Nightmare (invitation only)

[sandmartin]

The evening was warm following a blazing hot day. I was making my way home after a couple of drinks in town with some friends. Too many drinks to drive and too nice an evening to take a taxi, so I decided to save the price of ride home and enjoy the evening.
Me? I’m Jenny, in my prime, my most striking feature is my long blonde hair, to the middle of my back, which everyone admires. I’m a young twenty-three year old, an all round nice girl, slim and of a normally cheerful disposition.

The traffic is light and the pubs have not yet emptied for the evening so everything is relatively quiet. I notice a Transit Van on the side of the road. The strange thing is there is a guy sitting in the side door staring at a piece of paper. It looks odd because I would have expected him to be in his cab.

I avert my gaze as he glances up and down the road. He looks lost and I just know he is going to ask me for directions, I’ve all ready seen him notice me. Well they say there is one born every minute and if this guy expects good directions out of me he must be a whole hours worth!

“Can you tell me...” He’s pointing at a piece of paper, I crow my neck to look at the dreadfully written scrawl. He stands up, turning side on to me so I can get a better view and then all of a sudden I am tumbling.

The air is knocked from me, leaving me gasping for breath on the floor of the van. Before I can even begin to comprehend what is happening my lungs are filling with a sweet sickly odour.

I try desperately to twist my head away from the cloth he is holding over my mouth and nose, trying hard not to breathe any of the vapour in. I feel my head going giddy, and then everything goes black.

*** *** *** *** ***

I come to, slowly at first, my head thick, my muscles kind of tight and inoperable. I feel sick, like I really am going to vomit and I try to turn. The cobwebs clear from my mind as I realise my limbs are thrown out awkwardly and restricted - that I am moving, I am in a vehicle. Everything comes rushing in all at once. I remember the van, the brief struggle.

My limbs have been bound spread open. I am lying on a smelly old mattress and as I look up through the window, I realise we have left town. I just don’t know why or what is happening…

 

[PhoenixPrime01]

Mick Ryan:

He'd moved to the city for just one reason, well two reasons actually, the hunting was better and easier and there was far less chance of his being caught as he took is prey if he was careful.

Mick's a big and strapping man with a deep and muscular chest, shoulders and back that looks big and strong enough to pull a plow, which he'd done now and then on the old man's farm if the tractor broke down. His arms were thick with muscle from hard physical labor and his big hands were calloused for the same reason.

He'd spotted this hot blonde with hair to her ass in the pub where he'd stopped for a quick beer, not really 'on the hunt' at least not until he spotted her that is.

When he came to the city he'd bought an older model van and fixed it up and used it as a taxi and for parcel deliveries to earn his bread and butter, and to take the cake and its icing when he hunted.

He'd found an old garage out of the city that wasn't occupied and rented it to keep the van in, to do repairs in, to live in. Then he'd redone the basement into his personal playground. The windows were bricked up. The outside door was replaced with two doors, an inner barred one and a few feet from it a steel fire door. The door to the basement from upstairs was now also a steel fire door with a double key deadbolt, a key was need on either side to open it, and at the bottom of the stairwell was another barred door. Tight and soundproof security to keep his prey, his playthings, where they belonged.

When Mick saw she was about to leave he left and hustled to his van. A quick check let him know all was in place for a hunt and he set the rag in the ziplock bag soaked with choloroform between the mattress and the side of the van so it'd be close at hand when needed.

He waited to see which way she'd turn when she came out and luck was on his side, she turned toward where the van was parked.

He got a picece of paper and hurriedly and sloppily wrote down a made up address, opened the side door of the van and sat there as she approached looking confusedly from the paper up and down the street, a ploy that had been successful many times for luring prey close enough to nab.

Now he had her in the van, she was unconscious and cuffed spread eagled on the mattress.
He had the inside rear view mirror adjusted so he could keep an eye on her and when she started to come around he smiled wickedly and waited long enough to be sure she'd regained her senses.
When she had, or seemed to since her head lifted so she could look around, he started his, what the shrinks would call psychological warfare, to soften her up and instill more fear to make her easier to control until she was in the basement and then it wouldn't make any difference how loud she wanted to be he'd be the only one to hear her.

He pushed in the cassette tape he'd made of several previous playthings in the basement and turned the volume to a mark he'd made on the dash stereo that filled the van, but from outside nothing could be made out clearly or understood.
The van filled with the sound of a woman begging and pleading not to be hurt again saying she'd do anything, anything at all if she just wasn't hurt again.
Then she screamed... and screamed until it became moans and whimpers as her begging and pleading changed to, "Nooo, not in my ass again. Pleasssee don't fuck my ass again I beggg you." but the moans, pleas and whimpers continued and in the background could be heard the sound of flesh hitting flesh, and each time the *smack* was heard she'd groan and whimper.

 

[sandmartin]

Jenny:

A noise. I pay little attention at first, then I hear a woman’s voice complaining – No, begging. My ears pick-up. I listen terrified of what I am hearing, yet too afraid to try not to pay it any attention. I know its implication. I know what fate he now has in mind for me. My stomach knots, more than ever I feel I am going to vomit, I need the loo, I desperately want a wee. It’s nerves, I know it’s nerves, I just can’t stop my stomach from doing all these cartwheels. Oh God I feel sick…

“Stop it!” I suddenly yelled. Only the sound died in my throat, sounding more like “Gop ik.” from behind my gag.

The van continues its journey and I am physically trembling in the back as I listen to the woman’s cries…

 

[PhoenixPrime01]

In the van:

Her voice fades away and another begins, "Ohhh God not to my tits and nipples again. Pleassse, I'm beggggging you, don't whip my tits and nipples again."

Silence for a few seconds then a *Splat!* and she screams and screams before babbling, "Please fu-fuck me again. Pleassse anywhere you want, but no more. My tits and nipples hurt soooo badly nooo morrreee pleasssse."

*Splat!* And she screams again.

 

[sandmartin]

Jenny:

There are tears streaming down either side of my face as I lie bound and helpless on his stinking mattress listening to the poor woman pleading. Worse still, it is obvious that her pleas are going unheeded. What is going to happen to me?

 

[PhoenixPrime01]

In the van:

*Splat!* She screams once more and sobs out, "Yesss! Yesss! I'll suck you and drink it too. I won't spit this time or not swallow any, but.. but not again for God's sake no more I can't stand it any more."

Silence... followed by slurping and sucking sounds as she apparently is doing what she said she'd do.

The van turns, stops and the man gets out and closes the door. Through the windshiled a garage door can be seen rolling up. He returns and drives inside the garage then shuts off the van and gets out again.

The roll up door can be heard closing and a click, possibly a lock closing and then the side door of the van slides open and the man who sought directions is stand there looking down at her, hungrily.

"I'll unfasten the ropes, legs first. When your legs are free move them stright out in front of you and about 18" apart and keep them there."

He does and when her legs are where he wants them clips a rope to rings on the leather ankle cuffs so she can't take more than an 18" step.

"Now I'll unclip your wrists. In front of you and keep them there."

One at a time each is freed and as he looks into her terror filled eyes as she moves her wrists together. When there close enough it uses another clip to fasten them that way.

"You'll get out now. I'll use your nice long hair as a leash to lead you where you're going.
"Any fighting and you'll be screaming like they were.
"Any escape attempts and you'll be screaming like they were.
"Any attempt at all to harm me and you'll scream until you can't scream any more.
"Now, slut, out of the van and on your feet."

 

[sandmartin]

Jenny:

I lay there absolutely terrified. The engine is off and he is at the rear door. Whatever plans he has for me are about to start.

I listen very carefully to what he say’s, I don’t want to get it wrong. My feet, I let him lift the ankle of my jeans and set my leg into position. I feel the cuff close about my lower leg. My heart is pounding fit to burst.

He leans over to my wrist and I close my eyes, blotting him out of my vision. I look up as he moves both wrists out in front of me and for the briefest moment I am looking into the coldest pair of eyes I have ever seen.

Again I listen to his instructions, and then find myself shuffling out of the van. He knots a big fist in my hair and yanks me forward out of the van. I scream inside the gag, but he pays me no heed.

Dragging me forward by my long tresses, I am forced to hobble awkwardly and quickly after him to a big heavy door. My stomach contracts, going totally hollow as I watch him unlock the heavy door. The door opens and I am looking down a flight of brick steps that must surely lead to hell, at least I know it’s a hell that I will face.

I want to talk to him, to reason with him, anything but go down those steps. I try to hold back, but one sharp tug on my hair and I am compelled to follow…

 

[PhoenixPrime01]

As she begins to slowly and carefully hobble her way down the stairs the door shuts with an ominious and heavy *thud* and the sound of the lock engaging is clearly heard.

He's beside her before she reaches the bottom and uses another key to open the barred door so she can pass through into the dark, since the only light is from a dim stairwell bulb, full of "things" hidden by the darkness in the basement but hinted at.

Once he's locked the barred door her hair is once again used to lead her to the center of the room where he stops her and speaks again.

"It takes, as you've seen, two different keys to get through the locked doors and also two different keys to use the door to the outside.
"You're here now and you're now mine for as long as I choose to keep you.
"You will hold stock still and not move an inch as I remove all four cuffs and then turn on a light. It'll be very bright so when I go to turn it on you may want to close your eyes for a few moments."

He squats, his muscular thighs stretching the legs of his pants, and unlocks and removes one ankle cuff and then the other. Standing again he takes off each wrist cuff.

"I'm going to turn on the lights now if you want to shut your eyes," he says and vanishes into the murky darkness, just a darker shadow moving among the other ones near where he's walking.

There's a "click" and she's bathed in the light of four very bright spotlights. So bright and blinding that she can't see past them.

His voice comes from the surrounding darkness, "Now we'll see if you can be obedient of if you need a painful lesson in becoming obedient to my will.
"You will, as slowly and as sexily as you know how to, totally undress yourself for me. Each piece of clothing will be tossed into the darkness once it's been removed.
"When you are stark naked you will lock your fingers together and put them behind your neck and you will spread your feet wide, wide apart and freeeze like a statue so I can look at all of you... slut. And I do mean alll of you.
"You will begin now, or, if you want, the pain and lesson can begin.
"It's up to you."

 

[sandmartin]

Jenny:

Standing there bathed in blinding light with my heart racing inside my chest it is impossible to describe my chain of thought for they followed no logical pattern as I blinked hard against the lights.

I couldn’t simply take of my clothes on his say so, that would be like extending an open invitation to him. It would seem like I was encouraging him, instead I stood like a frozen rabbit trapped in the beam of car headlights…

 

[PhoenixPrime01]

In the basement of the garage:

Not another word is spoken.

There's dead silence for a few moments and the a hissssss and something dark flashes into the pool of bright light.

*Crack!* The popper on the tip of a whip snaps on the denium of her tight jeans cutting it and raising a welt on her hip.

"I said, "You will begin now, or, if you want, the pain and lesson can begin." so which will it be slut?
"Will you take it off or I cut it off with the whip?"

 

[sandmartin]

Jenny:

Out of the darkness comes a blur of movement. My leg feels as if it has been stung by a red hot poke as pain flashes across my hip accompanied by a loud crack. I stagger back, shocked by the pain, my hand clutching my wounded hip as I cry out.

“I said, “You will begin now, or, if you want, the pain and lesson can begin.” so which will it be slut?
“Will you take it off or I cut it off with the whip?”

I stand trembling in the lights, I can’t see him in the darkness that surrounds my world. I have no choice, I know he is serious. Trembling my fingers reach to the front of my shirt and I slowly open the buttons one by one, working my shaking fingers down the neat line.

I pull the hem of my shirt from the waist of my jeans and open the front as I allow my shirt to fall off my shoulders. Somewhere out there in the darkness he is staring at me, watching me as I struggle to free my wrists from the cuffs.

Despondently I toss my shirt out beyond the pool of light. I drape an arm across my chest, realize what I am doing and almost certainly what his response will be. I don’t want to take my bra off, it’s too soon, he’ll see me!

My wavering fingers reach down to the front of my jeans, I still have underwear on to protect me…

 

[PhoenixPrime01]

"I said sexily, sluttily do it like you would for someone you're trying to turn on before he fucks you because that's what you're doing bitch... or would you prefer the whip's kiss again?"

 

[sandmartin]

Jenny:

Dropping down on to one knee I undo the buckle of first one sandal, then the other. Again, following his instructions, I toss them beyond the pool of light that has become my world.

Standing up I am two inches shorter, why oh why can’t I be a whole five foot seven shorter!? I’m staring out into the darkness, my thumbs at the waist of my jeans. I am conscious of my semi-nudity, that he must be ogling my brimming bra and anticipating the sight of me totally naked and at his mercy. I fumble clumsily with the button of my jeans. It won’t give way!

I am conscious that he wants sexy, that my button seems to have become three times larger than it was when I put my jeans on and therefore won’t pass back through the eye. It is anything but sexy.

There is a swish, another blur of movement and a loud crack beside me. I flinch, but the whip misses me. Whether by design or good fortune I cannot tell.
“Hurry up.” He growls.

Panic rises within me, welling up deep from within, and then it dawns on me. My tummy muscles are so tense it is little wonder I can’t free the button of my jeans. I suck my stomach in and instantly pop the button. Mixed feelings of relief and deep regret wash over me as, fighting back a sob, I slide the zip down the front of my jeans unveiling a greater expanse of flesh.

Carefully now, I ease my jeans over my hips, ensuring that my briefs remain firmly in place. I pause briefly, my finger tracing the sore blaze his whip has branded across my hip. My jeans peel down my thighs and I am very aware of the way my breasts hang, the open display he must have of my cleavage as I pull my jeans down to my ankles.

Standing up, I tramp my feet free of my jeans whilst pulling at the elastic of my briefs to straighten my underwear. I lower myself down, knees locked modestly together, and retrieve my jeans. Pulling the legs of my jeans out neatly, I am so conscious of him watching me, staring at my nudity. Equally I am aware that I only have two remaining pieces of clothing left, and then what…?

My heart starts pounding wildly in my chest as I toss my jeans out of my little world of light. They sail away into the darkness, perhaps lost forever. Taking a deep breath, my chest quivers…

 

[PhoenixPrime01]

Voice from the dark:

"Stay just like that little bitch. Stay squatting and spread your legs.
"Move your knees as far part as they'll go and give me a peek at your pussy. I want to see if you shave your pussy or if you have a bush with hair sticking out past your panties.
"Do it now slut or you can try and guess where the tip of the whip will kiss you next."

 

[sandmartin]

Jenny:

Dear God! I feel myself colouring up as I reluctantly part my knees, almost losing my balance in the process which causes me to reach down to steady myself on the floor, and then colour up some more. The fabric becomes taut between my thighs, I feel it stretching to keep me concealed from him. Being a natural blonde, my hairs are virtually transparent, meaning there would be precious little for him to see; and I am well aware of the view he seeks, he spelt it out plainly enough.

I remain squatting, my face bright pink with embarrassment. My knees are splayed, showing my inner thighs all the way up to a flimsy expanse of fabric that covers my most secret place.

I wait, filled with apprehension…

 

[PhoenixPrime01]

Volice from the darkness:

"Mmmmm, a natural blonde huH? Nice surprise slut, I'm looking forward to seeing your snatch uncovered ever more now that I know that.
"Now slut, push a fingertip into the bottom of your pussy's slit. Push the panties deep into your slit and slide your finger allll of the way up to the top so the panties are tucked into to your slit nice and tightly.
"Lemme see how that looks and how your pussy lips look like that before you take the panties off for me."

"Oh and by the way, my cock's nice and hard for you now slut. Hope you're looking forward to feeling it like I am to using it to fuck you with."

 

[sandmartin]

Jenny:

I don’t believe I am hearing this! I feel a hot wave rise up my neck and flush across my face. Half-heartedly I extend a slender finger and move it down between my open thighs. I press the cloth in, feeling the edges of my gusset moving inward, uncovering millimetres of flesh on either side.

My heart is racing and I can feel a huge lump in my throat as I raise my finger upwards along the centre of my sex. I know the fabric is lifting out again behind my finger, that there is no tuck as he wanted. I continue to draw an imaginary line to the waist of my briefs and my gusset has not betrayed me and that I still remain veiled…

 

[PhoenixPrime01]

From the darkness:

The thin dark line snaps from the deep dark surrounding the illuminated area where she crouches.

*CRACK!* The whip cracks right in front of her right nipple then is flicked into the darkness again.

"Make it stay there slut or scream for me. Your choice slut."

 

[sandmartin]

Jenny

For split second I see his arm extend from the darkness and enter my circle of light. There is an enormous crack directly in front of me, making me physically jump, and the whip vanishes back to its world beyond mine.

I recover myself from my backward fall, opening my knees as I resume my squatting position. He is standing right in front of me, staring at me. I manoeuvre my finger down between my legs and push in.

The thin veil of fabric resists me, I cannot allow this. Hating myself I press in firmly, feeling the cloth stretch tight and draw in from either side. Suddenly the cloth gives way to my pressure, gathering in between the deep vale of my buttocks and sinking in my vagina.

Slowly I move my finger along the split that is the opening of my sex. My face is hot and flushed once again, I wonder if he can tell under these lights?

The cloth gathers in the groove along side my clitoris. There is little on show, just an impression of sorts, an outline through the fabric. I strain to listen - did I just hear a noise? Straight ahead, was that him?

I withdraw my finger and allow him the view he seeks…

 

[PhoenixPrime01]

Voice from the darkness:

"Mmmmm, nice fat pussy lips slut. I'll like licking, sucking and chewing on them. I bet they'll feel really good as I fuck you and hit them again and again every time my cock'd deep in your cunt," he chuckles wickedly.

"Lovely blush slut. Turns your golden tan to a lovely shade of red-gold.
"Now stay like that and take off the bra. I wanna see your tits. Wanna see if they're as large and firm outta that bra as they look in it.
"I like firm titties slut. So much fun to play with, to fuck and to torment if I want to, but then you head the bitch on the tape so you already know that... don't you.
"Get it off now, right now, and when you've tossed it put your hands behind your head and shake your tits for me. Gimme a little slutty show as I look at you pussy and dancing tits."

 

[sandmartin]

Jenny:

Terrified of where this is heading, of his cruel words and threats, I reach up behind my back. It isn’t easy holding my squatting position, knees splayed for him as I unclasp my bra – it, unlike my jeans, offers no resistance and I feel the straps slacken.

Crossing my arms before myself, I slip the shoulders straps, my heart is pounding wildly in my chest. I remove my arms, keeping the cups in place as best I can without being over obvious about it. Not that is much point, the outcome remains the same.

I hesitate, clutching my bra in place. There really is no way around this, grudgingly I remove my bra, my left hand moving up defensively to hide myself as my right throws the bra into the darkness. I make a point of not throwing it to where I know him to be standing – it is my little insignificant act of defiance.

I know what I must do, and I know the consequence of not complying, or at least the threats caution me against non-compliance. Slowly I raise my hands up behind my head. My naked breasts immediately on full display…

 

[PhoenixPrime01]

The voice from the darkness:

"Mmmm, now those are a lovely pair of tits you've got slut. I'll have a whole lot of fun with ones that firm and big. Big at least for one as thin as you are.
"What are they slut? Big "C's" or "D's" and look at those nice big fat nipples.
"I can almost taste them and feel them already.
"Shake your shoulders for me slut, shimmy and make 'em dance for me as I watch and look from your dancing tits to your pussy," he says in much hoarser voice than he's previously used when speaking to her.

 

[sandmartin]

Jenny:

My insides cringe and knot up as I try shaking my boobs, twisting my shoulders back and forth. It’s hard squatting like this and trying not to tip over as I shake my shoulders. I feel my breasts swishing gently and just that little movement causes me to colour up.

I notice the change in his tone and am wary of its implication as I continue to rock myself from side to side…

 

[PhoenixPrime01]

Voice from the darkness:

"Keep it up slut. Your tits look even better moving like that.
"You can stand up now and when you do take off your panties and toss them over this way. I want to see if your pussy smells as good as it looks and if the bit of wet I see on them is cunt juice or are you so scared pee is dribbling out of you," he says and chuckled nastily at the end as he's speaking.

"When you've tossed them to me you'll turn around so I can see your tight little ass and you'll spread your legs as wide apart as you can.
"Then my little soon to be totally naked for me slut you'll bend over for me so I can see your nice big tits and nipples between your legs, your face, pussy, cunt and asshole alllll at one time.
"Remember what happens if you don't do as I tell you, when I tell you slut bitch."

*CRACK!* The whip cracks between her spread legs inches from her pussy. So close she can feel the air from it's tip blow on her when it cracks.

"A reminder slut. Move! Now! Orrrrr...."

 

[sandmartin]

Jenny:

Trembling significantly I rise to my feet, my face burning hotly, should I face him or have my back towards him – I can’t remember?

Although I can’t see him hidden in the darkness, I turn away from where I think he’s stood. Somehow I think that will be easier, less humiliating than having to face him. My thumbs hook into the waist of my briefs at the hips…

I know he is out there, standing behind me, his eyes fixed on the thin covering of my rear. It should be one simple fluid movement, I’ve done it thousands of times. Slip the briefs down my legs to my knees and step out of them one leg at a time. But my shaking thumbs refuse to do the deed…

It’s that whip of his, just the sound of it terrifies me. I remember the woman on the tape – God what did he do to her? He’s hit me once and my jeans afforded me little enough armour then, I cannot imagine what the whip would do to unprotected skin. I realise that subconsciously my finger is tracing the welt he has left on my thigh. Perhaps the best thing is to just get it over with. Let him have his way, do what he wants, what all men want, and get through this ordeal.

All of these thoughs came not in any logical sequence, but in a tumble of mixed emotion. I took a deep breath, noticing the jerky motion in which my chest expanded as I steel myself. My thumbs hooked, tighten their grip and my shoulders began to dip…