Psycho (Kaigen and AndNich123)

It was the tell tale sound of the club beat thumping in her ears that made her finally want to take a break. Never mind the suffocating heat and never ending sea of bodies pressed against each other on the dance floor. That she could content with. It the sound that never seemed to end that finally drove her over to the bar. It would change up as the night went on. A faster tempo, louder, with other beats as well at times, but it was constant. The lights that put on a show overhead was just consistent, but she paid them little attention. No. Her main focus was the men that littered the place. Tonight wasn’t just any night out on the town, having fun, and looking for a man to end up with as the evening came to a close. Tonight was a night about money, and she wanted to make her fair share of it.

Tessa worked as a call girl, and she knew the hunting grounds. The hunting grounds were frequented when the girls didn’t have any appointments. Times had been slowly lately. Chalk it up to a pathetic economy. Men weren’t able to find work, and if they were lucky enough to find work, the pay was a joke. They had to focus on their families. Oh yes. The men used the agency she worked for often had families tucked away in their wallets. The women like Tessa were a release, an escape, that they paid well for. Most of these men had frigid wives at home who were tired of their men barely supporting the lifestyles they wanted. Too uptight to take a cock in the ass or down their throats, they simply took and drove their men, using them. Women like Tessa would spread their legs and ass cheeks for them. Sucking a cock was par for the course if the price was right.

She could feel the eyes of the women in the club on her. They knew what she was. Tessa didn’t care. ‘Fuck all of them. I’ve probably already had their men. If they were keeping them satisfied, they wouldn’t be looking for me and paying me their hard earned money.’ Even with business slow, she still kept that snarky attitude. Finally deciding the night was a bust, she decided it was time to go home. There was no need for a bodyguard. She hadn’t been with anyone. The agency was big on protection. If the girls went to a John’s place, a bodyguard would be called in to accompany them home. There were a lot of sick freaks out there, and it was just too much of a risk in the eyes of the agency to let the girls simply leave and go home alone. Such was not the case tonight.

Tessa drove her beat up used car home, listening to the radio, and singing along as she went. Her apartment building wasn’t anything special. Falling apart, paint peeling, but at the right place, she couldn’t say no. Her key slide into the lock, and she pushed the door opened. She dropped her keys and purse by the door, like always, and locked it behind her. Tessa rubbed her head, considering taking something for her headache, but in the end, she headed towards her bedroom instead. ‘I’ll just get undressed, melt into bed, and my head won’t be hurting come morning.’ She turned on a small lamp by her bed instead of the main light in the room. The light was just enough to undress by. Unbuttoning her top, she slipped it from her shoulders to the bed. After she took her bra off, she breathed a sigh of relief at the restrictive garment being gone from her body. Picking them both up from the bed, she looked up to the chair in the corner in her room. Tessa froze, and everything stopped. Finally Tessa drew a long, slow breath. “Who the fuck are you, and how the fuck did you get in my apartment,” she asked the figure sitting there in the barely lit room.

John sat silently while the attractive woman came into her bedroom. He arrived hours earlier and sat waiting in relative darkness. Alone with his thoughts he thought about the past few weeks since he first saw her. Her body was entirely unlike his past victims. Though they all had entirely different bodies. John never picked his girls because of how they looked. Instead he chose them based on how they treated people. While this one was beautiful on the outside he found her personality to border on cancerous. Through all his research and stalking he could only find one person who seemed to care about her. That same person also seemed to be the only one she cared about. Her sister currently hung from her wrists naked in the basement of a building he rented under an assumed name.

The chase, as he called it, was almost more exciting than actually catching his women. The chance at being found out, the prospect of her catching him snooping into her life. Her coming home unexpectedly to find him digging through her things. It was all about excitement to him. Which is why he so carefully chose his women. Ones few people would miss. Women that deserved the things he would eventually do to them.

His excitement Almost peaked when she turned and saw him there. Her exposed and vulnerable with him blocking her only escape. He didn't answer right away. Instead he held his phone in his hand and opened a picture. A picture of her beautiful younger sister hanging from her wrists stripped down with her feet hanging just inches off the ground. In his other hand he held a knife that probably seemed as unremarkable as its owner. No one had ever accused John of being a handsome man. But nor had they called him ugly. He was simply, unremarkable. Neither tall nor short at about five foot ten he was the kind of man women like her automatically looked right past. Just as he was neither tall nor short. He was neither fat or well built. Everything about his outward apperance was entirely average. Even his clothes were nothing but average. Nice black slacks a nice grey button up shirt and nice leather shoes. They weren't the high quality clothes one would expect from a man of his wealth. But neither were they Wal-Mart brand. They were simply, average.

Yes, John was the type of man that easily vanished into a crowd. Though he was not going to simply slink off and vanish this time. This was when he would strike delivering a blow that would likely cripple his prey. Though he came to know her in a way. He knew that she would not simply give up and roll over. So before he showed her the picture he said in a soft voice with a knowing smile. "You probably don't remember me. But we've met before. And before you decide to cry out or try to attack me. Remember one thing. If the cops show up and arrest me. Or if you manage to hurt me and get away. Your sister will slowly starve to death. There is no possible way to find her before that happens. So put your shirt back on. Get on your knees out your hands on your head and close your eyes." It was then that he held up his phone so she could see the picture of her younger sister.

Tessa’s eyes fell on the phone and the weapon. The image of her sister in such a state had an effect on her. Whether or not it was the one he wanted, or hoped for, remained to be seen. Cammie was one of few that Tessa ever cared about. In turn, her sister was one of few who was privy to seeing the real woman behind the façade of anger and, simply put, bitchy attitude. She saw the person she truly was, and Cammie accepted her. This was her sister, family, blood, and now she was staring at an image of her in a position that Tessa often replicated with various clients. The city was full of sick fuckers, and she was in the company of such a person right now. Her sister should never have been subjected to something like this, and Tessa knew it. Cammie was her polar opposite. Sweet, kind, and innocent. She wanted to save herself for, “The right man,” as she would so often say. Now this man, clearly the wrong man, was sitting in her apartment, uninvited, after breaking in, holding his phone, with a picture of her sister, in a position she would never want her to be in, while brandishing a knife. It was clear to her. He had a death wish.

She reached into the drawer on her nightstand and pulled her gun. Tessa took aim at him. For a moment, the silence, the stare, should have spoken volumes to him. Tessa was never accused of being sane or in charge of her actions. Often ruled by emotions, now was no exception. She spoke to him, her tone giving nothing away. “You tell me where the fuck my sister is, or I’ll show you there are fates worse than death. How would you like to go through missing a nut asshole? I could shoot you in the leg. A through and through shot, missing any major blood vessels would hurt like hell, but you would live. Of course it would hinder any attempts to run, but then again I could break your fucking ankle or leg. You come in here with a picture and a weapon saying you know me. You don’t me mother fucker. If you did, you wouldn’t be playing this game with me.” With her hip, she closed the drawer and took one step closer to him. “Now. I’m going to ask you again where my sister is, and after a minute, I’m going to shot you somewhere on your body. So many places I could let a bullet slice through your skin without killing you. The possibilities have me fucking giddy, almost wet in fact,” she grinned. “You’ll either tell me, or you’ll suffer, and if you are stupid enough to simply sit there and bleed, then when I run out of options, I’ll call the cops. I’ll tell them you were an intruder, and I found my sister’s picture on your phone. Once you’re healed, you’ll go to jail. Sure my sister will die, but you? Oh you will live a life full of torture and rape. My sister and I will take some comfort in that. So unless you want to somebody’s bitch while he fucks you up the ass, I suggest you answer me.” With a steeled expression, she looked down at him, the gun still aimed at him. “Where the fuck is my sister mother fucker?” Her finger gripped the trigger as she waited, ready to fire.

The man only sighed when she reached into the drawer for the gun. His face did not show shock or fear. He didn't flinch or shirk away. Instead he calmly laid his phone on his lap and fished into his pocket. As he did his smooth voice spoke with a smile. "Tessa Tessa. You see. This is why I picked you. So prone to irrational thought and instinctive actions. It makes you predictable. And unfortunatly for you, vulnerable." Once he finished speaking he removed his hand from his pocket. And showed her the bullets that had been in her gun. "See. If you actually used your head instead of reacting like a crazed idiot you would have realized that I was in here when you came home. And probably had plenty of time to do whatever I wanted while you were out getting free drinks."

He then dumped all but one of the bullets into his lap and tossed her one. "But please. Continue. Tell me how you're going to shoot me and then call the cops. It'll be fun. That way I can cop to picking up a prostitute who then tried to rob me. They'll believe me you know. I have no record. I'm a deacon at my church. A respected entrepreneur and you're a whore. They will patch me up and send me on my way while you're arrested and convicted of assault with a deadly weapon. You won't get bail. And while you're locked up and made into the prison bitch I'll be cutting your sister into tiny pieces. So go ahead. Shoot me, torture me. But know that the only way your sister lives is by you doing what I say. Now either get on with it. Or put on your shirt. Leave your bra, get on your knees and out your hands on your head."

Her grip on the trigger tightened as she watched him slip his hand inside his pocket. She had no idea what he had, and she was ready to blow his head off if he pulled out a weapon. ‘Bullets,’ her mind raced, and her finger squeezed the trigger over and over again. The click that followed confirmed what he was telling her, what he was showing her. She caught the bullet, snatching out of the air and listened as he spoke. He had this all planned out. There was no telling how long he had been inside her apartment. She had no way of knowing how long he had been following her. It was long enough to find out about her sister and take her. She tried to think when was the last time she had talked to her sister. It had not been that long ago. ‘Did he stage the phone calls with my sister? Was it so I wouldn’t worry? Is he that methodical? He’s here in my fucking apartment! Of course he’s methodical!’

She loaded the bullet into the gun and lifted it once more to him. “You forget one thing mother fucker. You can tell the cops how you picked up a prostitute. You can lie about how I tried to rob you, but one thing will stand out. You’re in my apartment mother fucker! Normally escorts, and that’s what I am, legally employed by an agency, remember that will be on file, takes her business to her client’s home or choice of hotel. We never, EVER bring them home. Officer it was dark. I heard the voice, saw a shadow, and I fired the gun. I only had time to load one bullet. Then again, your fingerprints are all over the bullets you just dropped to your lap. In fact, what else are your fingerprints on in here I wonder? You see, I’m not as much of a crazed idiot as you think. Then again your kind always has the lowest regard for people like me. Your mistake. You underestimate me. After tonight, you won’t do that again. Now, back to my question. Where is my sister you mother fucker? Do NOT make me load the rest of those bullets in this gun. If I have to, you won’t like where I shoot.”

Truth be told, Tessa was scared beyond belief, but she couldn’t let this man know that. If she had to follow his orders, there was no telling what would happen to her. The image on his phone was burned into her mind. No sane person would do this to someone. She had no idea why he had targeted her. He didn’t stand out in her memory. Tessa met a lot of people every time she went out. Her looks made her a magnet for people. She had no misconceptions that it was her personality. Sure she would rub against the men, touching them, getting their cocks hard only to rip the rug out from under them. It was a game to her, really a sport. Had he been one of them. She smiled at the realization. “I turned you down. Didn’t I? You thought you had a chance with me, and I fucking shut you down. You’re pathetic. You know that? That’s why I shut you down you freak. Now what the fuck have you done with my sister?”

He only smirked at her as she reacted and spoke. He watched her microexpressions as she reacted. As she spoke and tried to hide her true emotions. She was good at it. But he was always able to read people. It was something he was born with and had developed his entire life. Even as a young child he knew when people were lying, scared or angry even when they tried to hide it. It wasn't until college that he discovered the research on facial expressions during the sixties. The more he read into it. The better he became at it. So here and now he knew that she was scared. Terrified even. So in response to her threat and what she said about how her agency was a legal one and her comment about prints he only smiled brighter and showed his gloved hands. Then tossed the rest of her bullets onto the floor. "Ya know Tessa it's been about three days since I hung her up like that. And it's pretty hot there. I bet that she might have a half a day. Maybe a day until she dies of dehydration. So either pull the trigger or put your shirt on. You know that while an escort is a legal profession hooking is not. Lots of girls do work on the side. After you shoot me They will look into both our backrounds. They'll talk to your agency. And of course we both know that they will throw you under the bus in order to protect themselves and their clients."

He picked up the phone again and closed the app then stuck it in his pocket and leaned back in the chair. "You know what Cammie said to me when I told her why I took her? Yes. I told her I took her to get to you. She begged me to just do whatever I wanted to her and to leave you alone. She must really love you Tessa. So I held this knife to her pretty little asshole and asked if she really wanted me to do to her what I am going to do to you?" His words were deliberate and thought out long before he stepped foot into her apartment. "As she broke down into sobs she said yes. Is that what you want? Me to fuck precious little Cammie's was with my knife? Because I promise you one thing. If you do not do as I say right now that's exactly what I'm going to do.

As he talked about her sister, her rage began to boil. Tessa was a hot head who made snap decisions based from whatever emotions she was feeling at the time. Her euphoria from a night out taking free drink after drink had led to her going back to a man’s apartment only to spend the night in his bed enjoying his body on more than one occasion. Her sadness had fueled many days were she refused to get out of bed, clutching a bottle and sobbing. Then there was this emotion. Rage. It had been the accelerant poured over many fires that had exploded in her past leaving a path of destruction. The thought of her sister hanging there, naked, covered in sweat suffering, drew her lips into a tight, thin line as she glared him. She flinched as he closed the phone, not sure of what he was about to do. Of course she didn’t trust him, and he had given her good reason not to.

He spoke of her sister again, casually, as if it was perfectly normally to kidnap someone and string them up naked. His words burned into her ears, the spark that would ignite a wild fire within her. “You mother fucker,” she screamed as her finger squeezed the trigger. She heard the gun blast and felt the recoil in her hand. Tessa didn’t pay him a second look. She had aimed for his chest, and fear began to fill her that he might die before se found out what she needed to know. "Don't you die on me. You've still go things to tell me." Closing the gap between her and the rest of the bullets, she then dropped to her knees and began to pick them up. Her hand remain extended with the empty gun still pointed at him. She knew the gun was empty, on some level, but it was instinct really to keep it aimed at him. “You bastard,” she cried. “I’ll fucking fill you full of holes if you don’t fucking tell me where my damn sister is RIGHT NOW!” Through her tears, her vision was blurred. Combined with her emotions running rampant through her, picking up the bullets was tedious. They could be heard slipping from grip back to the hardwood floor of her bedroom. “Damn it!” She dropped the gun and placed one bullet in. Her trembling fingers shove another inside. Carefully she reached for them, ready to load the gun where she sat. “I’m gonna take that knife and rape your ass. I’ll cut your balls off and mail them to somebody in your family. You got a wife? A daughter maybe? Son? Parents? There’s got to be somebody who miss you. Even a piece of shit like you has to have somebody. I’ll cut your dick off and choke you with it!” Three. She fumbled the fourth bullet and watched it roll closer to him. Scurrying on her knees over, she snatched it up as she glanced at his legs. This man not only had her sister, but he had been stalking her, watching her, waiting for tonight, and now he sat in a chair in her room with a bullet lodged inside him. “Fitting end for you. You deserve this. You hunt me down, take my sister, break into my apartment only to be shot by me. Pathetic.”

John didn't expect her to lash out that strongly. He knew she was a time bomb with specific triggers. But never figured that she would be dumb enough to lash out so strongly. But she did. The sound of the pistol blast was deafning in the small bedroom. Having his equilibrium thrown off and the ringing in his ears was almost worse than suddenly having the breath knocked from his chest. The very average man doubled over in the chair as he tried to gasp for air. His mouth opening in a vain attempt. His lungs burned from the lack of oxygen in them and his head spun from the overpressure from the pistol blast. But luckily he had enough forsight to wear a vest, a vest that ultimately saved his life. The thin material of silk and Kevlar stopped the lead and copper bullet from tearing through his body. But it still hurt.

Slowly the ringing subsided and he heard her yelling threats at him. And the moment his breath came back to him He lunged forward toward her. Fire filled his green eyes as he sprung onto her and knocked the pistol out of her hand. While it skidded across the floor he drew his fist back and swung madly. With a heavy blow one wouldn't expect from a man of his stature he connected with her jaw and knocked her to the ground. While John was a murderous raping monster he believed she was a worse kind of animal. She was a snake in the grass. She pretended to be this beautiful caring person. But in reality she was the worse kind of person. In John's mind she deserved everything he was going to do to her. He may have turned her sister loose. But not now. Now he wanted to slowly destroy Cammie. Before all he wanted to do was punish Tessa. Punish her for nothing more than the type of person she was. Now however he was going to rape torture and murder her innocent sister only to cause her more pain.

The moment she fell to the ground he was on her twisting her arms behind her back with his knee on the back on her head. And once he had the zipties around her wrists tightly binding them together he rolled her over and ran his knife round her nipples. "Now. Tessa this is what's going to happen. I'm going to put a coat over you and you're going to come with me quietly. If you scream it fight I'll cut your throat burn your apartment and do to Cammie what I wanted to do to you." His words dripped with anger as he spoke to her. Him forcing away the pain he felt in his chest and turning it into anger. Anger directed at her.

Tessa wasn’t sure what prompted her to look up at him. As far as she knew, the man had been shot. He shouldn’t have been moving at all, but she glanced up just in time to see him lunging towards her. “What the,” was all she managed to get out before she felt him collide with her. The impact felt as though she had run into a brick wall. She heard the pistol skid across the hardwood floor and come to a halt as it slammed into the wall. “How are you,” she began to ask just before his fist connected with her jaw. She felt her body slump to the floor. Dazed, she blinked watching a shadowy figure through her blurred, hazed vision coming for her. He disappeared from her field of vision. Behind her, she felt him working with her wrists. She was barely aware of what was happening. Fighting wasn’t even something her mind could grasp. Her tongue traced the inside of her mouth, and she tasted blood. The sharp sting from split skin brought her back to clarity. His knee was pushing into her head, and as she tried to pull against the zip ties, she realized just how bound she was.

Tessa gasped and cried out as he rolled over. Her body pressing into her wrists and arms, she stared up at him. She was exposed to him with no way to cover herself. The tip of his blade touched her skin. Cold. It was cold and sharp. She couldn’t help but wonder was this how he took Cammie. “How do I know she’s not already dead? You could threaten me to keep me quiet while you take….kidnap me, saying you’ll hurt my sister, but she could already be dead. So if I go quietly, doing exactly as you say, it would be for nothing if she’s already dead. Why should I trust you? Because you’re such an upstanding, honest man? Kill me. I don’t care. You know that. That’s why you had to take my sister, but how do I know she’s not dead already? If you pick me up and take me from here, I’ll scream my fucking head off because I have no way of knowing if my silence is worth it. That picture could be weeks old. How do I know you didn’t get bored after you killed her and decided to come after me? No,” she shook her head slowly. “I need more of an incentive to keep my pretty, little mouth shut for you mean psycho. Prove to me she’s not dead. Prove to me my sister is still alive, and I’ll go quietly with you.”

John sighed as she spoke. She really was a tiresome bitch. So instead of negotiating with her he ziptied her ankles then dragged her up and threw her onto the bed. Had she lived in a better neighborhood he would have had to make quick work of getting her out of there. But this neighborhood was different. From what he gathered people ignored those around them. It wasn't until something directly affected them that they called the cops. No John had all the time he needed. So with her tightly bound on the bed he he moved a space heater over to an outlet near the bed and began to gather clothes to like up next to it. All the time he completely ignore the bound woman.

That was until he lit her clothes on fire and began to walk out of her bedroom. "Your trust is not required. I have your sister. You pissed me off enough already. I hope you die a painful death knowing that I'll be skinning your sister alive while I take her virginity with a knife. Its too bad too. That girl had a lot of potential. Good bye Tessa." and with that he started to close the door.

She watched as he bound her ankles. Tessa was sure he was going to try and take her anyway. ‘Fine. Get ready for me to fucking scream you psycho bastard,’ she thought. With a sly grin, she kept quiet, even as he moved her to the bed. If he was going to rape her, she would have screamed, and in fact, she began to prepare herself for that. As he turned away from her though, she was curious.

The space heater was something she barely used anymore. It was odd to her that he would waste his time with it. He picked up clothes and laid them close to it, and suddenly crystal clear realization hit her. Before she could speak, he ignited the clothes. The flames were small, but as they consumed the fabric and the air in the room, they grew. She began to writhe, trying to get up, but it was all in vain. Bound as she was, Tessa would not be going anywhere. ‘Ned in the apartment below me isn’t home. Mrs. Robinson in the apartment above me is 80 years old. The girl beside me is a junky whore. She’s probably strung out on the floor right now. The couple beside me just got married and is out of town. Fuck there’s nobody to help.’ Still she opened her mouth, wailing. “Help! Somebody help! Fire! F-Fire,” she stuttered, thinking about what he had said. It was either die in here or take her chances with him. At least with him, she could possibly get away, and when she did, the revenge she would exact on him would be monumental. “Wait,” she cried out to him. “I’ll go! Take me with you! Don’t leave me here to die! You fucking crazy bastard! You win!” She kicked hard, feeling the zip tie bite into her flesh. Her wrists already hurt as her body weight had pushed her into the unforgiving restraint. “Please! Take me with you!” Smoke was filling the room quickly. The building was equipped with fire alarms. Whether or not they actually worked, she wasn’t sure. It wasn’t fear that other people would die in the fire that made her think about it. It was a hope that the alarms would bring help. She coughed looking up at the black haze that seemed to settle right in front of her. The flames lit up the rest of the room, and she could feel them. They were getting higher and closer. Looking over, she could see the bed was starting to burn as well. The flames would reach her body. Her skin would be burned, and the zip ties would be melted away. All that would remain would be her skeleton, and Tessa was sure no one would know she had been bound. They would all think she had just laid down and died. ‘No! I do not want to go out this way! I wouldn’t!’ Her thoughts brought new vigor to her screams. “Please! I said I’d go with you! Take me with you! Do you want me to beg? Fine! I’m begging you! Take me with you!” Tessa knew her begging was only a means to an end. It was to help her flee the burning room. She would never beg him again.

John stopped his retreat and stuck his head back into the door. He looked at her for a moment then walked back into the room. Fire could double in size every two minutes. He knew that she was but seconds away from being burnt alive. So he walked through the smoke and the heat and dragged her off the bed and over toward the door. "Shut the fuck up." he said while he out his foot on her chest and glared down at her. With the black smoke from the clothes and bed filling the room he knelt down with his knee across her throat. But out very little pressure on her layrnex. He honestly had almost zero interest in taking her.

He was a methodical man. He planned everything out, checked and rechecked his plans. But he knew that plans sometimes went south. Nothing worked all the time, and sometimes he was wrong about a person and how theyd react. So he knew when to cut his losses. Now seemed to be one of those times. She already showed him that while she pretended to care about her sister she really only cared about her own emotions. A person that really cared about someone would have seen the futility in fighting and done whatever they could to save the person they loved. His willingness to give her the bullet should have shown her that his threat was real. It should have also told her that he made plans for it. But she reacted like the irrational animal She really was.

John was an unstopable force of nature who occasionally ran into immovable objects. She was such an object. He learned long ago that barreling with such an object was pointless. As an unstoppable force he could choose a different direction. He could choose to simply go around the object. The result was the same. His prey died and in this case he would still have prey at home to you with. So he glowered down at her and pressed the top of his knife to the center of her chest between her large breasts. "Why should I take you? You've already told me that youd scream the second we got outside. This way you die and I still have your pretty sister to play with. Its a win win for me. So please tell me why I should bring you with? Explain how it's in my best interest to bring you along."

He pulled her from the bed, and her head banged against the floor with a loud thud. A small price to pay for her reprieve from the growing, nearing flames. The heat was intense, and the smoke was thickening. Tessa coughed, clearing her lungs and taking in a healthy gulp of air. His foot landed on her chest, and she stared up at him. He seemed far taller than possible from the angle she was at. His foot looked massive. She had silenced her pleas, staring up at the man who literally would decide if she lived or died right then. He was the man that also held the fate of her sister. She had to be calm and think with right emotions. Her anger, her rage, would have to be pushed to the back burner. If she wanted to live, if she wanted to see her sister again, or even have a chance at saving her, she would have to put her sister first.

He kneeled down to her and spoke. She had to prove to him why it was still worth it for him to take her. So Tessa did something she rarely did with other people. She told him the truth. “Honestly? I don’t know. Only you can decide if I’m still worth taking from here and doing the awful things you said you would now do to my sister, but there is something I have to tel you. That gun has only been fired when I was learning how to shoot. For years I’ve kept it right there with the same bullets in it. You’re not the first person….who lit a fire under me, but you are….the first person I ever fired the gun at. Why? Why would I shoot you? Because you broke into my shithole of an apartment? You’re not the first. No. It was because you’ve got,” she narrowed her eyes, allowing her tears to stream down past her temples. “My sister. Think what you want about me, but I do love my sister. If walking out of here quietly with you is what it takes to see her, to save her, then I’ll keep my mouth shut. She is the only good, decent thing in my life, and if I can spare her..this, then..I will. Cut my ankles free, and I’ll walk with you. All I can do is promise you I won’t scream, but know this, that promise comes from someone who wants to see her sister, who wants to save her. So please, you have a choice. Her or me. Let me take her place. You came here tonight for me. You can still have me. So please, let me take her place."

John looked down on her with a critical eye. Was she suddenly changing her mind because of the threat of imminent death? Or did she really intend to follow him to her ultimate faith? Only time would tell. Even if she did scream out on the streets he wondered who would actually care. Would anyone come to her aid? He doubted it. So using his knife he cut the ties in her ankles then hauled her to her feet and pushed her toward the door and ushered her through her smoke filled apartment. In truth he had been in there so often over the past weeks that he could do it blindfolded. In a sense that was exactly what he was doing. After he lead her through the smoke filled kitche. He grabbed a light coat draped it over her shoulders then zipped it up.

Still he heard no sirens nor were there people in the halls. It was unlikely that anyone even knew there was a fire yet. But by the time theyd gone down two flights of stairs the smoke from her apartment had flooded into the halls and found a working fire alarm. The high pitched sound pierced his ears and made him hurry their escape. Yes it was by far his most sloppy abduction. But it seemed to be working. So he didn't question it.

When they emerged from the stairwell and found half a dozen people already in the lobby on the first floor he half expected her to scream out for help. So he pressed the point of his knife to the small of her back and urged her toward the door. "Be a good girl." He whispered into her ear as he pushed open the door and ushered her out into the street where his car waited.

Upon reaching the stopped car he planned to use to take her away from the building he finally heard sirens in the distance. But knew they could be gone before they ever arrived. So while a few onlookers looked up toward Tessa's floor where the flames showed through broken Windows he shoved her into the trunk then hopped into the drivers seat and drive off.

It may have only been seconds, but to her it felt an eternity as he pondered what he was going to do. He moved and sliced the zip tie from her ankles before bringing her to her feet. It appeared he believed her. It was only because of him she was able to get out of the apartment. The smoke had grown so dense there was no way she would have been able to get through it alone. Even though she lived here, he knew the layout better than she did. She took it for granted, always certain the light would be there. Now the light was shrouded in a dark haze. Instinct kicked in, an she wanted to drop to her knees and crawl out. She knew fresher air was near the floor, but he held her, showing her the way out. Tessa could barely tell what he was doing as he grabbed the coat. The jacket touched her skin, and she flinched.

Stepping out into the hall, she took a deep breath of fresh air. Her lungs were greedy an starved. Coughing she went down the stairs. Her feet moved quickly, keeping up with his pace. The building was almost asleep, unaware of what was happening in the apartment and to her. The building came to life. The sound was near deafening. People began to pour from their apartments in various states. Some fully clothed, an others in differing states of undress. A woman in her robe was clutching her small dog with curlers in her hair. Her glasses framed her panic filled eyes as she looked around unsure of what was happening. A gentlemen stood there wearing only his shorts. A husband was showing his wife the way to the exit. Mothers clung to their frightened children. It was chaos to say the least, and it was the perfect cover for someone to kidnap someone. Tessa thought about screaming. Of course she did. It was only natural, but she remembered her sister. This was her only chance to get to her. So with the tip of his blade in her back, she followed him out of the building and down to his car.

Reaching the car, she heard the sounds of glass breaking. Looking up, she could see the flames licking the side of the building. ‘My life is up there, and now it’s gone.’ She breathed, hearing her own breath as time slowed briefly, before he forced her into the trunk of the car. The trunk closed, and darkness engulfed her in darkness. As the car moved, Tessa wondered exactly what she had done. ‘I’ve trusted this man, who kidnapped my sister to take me to her. He’s going to….hurt me. That’s what I’ve done.’ She had no misconceptions about what lay before her, but her main concern was the fact he was going to let her sister go. No matter what anyone thought, she did love her sister. 'I'm coming Cammie. Just hold tight. Soon enough you'll be free. Just hold on a little bit longer.'

After he took off in the car with her in the trunk John drive directly to where his car was parked. Then quickly loaded her in the trunk of the luxury sedan and set the stollen car on fire and drove off. While he didn't want to waste time he wanted her to be thourghly lost. So he took random turns and different streets while he took her to the abandoned brick building where her sister was kept. All told, the brick storage building was only a half mile or so from where they started but with the confusing route he drove, it took more than a half hour to arrive. Once they were there though, he wasted no time. He parked his car inside a loading bay and pulled her from the trunk. "Don't worry. You will see your sister very soon." He said while he lead her down the stairs to the basement where Cammie hung bound at the wrists from the celing.

"See. Safe and sound." He continued while he locked a steel collar round Tessa's neck and locked it. With her securely chained to a wall half a dozen feet from where her sister hung he cut her wrists free then walked over to her sister and carefully lowered her from the celing and offered her water. The look on John's face was one of utter pleasure. Though he was still furious with Tessa because of her behavior he was ecstatic about finally having them both here.

Eventhough he lowered the younger woman so her feet were touching the ground He hadn't completely released her. Not did he intend to. Rather he intended to put the two sisters against each other. So while he held the bottle of water to Cannie's lips he looked to Tessa and spoke. "I did fully intend to let your sister go. She's a good girl and doesn't deserve this. But because you were such a bitch to me. Because you fucking shot me, I think I'm going to keep her." A single hand ran down over the younger woman's body and groped her breast as he continued to speak. "Yes Tessa. I'm going to fuck your sister in front of you. Then eventually kill her. Then it's your turn."

The car moved, forcing her to roll towards the taillights. She bumpe her head as she wasn’t able to brace. Mumbling obscenities, she winced, wanting to rub her aching head. Had she been free, she thought about trying to punch out one of the tail lights so she could try and attract attention to his car. With her in the trunk, he would have had a tough time trying to explain the bound woman. ‘No,’ her mind quickly snapped shut. ‘Think of your sister. He’s already proven he’s ready to dispose of you. You can’t take that risk.’ So in silence she rested her head down and waited for the ride to end, for the man who had taken her to emerge, and to find out exactly what her fate was. He drove for what seemed like forever. She was able to keep basic sense of direction for the few turns, but as time passed, she became more and more confused, uncertain about where she could possibly be. ‘Miles outside of the city? Where is he going?’

Finally he brought the car to a halt. She held her breath, listening. He climbed from the car. The door slammed shut, and she heard his footsteps coming around. ‘Almost here.’ Mentally she braced for him. Phsycially there was only so much she could do. The trunk opened, and there he stood, towering over her. Tessa didn’t speak. If he wanted her to, she was sure he would let her know. She didn’t want to run the risk of making him angry. Without any idea where she was, she was certain no one would find her body if he decided to end her right then and there.

The only good thing about him speaking was his reassurance she would see her sister soon as he led her down stairs. ‘Stairs. This isn’t good. Stairs lead to basements. Bad things happen in basements.’ These stairs lead her to a room where she saw her sister. Just as the picture had shown, she was hanging from the ceiling. Tessa stared in shock at her sister’s motionless body. “Cammie,” she whispered. The collar locked around her neck. She looked around, stunned that he had done it. Once her wrists were freed, she pulled at the collar, a feeble attempt to remove it, before stepping as far as the chain would allow towards her sister. She watched as he lowered Cammie and offered her water. Cammie groaned softly before taking the water. Her tired eyes opened, only seeing John. She became aware her feet were on the floor, and she was no longer dangling precariously from the ceiling. The dull ache in her arms would not leave her though. Her muscles had been stretched, pushed to new limits, and even now, as they were allowed to rest, she would feel the abuse they had suffered.

Cusisoity filled her eyes as he spoke. Then he spoke her name. Her sister’s name. Cammie’s eyes darted over, across the room to see her sister. Then it came back to her. He had told her he was going to get her. She had begged him to let her take her sister’s place. Now her sister was here, and because of how she treated him, he was still going to rape her and….kill her. Cammie pulled her head back away from the water bottle, wanting to speak. “You….shot him?” She was angry that John had still brought her here. Cammie would have taken her sister’s place, but to choice to go get Tessa was out of her hands. Knowing what he was going to do to her, Tessa still shot him? “Why would you do that? You knew….he had me, and you still….shot him? Why Tessa? How could you do this? You’ve condemned me to die now!”

Tessa looked away, unable to face her sister. What she was saying was true. John said he was going to let go, but no. Because of her actions, she would suffer the ultimate price. “Please,” she began to beg. “Don’t kill her. You said it yourself. She’s a good girl who doesn’t deserve this. Let me take her place. Please. I won’t fight you or try to get away. I promise. I’ll sign it in blood if I have to. Just….let my sister go. She’s the only good thing in my life. Don’t hurt her."

John pulled the long thin knife from its place at the small of his back. The double edged blade sharpened to a razors edge and left Cammie. His blade dragged across her flat stomach and made a shallow cut. He came to where her sister was, anger in his eyes reflected by the dull light in the basement.

While he slowly strode over toward her he spoke, confidently. "I didn't want to hurt her. She's a good girl. Someone that should have a loving husband and a family." He knew now that even with her temper Tessa wouldn't attack. That would mean her own destruction. Even if she managed to take his knife and kill him both her and her sister would die a worse death. One of anguish and torture being strung up or chained to a wall. Even with his knife there was nothing Tessa could do to pick the lock that was strapped round her neck. Nothing that could break their bounds. So as he came within arms reach of her he pressed the blade between her breasts and said. "You and your sister have some things to discuss when I come back I expect them to be resolved. If they're not Then I will decide your punishment."

After he finished speaking he brought his knife up between her legs and cut, expertly as he walked away. A little cut that split one of her silken lips through her pants.

As he walked away with their blood on his blade he called back over his shoulder. "I expect you to be a naked as your sister when I return." then as he started up the stairs Toward freedom he sheathed the knife. And wondered if she was willing to obey.

Cammie trembled in fear, not sure of what was going to happen. This man had already proven himself to be very unpredictable. It was the best word she could come up with in her mind to describe him. Even amid the situation she was in, she wasn’t one to think, or even say, anything bad about anyone. It was a quality that Tessa often teased her about. He moved, and she felt the blade drag across her stomach. It didn’t feel like there was much force behind it, but it wasn’t needed. The blade was sharpened with such precision it sliced through her skin with ease. She cried out, the sound ringing through the space.

Tessa glared at him as he neared her. ‘How dare you, you mother fucker! That’s my sister! Why the hell are you hurting her still? You got what you wanted!’ He walked with such an air of confidence. Why shouldn’t he? She knew he was holding all the cards, among them, the keys to their freedom. She swallowed as he spoke, wanting to reach out and snatch the knife from him and slice him throat to belly button. The restraint it took not to do that was almost painful to her. “Issues,” she questioned. “What…..” Her question broke off into a cry of agony as his blade delved into her skin. Tessa would not get a chance to respond to him. As he made his way out of the room, giving his final order, she still had not found her voice. Her own blood soaked through her pants, warm and wet. Her sister looked on. “Tess? You okay,” she asked, her own body shaking even more so as her own blood painted down her skin. Her sister looked up, meeting her sister’s concerned gaze. She only nodded. Her hands were unsettled as she began to work her pants open. She wasn’t complying with his orders. This was an act to simply to see what he had done to her. She peeled the material away revealing her lace panties that were soaked through. A gasp escaped her lips as her finger gingerly touched the bloody material. “Tess just take them off. Take it all off. You heard him. He wants you as naked as I am. Don’t give him any reason to hurt us anymore than he already…..”
“Are you stupid Cammie? Look at him,” her sister called out, finding her voice. “He just cut both of us. He’s going to cut us more. He’s going to torture us, and then he’s going to kill us. There is no escaping this place unless it’s through death. Do you really think for one second he is going to let us leave knowing that we know what he looks like? Think Cammie!” Her sister’s tempter flares. Normally a sweet, calm, docile person, she become enraged. “Well if you had come when he came to you instead of shooting him, he would have let me go! Why couldn’t you just come with him? Why didn’t you shoot him in the head?”
“I don’t know! I didn’t come because I wanted him to tell me where you were. I knew if he brought me here, I’d probably die. You don’t kidnap someone and plan on letting them go later Cammie. You’ve seen his face. Are you really so stupid you believed him when he said he would let you go?”
“I believed my sister would come when he told her he had me. I guess I was THAT stupid! Why didn’t you shoot him in the head and call the cops? My picture is on his cell phone. They could have found me.”
“What if they didn’t? Then you would have died right here.”
“I’m going to die right here anyway!”
“This isn’t doing us any good. We have to convince him we’ve worked through our issues. So when he comes back, we’ve forgiven each other for everything, and we’re loving sisters. We have to focus on trying to get out of here. We can bash each other for this later. Agreed?” Cammie shook her head. “Oh come on Cammie! I know you hate lying, but I’ll bet you hate dying even more.”
“It’s wrong Tess. He’ll figure it out.”
“If you whine like a baby he will. Come on! You have to do this.”
“Why can’t we just talk about this for real?”
“Because the psycho with the knife will be back before we can solve our issues. Now just agree to it!”
“Alright! But I hate it Tess. I hate lying.”
“Yeah. Yeah. I know. How long have you been here?”
“ I don’t..know. Too long. Too long.” Tessa looked at her sister, wanting to comfort her. She had stripped down naked now, the cut along her lip clear. “Damn him.”
“It’ll be okay Tess. We can make it through this. We’re strong. We’re Arcadia sisters. We can do this.” Tessa looked up and gave her sister a weak smile. “Damn straight sister. Damn straight we can do this.”

John didn't go far. In fact he only went upstairs to retrieve a few choice items. So he actually returned to the stairs long before they finished speaking. He however decided to simply stand just out of sight and listen what he heard almost caused him to chuckle. He knew that there was no possibility of escape. They would never have the freedom of movement to come anywhere near escape. No one ever freed themselves of his grasp. It was true that Tessa surprised him. But he was never going to allow her the chance again.

After they finished talking he walked down the stairs and laid out the items he carried on a metal table near a wall. "So, did you ladies work everything out? No no don't tell me. You've resolved yourselves to being good until you get the chance to get away from me?" The very average looking man picked up a set of nipple clamps and walked toward the younger of the two sisters while he continued to speak. "Yeah. I was listening. But even if I wasn't I would have known. All of you think you're going to escape." While the disturbed man clipped the metal clamps to her nipples he made a clicking sound with his tongue as if to chastise them. Then flipped a switch on the chain that connected the two clamps. The switch immediately sent a weak pulse of electricity into her nipples which would arch through her chest and into the other clamp. Only strong enough to be painful yet weak enough to only briefly cause her heartbeat to fluxuate. A few seconds later he walked back to the table and picked up a wide spreader bar then walked toward Tessa who still had her hands free but was shackled to the chain by her neck. "That little toy on your sister is pretty weak. But as the pulses get stronger and stronger they will eventually stop her heart. So don't fight me."

Once his threat was made he bent and began to secure her ankles with the bar, which caused her to spread her legs. With her legs spread so wide that much of her weight was supported by the collar round her neck he brought her hands above her head and shackled them to the same chain that was connected to her collar. Another pulse shot through her sister while he ran his fingers over the cut on her labia then walked away. With both women vulnerable restrained he removed the clamps from her sister's nipples and went back to the table. When he returned to Tessa he had what looked like a large metal dildo attached to a metal pole and a collar with a remote.

Once he turned all three on dozens of two inch needles slowly began to poke out of the holes. But when he pressed the button on the remote the needles retracted and the collar started to make an electric sizziling sound. "Hold the button down or this will hurt a lot." After he put the remote in her hand He set the collar down and pressed the metal dildo against her pussy. "We are going to conduct a little experiement. I'm going to take your sister's virginity while she wears this collar. You can either hold the button and shock her the whole time. Or you can let these needles destroy your pussy."

Both girls stiffened at the sound of him coming into the room. The sisters eyed each other, both feeling very different about the situation. Tessa still felt her confidence. Even in her current state, she still felt she retained control of the situation. With a plan laid out before her, she knew what steps she thought she should take to get from point A to point B. Cammie was a bit more wavering, trembling like a leaf on a tree. One was the picture of strength. The other was the product of the situation the girls found themselves in. As he spoke, Cammie’s eyes widened, and she looked at her sister. Her unspoken words screamed out in her expression. Two words really. He knows. Tessa shook her head slowly to her sister as she heard the items come to rest on the metal table. She was trying to reassure her sister that perhaps this was his normal tactic. Maybe he said the same to other girls, if there were other girls. He could even be bluffing, and if they gave in, if they said one single word to let him know he was right, they could be giving themselves up to him without him never having been sure in the first place.

Cammie shifted her gaze quickly as he turned around and headed towards her with the clamps. She knew what they were. While she wasn’t as kinky as her sister, nor was she innocent, she knew what nipple clamps were. A lonely, sexually frustrated girl could find relief in the pleasure of her own fingertips rubbing her clit until she came while under the covers of her own bed watching porn late at night. So was the case with Cammie. “Wait,” she said as he neared her. “Please.” She wanted to beg him, to plead him to not put them on her, but fear is a powerful thing. For some it can fuel to do amazing, extradinary things. For others, it can be crippling. Had it not been for the fact she was tied to the ceiling, Cammie would have collapsed to the floor. Her fear was only compounded as he let them both know he had been listening. There was no doubt now. He knew.

The clamp bit into her nipple, and she gasped before whining. It wasn’t a strong pinch, but it was enough to grab her attention. The second one only made the feelings stronger. She heard the sound he made and began to apologize, to beg him to forgive them, but her words were stopped short. “Please. We’re sorry. We won’t…..” Cammie’s eyes glazed over as she starred up at the ceiling. It was stronger than a static shock. She had never felt anything like this. Her heart fluttered, skipping a beat in her chest. She wanted to gasp again, to cry out, but her lips were closed. Tears fell from both eyes, streaking down her face. Cammie wanted to look at her sister, she wanted to speak, but some invisible force was keeping her in the position she was in. Though she couldn’t see it, she could certainly feel it, and it was passing through her chest.

Tessa watched in horror, shaking her head. “What the fuck did you do to my sister?!” She was sure he wouldn’t answer, but he surprised her. “What? You bastard! Take those off her! You’re killing her! You’re fucking killing her!” She had heard every word he said, and knowing that Cammie didn’t have long, she complied. Tessa wanted to tell him to hurry up, but she was afraid that if she did, he would take his time. Time was something she knew her sister didn’t have. Flinching and yelping as he ran his finger over her fresh cut, she then glared at him as he walked away. Tessa breathed a sigh of relief as he took the clamps from Cammie. Cammie leaned her head back taking deep breaths. Her chest rose and fell as she did. The sounds of her gulping air into her lungs made it’s way over to Tessa. She gritted her teeth, wanting to destroy him. “You bastard,” she said. That was all she said, even though the urge to say much more was there. She focused on her sister, watching her breath, watching her body tremble. Tessa wondered would he have really let her go if she had come with him. Probably not she resolved. Cammie had seen his face. He wouldn’t take that risk. This man was nothing more than a sadistic, raping liar. She knew they couldn’t trust anything he said. Then again, she rarely trusted anyone.

He returned to her with curious devices, and Tessa looked to him with utter disgust. “What is this,” she asked. He was more than accmodating, explaining exactly what all of this way. Her mouth hung open as he placed the remote in her hands. “No! Wait,” but it was useless. He shoved the dildo inside her. The metal was cold and unforgiving. Tessa looked down, seeing the pole holding it firmly inside her. She could feel the remote in her hand, and she knew if she let it go the two inch needles would begin to emerge, piecing into her sensitive, tender skin. Destroy. That one word applied to both of them. No matter what her choice was, she knew one of them would be destroyed. Cammie’s head was still back, but she had clearly heard everything. It was apparent by the sobs that radiated from her. “No. Please. No,” she cried over and over again. “Tessa please,” she finally screamed. “Don’t do that to me!” Cammie knew she wasn’t going to be able to stop him. The only person she could influence was her sister. “Let go of the button Tessa! Please! I’ll..I’ll die from it!” Tessa’s face contorted as she tried to hold back her tears. “Will it..will it kill her? The collar? Will it kill her?"

John chuckled at her query. But before he answered he placed a strip of duct tape over her mouth. "No It won't." He whispered into her ear only loud enough for Tessa to hear. Then without another word he stepped over to Cammie with the collar in his hand. "How much do you want to bet that your whore of a sister decideds that her pussy is more important than you?" He asked just before he strapped what was essentially a dog training collar to her neck then began to undress.

While John's looks we're extremely average, his member was not. Once He stood nude between the two women he began to stroke that gigantic shaft to coax it to life. As he did so he looked to Tessa and asked. "So do you think I can fit this all into your sister? Or am I going to have to cut her open to fit it all?" he knew she couldn't answer. Not that she would if she could. But he liked The monologue.

After several short moments he picked up a bottle of lube and began to work it over his massive shaft that appeared to be as long and thick as Cammie's forearm. No the lube was not for her benefit. It was for his. Raping a dry pussy Would be just as painful for him as it was her.

Duct tape. Universal in all the things it can be used for. She had seen it on television shows demonstrating the various uses for it. Often it was used in movies to quiet a victim. So was the situation she found herself in. He pressed it to her lips. The sticky adhesive doing it’s job, her voice fell silent. Her eyes widened as he whispered the answer to her question. Tessa knew she wouldn’t be able to warn her sister. ‘That’s why he did it,’ she thought. He was sadistic, clearly, but he was intelligent. She watched him near her sister, and Tessa screamed behind the tape secured across her lips. Pulling with her wrists, trying to somehow force her way free, she could only watch as he snaked closer to her helpless sister. The collar loomed in his hand, inching ever closer to Cammie. Tessa knew she was just as helpless as Cammie, but the desire to help her, the fight response was so strong within her, that she couldn’t help but try.

Anger flares in her eyes as he talks to Cammie. The younger sister slowly lifted her head, hearing him come closer. She eyes the collar with fear. “Please,” she whispers, shaking her head slightly. “Don’t do this.” Cammie’s eyes dart over to her sister. “Please Tessa. Help me.” Cammie knew the only way her sister could help her was to let go of the button. It was all she was pleading for her sister to do. Her gaze quickly averted back to him as he neared closer, moving to put the collar on. She could hear it. That awful sound, similar to a taser came closer to her as he began to put the collar on. “No,” she screamed. “Tess…..” Cammie’s muscles tightened as it connected with her skin. Her toes curled, and her entire body was straight as a board. Breathing was a task. She had to force air into her lungs. Her tears ran down her face as she could only look forward. Tessa was within her field of vision. She saw her sister turn her head away, not wanting to see what was happening. His words remained her mind. ‘How much do you want to bet tht your whore of a sister decided that her pussy is more important than you?’ It would seem he was right. She couldn’t even look at her.

Though Cammie wasn’t aware of it, the sounds she made as the current ripped through her body, seizing her muscles, Tessa could hear her. She closed her own eyes tightly, not wanting to hear her, to see her, to even be in this room. The room seemed heavy in her hand. Her sister’s pain was in her grasp. She could make it stop, but she couldn’t move her fingers. The knowledge of what would happen to her gripped her around the throat, choking her, making it impossible for her to move. She couldn’t even plead with him. Even if she could, what would she say? Hurt me instead of my sister? He had already given her that option. She was in control of that. Tessa could divert the pain to her own body right now, and she couldn’t move.

Tessa turned her head back towards her sister and opened her eyes to see him standing there, naked, stroking his own cock. He was intimidating. His question struck even more rage, deeper this time, as well as fear. Tessa knew from experience that a huge cock could be very painful as it was shoved deep inside a tight pussy. Cammie was a virgin. He would tear her hymen wide open and probably split her open in the process. At least he mentioned he would cut her open. That was both a torment and a good thing at the same time. If he cut her open, the skin would not rip, but he would be cutting her. Either way, as she stared at his member, Tessa knew it was going to damage her sister in ways Cammie could not even imagine. Her body relaxed, feeling the dildo penetrating her deep. She was resigned that she couldn’t help her sister. Her sister was going to suffer. Her sister was suffering. She watched him begin to lube his cock, and she could see her sister’s face turning red. Though she knew it would not kill her, Tessa could not even fathom the pain her sister was going through. Her eyes wet as tears streamed down her face were trying to convey how sorry she was to her sister who only looked forward.

Cammie's body was straight as a board and just as ridged. When he stepped up behind her and pressed his thick meat between her legs He had to litterally pry her legs apart. The sensation was all encompasing as he forced his cock into her virgin pussy. He felt her body spasm around him and groaned while he breached her hymen. Every twitch of her body sent a jolt of pleasure through him while he crammed himself into her. And despite her rigidity his lubricated shaft tire through her soft flesh and impaled her with ease. He however was unable to fit his entirety into her.

The moment his hearty cockhead pressed against her cervix he began to press forward with renewed vigor. He could feel her blood flow from her over stuffed cunt and dropped down his balls and to his legs while he continued to press onward. The sounds that sprang from his lips were inhuman. Animalistic in a way while he tried to tear through her cervix. cervix. No matter how many times he defiled a new woman the feeling was always one of pure brutal joy. Finally he felt himself slip into her womb. The small opening tore through and allowed him access to the deepest depths of her womanhood. He knew that such an assault was one she wouldn't likely ever recover fully from. Even if she were to escape and live on her body was forever changed. The damage done would likely never properly heal and would leave her barren.

None of that mattered to John. All he cared about was his own pleasure and the sounds that filled the room from her torture. So once he tore through her cervix and felt himself become hilted inside her he grabbed her hips and began to piston violently in and out of her forcing his entire cock into her defiled hole with each brutal push. Over and over he assaulted her body while the electricity jumped from one prong in the collar through her sensitive skin and into the other. Time lost all meaning to him. Minutes turned into hours and then back to seconds while he ravaged her torn body until he suddenly began to jerk. Burried in her womb he unleashed his seed with an almost animal like groan. Shot after copious shot sprayed her insides while his cock jerked and jumped inside her body until his sack was empty. Even after he emptied himself he remained buried for several long moments before he regained control and stepped away from her.

His cock was coated in the pinkish mixture of his cum and her blood. The same mixture that would undoubtedly begin dripping from her gaping hole and run down her leg. While his breathing began to return to normal he patted her rump then removed her collar then spit in her face.

Tessa couldn’t bring herself to look at her sister. The sounds coming from here were nauseating. Cammie would gasp for air periodically. That alone was a knife sinking into her. She grunted, as if she could push the pain she was feeling from her with the sound coming from her throat. Tessa closed her eyes hating that sound. She could still hear the sizzling of the collar from when he was standing close to her. Cammie must hear that same sound now amplified as the current flowed through her. Tessa squeezed the remote in her hand, making sure the spikes never left the dildo shoved firmly inside her pussy. ‘She’s already in pain. The collar isn’t going to kill her. She’ll recover from what the collar is doing to her.’ Her mind worked quickly to try and rationalize why she was allowing her sister to suffer so much, but the truth was something simple and painful. Tessa was selfish. She thought more of her own pussy than her sister. There was no way she could let the spikes penetrate her and destroy her body. It was unthinkable. ‘He was already going to rape her. There is no way I could stop that. The collar won’t kill her, and she will heal from anything it does to her. These spikes could do a lot more damage. I can’t….She’ll understand.’

Cammie could feel his hands on her body, pulling, prying her legs apart. Even if she wanted to, there was no way she could open her legs for him. He had to have known that. Even her toes were curled tightly, painfully so. Cramps racked her body from the constant constricting of her muscles. From the arches in her feet to her shoulders, she could feel them seizing up along her already tight muscles. Her drool continued to run down her chin, spilling to her breasts. Swallowing was impossible. In fact, breathing was an effort. Literally she had to force her lungs to work, taking in air. So a task as simple as spreading her legs was certainly unattainable if she desired him.

His cock pushed inside her, and she carelessly, unavoidably groaned, exspelling the precious air from her body she had worked so hard to take in. He kept pushing, feeding his cock into her pussy until she felt him reach her innocence. Cammie’s eyes poured tears down her face, knowing he would not stop. This man had not come this far to stop now, and he certainly didn’t. As he ripped through, she felt the sharp pain immediately followed by the burning of his skin rubbing against her new torn skin. Her walls, already incredibly tight, were made almost impassable by the way her body contracted around him. Still he pressed on. Her eyes glanced over to her sister, who was unable to even look at her. She could see the remote in her hands. The fucking remote that was so close, that could end part of this pain, this torture she was enduring, was right there, in her sister’s hand, and she wouldn’t press the fucking button. Her sister’s tears meant nothing to her. Shed for her own weakness, her own selfish actions, Cammie disregarded them.

There was no way she could tell if he was fully inside her. So when she felt the ache of his cock pressing aginst her cervix, she thought her ordeal was coming to an end. He had shoved as much of himself inside as possible. Now he would simply have to fuck her. That had to be how this would play out. Again she forced another breath into her lungs. Her body embraced the air just before he plunged in deeper. Her eyes opened wide and she screamed out, spilling the air back out into the room. The sound was gut wrenching. She could feel….she could hear the skin ripping as he tore her open. Everything from the waist down was nothing but a throbbing agony as it felt like he shattered her. She wanted to vomit. The lump was in her throat, but all she could focus on was the pain, the unimaginable pain that this man was showering on her, and then it still wasn’t enough.

He began to fuck her, his cock quickly taking her. The blood squished, making further disgusting sounds as his cock filled her completely, fitting inside her womb, each time. Cammie groaned. It was a rhythm she worked hard to acquire. She would groan and then gasp for air, drinking it in hungrily, so she could vocalize her pain. It was pain that seemed to not matter to her sister just across the room. Her neck burned from the collar, her chest ached from the strain of breathing, and from the waist down she was sure did not resemble a woman at all anymore. The blood flowed down her legs. It was an eerie sensation, one that forced a shiver down her nearly paralyzed body. She could feel everything, though she was powerless to move, even how her nipples were hard. The warmth spread through her hips as he reached his peak. It was strong, and it seemed to spread out, gripping her to her clit. Then Cammie realized the awful truth she didn’t want to be. It wasn’t just a warmth from his seed filling her body. She had cum. While this man was raping her, tearing her open, ripping her sensitive skin, filling her womb with his seed, she had cum. On some level deep inside her mind, within her body, she had liked some part of this, and her body had reached an orgasm. There was no tightening of her pussy around his shaft. She couldn’t. The collar, his girth, all of it had combined for her not even realizing she was gripping his shaft.

He pulled from her, and she felt the blood flow increase as it raced down her legs, to her ankles, down her feet, and to the floor. The collar was removed, and she took a deep breath, her lungs feeling like they would explode. As she exhaled, she coughed and cried. There were no words for her sister. She didn’t flinch as his spit touched her face. Cammie cried for her own loss, for her pain, for her battered body. It was clear to her that her sister would not. So it was up to her to mourn what she had lost.

Tessa wanted to call out to her sister. She wanted to know if she was okay. It was a stupid question really. Why should she even wonder about that. The answer was blatantly clear. Cammie was not okay, and she may never be okay again. Still it was the only thing Tessa could think of to ask her. Her own apology already raced through her mind, but until he removed the tape, she would have to be silent.