Part 2
That had been over a year ago. Instead of their friendship ending, it had deepened. They discussed what happened at length (as friends will discuss something major in their lives) online. They both knew they had to see each other again....they both knew they had to explore this dark fascination with eath other further.
Max made the trip many times that year. Sometimes it was all planned out intricately by both of them. There were a few very long weekends that still felt too short. Sometimes it was a sneak attack like the first one. But every time was memorable and intense. Exploring Rachel's fear was never a disappointment. She was tied to trees, to chairs and to beds. She was menaced with fire, a noose tied to a tree branch, and a number of torture devices. Max never really hurt her, but the thrill he got from her reactions to each of his ideas was the greatest feeling in the world for him....other than how he felt raping her of course. And there were always the rapes--powerfully intense and sometimes violent encounters that left them both shaken with the eruptions of passion that resulted.
Max knew that he was in love. To him, Rachel was the perfect woman and the perfect victim of all his darkest dreams. Her fear was real and exquisite to behold each time, yet she never stopped talking to him...never told him they should stop. Even when he went too far once and left her sobbing and shaken in the aftermath, she still assured him that she loved him and didn't want it to end. It seemed fate had smiled on him by bringing her to him, yet cruelly kept her from him at the same time.
He started to daydream of being married to her. He knew it was impossible since she was already married, but still he thought of it constantly and even told her of his wish. She seemed flattered but ill at ease with the idea, so he didn't push too much. He loved what they had and didn't want to lose her. For a long time he was content.
Then, about eight months or so after their first encounter, Max was overjoyed when Rachel told him she was getting a divorce. He wasted no time. Immediately he bought her a ring and made the trip once more, but this time not to abduct her. Instead he walked into her store as she was closing up one night, took her hand and dropped to one knee to formally propose to her. Rachel was touched, but gently refused him, explaining that it was too soon to think of marrying again...that she needed time for herself first. Max was broken-hearted, but accepted it. He went back home that very night with the ring still in his pocket and without even bothering to rape her that time. He understood her hesitation but was downhearted all the same.
Rachel knew that she felt love for Max, but wasn't sure she wanted to be his wife anytime soon, if ever. They definitely had a strong connection, but so much of it was based on their dark natures she didn't think such a connection would make a good marriage...not that she really knew what a good marriage was; her decision to end her marriage had left her feeling less than confident about such things. Besides, she really did want to live on her own for a while.
She hadn't gotten divorced because of Max, but letting herself be caught up in the affair had forced her to examine her marriage to Jeff. She had to admit there wasn't much there if she could feel such things for another man. When she informed Jeff that she wanted a divorce he confessed to being in love with someone else anyway and didn't fight her on it. In fact he moved in with his new girlfriend the next day. Rachel was surprised and acknowledged that her pride was wounded somewhat, but didn't raise a fuss about it. How could she really? She settled into living on her own and continued her strange relationship with Max, who continued to talk about marriage. He couldn't seem to understand that her refusal wasn't personal--at least not personal against him. All he knew was that she was free now and she didn't seem to want him the way he wanted her. As much as he tried to understand her logic his feelings for her got in the way.
It was the Big Surprise that finally drove Rachel to end it with him and finally drove him over the edge of rage and despair.
Max made a few more trips to the town he knew almost as well as his own by then without telling Rachel he had been there. Those few trips were for a job interview and to search for an apartment. Hard as it was to not tell her, he wanted it to be a surprise. He'd come to the conclusion that probably one of the reasons she kept refusing to marry him was the distance. He'd often brought up the idea of her coming to live with him and finding work in his town. She never liked the idea because she did have her own business after all and liked where she was. So Max made the sacrifice of giving up his own job, his own home and the community where he'd lived his whole life. He found a job similar to what he had and a nice apartment he could picture them both living in. Surely she couldn't refuse him now. He was sure she'd be thrilled. And even if she still wanted to wait, at the very least they could get together whenever they wanted--maybe even live together.
Max was so excited that the day he moved in for good he abducted her from work, and instead of driving her to a remote area or to a hotel as he'd always done, he drove her instead to his own apartment (after blindfolding her that time) and raped her in his own bed.
When they were able to catch their breath he sprang the Big Surprise on her. Yes, this was his own place and yes he lived here now and once again would she please marry him.
Rachel's reaction wasn't what he expected. She was angry that he hadn't discussed this with her. She was exasperated that he wouldn't give her the space she felt she needed, and not only did she refuse to marry him but she told him they shouldn't see each other for a while.
Max couldn't believe it! He'd done all this for her, for them! And the bitch goddess he'd worshipped for so long had totally shot him down. Rachel did feel bad that he'd uprooted his whole life for her, but she told herself it was his own fault for not listening to her or even telling her of his plans. She would have definitely tried to talk him out of it had she known.
Max's grief and anger built to a rage that filled his every waking thought. He couldn't believe she'd done this to him. He thought of just going back home and trying to get his old life back--never seeing or speaking to her again. He thought of killing her. He became obsessed with the idea that she didn't want him around because she was seeing somebody else and began following her. He never saw her with anybody but knew it was only a matter of time. She was too beautiful to stay unattached for long. He knew he'd rather see her dead first....but still he loved her with an ache that wouldn't fade.
That was when the idea of tying her to the train tracks came to him, and like the thought of raping her in the first place, once it was there it wouldn't go away. He had always been aroused by pictures and old movies that featured lovely damsels tied to railroad tracks...struggling helplessly, their eyes filled with extreme terror. He wondered vaguely if he was losing his mind. He decided it didn't really matter if he was. All he knew or cared about was that there was no way Rachel could refuse him now.....
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Rachel had sighed when she saw him at her door earlier that day around noon. He was dressed nicely and clutched a large bouquet of flowers and wearing a pitiful look. As she opened the door she wondered how guys always managed that pitiful look. Jeff wore that look too, the day they'd signed their divorce papers, new girlfriend or no.
"Max, honey...", Rachel began when the door was open and they were face to face.
"Please can I come in?" he'd asked, still looking pitiful.
"Yeah okay, but only for a little while, ok?"
Max burst into the room when she stood aside, talking too fast and pacing around the room rapidly. He was like a lunatic.
"Rachel marry me today! Please!! I know you say no but you don't mean it! I know of a place where we can do it today! Come on!! Let me make you happy baby I want to make you happy starting today! PLEASE!!"
Rachel had been shaking her head thru this manic speech and finally interupted.
"Max, NO! Why won't you listen to me??"
"Rachel please!"
They'd argued bitterly for a while, going over the same old ground and getting nowhere. Rachel ordered him to leave at one point, turning her back on him with the intent of marching out of the room until he had done so. She never made it because that's when Max struck with the swiftness of a born predator. Catching her within two strides, he simultaneously pulled her body to his and clamped the chlorophorm-soaked rag hidden in his pocket tightly across her face, cutting off all air save for the fumes.
Rachel was struggling like a wildcat in Max's vice-like grip and scratching what flesh she could find on his hands and face in her desperate bid to escape. He winced but didn't relax his grip, knowing she wouldn't last long.
She was more angry than frightened that he would attempt one of their abduction scenarios in the midst of a serious fight, as if he could possibly believe that would change her mind!
Soon all thought was shut down and all struggles ceased as Rachel's world turned black and she went limp, unwillingly falling into the void of unconsciousness. Only then did Max relax his hold, easing her gently onto her livingroom floor.
After a quick trip to his car he returned with a package. Working quickly he undressed her to her underwear then awkwardly, as if she were a life-sized doll, managed to get the beautiful dress he'd bought for her onto her motionless form. It wasn't exactly a wedding dress and it wasn't white--since she'd been married before he thought she may object to a white one, but it was lovely. It was a creamy off-white color, long, off the shoulders, silky and lacy. It would do.
Max then went through her bedroom closets and drawers till he found a pair of pale-colored thigh-highs and high-heeled shoes that almost matched the dress, then put these on her as well.
He then waited till he could see no one on her street and quickly carried her to his car, holding her somewhat upright with his arm around her and her head on his shoulder. If anyone got nosy he'd just say she was sick and he was taking her to the hospital--but no one saw. Since no one seemed to be around he laid her across his back seat, pulled her arms behind her and quickly snapped cuffs on her wrists. After throwing a sheet over the unconscious woman he drove to the place he'd found and began his preparations.
Max was smiling and happy as he set about his work. He had no doubt that Rachel would be his now....one way or the other they would be together forever.
When consciousness returned to Rachel she was aware of laying on something that was very uncomfortable. She was also aware that her wrists were tied together above her head. Instinctively she tried to move them, but they were tied tightly to something. She felt rope being wound around her elbows, tying them to something too. When her eyes focused she saw Max looking down at her adoringly.
"Hi Sweetie....Welcome back!"
Her head felt fuzzy, strange. She felt a vague fear when he used another length of rope to tie her neck to whatever hard metallic thing that it was resting on.
"Max....what....what are you doing? Where am I?", Rachel asked weakly as she tried to wake up enough to think clearly.
"You can't tell by now?" he replied, amused. He smiled widely, anticipating how she would freak out when she figured it out.
By now Rachel could tell that they were outdoors and that Max was in the process of tying her to something uncomfortable. She looked around as much as the neck bondage allowed, confused but not really frightened until she saw the length of track stretching endlessly on both sides of her. Then fear clutched her heart in an icy grip.
"Max!! NO!! Oh my GOD WHAT ARE YOU DOING???"
She immediately thrashed and pulled uselessly at the bonds that held her, twisting and kicking frantically. Her reaction was everything he could have hoped for, and he was glad the camera was already on, recording on its tripod, to capture it.
"Max, please untie me! This is crazy! What if a train comes??"
Max could see her hysteria rising and couldn't stand the excitement anymore. He unzipped his jeans as he answered her.
"Yeah....I think one might be along later....I dunno really" He kneeled beside her immobilized head as he released his painfully hard erection, poking it at her lips.
"Stop it damn you!!", Rachel shouted furiously, "I'm not playing!"
Shoving himself into her mouth, he growled, "I'm not playing either, bitch!"
He continued to berate her while he fucked her mouth, his hips driving his cock in and out at a steady rhythm.
"It would serve you right you know!", he snarled between grunts, "after what you've done to me!"
She whimpered helplessly as he forced her to endure his thrusts, all the while calling her a lying bitch and a whore and whatever else came to mind.
He pulled out abruptly after a few minutes, moved down to the other side of the tracks and hurriedly pushed the lacy material of her long dress up until it was above her waist.
"I HATE YOU!!" she spat visciously as she tried to kick him away from her. Briefly she wondered why Max had chosen to dress her in such a garment if he was just going to get it all dirty like this.
He shot her a hurt, resentful look moments before violently ripping her panties from her. He didn't bother to attempt to pull them over her kicking legs, but ripped them away from her struggling body by the seams.
"I hate when you talk to me so mean, Rachel", he replied, wadding the scraps of her panties into a ball, "and I don't think I care to hear anymore shit from you" he continued, while shoving them into her mouth. He then secured the panty-gag with another length of rope which he wound around her head twice then knotted between her full red lips.
"There!", he declared triumphantly, "that's how I like you best. All eyes and no sound....except for those of course", he grinned, referring to the muffled screeching and wailing noises trapped behind her gag, "I like those!"
Capturing her flailing legs he shoved her knees into her chest with the help of his weight and his arms under them, under her knees, holding them apart with his body. His hardness found her warm wetness easily and he plunged into her suddenly, burying his entire length into the velvety softness he knew so well. He had to bite his lip hard to prevent coming then and there as her gagged yet sharp scream at the sudden invasion sent spasms of ecstacy thru every part of him.
"Ohhh baby...you're so wet! You must be really scared, huh?", he taunted her, remembering with delight the perverse effect that fear had on her sexually. Rachel only wailed in what sounded like total rage and defeat in reply, and the sound of it, so passionate and helpless and trapped behind the gag prompted him to piston in and out of her at a speed he normally waited to use....but he knew he wouldn't last long at this level of excitement anyway.
"You're turned on, aren't you, you little slut!", he panted as he rammed his lust into her with long hard strokes. "You love it you bitch!" he yelled, caught up in the incredible feeling he'd missed for too long.
Rachel shrieked her outrage uselessly into the gag as the rape intensified and realized with a sickening clarity that all of the other attacks, even the first one, had only been wild lovemaking in disguise--their mutual fantasy only a backdrop for the passion they shared. Of all the times Max had forced himself into her body, this was truly the first time he was not secretly welcomed. This was a real rape, and even though her body gushed the usual abundance of lubrication it always did when she was in similar situations, she was not enjoying this. Not at all.
He was cursing her louder as his pounding strokes increased to a frenzy and he taunted her cruelly, telling her she'd better enjoy this since it might be her last fuck ever. Rachel sobbed helplessly, terribly frightened by his words although he'd said such things before, but this time she knew things were much different. Ultimately it didn't matter....she could neither move nor reason with him, especially while gagged. All she could do was take it...endure. Finally he stiffened, then pounded into her even harder as the most intense orgasm he could remember flooded his senses while his sperm flooded her body.
When Max recovered his breath he pulled Rachel's lovely long dress back over her lovely long legs and finished tying her to the track--her ankles, legs and waist.
Rachel's muffled sobs had taken on a tone of terror. He was using too much rope! How in the world could he get her loose if a train suddenly barrelled down on her? Was that the idea? Was he really going to kill her this time??
* * * * * * * *
All of that had happened only a short time ago. He'd then removed the video camera from its tripod and was holding it above her, recording her fear and useless struggles until they'd become wildly frantic while she tried to communicate that the rails were vibrating and that a train was indeed on its way.
She'd felt some relief initially when he'd finally grabbed one of the rails himself, thinking surely the game was over now and he'd have to release her, but was stunned when instead of attempting to rescue her he'd instead issued the ultimatum--marriage or death--and did absolutely nothing while he waited for her answer.
"So what's it gonna be, Rachel? All you have to do is say yes and we'll get it done today. That's why I got you the dress. You'll make such a beautiful bride....you've never looked prettier".
Rachel was angrier than she'd ever been on one level, but she was no fool. She would have agreed to anything and he had to have known that. Surely he also knew that once she was free he couldn't possibly force her to go thru with a wedding ceremony! At the moment all that was unimportant...the vibrations were getting stronger and there was so much rope....! She nodded her head vigorously since she still couldn't talk.
"Oh, wait!....gosh..."
He knelt down, still holding his stupid camera, and loosened the rope holding her panties in her mouth, then removed them, stood again, and continued to record.
"Ok.....now say it...say the words"
She bit back an almost uncontrollable urge to shriek curses at him but he was clearly bonkers and she was in no position to piss him off.
"YES!! YES FOR GOD'S SAKE YES!!" she screamed, "I'll MARRY you! Now Pleeease...ohgod PLEASE HURRY!!"
Max set the camera back on the tripod, taking a maddening amount of precious time getting it adjusted. Meanwhile the vibrations under Rachel's neck and ankles had gotten stronger yet. She could now hear the approaching train's long horn blasts, still distant and faint, but it was a distance that was closing with every second.
"MAAAAX!!! PLEEEEAAASE GOD THE TRAIN'S COMING IT'S COMING OHGOD MAAAAX!!", she was screaming so loud now in her utter panic that her throat hurt and she burst into new sobs, sure he was dawdling on purpose, sure he was going to let her die regardless of her answer.
Max took one last look at Rachel on the rails...he regretted that the approaching train was forcing him to untie her so soon. She'd truly never looked more beautiful to him.
"MMMAAAAAAX!" she bawled.
"Ok, ok...."
"HURRY!!"
He bent down to untie her wrists first and realized he really did use too much rope. He worriedly looked in the direction the train was approaching from and was badly shaken to see puffs of smoke rising thru the trees on the horizon. He guessed the train to be only 5 miles away now....maybe less. No way was he going to be able to simply untie her in time.
"It's ok babe....I'll just use my....." he'd reached for the sheath on his belt where he usually kept his knife clipped for these occasions and with a gut-clenching panic realized it wasn't there!
"Oh....oh shit!" he muttered, his head darting about in all directions at once, seeing it nowhere.
"What??? Oh shit what, Max?" Rachel definitely didn't like the sound of that.
Max's throat had closed in terror and he couldn't even begin to try to answer her. Rachel was horrified when he suddenly bolted for his car in a shambling awkward run.
"MAAAX!!! Omigod NO!! Don't leave me!!! Don't leave me here to die!! MAAAAAAX!!"
Her agonized screams tore at his heart which was hammering in his chest as if it wanted to break free. Madly he searched the floorboards and seats, ripping open the glove box and scattering maps, auto paperwork and junk frantically before having to admit that it just wasn't there. He could hear a steadily rising wail of frustration and grief as he backed away from the car and was so frightened he barely realized it was coming from himself.
As he rushed back to Rachel he kept his head down, scanning the ground desperately. He knew he brought the knife! He knew it!! So where was it?? During this frantic search one thought kept screaming thru his mind--What the fuck had he done??
His heart, still beating wildly, sank into despair as he became aware with a sickening horror that he may well have just murdered the woman he loved. No way did he have time to untie all those knots, and he'd already wasted what little time there had been searching for his knife. The train that was headed for Rachel was even louder now, as were her screams.
Max was way too scared to look up and see how close it was getting....but he did it anyway and screamed himself when he saw it rounding the bend that now brought it into sight. It wasn't travelling extremely fast but couldn't have been more than a mile or two away. Even if he were already cutting her ropes the chances of freeing her in time were iffy, but without the knife there was no chance at all...and he still hadn't found it!