Birmingham as that is where his coach tour was to, and no doubt where his bus still is. But it is a big city and we did think to remove the bus tickets from his wallet, plus we do not work in the normal red light area. But now our fears seem to be coming true, although not in the way we anticipated. We have a client with us who insisted on booking the two of us by name. Now h is here he is obviously a detective, and is making no attempt to disguise himself. We don't advertise in the same way so there is no way he could have connected us except through the rapist and he has not made the slightest attempt to initiate any form of sex. He has looked around the flat, passed the time and generally been inconsequential, but we all know he is not a normal client and I don't think he is here on business either. Not official business anyway. The biggest giveaway is that he is alone. They never come up here alone. He settles back in his chair with the mug of tea Jane gave him earlier. I have the feeling that he is not going to say anything we will particularly like.
"You girls killed Jason Williams in this flat".
Jane says "Who?" rather lamely and I don't react at all. He is obviously certain of his facts, but I'm not stupid enough to admit anything.
He completely ignores her and carries on, in a slightly condescending tone. "I was the initial investigating officer in his house. Only one item of interest was found and that was his computer, apart from a few items used to identify him. When we got it to our specialists they found he had overwritten all the unused areas of the disk and encrypted a whole area of the file system using PGP. They tried guessing the password for a day of so using family names, birthdays, all the usual stuff people use, but didn't get anywhere. To cut a long and technical story short nothing short of a Cray supercomputer was going to get into it and we weren't going to get one, even for a high profile murder case. Still, I had a bit of an inspiration late one night and copied the encrypted files off his computer the next day and tried it at home that evening. As you see I succeeded in cracking it! He had left full details of his contact with you Jane, including all the e-mails you exchanged. From the chalk-pit we knew that two women dumped his body from a car due to the tracks you left. Only one car round here has white mud all over it. You should wash it a bit more regularly Jane! I double checked the tyre tracks with those found in the quarry and found exactly the same mismatch of cheap tyres. The medium length black hairs found on his clothes are pretty meaningless to the team investigating the case but once I had Jane's name it was really easy to figure out who they would belong to. So I now have the 2 names and addresses that link a body covered in DNA with its demise, and you two now have to decide whether you wish to help me further my career by cracking one of the highest profile murders ever single-handedly... OR, if you would prefer to entertain me for free for the rest of my life."
He pauses for effect, and it works. I look at Jane and can see that she knows we are beaten, as I do. The slightest hint of a lead to us would be our downfall. I don't imagine for one moment that the names, addresses and password existed only in his head, so even killing him isn't an option. I didn't think I could anyway, not a stranger who hasn't abused me the way Jason had, and in cold blood. I lean forward and put my hand on his thigh and ask what sort of service he would like. He smiles.
"I suspected you would go for that option. Can't think why! I'm going down to the pub I saw on my way in and I'll be back in an hour. Be ready!" Handing me a floppy disk he leaves without another word. We rush to my computer and fire it up. The disk contains just one text file.
"When I return you are both to be naked, kneeling and blindfolded just inside the door of the flat with the door on the latch." There is a list of items to be left around the flat and some I'm sure we don't have. He obviously has some very particular tastes. We start trying to figure out how we can get them and be ready for when he returns in 50 minutes. This has to be better than a life spent in prison, but neither of us is very sure exactly how much better, but suspect from the items on his list that it's not going to be all that much better. The End.
Murder or rape of a non-consenting person is ALWAYS wrong. If you feel the urge to murder or rape someone after reading this story please get help. The story is total fantasy, not based on anything in reality. It is not intended to be acted on in any way in reality.
Mark started this project. To start a story or comment e-mail nexuswilson@hotmail.com
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