Nightmare

[Noon_Shadow]

Colin Miles

Colin had first noticed her a week ago. She had left the cafe and traveled down the street, back to her apartment. His one true talent in all of his work was his ability to follow with stealth. For example-everyone had a camera on their phone these days. Or their tablets...or whatever other device they happened to carry with them. So what happens? People get suspicious about people holding up their phones like they might be taking a picture, or recording a movie. You could never tell, so it was like they were doing it in secret.

Colin carried a camera. There was something less threatening about being obvious he had a camera. It made him look more like a tourist. If he wasn't hiding it, he probably wasn't doing anything wrong-at least, that's how most people seemed to react. People didn't realize just how much zoom you get out of a nice digital camera. He wasn't taking pictures of the crowds in the streets, or the advertisements splashed all around, but of the corner apartment, third story, nearly four blocks away.

He'd only had to follow her once, home from the cafe, at the busiest part of the day. Then he knew which apartment was hers, and he never had to get close again. A week's worth of observation told the story-nobody was in the apartment when she was out of it. Nobody else came or went with her. She clearly lived alone-like all of his targets until now, which was how he'd made sure never to be caught. He could follow her longer, figure out more about her...but if you followed them too long, it was only more opportunity to be caught.

Colin felt his cock stirring. The hunger was beginning to take him. It was that urge, that dark itch. Colin suspected he might have been perfectly normal if he didn't feel this sick urge. Of course, right now, he didn't care. He knew he would take this latest slut tonight. He couldn't wait to have her tied up...until he could fuck her sweet pussy. Even better if he could make her beg for it. He could practically taste it now. He took a deep, controlling breath to calm himself down, waiting. She was going to squeal for him, he was sure. Just the same as all of those other bitches. Six in the past eight months-though he was pretty sure only two of them had actually reported. It was just beginning to make the news. He needed to start taking extra care. He was actually being a bit more reckless with this latest target, but something about her face, about the look he had seen-he knew the two of them would have lots of fun together.

The light was off. It was late, she was probably getting to sleep. He had the moving van ready. Lockpick was in his pocket, for slipping into the apartment, and he'd already figured out how to get into the building. Getting out? That was actually a cinch. He just had to settle in, stay calm, and wait. He was too close, now-nothing could go wrong.

 

[heartofcourage]

Amanda Hillenbrand: http://fc09.deviantart.net/fs71/i/2012/329/e/7/redhead_girl___ballpoint_pen_by_vianaarts-d5531ab.jpg


Life outside of the agency had most definitely been interesting for Amanda. She had been a CIA operative until a few months ago, sidelined by an injury sustained in a car accident while in Russia. Her knee had been nearly destroyed, leaving her at a crossroads in her career. She could walk now without problem, the injury having healed itself over time, but it gave her problems from time to time.

It was because of this that she’d walked away from her career. She had enough money to take time off, to live a peaceful little existence until she figured out what she was going to do. She was still young. Almost 30, she still looked like she was in her late teens. It was what had made her so good at what she did…people underestimated her completely.

Visiting the little café down the street from where she lived was a rare treasure for her. She didn’t have to worry about finding a mark, taking down a suspect, or even keeping her cover here. She was free to do what she wanted. Her apartment reflected her sensibility as well. It was painted in bright colors, modern sleek furniture filling the space. It all made her happy and happiness was something that was important to her in life.

Her childhood had been anything but happy. Her father had been an alcoholic who abandoned her with his parents before he was killed in a drunk driving accident shortly before her fourth birthday. She’d never known her mother and never thought to ask about the woman she was told she resembled. Both grandparents had died years ago, leaving her alone in the world.

The day was quickly ending as she stepped from the café, her red hair blowing around her face as she tightened her white scarf over her coat. It was getting colder, winter right around the corner and the thought made her smile. She loved the snow and loved the cold and couldn’t wait for the first snow fall.

Her apartment was almost four blocks away and in the brisk wind, the walk was shorter than normal. Walking the stairs to her third floor apartment, she entered the door and hung her coat and scarf up on the wooden rack by the door. Kicking off her boots, she let out a sigh and set about her evening ritual.

A small dinner was made in the microwave, served with a glass of wine. An hour or two of television and soon she was dressing for bed. Pulling on her white tank top and black pair of shorts, she turned back the black comforter on her bed and slipped beneath the white sheets. She let out a satisfied sigh and reached to turn off her bedside lamp, another day well spent.

 

[Noon_Shadow]

Colin watched the clock. It was pushing past midnight. The light in her apartment had cut off over half an hour ago. How long would it take her to fall asleep? He wasn't sure. Colin had watched long enough to know that she was usually awake by 7 AM, but that didn't tell him how often she laid in bed trying to fall asleep. So he waited. He couldn't afford to wander away and come back in a couple of hours-if he was going to break in, he couldn't run the risk that she might get back up and leave in the meantime, and he would encounter an empty apartment. So he watched the window, and he watched the door. And he kept his police scanner active in the meantime. It wouldn't do to be caught breaking in just because the police happened to get called into the same building to investigate a domestic issue. Fortunately, it seemed like a busy night for them elsewhere-some punks had shot a poor bastard as he was pulling money from the ATM. He was in the hospital, and those losers were still running around.

Colin tried to avoid staring at the clock as he sipped on his coffee. It was a long time, but, finally, around 3 AM, he decided he'd waited long enough. Surely she had to be well asleep by now. Would she be a heavy sleeper? Probably, in a neighborhood like this. It wouldn't matter.

He cranked up the van and pulled it up close to the building. Appearing as if you belonged, that was the key. And making sure not to attract too much attention so that you'd stand out later, when people inevitably figured out something was wrong. There were two keys to this particular apartment building. The first was that it had no exterior security camera. Oh, sure, there was one that scanned the entry vestibule, at the front door. But he wasn't going to walk underneath it, because of the other key-the side door was usually not entirely closed. A good grip of the fingers, and it would slip open for him. Colin slide open the side door of the van, and tucked the tape roll into his back pocket, and grabbed the extra large collapsed boxes. Such innocuous items, to be so important to his success.

Colin tugged the side door open easily and casually walked in. He strolled up the steps, keeping the ballcap pulled low over his face. He peeked left and then right in the third floor hallway. It was late enough that nobody was there. He took a second to make sure he was heading to the correct corner, and then walked down to the end. He stopped in front of her apartment. He set down his box, reaching into his pocket, and pulled out his lockpick. Colin had a talent with doors. He had to keep this quiet, though. He braced his shoulder against the door frame to keep the sound low, trying to keep the deadbolt from creaking too much. Then he slipped the lock open-it took only a few seconds. He'd managed to make it look merely like he was merely fumbling his keys to one anyone who might see him from behind. With a wicked grin, Colin pushed the door open gently and slipped into the darkened apartment.

He set his items down right there in her living room, and began to move stealthily. The door to her bedroom was cracked-he would not need to turn the knob to slip in. He gave it a soft push and then stood there in the doorway, studying her. He couldn't resist licking his lips slightly. Colin had followed this girl a little bit-that distinctive red hair was hard to resist. And she had an incredible body-slender, but he could tell she in good shape. She a face like she was no more than 19 or 20 at the most, but she carried herself much like an older woman. It was hard to tell exactly how old she was. He guessed she was in mid twenties. Colin stalked closer in the night, listening to the sound of her breathing. Her clothes from earlier had been discarded onto the floor. With a grin still on his lips, he pulled the chloroform-soaked cloth out and held it in his grasp.

He couldn't resist a slight taunt. He leaned down next to her face, those red tresses falling past her ear. She looked delicious. His voice was low when spoke, husky. "Hello, Amanda." He grinned and then shoved the cloth down over her nose and mouth, covering her eyes as well so she couldn't see him. Her eyes opened, startled, but he was knocking her out. She struggled against him, but he was standing and leaning down on her-he had all the leverage in the world. She could not dislodge her hands from his face. But Colin also knew he couldn't overdo the chloroform-it was deadly if too concentrated. The needle slid out, with his other hand. He was sure that Amanda would feel the prick of the needle against her arm...but surely nothing after that.

So far, so good, Colin thought. He watched her for a second, measuring her breathing as he pulled the needle out of her arm. That cocktail was pretty potent-it would fog up her brain and keep her body out for quite a while. She'd take some time getting her strength back. And she surely was not waking up for anything at all for at least the next six hours. He put away the needle and cloth, leaning over her face. "We're going to have such good times together," he murmured softly. "I'm going to make you my latest bitch. They say redheads have more fun...you'll be my first redhead." Colin reached and dragged his thumb against her mouth. Very soft lips...they would feel so sweet when he got them wrapped around his cock. Fuck, he was losing focus. All in due time. She WOULD taste sweet...once he earned it.

He slipped into the next room and began taping together his broken down boxes. Extra large, and with a few extra breathing holes poked into one side. He pulled it together, and then walked back into the bedroom, grabbing the bitch. He folder her up, knees against her chest, and shoved her into the box, before taping the top shut. Nothing too suspicious about a guy carrying discreet cardboard boxes, right? He then walked into her closet, grabbing a suitcase. He pulled out some of her clothes, tossing them in. There was no real purpose to this, but if someone came looking for her, it would help if they recognized that a suitcase and clothes were missing. It would make it look like she'd suddenly decided to take off on her own for a while-though it might be fun to make her play dress-up for him before he let her go. He grabbed her purse also, and her keys as well, anything to emphasize the appearance that she was out of town. Then he carried the box out to his van. He slid it in, left it just long enough to return and grab the suitcase. He used her keys to lock the door behind him, and left the apartment behind. He hadn't seen another soul, aside from a couple cars driving by in the night. When he cranked up the van to drive away....he felt victorious.

Two hours later, he had her secured in his basement. She was blindfolded, so she couldn't see what lay around her. His own little basement dungeon, with all manner of sadistic bondage implements. Ropes, benches, racks, chains, whips, and cains. A little playhouse for him and his new toy. She had been stripped naked, her hands tied behind the chair she was seated in, and the chair bolted down to the floor. Her legs were spread open for him, tied to the outside of the chair legs. A rope was tied around her waste to the back of the chair, beneath her breast, keeping her leaning back slightly. Her head dangled unconsciously, halfway resting on her slumped shoulder. Colin couldn't help but admire his handiwork. This was one going to be one sweet bitch to break in. He leaned in to give her a kiss on her freckled nose...she tasted good.

Usually he let them go after a few days, maybe a couple of weeks. Hence the blindfold-they wouldn't be able to identify him. But this one...he was tempted to keep her. She would be fun.

With a big yawn, Colin retreated out of the basement to get some sleep. He'd wasted most of the night. He needed to catch a little bit of rest before she woke up.

 

[heartofcourage]

Something wasn’t right….

Amanda rolled from her belly to her back, yawning as her sleepy brain tried to figure out what had drawn her from her slumber. She let out a little sigh, her head turning on the pillow as she strained to listen to things around her. It seemed too…quiet. Much too quiet in her apartment. Maybe it was just her imagination but there was something incredibly wrong.

It was then that she heard a husky voice murmuring her name. She frowned for a moment, her bran struggling to process what had just been said. It was then that a damp cloth was pressed against her face, a strong hand baring her down into the mattress. Instantly her eyes shot open and she sucked in a deep breath, letting out an indignant scream as her hand latched onto the large wrist that kept her pinned.

A sickening smell filled her nostrils. Chloroform! She instantly knew what the odor was and she sucked in another deep breath of the heavy smell, her head spinning as she held the breath. Dear God, who was attacking her? She had broken clear from the agency and as far as she knew she had no enemies.

She kicked and flailed, her nails digging into the man’s wrist as he continued to bear down on her. Her lungs were burning, begging for air and she was about to launch a final attack when she felt a sharp prick against her arm. Fucking bastard, she thought to herself as a cool liquid slid into her skin.

Her fighting slowed, she drugs coursing through her veins. It was only a few moments later that darkness clouded her vision and she felt herself falling into oblivion. Her body went limp, her hand releasing its hold on his wrist as she sank back against her mattress, dead to the world around her.

The world came into hazy focus a few hours later. Her head pounded painfully as she let out a soft little moan. Her mouth felt like it was stuffed full of cotton and she was incredibly cold. What in the hell had just happened, she asked herself, taking mental note of her capabilities.

She was blindfolded. She was bound. She was naked. Well…that was certainly unexpected but not entirely insurmountable. It was something that she could work with or at least play someone’s game until she found the moment to escape.

Moving slightly in the wooden chair, a creaking filled the air. Her legs were tied tightly to the legs, her thighs splayed wide and exposing her to the cool air of the room she was in. A course rope bound her chest to the back of the wooden chair, holding her upright and making her immobile. Another rope bound her wrists behind her, making sure that she wasn’t able to make an escape.

Interesting, she thought to herself as she slowly moved her head, working out the crick in her neck that had formed while she’d been unconscious. Very carefully she listened for noises in room. It was a stone room, she could tell. That was why it was so cold. There were no other sounds. At least not that she could hear, but her mind was still fuzzy…Fuck, why had she allowed herself to be taken!

 

[Noon_Shadow]

Colin had set an alarm to get him up in six hours, but he awoke without it, as the morning sun found the angle to peek into his bedroom, prodding his eyelids. He slide out of bed, feeling less tired than he did invigorated, despite the shortened night. He stretched his arms out over his head, grunting slightly as he loosened his muscles for the morning. He looked over his forearms, checking out the scratch marks of her fingernails in the light of day-a little treat she'd given him, but they weren't really of note. He peeked at the clock, which was showing 8:14 AM, and flipped off the alarm with a grin. He had a fun day ahead of him. I'm getting really good at this, he thought. Went off like fucking clockwork last night. The girl shouldn't be awake for another hour, likely. He had time to freshen up.

Twenty minutes later he was strolling downstairs in a fresh t-shirt and blue jeans, ready to get to work on the redhead. He started humming to himself, a low tune in a minor key. He strode down the long staircase leading down to his basement, still humming, as he took the key to the big long on the steel, sound-proofed door. Sound-proofing the basement had been one of his first projects, of course. The heavy duty door had not yet proven necessary, but he did enjoy the intimidation factor it gave the sluts. There was a heavy creak as he pulled it open, with the surrounding framework of the house seeming to grunt at the rotation of the hinges, followed by the resounding thump of it swinging to, with the click of the interior lock following as he deposited the key in his back pocket. Then he flicked a switch to turn on the array of fluorescent lights.

Colin strode over to the girl, looking his prize over...interesting. She seemed to already be awake. He'd seen a slight flinch out of her at the sound of the door slamming shut. "Well, good morning, Bitch." He studied her for a moment, looking at her lips, the spackling of freckles on her nose and shoulders. He could see that her nipples were hardened from the cool air in the basement. "Let's talk about why you're here."

He stood next to her and his hand dragged through those delicious red waves of hair, tangling in it as he grabbed a handful in his fist. He tugged her hair down, tilting her head back so her face was angled up at his, even thought she couldn't see through the blindfold. "Yesterday your name was Amanda Hillenbrand. You lived alone. Now, your name is Bitch. Because you're my bitch." His other hand came up to her chin, his fingers digging into her cheek.

"We're going to have good times together, Bitch. My name is Sir." He let go of her chin for a moment, and then delivered an open palmed slap against her cheek, his skin ringing with the blow as he held her hair, feeling her head snapping with the unexpected blow. "That was just a warning, because this is going to hurt. But you'll take it, since you're my Bitch, and have no choice. I'm going to fuck your slutty little body until I get tired of you. Then I'm going to let you go."

He listened to the sound of her breathing and then cupped her chin once again, leaning down. His face pressed close against hers. His breath was hot on her neck as he smelled her. Her licked his lips slightly, and then his tongue lightly reached out to brush against her jawline. She smelled very good-sweet. His body loomed over hers and then his lips pressed against her mouth, smothering her lips. His fingers dug into her cheeks as he savored the softness of her lips and the sweetness of her mouth. He let out a soft sigh of pleasure. "Mmmm...I've had many bitches before, but you'll be my first redhead."

Colin grinned, letting out a soft chuckle as his hand released her hair to slide down to her chest. His hand cupped a smallish breast, feeling its weight in his palm, before he roughly pinched at her nipple. "Let's get started," he muttered, as he tugged her nipple roughly, pulling on it harshly, before releasing it and then massaging it with his fingers.

 

[heartofcourage]

The sound of a door creaking open had Amanda tensing. Whoever had done this to her had returned. More than likely, they had been watching all along. Despite the years of training that she’d gone through to join the agency, she still felt her heart pounding as the unknown source of her current situation entered the space.

She heard the humming of lights as they flicked on. Fluorescent. The sound was absolutely unmistakable. That meant that she was in a dark space. A closet? A basement? Basement was most likely considering how cold the space she was located in actually was.

When the heavy door slammed close, she flinched. She couldn’t help it. The harsh sound made her head pound even more. Forcing herself to suck in a deep breath, she centered herself against whatever situation was about to present itself.

When the man spoke, she knew that he wasn’t foreign. He sounded local, young…the kind of guy that she had probably seen on the street a million times before. Maybe she had seen this man before. He called her Bitch…well, that certainly didn’t sound nice and cheerful.

A loud gasp escaped her lips as his hand was suddenly tangled in her hair, pulling her head back until she was tilted up towards what was probably his face. She was panting, struggling to control the pounding of her heart and the pounding in her head. The bastard had used something powerful to knock her out and until she was back to 100% she was forced to play his game.

He knew her name, he knew that she lived alone. That meant that he’d been following her for a while. Interesting, she thought to herself as his hand came to her chin and dug into the flesh of her cheek. His hands were large, warm, strong. They felt calloused from work, but still held a youthfulness that was surprising.

When his hand left her chin and then slapped back against the skin, she let out a cry. Her skin burned from where he’d slapped her, her head snapping to the side with the unexpected blow. He held her hair tightly, kept her firmly in place as he told her that he was going to use her until he tired of her…then he would let her go…this was all just so bizarre.

She couldn’t help the shiver of repulsion that coursed down her spine as he leaned down, his hot breath on he neck as he sucked in a deep breath. The feel of his tongue reaching out to brush against her jaw had her jerking away from him before she thought about it. She was jerked back into place, his lips pressing against hers whether she wanted him to or not.

Then his hand was cupping her breast, palming its weight before he pinched her nipple roughly. Amanda couldn’t help the gasp and the little moan of pain that escaped her lips as he tugged on her nipple, stretching it roughly before he released it and massaged it with his fingers. She was panting, her mind spinning as he continued to speak with that husky voice.

“You’re one sick bastard…you know that right?” She panted, knowing that the words would probably incite violence on his part.

 

[Noon_Shadow]

Colin kept his hand on her chin as his other hand tweaked her soft nipple. He nodded at the gasp of pain, and then the soft moan as he started playing with her nipple with his left hand. His fingers dug into her cheek, pressing between her teeth so that she couldn't shut her mouth, and he pulled her face up to his again to kiss her once more, forcing his tongue into her mouth. He enjoyed the sick pleasure he got from making her kiss him open mouthed like this, and feeling her tongue underneath his. He pulled his mouth away from hers once more. "Mmm...you taste good, Bitch."

Her breath was already coming in a pant...panting for him like a little bitch. “You’re one sick bastard…you know that right?” she spouted at him. Colin just had to laugh. Sick bastard? What the hell did she even know about it? "You know, the shrink at the prison told me the exact same thing. That was his professional medical opinion. Of course, they still had to let me go once my sentence was up, no matter what some fucking pansy doctor says. Thank God for the 5th Amendment, and Due Process." He chuckled slightly as he continued to drag his index finger against her left nipple, teasing his finger in circles around the edge of it. He'd learned quite a bit about how to properly play with a bitch's body, to steal a bit of arousal from her despite the pain. Depriving them of sight, while it was necessary to keep him from getting caught, also seemed to make them more sensitive to touch, among other bodily senses. Made his work easier. He let go of her face, finally, imagining that his fingers might leave bruises on her cheeks. A shame...but then, he'd probably already given her a black eye from slapping her.

"Of course, that pansy doctor was hiding a boner when I told him what I was going to do to my bitches. Oh, I was careful of course-I couldn't tell him I was GOING to do something-shrinks are allowed to report that shit. I told it like it was stories about bitches I'd already nailed. But really, I didn't start getting these urges until I was locked up." Once he managed to coax her nipple into standing at attention for him, he pinched it once again and gave it a tug. Then his right hand balled up into a fist and punched her just below the ribcage, knocking the breath out of her lungs for a second. As she gasped for breath after that, he leaned up into her face, dropping his voice down into what passed for a sultry whisper for him. "Oh, and I'm a 'sick bastard, SIR,' ....but we'll work on that." He loosened the fist of his right hand and then stroked it across her scalp, petting her gently and then playing with her fine hair. He started humming to himself softly again as he studied her.

"What you don't realize is that you're very lucky, Bitch." He continued to per her hair as he switched over to her other nipple, teasing it just like he'd done her left breast. She seemed to like it rough. "I'm going to fuck you in ways you haven't imagined yet, and you'll be begging for more before I'm through. I'm going to use this sweet body of yours so badly that you'll never be the same again. Years from now you'll be lying in bed, rubbing your cunt as you think about it." He loved to tell them what they were in for. It only made them resist harder, and protest more, which made it all the more fun for him when he got them to cum. He used both hands on her breasts now, toying with them, rolling them lightly in his palms. Good tits, he thought, nice and perky.

He let his touch grow a bit more gentle as he teased her body idly for the next few minutes. His hand dragged against her soft skin, getting her used to the feeling of his rough palms. That was the important thing when breaking in a horse or a Bitch-getting them used to the touch of their rider. His hands slide against her side, against her ass, and then against the top of her thighs. He leaned down toward her chest, then, cupping that pert tit in his hand and pressing his lips against her nipple. He dragged his tongue against it and then sucked it into his mouth. He really was enjoying the way the bitched tasted. He kept his hands moving against her legs, massaging the tops of her thighs, the pads of his fingers teasing inward toward the cleft of her thighs, teasing ever closer to her sexy. "Are you going to be a good bitch and get all wet for me when I touch you, Bitch?" He laughed softly, enjoying his time playing with his new toy.

 

[heartofcourage]

Amanda was seething inside as this man dared to touch her in the way that he was. She was panting, struggling to contain the vile anger that threatened to burst forth. The blood was rushing loudly in her ears as he started to tell her about the shrink in prison, the one that tried to help him before his sentence was up. That meant that he’d been institutionalized in one way or another. Good information to keep in mind, she thought to herself.

When he brushed a finger against her nipple, she had to struggle to contain the gasp that wanted to burst forth. She jerked away from his finger, the chair groaning under the force of the action as he continued to circle his finger around the hardening nub. Then he finally let go of her face, her cheeks aching as he continued to tell her that he didn’t have the urges until he was locked up.

She whimpered as he pinched her nipple roughly, tugging on it until she swore that he would yank it off her chest. Then came the one thing she hadn’t been expecting. The punch that he threw into her ribs knocked the air from her lungs. She cough, trying to double over until the ropes held her in position. She gasped, coughing again as she struggled to get air back into her body.

His hand ran through her hair, petting her like a good little pet. She gritted her teeth as he switched to her other nipple, tweaking it like he had the other. He was laying out everything that would happen to her in the coming hours and possibly days. She knew he was delusional. She knew he was dangerous. She could almost certainly get the upper hand in this situation.

As his touch grew gentle, she let out a low moan, squirming in the chair as he would have wanted her to. She whimpered and cooed as he pet down her body and began to suckle on her nipple. His tongue was smooth against the hard nipple, his lips clinging to her nub as his hand massaged down to the tops of her thing.

“Yes, sir, I’m wet.” She whimpered, telling him what he wanted to hear. Give me one chance. Just one chance, you sick bastard…

 

[Noon_Shadow]

Colin decided that she had nicely responsive breasts. The nipples reacted like he wanted them to, firming up, almost playfully responding to his fingers and tongue caressing them. He felt the bitch's body begin to squirm against his touch, letting out a low moan. He smiled, allowing himself to enjoy the sight of her like this. He knew how to make her body crave his touch, to want the things that he would do to her, and her mind would get cloudy, unable to resist it. She made such delightful noises for him, too, between the moaning and whimpering. He was eager to feel her hot pussy convulsing down against his cock. She even whimpered appropriate for him, responding to his question as his hand stroked against her thighs.

“Yes, sir, I’m wet.” He laughed softly. So quickly? Actually...yes, it was entirely too quick. He continued toying with her body, hand on her leg and on her tit, as he paused to let himself process this one. Colin wasn't a fucking idiot. She was saying the right things, sure. She had the body language right, and she knew how to make her voice sound like she was aroused. But she was clearly playing him. This one had to be some kind of aspiring actress, and she thought she was going to play him. Well, she didn't know what she was in for. This wasn't just about fucking the bitch, this was about breaking her.

He pulled his hand away from her hair, dragging fingers down against her neck. He stroked her slightly, moving against her, before he leaned in, his face pressing closer to hers. He was impressed that she didn't flinch away from what she felt coming. She was definitely a smart one. His dick twitched at the idea-the last smart bitch he'd destroyed had been loads of fun. That blonde bitch had barely been able to walk when he'd finally tossed her out of his van on the edge of town. Colin felt himself looking forward to the good times he would have, as his mouth dropped down onto the redhead's mouth again, kissing her. He forced her mouth open, possessively, so that he could suck on her tongue a bit.

He broke the kiss with a laugh. "You're one hot bitch, anyone ever tell you that? I hope they have. You deserve to know it. And it's very nice that you want to choose the pleasure over the pain. There's just one problem." With that, Colin pressed his hand down between her thighs, fingers pressing against her lower lips. Of course she'd lied-she wasn't wet for him. She wasn't about to start begging for his dick. Well, not until he taught her better. "The problem is, I don't believe you. And you don't get to choose, bitch." He used his fingers to spread her pussy open roughly, and then inserted two fingers into her cunt. He pushed up against her wall, hooking his finger against her roughly. "I haven't made you scream for me yet, bitch."

He stood, rising over her, but left his fingers on her neck, his hand resting there threateningly. He cupped her neck, his palm pressing against her, fingers wrapping around, ready to exert. He wanted her to recognize the size of his hand, to recognize that he could strangle her. He could do it one handed, if he wanted to. Then he pulled his hand away. "You know, I might be fucked up, but I'm not delusional. I can recognize the real thing, bitch. I told you that you weren't the first. I'm not that fucking easy to be fooled." His hands wrapped around her from behind, fingers idly playing with her nipples, teasing them in a very casual manner as he spoke. "So for the next part of this, I'm going to make you beg for it." Colin's moved one hand away from her nipples and then reached behind her, finding one of her small hands. He cupped it almost tenderly, dragging his finger against the line of her knuckles. "Do you know about pressure points?" He growled softly. "I've learned about them from too many cop shows-damned things are too explicit. Don't they know that there are guys like me out here? They're a great way to inflict pain without permanently damaging anything. And you're helpless to do anything about it."

His finger traced between her thumb and index finger. The point he was looking for was just past the base knuckle on her index finger, then pushing inward on her hand. His left hand her nipple, his right hand about to toy with her finger, he leaned up against her. His lips pressed hotly against her ear, close enough that she could smell the soap from his recent shower. "Time to scream for me, Bitch." He jabbed his thumb down on the pressure point, her body incapable of escaping.

 

[heartofcourage]

Amanda felt her body growing tense as he continued to play with her flesh. She was so angry that she was nearly shaking with the force of the emotion. Who did this bastard think he was? Did he really think that he could get away with this? He was a fucking idiot if he thought that was the case.

She shivered as he released his hair and traced his fingers down her neck. She didn’t want him touching her and as he pressed his face close, she made sure not to give him the upper hand in the situation. She didn’t pull away. She sat perfectly still. Men like him thrived on the thrill of scaring unsuspecting women.

Then he was kissing her. His kisses were incredibly overpowering, making her drown in the sensations of his lips prying hers apart. He suckled on her tongue whether she wanted him to or not then he released her. She was panting by the time he pulled back, laughing at her predicament.

“No, I have to say that this is my first time with a fucking psycho.” She growled as he pressed his fingers against her lower lips, finding them dry and unwilling to accept him as he played his little game. “And that’s all you are. A pathetic, delusional psycho.”

She yelped as he hooked his fingers into her roughly, splitting her lower lips with his thick digits. She gritted her teeth, squirming on the chair as he held her in place by her throat. He could easily crush her, that much she knew, but still, she couldn’t show him fear.

Then he was speaking, moving behind her chair as he fiddled with her fingers. When he gripped her finger and started to squeeze, she knew that she was in for a world of hurt. Distantly she wondered who was screaming. Then she realized that the panicked shrieking was coming from her own lips as pain exploded through her body. Holy fuck, she thought to herself as he breathed against her ear, enjoying every moment of her painful existence.

 

[Noon_Shadow]

“And that’s all you are. A pathetic, delusional psycho.” Colin only smiled at her words as his thumb paused at the pressure point before he jabbed it in. Her bodily response was automatic and instinctive, to try to struggle, to use all of her muscles together to attempt to pull herself away. But her hands were tied together, her legs tied down to a chair bolted to the floor. All she could do was flail her head around while she screamed in pain. Colin enjoyed watching her-not only was getting away a futile gesture, but she couldn't resist him at all in this moment. It was like he was God. Which was enough to make up for the fact that she had refused to show any fear until now.

He finally let hand hands go, his thumb pulling away from the pressure point, leaving a small bruise on her skin where he'd jammed it into her hand. Colin then nodded. "It's true, I might be a psycho. But you really should consider what you say. Your mouth could really get you into trouble." He stood in front of her, watching as she panted slightly, attempting to regain her breath from the screaming. Her head was still slumped over to the side, unfocused, so he gave her a light slap on the cheek to make sure she was still aware of her situation.

"You really need to come to terms with the fact that you're helpless right now. This is not a fucking game, so don't think you can play me somehow." He smiled playfully at her and reached up, beginning to lightly stroke her hair, making sure not to disturb her blindfold. Then he smiled and leaned back down to hear ear, letting his voice drop to a whisper to carry to it. "I'm going to get to know your body more well than anyone ever has." His lips kissed her ear and then lightly sucked her earlobe before he pulled away. One of Colin's hands dropped to her breasts again, fingers cupping and stroking against them as they had before. He had already learned how to coax her nipples into growing hard for him, allowing him to accomplish the task even faster this time. And his previous experience had taught him that pleasurable sensations felt more intense following intense pain.

So Colin resumed toying with her body, gentle and pleasant touches on her skin. He slipped around in front of her, licking her lips at the delicious picture of her displayed for him like his newest trophy, delicious and helpless. This time he knelt down between her immobile legs, and his hand prepared to dive between her thighs once again. This time, though, his fingers went to his mouth first, to slightly lubricate before touching her. Then he was inside her again, spreading open her pussy, but more gently. He leaned in close, closing hie eyes, feeling around for just that right spot...until he found it. He had two fingers flanked on either spot of the head of her clit, almost menacingly. Then he laughed.

"Now one more time. You want to call me a psycho again?" He looked up at her face, even though he knew she couldn't see him, as his fingers move softly against her...