Artistic Inspiration [Katon & LataPaine]

[katon]

The news reported a serial killer on the loose, a series of murders around the city had sprung up, one every few days. The killer’s victims were all women. The murders were always of woman the way in which they were chosen was at random. But one thing always added up. It was the same guy he always mutilated the women in some disgusting fashion and would display their bodies on street corners and parks for all to see. This murder was becoming quite a sensation, but there were always women who know better thought they wouldn’t be kidnapped.

Her name wasn’t important, who she was, or what she did. He had picked her up last night. Too trusting she was, never mind though her trust had betrayed her and she was now in his lair.

He had left this one clothed for the moment while he put the finishing touches to his latest creation. This one would have to wait a while, he had managed to sedate her and now she lay on the floor in a room off the main chamber. Her arms had been secured behind her back, her legs to match and the whole series of knots bound to gather to place both her feet and hands behind her back. Blind folded and gagged he had left her there while he finished up, she would soon have her turn but for now he had to clean up.

 

[LataPaine]

Alexiana Mashenger lays helpless on the flood of the room, barely moving with her hands and feet tied firmly behind her. She sleeps deeply from the drug that was given to her as a red mark forms at the side of her neck, showing where the drug was injected to knock her out. A little drool can be seen escaping from around the cloth gag that was placed in her mouth after she was kidnapped by the serial killer.

She breathes deeply through her nose and soon begins to stir a bit while the artist continues on finishing up his latest work. Light moans soon escape her gagged lips, waking up from her drug induced slumber. She tries to look around, but her blindfold prevents her from seeing the horror he is working on. Though, the smell of blood fills her nose and starts making her feel nauseous as she starts writhing harder on the floor. “Mmmm!” She tries to yell out through her gag, but no one would be able to make out what she is trying to say. She starts pulling on the ropes holding her hands and feet together behind her, but finding it useless in her position. She never felt so frightened and confused as her heart begins to race.

 

[katon]

She had been there long enough the drugs would soon have left her system and she would be ready for work. He had finished with his last piece and his current work had now been displayed in the manner those before had. Returning back to his lair the faint sounds of murmurs could be heard. His new canvas was ready for him to use.

Stepping into the room the woman was in near enough the same position as he had left her, her slight struggling had caused the grime from the floor to mark and stain her cloths somewhat but her clothing was of little importance to him. The room held a coldness about it, the concrete walls gave no level of comfort for those within, they did however keep the sounds of his victims at bay, the weaker ones that would cry out for someone to help them. No one ever would, this little hiding place he had selected was incredibly secluded and suited his work perfectly.

Stepping into the room the echo of his booted food on solid floor echoed around the room, fear would now be rife through the young woman. Fear was a powerful tool he used and it also gave him great delight in playing with his victims before he used them. Taking a few more steps into the room he stops a few paces from the young woman, her wrists a slight red raw caused by the rope performing it’s task brilliantly. A few more paces followed by a few more echoing foot steps should get his victim’s heart pumping. As he circled the young woman he eyes up her more attractive features and his twisted mind starts to envision all manner of sick and twisted ideas he could exact on this victim.

A few more paces and the man came to stand to the young woman’s side, her hand bag and belongings had been tossed into the room with her and with a jangle of keys and coin he picked the bag up to investigate who she was. As he looked through her belongings he found the usual items a woman would be expected to carry, a further inspection reviled her ID card. “Alexiana?” A cold voice questioned the voice a deep and menacing one, one filled with a coldness only matched by the room. “Quite a lot of cosmetics in her young lady, you won’t be needing these any more, i will make you beautiful. I will make you an image that all will want to see!” His voice softening as he spoke though the words carried some maliciousness about them.

Tipping the contents of her makeup and other belongings on the floor the man places the sole of his boot against her hip and with the sound of her falling items he rolls her onto her back. Her face an image of discomfort as her body weight now presses unevenly on her hands and ankles. Furthering to investigate his latest captive he places his boot on her stomach and presses down with his weight. As he feels her stomach tense under the weight he releases. “Good strong muscles, you should prove quite receptive then. I do enjoy a woman that looks after herself.” His words nothing more than a cold passing comment as his mind furthers his plans for the young woman.

 

[LataPaine]

Alexiana breathes heavily through her nose, but tries not to breathe in too deeply since the smell of blood and other bodily fluids and waste would overpower her sense of smell, making her want to throw up even more while she slowly recovers from the drug that was injected into her body. It wasn't long before she heard the sounds of her captor making his way into the room. She tries crying out again, thinking it might be someone coming to help her. She would hear him coming closer and closer before stopping every now and then, confusing and frightening her since she doesn't understand what is going on. From the smell of the room, she only assumes that being there can't be good.

After a little while longer, she soon hears him looking through her purse and would hear items dropping on the floor before hearing her name. She listens to him explain that he is going to make her beautiful, but she doesn't understand why he is doing this to her and what exactly he has planned for her. After her stuff is dropped, she soon feels a foot being placed upon her hip. She winces as she feels him applying pressure, forcing her to lay on her back. Her body arches with her hands and ankles pressing up against her back, causing her further pain and discomfort as she moans through the gag. Her eyes widens and she coughs when feeling him pressing his boot into her stomach, feeling him pushing some of the air out of her as he tests her muscles. "Mmmmm!" She cries out as she starts writhing harder, pulling as hard as she can on the ropes holding her hands and feet together to her back. Her large chest can be seen heaving up and down rapidly as her heart races from fear and frustration.

 

[katon]

Though she couldn’t see, the man smiled intently at his new project. The smile was one of wickedness and self gloat as he had decided her fate as soon as he had drugged her. He needed to play her though, offer her some trade off some chance that she might live, it made his subjects that little bit easier to control. Of course if she denied him a submission he had his methods of breaking her.

Removing his foot he once again rolled her onto her front, the wind getting knocked out of her slightly at his heavy handed handling of her. Moving down to kneel next to her he places one hand around the back of her neck and undoes the knot that binds her ankles to her wrists. As soon as the knot fell open the young woman’s limbs soon followed. Her hands still tied behind her resting at the base of her back and her feet bound still. She stretched a little at the new sense of freedom she was now granted. With a grasp of the hand he had around her neck he let her know he wasn’t a weak man, the drugs would allow her some movement, and acts requiring any power would equate to nothing more than the strength of a kitten.

Still knelt on the floor he held her neck in position twisting his hand her face becomes pushed to the ground, the dusty smell mixed with the aroma of blood and other fluids causes her to cough further. “You are mine, no one will find you, you only leave when i say, and you only leave when you are perfect. You are a image of beauty my darling though this world does not know it yet, you have potential and through me everyone will see it.” His whispered words no doubt lingered in the frightened woman’s ears.

Getting up from his knees the mysterious man paces away a few steps and watches over the woman. She now has some level of freedom and movement, the testing will begin now, testing to see how responsive she is to his commands, and how submissive she will be.

“You leave when i say, you leave when you have fulfilled your tasks. Drag yourself to your knees and sit up, perhaps then i will allow you some more freedom.” His words a aggressive and domineering tone, his position in the room to her unknown as his voice echoed and rang through the solid walls.

 

[LataPaine]

She coughs lightly when feeling him finally pull his foot from her belly, breathing in more easily than before as she takes in deep breaths. She winces as she is made to roll onto her front, knocking the wind out of her once more as she coughs hard. The dust and the smell of blood and waste only makes it worse with her face close to the floor now. She can't even imagine what went on in this place. She doesn't even want to try to imagine what he did. Though, the drug given to her would only make it hard for her to even try to think about it right now. She winces when feeling him grabbing a hold of her neck, coughing a little as she soon feels him working on untying her hands and feet from her back. She winces as she feels her feet falling to the floor with a hard thud, causing pain to her legs and knees. "Mmmm!" She moans out in pain through the gag as she feels him giving her neck a twist, forcing her head to painfully turn to his will and give her a more potent smell of the floor.

She soon hears him speaking once more of his plan and what she will be allowed to do. None of it sounds appealing to her and she just wants to leave so very badly right now. She coughs hard when feeling him finally release her neck, still feeling as if he is still holding it while she lays there writhing slowly like a worm drying out in the sun. She soon hears him explain that she would be able to leave once she has done what she is told and soon hears him giving her first orders. The promise of more freedom does sound good to her ears right about now along with the thought of leaving. She soon decides to do as she is told for now, hoping to find an opening to escape. Slowly, she tries to use her stomach muscles to pull herself up. She never felt so weak as she forces herself to sit up on her knees, her upper body somewhat hunched over. She breathes in deeply and rapidly as she tries to catch her breath, already feeling worn out. She sits still, waiting for further orders or if he would give her more freedom.

 

[katon]

A joyous occasion always came about when he managed to back a submissive one, she didn’t look the type to give in straight away but in hind sight any glimpse of freedom would be taken by any human at this point. Her posture was still hung over, the drugs still making his victim weary. Her breasts were indeed inviting as she struggled to breathe correctly her chest moved up and down and the mysterious man soon became fixated on her breasts. The sound of his footsteps soon filled the air once more as he stepped closer again to exact more of this authority.

A light touch across the back of her neck as his fingers traced through her hair, her breathing was becoming more controlled again as she began to get used to her new position. His fingers traced slowly a little more working their way through her hair, higher and higher up to the very rear of her skull. Closing his hand he trapped a large proportion of her hair and twisted to bring her head and posture to sit straight and high. Pulling her up as high as he could he allowed her to remain on her knees, only wanting to offer her a small level of pain while straightening her body to bare that incredible chest.

“You have quite an alluring chest young lady, would you care to share it with me?” His words nothing more than a mocking of her current situation, she had no choice, her murmurs and moans were never going to deter this monster. Still with her head held in his hand he allowed his free hand to wonder. The touch of his cold hand on her neck made her recoil from the cold. He allowed her no freedom from him only tugging her hair tighter to hold her into position.

His hand soon crept down her blouse, her exposed skin feeling his cold touch as his hands wondered. As her exposed flesh turned into the fabric of her blouse he furthered his hands to wonder around her covered breasts. Slowly as he traced his hands he unbuttoned her one by one, soon he could reach down now further but had allowed him enough as to gain full accesses to her chest. Sliding the blouse from her shoulder it now fell to her waist as some crude belt. Knelt in his grasp only her bra protected her nipples from his icy touch. His hands continued to wonder further and further down, sneaking their way behind her bra his fingers massaged her nipples. The feeling of her nipples growing erect no doubt brought some pleasure to his wicked man’s game.

Playing with her breasts for a moment he soon caused her chest to chill over with goose bumps and her nipples to erect fully. Sliding his hand from her chest he released her hair and once ore stepped away to take some refuge in the room. He watched as her heart beat from behind her chest, a mixture of fear, cold and arousal now filled her. She had allowed him a touch of her breast with little retaliation so he furthered her freedom, removing the gag from her mouth he took it into his position and offered her a word of help. “You may speak because i choose for you too. Do not think to call for help, none will hear you and your echoing voice will only aggravate me.”

 

[LataPaine]

She flinches when feeling his fingers gliding along the back of her neck, causing her body to tremble lightly from the feeling as she sits there on her knees. She soon feels him getting a tight grip on her hair at the back of her head before giving it a painful twist and pulling it back, forcing her to sit up as she cries out in pain. She begins breathing deeply and hard as tears fill her eyes, the salty liquid appearing under the blindfold. With her posture changed, her large breasts now stick out more, allowing the man a good look at them as she continues her deep breathing.

She continues trembling as she listens to him talking about her sharing her breasts with him, but doesn’t say a word to him for the moment since she doesn’t know what to do in her situation. With her hands and feet still tied up, she can’t do anything to defend herself against him. The muscles of her body quickly tense as he lets his free hand explore, feeling his free hand lingering over her while he brings his other hand from her hair to the back of her neck again. She begins to feel her blouse loosening as well before it is pulled down her shoulders and over her arms and waist, trapping her even more. She gasps when feeling his hands sliding into the cups of her bra, feeling his bare fingers touching her sensitive nipples. The coldness of his fingers cause her nipples to erect and harden, making her feel very uncomfortable as she begins to squirm a bit.

Her body relaxes once more as soon as she felt both hands move away from her when stepped away from her. She doesn’t understand why he doesn’t just rape her and get it over with; feeling very confused with what he wants to do with her. She coughs when feeling him finally remove gag, listening to him giving her permission to speak before explaining that it is useless to call for help. “Wh… what do you want from me…? Please… Just let me go…”

 

[katon]

“You will get to leave in good time, but first i have work to do, we both do. As soon as you are ready you can leave, it’s completely up to you. Work with me and leave sooner or try to resist and endure you current treatment further.”

With the gag pocketed the mind games could now begin he needed her, it was up to her whether she would play his game or try to fight. He paced around a little more, allowing his boot to echo on the floor. The resounding echo hiding his actual location in the room but maintaining his presents, with each thud of his boot he could see her chest palpitate, her heart beat increasing at each sound. Both defenceless and blind to him she had nothing at the moment, she was his and as she contemplated his offer his image of a perfect specimen was becoming a reality.

A few more steps around the room and the sound of old lighting coming on filled the air, that medium tone buzz and the light sound of tapping as the electricity filled the old disused lighting tube. The lights were to the rest of his lair, the rooms that lay beyond the young woman’s current prison, the rooms that would shape her to his image.

“We must progress my dear, and that cold floor can’t be doing anything for your knees.” His words almost caring in their approach though even a child could tell they were a hollow and insincere gesture. His quick step soon filled the small room once more as he re-approached and grabbed the woman by the neck and stomach lifting her to her feet and pinning her against the wall. His heavy handed approach once again causing the woman some discomfort as she collided with the wall and remained pressed there by his grasp.

 

[LataPaine]

The young woman tries to face the man even with the blindfold still covering her eyes, trying to follow his voice while she remains on her knees. She listens to him reassuring her that she will be released as soon as possible as long as she continues to behave herself. She understands what he is saying, but doesn’t really get what he means. Though, she does understand that she won’t be released until he is finished with her and she is hoping that it will be soon.

She again hears him walking around her, starting to feel frustrated since she thought he was going to do something, but would only hear his footsteps as he walks around her helpless form on the floor. She flinches when hearing the sounds of electricity being turned out throughout the building, making her feel even more nervous since she can’t see what is happening.

After a little while of waiting, she soon hears him speaking to her once more. She winces and coughs as soon as she feels him grabbing a hold of the front of her throat, feeling him lifting her up and forcing her to her feet while pressing her firmly to the wall. She breathes deeply and gasps for air as she is held up, having a hard time standing with her feet still tied firmly together. She doesn’t understand why she is being treated so roughly since she has been behaving so far, trembling before him as she struggles to breathe.

 

[katon]

With the room beyond now lit the young woman is dragged across the floor and into the next room, the aged and worn concrete floor decorates her body as the man crudely drags her along. Throwing her down he shows little remorse for his victim now, she has suffered enough physiological turmoil.

Leaving her humped on the floor the room goes silent for a moment as the man slips away, returning the woman’s skin is greeted by a cold and light sensation. It starts at her neck, just below her throat the feeling begins. Twisting and winding its way down the un-usual touch can be felt all the way to the top of her chest. Moving around more it becomes apparent the object is sharp as the man lightly starts to decorate her shoulder blades and upper chest with a series of light scratches. Each one deep enough to draw blood but to cause nothing more.

He toils with his light cutting of her lower neck and chest for some time, any pleas are inevitably disregarded as he furthers into his work. With his implement still in hand his thoughts soon turn to a more erotic sense as his yet again becomes fixated on her breasts, knowing he must have them he quickly dispatches her bra with the flick of his knife and her breasts just seem to flow out as they are freed from their constraints.

“Perfect aren’t they, you should be very proud, tell me is your boyfriend fond of them?” His words a menacing and cold tone as he takes great pleasure and time is allowing his hands to wonder her chest. “Ive marked you enough for now, i hope it wasn’t too painful. There will be much more to come.” A sinister and dark laugh soon escaped the man’s lips as he struggled to hide his intent and joy.

Unhappy that she had only suffered a little he soon snatched the blade from the ground and set about removing the rest of her clothing. He took his time, the knife edge and point would trace across her skin many times before he cruelly and uncaringly cut her cloths away. Any of her pleas he only took as a feeble weakness and didn’t let them interfere with his work.

With her now completely naked he abrasions to her chest had soon stopped bleeding and he was egger to see what his new canvas had to offer. Mocking and taunting her with the blade further he asks her. “What do you think i will do now? What shall i do to you?”

 

[LataPaine]

The poor woman winces as she is brought back down to the floor, feeling him taking a hold of her hair and dragging her along the floor as she cries out in pain. It feels as if her hair would be pulled out of the scalp as she is brought into another room while the grime dirties her legs and rear end. She winces as she is forced to the floor, stunning her a bit as the back of her head hits the floor with a loud thud. She lays still for the moment as she listens to him walk off, but then suddenly feels something cold and sharp press against the the soft flesh ofher neck. Her body tense up and suddenly feels it sliding against the soft flesh. “O… Ow! Wh… what are you doing?! Stop!” She cries out as he slides the knife over the throat and down her body. She doesn’t feel a lot of pain from the cuts since he isn’t cutting very deep. It feels more like paper cuts, stinging her as blood lightly seeps from the wounds.

Her body trembles lightly as she lays there, clenching her teeth while he carves a patern into her skin. It wasn’t long before she felt him remove her bra, listening to him complimenting at how perfect they are before asking about her boyfriend. She refuses to talk to him now as she feels him fondling her chest with both hands after putting the knife down. She breahes deeply as the wounds made into her flesh continues to sting her each time she feels any kind of light wind caress them, causing her body to shiver lightly. Before long, she feels him cutting away at the rest of her clothing until fully naked before him with streaks of blook all along her body.

“Please… I don’t know… Just please stop… Why are you doing this?! It hurts!” She yells out after hearing him ask her what she thinks he will do next. She thought he was just going to rape him. She never expected him to start lightly cutting into her flesh. She begins to fear for her life, thinking he may just suddenly stab her, but she has no means to stop him with her feet and hands still tied up.

 

[katon]

Her words were of little consequence to him as the man simply kicked his new toy causing her to roll flat of her belly. With a yank of her arms her brought them to bare as high as they would go, the tight ropes pinching the skin of her wrists and he pulled her arms higher. Any attempt she made to move or adjust to help relieve the pain was met by a stern kick to her back. “I don’t want to bruise you, just behave it’s so much easier.” His voice a hiss of annoyance at the woman’s feeble squirms.

Releasing her arms to drop back behind her back the sound of heavy chain soon filled the air, the sound of mental crashing on the floor and the echo doused by the metallic sound of the chain benign dragged along the floor. The chain traced over her body for a moment, the course and rough surface of the rushed chain leaving deposits of dirty rush on the young woman’s perfect skin. The man snaked the chain across her back and buttocks a few times before the snap the hook was herd and once more she began to feel her arms being pulled.

This time further and further up, the weight of her body being lifted by just her rope bound wrists attached to the hook. Further and further he hoisted his prize up until she couldn’t feel the floor, only the burning sensation of her muscles struggling to adjust and the cold exposed feeling her whole body received. He left her there for a moment to dangle, only allowing himself time to plan his next move.

 

[LataPaine]

She cries out when feeling him kick her side hard, causing her to roll over onto her belly. She clenches her teeth and breathes deeply through her teeth as she feels the cuts he made into her flesh press into the cold floor, allowing her to feel even more pain as she lays there. Her body trembles as she lays there and suddenly feels him grabbing a hold of her arms, feeling a painful strain in her muscles as they are lifted and pulled back. She writhes in pain on the floor while he tests her body, feeling him kicking her whenever she tried to move in a way to have relieve the pain and strain. She tries to do as she is told, but the pain she is feeling is so unbearable.

Her body relaxes once more when feeling him finally releasing her limbs. Though, still a somewhat throbbing dull pain in her shoulders. It wasn't long before she heard the rattling of chains being dragged over to her, feeling the weight of them sliding across her body as streaks of dirt is left behind. She feels him moving the chains around her back and rear end as he looks it around the rope holding her wrists together. After the hook is in place, she suddenly feels him starting to pull up on her wrists. Her body trembles and soon feels the familiar strain in her arms as she is slowly lifted up. She gets on her knees and soon finds herself somewhat standing. Before long, she feels that he feet aren't even touching the floor. Her body trembles hard from the pain once more, her body weight pulling down while her arms are still being help up by her wrists.

Her eyes widens when she begins to feel a sharp pain in her shoulders. She can almost hear a crack coming from her shoulders. "P... please! Stop! It hurts! Oh, god! It hurts!" She cries out as tears flow from under her blindfold. She doesn't know how much more she can take as she squirms in the air, feeling as if her arms are about to be ripped form the socket.