| ROPEVILLE REVENGE [ part 3 ] Victor awoke; he smelt something strange which had disturbed his dreams, he'd tuned out the moans of his slut Stephanie, she was now chained up at the foot of his bed, he smiled at the memory of the previous evening. He allowed her to eat an exquisite meal with him in the hotel restaurant, ensuring that she had plenty to drink, and then he took her back to his room, he opened his second suitcase and took out the restraining straps. She meekly allowed him to tie her to the bed, he placed the hood over her head, this was something new to Stephanie, and he secured it tightly, he then forced her legs apart as far as they would go before she cried out in pain, at which point he tied them to the bed and a table ensuring that she was unable to alleviate the strain he was imposing on her, then he got the double headed vibrating dildo from his pack, this was a special one, the two head were different sizes, one was large the other was thin and small, this end he roughly pushed into her anus, hearing her squeal as the ring of muscle was forced open, then the other end was pushed into her vagina and then he turned the vibrator on forcing the two ends to move in synchronisation, but he wasn't finished there, taking a catheter tube he inserted it into Stephanie's urethra, inflating the balloon to ensure that it remained in place until he decided otherwise. He had the other end of the tube closed off, watching the yellow stream entering the tubing, and listening to the moans of Stephanie as she was forced to endure the mild, to him, torture of her lower body, then he'd smiled and brought the tube up to her lips, he'd raised up the hood to allow her mouth to be free, he told her to suck on the tube and to swallow whatever came up. He stood back and looked at his newest invention, a perpetual pissing machine. But now he was awake. He didn't know that a pheromone had be added to the air, it was designed to wake the occupants up, the meal he'd eaten had contained a barbiturate designed to keep him muzzy after a few hours and so in his half dreaming state he looked to the middle of the room, he could make out a figure there, "Uncle how could you do that to me?" The figure asked, He squinted hard and the shape defined itself into his niece Melody, he waved his hand towards the child. "You deserved it bitch," He slurred his words, unaware of the microphones in the room picking up his words, "You stood between me and my rightful inheritance, anyway you'd never fit in with my world, you're better off where-ever you are." "But uncle, you had me kidnapped and raped, how could you?" Her voice was angry, demanding. "That was your fault, if only you'd gone with your whining parents, then you'd be dead with them, would have been neater as well, I could have fired those two snoops, but no you had to be ill." He was almost proud of this, and started boasting, "If you only knew the trouble you caused me, I hoped to catch that blasted kidnapper and kill him, then say I was too late to save you, but never mind, the look on Michael’s face when I killed him was good enough and the noise when I slit the throat of his girlfriend Rachael, she didn't even know who did her." He smiled at that memory; luckily for him he didn't see the face of Melody at that point, he was talking about the two people who had looked after her following the death of her parents. "But you told the police that the kidnappers had done that." She said, he laughed. "Well of course I did, you don't think I'd allow anyone to come between me and my rightful money did you? The problem was finding a little cow who almost looked like you, because I'd lost my opportunity with you as you'd gone with that pervert, so I had to find someone else." He sounded so happy while he was saying that, he didn't notice another voice speak out. "What was the name of that girl you killed?" Melody was silent at this point, the revelation had numbed her, the uncle she had looked up to and trusted had turned out to be a cold-blooded murder, but she remembered her role and stayed just within his eyesight, but now Elizabeth was in the room with her. Victor waved his hand in a dismissive gesture, "Oh I don't know, just some young cunt I found, I knew she'd never be missed so I took her, it was quick for her, the hardest part was working out how to mess her up so that she could be mistaken for Melody." Elizabeth held on to Melody as she listened to Victor's words, they had enough evidence now to convict him, although it wasn't admissible in court, they wouldn't be giving him a trial as such, not one that the outside world would recognise, but the result would be the same. At a gesture from Elizabeth a measured dose of anaesthetic was released in the area of the bed, Victor slumped down into a drugged sleep, Elizabeth turned Melody around and guided her through the door, the young girl was unable to see due to the tears flowing down her face, in a way Elizabeth was satisfied, this was what the girl needed to do, give into her pain, she hadn't cried when her parents had died and now with this revelation about her uncle she was alone in the world. Outside the room Elizabeth handed the girl onto her slave, Little Cat, to comfort and to take her to bed, she needed company now. Elizabeth looked at the police officer, Lucy, outside the room, no words were needed, Victor was now a prisoner in a facility as secure as the jail, but more comfortable. The only thing to be done was to retrieve Stephanie from her bondage, she hadn't been harmed and would only need a few days in the hospital for observation, and her personalities would be able to help her recover with only vague memories of the ordeal, Ropeville kept an eye on its people. --------- Victor awoke in his bed, thinking about the strange dream he had last night, he got up to kick the slut at the bottom of his bed, he wanted to relieve himself and she should be used to the taste of piss by now, but she wasn't there, the straps were still there, along with the dildos and tubing, it was as if she'd disintegrated with the pain, he smiled this was another manifestation of his godhood, although he would really have wanted his handmaiden to remain corporate for a few more days. He went to the bathroom and used the toilet, he mused that this wasn't as satisfying as using a female but it would have to do until he got a new handmaiden. He picked up the phone to order breakfast from room-service, but the phone wasn't working. He then went to the door of his room, to find it was locked. He tried to unlock it but the key was missing, he banged on the door. There was the sound of a key in the lock and the door opened he looked at the police officer standing outside the door. "Why am I locked in, do you know who I am?" He demanded. "Yes sir, you are under arrest and you are a prisoner in this hotel until the court case later this morning, I suggest you return to the bed, breakfast will be provided shortly." The officer answered him politely, and then shut the door before he could ask any other questions. Victor just looked at the door, he was getting angry, and he’d show them. He summoned up his power and aimed it at the door, he wanted to blast it off it's hinges, but somehow it didn't work, 'it must be because I'm so new at this god thing' he rationalised to himself, so he concentrated on teaching the bitch a lesson, maybe melting her nose, but when later she opened the door to allow his breakfast in her face showed no change. It was obvious that they were protected against his spells, so he decided to save his energies until later when he could really let rip with his powers. He ate the breakfast that had been provided, there was a knock on the door which was then opened before he’d given permission, two women entered they were dressed conservatively and walked to the table in the room. “Mr. Victor Jones?” He was asked by the elder of the two, he smiled sardonically “And if I was to say no. how would you react?” He countered. She looked at him and then said, “Well let see, you are in Victor Jones’s room, you’re wearing his clothes, your driving licence shows you as Victor Jones, and you have all of his credit cards, so I’d have to say that you are Victor Jones – my name is Amy Roper I’ve been assigned as your attorney, this is my assistant Mandy Anderson, we’re going to defend you against the charges which have been brought against you.” Victor folded his arms and raised an eyebrow, “Charges? What charges?” Amy picked up a folder in front of her and opened it. “Well the main charges are Murder in the first degree, there’s five counts on that charge, abetting a kidnapping, fraud, and computer hacking.” She looked up at him and added, “I think we can get the computer hacking and fraud charges throw out, there’s no direct evidence to support that!” He sat down, “What about the murder charges and the kidnapping?” he asked Amy shook her head, “Unfortunately we have the tape of your confession, so it’s going to be difficult to defend against that!” Victor looked sharply at her, “What taped confession? I don’t recall giving one.” Amy went through her notes and looked up, “Well it seems that you gave one last night, during your conversation with you niece” she read the notes again, “I can’t get any information about her; it seems our computers are down.” She looked sharply at Victor, and then added, “But we’ve been told that they should be back up shortly, a few more days at the most, so I should be able to retrieve the data about her then.” Victor shook his head, “No, I’m afraid that won’t be a possibility, the worm was designed to completely eradicate any trace of Melody or her parents.” He said this casually as if it was just an interesting sideline. Amy just looked at him, her face poker stiff. “You realise that this room is being recorded at all times, and what you have just said is tantamount to admitting the computer hacking charge!” Victor’s face dropped, he hadn’t realised that, even after what he’d been told earlier, his eyes darted around as if trying to see the microphones, “So what are you going to do?” He asked her. She looked at him, “Defend you of course, that is my job you know, cousin!” He blinked, what had she called him, she saw his expression. “Oh yes, didn’t you realise cousin that we’re related, your own mother was brought up in this town, her sister was my mother and that makes up cousins.” She pointed to her assistant “Mandy is also related to you, through her sister. You realise that it is up to us to defend you, is there anything you want us to know?” He professed ignorance of the charges and asked, “Just whom is it I’m supposed to have murdered?” Amy looked into the folder and then said, “A child called Betty Donaldson, Michael Williams, Rachael Smith, Samantha Jones and your brother Jonathan Jones. The kidnap victim was your brother’s daughter Melody Jones. Now we’d better get ready, your case will be heard in a couple of hours. |