Switching Positions - Male Perp/Female Vic (closed)

[BadForm]

This thread is closed to Delicious Maiden and me, following previous casting call. The three linked threads are:
Switching Positions - Female Perp/Male Vic
Switching Positions - Male Perp/Female Vic
OOC: Switching Positions


Vic Timberlake
Big Vic wasn't your average thug, though he looked it. Six foot two, built like a brick shithouse, he could intimidate others just by being near them. He even seemed to loom over people taller than him. But Vic was a thug with style, albeit a sick style that most would see as psychopathy. He'd been abused by his mother as a kid, and had spent the rest of his life getting revenge. That was why he was hired by people who didn't just want an assassin, or someone to beat a person up, but by those who wanted to make a point. Generally, Big Vic left his victims alive and he still visited most of them. Every time they had a nightmare.

Big Vic looked at the information he'd jotted down about his new job. Who was she? He had no idea, he'd just been given a name, a description and an address. This address looked like it was on the good side of town - not really a surprise given the victim had made an enemy of someone who could afford to hire Big Vic. More than that he didn't know, and didn't care.

Frankly, he didn't even know who his employer was. Some rich bitch named Samantha was all he knew. It was also all he needed.

"Tell her Samantha says hello," his employer had said over the phone. "She'll understand."

Vic grabbed his jacket and gloves, his lockpicks and his glass cutter. He glanced at the packet of condoms lying on his bedside table. He never used them, knowing the police did not have his DNA on file, but kept them there purely to remind himself of how he was going to defile his victim... how, infact, he had been defiled all those years ago.

Left the identity of Samantha up to you, DM - give you a hook when designing your character.

 

[DeliciousMaiden]

Geraldine Blake

Gina sat reclining on her sofa a discarded glass of wine on the table beside her, a cushion supporting her as she flicked restlessly through the channels. Finally selecting an old and familiar film, she reached for the glass and drank deeply draining almost half the glass before returning it to the awaiting coaster. Gina stretched her legs and sighed, her eye drifting restlessly to the clock. 8 pm and it was already pitch black outside. The season sure was advancing quickly. Her eyes moved to the dancing flames of the open fire. She watched: a sight that usually mesmerised her, but this evening was unable to hold her attention.

It had been two weeks since they had broken up.

Nicholas … Nicky as she had fondly called him had become everything to her.
Gina wasn’t your classic “marriage breaker”, but neither had she innocently gotten involved with him not realising he was married.
She sighed and fingered the chain about her neck, the adornment inappropriate as she was dressed in flannel pyjamas, a robe now discarded laying beneath her and totally non-sexy bed socks.
She smiled.
Nicky had told her how cute she was dressed in these kinds of clothes.
But then Nicky had adored her however she dressed … smart … sexy … casual … or “slobby” as now … his eyes had always been full of admiration, his words full of praise…
And Gina had blossomed under his attention.
He had loved her, she was sure and she had certainly loved him in return.

And then his wife found out: His bitch of a wife.

Of course it was waiting to happen.
She knew from the start that he was married.
And she had seen what kind of marriage they had.
She had seen them socially. Seen the way she treated him.
Hard … cold … undemonstrative … that summed Samantha up!

Gina had seen them at parties, functions.
She had seen his badly disguised anger, boredom and how hurt and humiliated he was by the way his wife treated him.

Oh yess … she was a piece of work alright!

But for a time … he had been hers … and they had been happy, carefree almost:
Content with their stolen moments, their secret love.

How she found out, Gina never know.
Discretion had always been paramount.
Gina and Nick had never allowed their ardour to compromise “safety”.
But despite their caution, their plots, she had found out.

And she had held onto her man.

Quite what had taken place or what had been said, Gina never knew.
Her heart had broken when Nick had arrived that final evening.
That evening when he had ended it all.
He had not been able to meet her eye.
He had offered no explanation.
Gina suspected that he had been blackmailed.
Gina had been sure then that Nicky would never willingly betray her.
Yet that certitude had faded over the weeks…
If he had loved her then …

Gina sighed impatiently and took up the wine glass again.
It was only her second glass, but would be her last.
She drained it and returned it to the table with a heavy clunk.

”God … Nicky … why …?”

She whispered, knowing none of it made sense.
Whatever the circumstances, one thing was clear:
If he had wanted her, if he had truly loved her …

She sighed and picked up the remote again.
Thinking like this would not help her!
Again she started to channel hop, staring blindly at the flickering screen.

 

[BadForm]

Victor Timberlake

Why did they always make it so easy, Big Vic mused as he looked at the hallway window and slid away the glass cutter. Why did they always leave a window ajar, or have a door with a busted lock, etc. Didn't women listen to the news enough to know what could happen?
Well, it made his job far easier. He eased open the window, taking care to do so as quietly as possible. The TV was on in a nearby room and the voices kept changing. The victim had nailed her position for him and from what he'd seen earlier, he knew she was alone. It took only a minute to ease his way into the house and close the window behind him.

From the lounge, the flickering images of BBC2, Channel 4 and ITV played a panorama of chaos. Between the door and the TV was a couch, and poking over that was the head of a woman, his victim.

Big Vic walked silently into the room, drawing a kitchen knife from its sheath on his leg as he did so. He stilled his breath as he neared the couch and leant down towards the woman's ear. She'd been drinking, and though she was by no means drunk the alcohol made her less attentive to what was happening around her.

Suddenly Big Vic slid the knife around to rest at her throat, the point almost puncturing the skin.

"Samantha says hello," he whispered as he kissed her ear.

 

[DeliciousMaiden]

Geraldine Blake

Image after image played before her eyes.
She was fed up. She missed Nick.
She knew she’d been stupid to allow herself to fall for him!
She sighed heavily and raised her hand to change the channel once more … and froze.

She could feel his breath on her ear.
She could feel the cool blade at her throat.
The remote fell from senseless fingers.
She held herself rigid, knowing that the slightest move would cause her to be cut.
She closed her eyes tightly feeling herself tremble.

"Samantha says hello,"

The voice told her as his vile mouth kissed her usually sensitive ear.

Samantha!?!?

Then Gina just knew … Samantha had sent this thug to scare her …
Surely, angry though she was about Gina’s affair with her husband, Samantha could not have ordered her murder?!
But even as this thought reassured her, Gina suddenly realised that there were many ways short of killing, to get revenge … ways that she could only begin to imagine … ways that could leave Gina very … damaged … indeed!

Terror filled her, but she remained immobile and speechless as he held her captive on her sofa.

 

[BadForm]

Vic Timberlake

She knew. She knew more than he did, but then he needed to know so little. Sometimes he found out while he spoke to the victim, which was always fun. Once you realised the relationship, you could tailor the torture. That said, when he didn't know, he had plenty of tricks of his own to keep the victim "entertained."

He continued to nuzzle her ear as he looked around her room, eyeing up the different weapons there. Tape, scissors, elecricity, leads, glass... not to mention the more subtle tortures that could be found at the hands of a feather duster, etc. There was so much information on the streets now about rape and assault, including those that happened in someone's house, that Big Vic was always suprised his victims left so many tools around to help him. Then again, he smiled to himself, short of having a totally empty room, there was nothing he couldn't use as a weapon.

The woman seemed tense, understandably. He had to make sure she understood her position.

"Are you going to scream?" he asked. "Feel free. People don't listen - they figure you just stubbed a toe or something."

He drew the knife around her throat, cutting the outer flesh only to make his point.

"I'm going to let you get up in a second. You are going to strip for me. If you scream, I will slit your vocal cords. If you run, I will cut your hamstrings. If you attack me, you will die... slowly. So, be nice. Make me enjoy myself and who knows... I might just go easy on you."

With that, Big Vic pulled away from her, and stood ready for whatever she did.

 

[DeliciousMaiden]

Gina Blake

Gina remained immobile as the man continued to nuzzle her ear.
She could feel his eyes moving around her room.
She had no idea what he looked like, but if he was going to let her see him then did that mean …?

"Are you going to scream?"
Feel free. People don't listen - they figure you just stubbed a toe or something."

Something about the way he phrased that comment made her feel that he had done this before. He wasn’t just a thug … he was a … professional she realised her panic rising rapidly with each thought.

The knife moved at her throat.
Gina gave a strangled whimper as she felt it cut at her flesh.
She pressed her eyes closed expecting him to cut her throat.
As if in slow motion he scored across the skin, drawing a scarlet line, a clear warning.

"I'm going to let you get up in a second. You are going to strip for me.”

Gina’s body trembled.
So .. it wasn’t simple murder he intended.
But of course, if it were Samantha who had hired him, the revenge would have to be …sexual …

”If you scream, I will slit your vocal cords. If you run, I will cut your hamstrings.
If you attack me, you will die... slowly. So, be nice.
Make me enjoy myself and who knows... I might just go easy on you."

He moved away from her, standing beside the sofa.
Gina gave a sob and moved her hand to her neck and saw it came away with only minor bloodstains.
The scar would heal and most likely would not show … yet …
She tried to close her mind to what damage her attacker could cause with that knife.

Slowly she drew to the far end of the sofa, wrapping her arms about her defensively.
She knew she shouldn’t but she looked over at him.
The man was huge, bulky, strong, tall and meant every word he had said.
He did not repeat his order; he merely held the knife out once more.
What choices did she have?

She would try the only tactic she thought would work.

”Please … you don’t need to do this … I have money … anything Samantha is paying you … I can top … “

Samantha was a rich bitch, but Gina was no pauper!

”Please … “

Curled up at the opposite end of the sofa, she looked up watching his impassive face, praying that the offer of money would tempt him, would distract him from his actions.
Please God … let him agree …
She prayed.
She didn’t want to go through this torture … but she didn’t want to die either.
Nicky …. Did Nicky have any idea what his wife was capable of?

 

[BadForm]

Vic Timberlake

”Please … you don’t need to do this … I have money … anything Michelle is paying you … I can top … “ The woman begged.

Big Vic raised an eyebrow. Who was Michelle, he wondered. There was no way that she could have misheard the name, which made him curious as to what was going on. Either his victim was delirious or there was more than "Samantha" involved in paying for this particular assault. As to the money.... well, if he was honest, Big Vic was never averse to a little extra cash.

"Please," the woman begged as she curled up as far from him as possible on the couch.

Big Vic laughed. The snorted sound cut the air like a knife through flesh. "Money? You think I'm going to let you leave so you can go to the bank? I'm not stupid enough to believe you'd go anywhere but the cops. Unless..."

Her eyes widened hopefully.

"Unless you have stuff in the house I might want. Money? Jewelry... and not that fake costume crap - I do know the difference. Of course it would have to be light otherwise I couldn't carry it, could I?"

He watched her, almost able to hear her mind whirl. After a while he realized she believed that was all it would take.

"I have a diamond ring and a gold necklace," she said tentatively. "And... I have some money in my purse..."

Her eyes flicked down to the purse by the couch and Big Vic held his hand out with a smile. "Give me it," he said.

She fumbled open the purse as quickly as she could and pulled out a bunch of notes: twenties, tens, fives, at a guess there must have been nearly two hundred pounds there. Big Vic smiled.

"Now the jewelry," he said, standing and indicating with the knife that she should lead the way upstairs.

The woman walked ahead of him, leading the way to her dressing room as he let the lay of the house sink into his mind. Who knows, he thought to himself, if she was intelligent enough to stay alive he might come back some other time. With trembling fingers she opened a jewelry box on her dressing table and took out the ring and necklace. Big Vic smiled as they glistened in the light of the overhead lamp. He held out his hand and took them from her, patting them into a pocket.

"Thanks," he said, with a smile of mock friendship. "That'll come in useful."

The woman looked as though she were about to speak, but he moved before she could do so. His empty hand balled into a fist which he slammed into her stomach savagely. The blow hurled her backwards, crashing into the table with a cry. He brought an elbow down on the back of her neck and laughed as she hit the floor.

"Now, I think I told you to strip several minutes ago. Why the fuck are you still dressed, bitch?"

 

[DeliciousMaiden]

Geraldine Blake

For a minute, Gina thought her frantic offer had failed.

"Money? You think I'm going to let you leave so you can go to the bank? I'm not stupid enough to believe you'd go anywhere but the cops. Unless..."

She watched his mind working and prayed for him to accept her offer.

"Unless you have stuff in the house I might want. Money? Jewelry... and not that fake costume crap - I do know the difference. Of course it would have to be light otherwise I couldn't carry it, could I?"

As quickly as she could, Gina emptied her purse and guided him upstairs to her dressing room opening her jewellery box and picking out the choicest ring and necklace as she had promised.
She stood her body trembling as she saw him pocket the gold and diamond items.

"Thanks. That'll come in useful."

She nodded and gave a tight smile in return.
Soon … soon … he would leave her … then she would tell Nicky … tell Nicky what his bitch wife had tried to have done to her!
That would make Nicky leaver Samantha!

The blow took her completely off guard.

Gina gave a sharp cry of pain as the fist hammered into her stomach.

”AAhhhh!”

Her head bounced off the table as she fell making her see stars.
What had happened? What … ? Her mind screamed.
But she lay silent, immobile, face down on the carpet, her head pinned painfully, her face shoved into the pile.

"Now, I think I told you to strip several minutes ago. Why the fuck are you still dressed, bitch?"

She cursed her own stupidity.
How could she have been so naive…!?!?
Been so guillible as to try to do a deal with this man!?!?
And now the situation was many times worse!

He eased his weight off her and she struggled up from her prone position, until she was knelt on the floor, gasping for breath, her stomach bruised and tender.
With a sob, her hands moved to her head feeling a bump, though they came away unbloodied.
She ran another hand along her bruised neck and looked fearfully upwards.
The inventory of injuries was not serious, but it was enough.
She knew he would really hurt her if she did not follow his instructions now.
His face was black as thunder, his mood dangerous.
She knew she had no choice.

Not bothering to stand, not knowing if she even could, Gina reached for the bottom of her flannel top and taking a deep breath, hauled it over her head.
She dropped the garment beside her, her head bowed as her nipples stood out hard as she shivered, stimulated by fear more than cold.

She hesitated, humilation burning through her, but she knew she had to comply fully.
She moved her hands to the waistband of the pyjamas and hooked a thumb in each waistband.
Again she seemed to brace herself.
In a swift movement, she drew the material over her hips and scooted it down her legs, moving herself quickly in an effort not to expose her smooth pussy to his gaze as that too joined the discarded top beside her.

Eyes still trained on the floor, Gina wrapped her hands around her, pressing her legs together and managing to conceal most of her naked body from his gaze.

And so she remained head bowed in shame and fright, curled at his feet, not daring to imagine what would happen next.

 

[BadForm]

Vic Timberlake

As she stood, Big Vic paced around her looking displeased. His eyes studied her naked form, taking in ever detail of her beauty. Whoever had hired him had given him a beautiful prize to enjoy... of course that was sometimes the case, when he was paid to get revenge on "the other woman". Secretly he enjoyed the way she timidly covered herself, ashamed and embarrassed by what was happening. He wouldn't show that, however, he did not want her to know anything about how she made him feel. That could interfere with the job.

"Too quick," he said quietly. "I told you that if you made sure I enjoyed myself I might take it easy on you and the first thing you do is try to act shy. You could have danced for me... I'd have liked that. I guess you must really want this to hurt... huh?"

He gave her a moment to respond and saw the look of horror on her face, but laid a finger on her mouth to stop her speaking.

"I didn't tell you to talk, did I? Unless you really want to annoy me, you'll only talk when I tell you to."

Big Vic began to walk round her again, letting his fingers caress her now, savoring every shiver. Her breasts in particular seemed to respond to his touch, the nipples already erect. Big Vic chuckled.

"What a pervert. Standing there naked with a stranger touching you and you're turned on. You're a real sick bitch, aint you?"

Once more, his finger met her lips.

"I didn't say talk, just nod."

She did and he moved on. As his hand brushed lower he found her legs wrapped around each other and tutted. He lay the point of the knife between her thighs about halfway down and began to push in.

"You want me to cut you?" he asked as she winced at the pain. "Or you want to get these things apart?"

As he continued to push she moved her legs apart slightly, flushing then more furiously than before. Big Vic ran the knife upwards, turning the blade slightly to forced her legs even wider. As the metal met her shaved pussy he kissed her cheek and whispered in her ear.

"Yeah, a real kinky bitch," he crooned, gently running the knife point along her crack ensuring he did not cut her. "You act all innocent and you're shaved down there."

He pulled back and ran his fingers through her chestnut hair.

"You like being shaved do you?" He asked. "You can speak."

 

[DeliciousMaiden]

Gina Blake

Gina stood, trying to cover her nudity, eyes cast downwards and shivering as he circled her, his eyes roaming over her body as she tried to keep control.

"Too quick,"

The words were so quiet, they were almost lost.
Gina glanced up at him instinctively not understanding.

"I told you that if you made sure I enjoyed myself I might take it easy on you and the first thing you do is try to act shy. You could have danced for me... I'd have liked that. I guess you must really want this to hurt... huh?"

God! She had forgotten what he’d said downstairs.
When he had thumped her and ordered her to strip, she had assumed that if she got naked quickly then he would be pleased and now it seemed she’d angered him further.
She raised her head, preparing to explain, apologise, anything than have him hurt her again.
His finger touched her lips and held her silent.

"I didn't tell you to talk, did I? Unless you really want to annoy me, you'll only talk when I tell you to."

The warning was clear.
Gina kept her silence.
She bit her lip and suffered his touches.
She burned in humiliation as his hands wondered over her body, stroking.
He was strong, but his touch was mercifully gentle.
Gina hung her head as he walked around the front of her and began stroking her breasts, his fingers working towards her erect peaked nipples.
She heard him chuckle as she shivered fearful and chilled.

"What a pervert.
Standing there naked with a stranger touching you and you're turned on.
You're a real sick bitch, aint you?"

Her head snapped up a ready denial springing to her lips.
Lips that were once more held in check by that finger.
Again she fell to silence.

"I didn't say talk, just nod."

Her eyes met his.
He wanted an admission from her.
He dared to call her sick?
What could she do?
She nodded angry with herself for not denying his accusation and tensed as his hand moved lower, finding with obvious displeasure that her legs were clamped together.
Her eyes moved downwards when she felt the knife eased between her legs.
She flinched as she felt the blade.

"You want me to cut you? Or you want to get these things apart?"

She moved her legs allowing the knife to pass between her thighs and move upwards.
Her cheeks were scarlet, her eyes transfixed as she watched each movement of that weapon.
The soft kiss on her cheek revolted her.

"Yeah, a real kinky bitch.
You act all innocent and you're shaved down there."

She shuddered.
She knew he would see, would feel the jolt of her body as his words revolted her.
Her eyes were drawn to his as a hand stroked her hair and fingers laced through it.
Nicky had always caressed her hair like that … firmly … sensually.
She brought herself up short.
This man was no Nicky!

"You like being shaved do you?"

Nicky had liked the fact she kept her pussy smooth.

"You can speak."

Gina licked her lips nervously.

”Yes …”

She whispered as his hand still petted her head.

”I like to be shaved … “

She completed not wanting to disobey him.

”But …that’s not kinky …”

The defensive words spilt out before she could stop them.
Had she said too much?
Her breath caught as she waited.

 

[BadForm]

Vic Timberlake

Big Vic smiled at her as she attempted to rebel against his condemnation. He let his fingers play over her bare pussy for a while, not caring whether she responded or not, but making it plain she had no control over the matter.

"You like to be shaved, eh slut? And you don't think it's kinky. Fine, then. I wouldn't want to disappoint you... by the way, you missed a bit."

He saw her confusion and smirked at her, then indicated the chair beside the the dressing table.

"Sit," he said pushing her downward.

She complied, having no option.

"Arms behind you, eyes closed." The command was firm, insistent. He was pleased to see she knew better than to disobey it.

That gave him time to search for things that could be used to bind her. Hanging on a rack near the door she had several died silk scarves, beautiful and sensuous to the touch. They were perfect for what he wanted, making what would be a sickening contrast with his abuse.

Big Vic took a black one with a yellow sun pattern in his hands and knelt behind Gina. Working too fast to let her respond he bound her hands, wrapping the scarf once around the chair back so she would be unable to move them. He heard her gasp, a protest held silent only by will and glancing up saw her open eyes staring into the mirror on the table.

"It's ok," he said in mock reassurance, "You can look now."

With that he stood behind her and lay the knife down on the table. Next to it lay a pair of scissors, her makeup and a ladyshave electric shaver.

Big Vic ran a hand through her chestnut locks and lowered his face to kiss her head, his blue eyes holding her gaze steady in the mirror.

"You say you like to be shaved, but you really have missed a lot of hair haven't you?

His free hand grasped the scissors swiftly and he raised pulled up the hand wrapped in her hair. With a spark of light, the shears severed the brown locks from her head. He ran them down the side of her face and dropped them into her naked lap.

"Might as well make sure you are properly shaved if you like it so much," he said returning to his task.

 

[DeliciousMaiden]

Gina Blake

Gina stood, her body trembling as his fingers stroked her pussy, teasing, trying to stimulate.
She knew that though his touch was gentle, any minute he might turn, might hurt her.

"You like to be shaved, eh slut? And you don't think it's kinky. Fine, then. I wouldn't want to disappoint you... by the way, you missed a bit."

Her eyes went to his face.
What did he mean?

"Sit,"

The single command was given and she found herself pushed downwards onto the chair.

"Arms behind you, eyes closed."

She through him a pleading look, but knew that he was heartless.
She closed her eyes and moved her arms behind her resting them against the frame of the chair.
She gave a gasp as she felt him at her wrists.
She felt soft fabric binding her, tying her to the chair.
She bit her lip.
No ... she must not protest ... not react ... perhaps if she just let him do what he wanted ... then ...
She shuddered.
But what did he intend to do with her now?
Her eyes snapped open.
She found herself looking at him in the mirror infront of her.
She flinched. He had not told her to open them.

"It's ok. You can look now."

Letting out a breath Gina looked around and saw that the knife had been laid on the table.
Again relief flooded through her.
That was until she saw the sissors and the shaver near her makeup bag.

Her eyes met his in the mirror, her expression confused, questionning.
She watched his hand run through her hair, lifting them, letting them fall.
Again she was reminded of Nicky.
His kiss was soft on her head.

"You say you like to be shaved, but you really have missed a lot of hair haven't you?

Realisation came crashing in.
Her mind screamed: "NOOOOoooo"
But all she could do was choke a sob as he curled his hand in her hair once more and grabbed the scissors and hacked the long tresses from her head.
The touch of her soft silky hair caressed her face as tears spilled over.
She felt the locks dropped into her naked lap and wriggled making part of them fall to the floor and covering her leg in soft hairs.

"Might as well make sure you are properly shaved if you like it so much,"

On and on the scissors snipped.
She watched in horror as he slashed around her head.
Over and over, he caressed her face with the tresses he had robbed her of.
Unable to watch the reflected image of that defilement any more she pressed her eyes shut.
But that did not help.
She still heard the snip of the blades.
She felt the lightening of her head as her heavy mane was shorn away.

" Nicky ... Nicky ... "

She was unaware that she was crooning his name beneath her breath.
Nicky had loved her hair.
The way he stroked, petted, praised it had always aroused her ... and calmed her ...
And now ...

Again the sob caught in her throat.

Samantha ...
Gina had never hated anyone in her life as she hated that woman now.
Did Samantha truly know what she had unleashed by sending this man after her?
Had she told him to shear her hair?
If so ... no revenge could be more fitting.

From somewhere far off he was talking to her again.
That hateful, jeering voice.
But she kept her eyes tightly shut and tried to picture Nicky's face.
If only he knew what Samantha was capable of ... then ...

 

[BadForm]

Vic Timberlake

"Nicky... Nicky..."

She crooned the word in an almost subvocal whisper over and over as he worked. It seemed to be the only thing that stopped her crying openly. Big Vic smiled unseen. So, he was right. Whoever Samantha was, she wanted revenge for this woman having sex with some guy... or woman, he reminded himself, since Nicky could be a girl.

"Nicky's not here, precious," he said, changing his tone to a soft and gentle sigh as he wiped her bare head clear of the remnants of her hair. "But I'll make sure you get exactly what you deserve. Don't worry about that."

He backed away from her a little, and watched as she sat and wept silently before the mirror. She was so pretty like that, the ultimate image of female degredation. It was surprising how devastating being shorn of hair was to a woman, and to put the blame on her for having shaved her pussy probably ripped away the last shred of dignity she had for a while.

Now it was time to build her up again.

"I have something to do," he said. "But I don't want you going and hurting yourself so you won't mind if I make you a little more... secure will you?"

He reached for more scarves, the varied hues dancing through his fingers as he selected them. With four in his hands he returned to kneel by her.

He took her right ankle in his hand, pulling it over towards the leg of her sturdy dressing table. She struggled feebly, but her despair seemed to have robbed her of any strength. Using two scarves, Big Vic secured her leg tight to the table.

He moved to her left and repeated the process, feeling her struggles increase somewhat as she was bound tightly, her thighs widely spread.

Once her legs were secure he searched for her belts and strapped these tightly around her body, binding her to the chair so she had no way of escaping.

Her eyes were wide now, apparent terror at what he was going to do overriding her shame. Instead of touching her though, Big Vic stood back.

His eyes were soft, almost loving. "I'm hungry. I'm going to make us a meal. You won't scream or cry out while I'm gone, will you? I'm enjoying myself too much to want to kill you... but my safety comes first."

 

[DeliciousMaiden]

Gina Blake

"Nicky's not here, precious,"

Gina flinched as he brushed the last of her hair from her smooth scalp.
He continued to speak, the same soft tone, but she didn’t hear the words.
Nicky wasn’t here. He didn’t know. Would he ever know what she was going through?
Would she even survive this?

Gina sat, head bowed tears falling silently, tears of fear as well as grief and humiliation.

”I have something to do,"

She lifted her head meeting his eyes in the mirror.

"But I don't want you going and hurting yourself so you won't mind if I make you a little more... secure will you?"

Gina blinked. … more secure …?
She was going nowhere … if she had been able to move before, surely he realised she’d have fought to keep her hair, her dignity.
It was almost as if all this was happening to someone else now.
It was all so … horrific.

His touch on her ankle caused an instinctive reaction, however.
She tried to pull her foot away from him, but of course he was stronger.
She watched helplessly as he secured her ankle to the dressing table, pulling it uncomfortably wide as he did so.
Then again …
His hand caught her left ankle and pulled it firmly setting about securing the second foot.
Only now did Gina realise just how obscenely her legs were spread.
She tried … tried as hard as she could to pull herself free.
But she was helpless and had to sit and watch his hands working, tying:
Using her own scarves to strap her legs so widely apart.
Her body trembled.
She lifted her head determined not to look at what he had done to her.
But as she looked ahead, her eyes met her shorn reflection in the mirror.
She gasped and pressed her eyes shut.
There was nowhere to look.
Nowhere she could focus without seeing his handiwork.

But still he was not satisfied.
Her eyes flew open with a feeble whimper as belts were wrapped around her.
Silently he pulled them tight, binding her, imprisoning until she could do no more than look up helplessly from the chair.
She could not move. He had robbed her of all freedom of movement.
Her body could barely tremble anymore, so tightly was she bound.
What now?
What would he do?
Her questioning look was filled with terror.

"I'm hungry. I'm going to make us a meal. You won't scream or cry out while I'm gone, will you?
I'm enjoying myself too much to want to kill you... but my safety comes first."

Without even waiting for a response, he left her.
She heard him walk downstairs, doubtless heading for the kitchen.
She blinked.
He was going to make them a meal!?!?
How sick was he?
Did he expect her to eat with him?
Would he force the food upon her?

The more bizarre his actions became, the more unstable she believed him to be.

Gina fixed her eyes on a point on the dresser, concentrating on not raising her eyes to her own reflection, not dropping her gaze to see her naked parted thighs.
He had told her not to scream.
What was the point after all?
He had said … no one would hear her.
And she couldn’t run.
He would have that knife in her before she could even draw breath.

Her body had gone limp.
She was exhausted.
Her ties held her securely in place.
It took no effort on her part to keep herself upright.
She glanced to the side and saw a rainbow of colour playing around the chair frame.
Nicky had bought her that scarf … that one she had been given by her mother … the belt … she struggled to remember where that came from …
And so she forced herself to think of other times, to will herself away from here.
Whilst he was away, she could recharge, try to gather her wits, seek escape.
When he returned …
Panic gripped her almost stifling her breath.
The belt!
That was it!

That time when Nicky ….

She ran the memories over in her head, retelling them to herself as a parent would tell a child fairy stories to ease their fears at bedtime.
She determinedly steered herself away from the fact that each of these stories ended with Nick returning to his wife.
Then … and now … it seemed … there was no “Happy Ever After”.

 

[BadForm]

Vik Timberlake

Big Vic had been raised in a country pub, cooking had long since become a pleasure. He hummed quietly as he searched the woman's kitchen and larder. He wanted to give her some time to think things over, but not so much as to get up the courage to try to escape or scream. A quick search gave him what he needed: bacon, mushrooms, tomatoes, oven chips. It was simple fair that he could cook within twenty minutes but would still be nourishing enough to give her the energy to survive what was coming.

Bacon.

He smiled.

Bacon and eggs? He touched the large bulb in his pocket, a pleasure and torture device he liked to use when he thought his victim could stand it. Yes, tonight he was going to have fun.

He took out a skillet to fry the bacon and tomatoes adding herbs and spices with practiced expertise, and opened the a tin of mushrooms to grill. The oven timer registered 10 minutes to heat up and then he began to prepare the chips.

His mouth watered as he worked. It wasn't the savory flavors of the food which wafted through the house, but his thoughts of just how horrified his victim would be with his next move.

As the meal was finished, Big Vic split the food between two plates and, adding two glasses of milk to the tray they rested on returned upstairs.

He heard his victim's breathing change as she heard him approach, but instead of returning to her dressing room, went to the bedroom instead and lay the tray on the gorgeous satin sheets that graced her queensized bed.

Big Vic hummed quietly as he walked back to where his victim was bound. She was doing everything she could to avoid looking at the horrified image ready for her in the mirror and barely seemed aware of his presence at first. Until he spoke.

"Dinner's ready," he said with a grin as he began to free her bonds. "I thought we'd eat in the bedroom to be more comfortable - what do you think?"

 

[DeliciousMaiden]

Gina Blake

His footsteps on her stairs brought Gina out of her reverie as effectively as if he had stuck a dinner gong.
Her eyes were pressed shut, she struggled to control the panic, to stop her heart from racing out of control.
It would be easier if he just killed her and got it over with, she decided.
And yet … she did not want to die …

"Dinner's ready,"

She opened her eyes finding herself looking at a friendly grin.

"I thought we'd eat in the bedroom to be more comfortable - what do you think?"

She stared incredulously as he began to untie her bonds.

”I think … “

She hesitated then spoke her mind.

”I think you’re sick.”

She told him woodenly.

”Besides … I’m not hungry … ”

She knew he cared nothing for her feelings and this parody of sociability sickened her.

She pulled her wrists towards her and rubbed where the ties had chafed as he released her.
Timidly she raised her eyes to his.
She wanted to demand that he tell her what he wanted from her.
She wanted to tell him to drop the games and to just to get on with it.
But she knew he was enjoying toying with her, playing cat and mouse.

And so she held her peace:
Instead all the fear and hatred remained unspoken as she glared impotently at him before finally pulled her eyes away from his sat unmoving in the chair where he had tied her and shorn away all her hair.

It no longer represented an instrument of torture in her mind.
She clung to it now as if it were a lifeline.

She did not want him in her bedroom.
She did not want to go into the bedroom with him.
She knew begging him to let her go was useless.

And so she remained … silent … eyes trained on the carpet … making no move towards the food he had prepared for them.

 

[BadForm]

Vic Timberlake

Big Vic stared down at the woman sitting before him. He could see she was stubbornly refusing to move from the chair, as though sitting there naked before him was at least some form of defiance.

”I think … “ she said, and paused. ”I think you’re sick. Besides … I’m not hungry … ”

Big Vic put his arm on her shoulder and leaned down to kiss the side of her neck. His lips were soft, and when he spoke his voice was softer.

"Thank you for that compliment," he whispered into her ear. "I am sick. I am perverted. I am twisted. And do you know what else...?"

He nibbled her ear erotically, feeling her squirm under him. Then he changed the soft touch at her earlobe to a sudden nip with his teeth before standing and speaking normally.

"I like being this way. Now I'm going to let you in on a little secret. Samantha paid me well to get revenge on you. She must truly hate you because the amount she's paying means I can live here in style for over two years. Do you think you can survive that long without breaking?"

He ran his fingers over Gina's now bald scalp, massaging it as though he were playing with the hair she used to have.

"I'm going to enjoy breaking you. I'd like to keep your body intact, of course. It pleases me... well, I should say even looking at it pleases me, but in time you will come to beg me to let you please me in other ways."

He ran his fingers down to begin massaging her shoulders. She was so tense. Her muscles tightened under his touch as she tried to resist him, tried to bar him from touching her.

"I'm not going to persuade you to move from that chair am I?" he said.

Beneath him, she shook her head. In the mirror, he saw the look of anger in her face. With a laugh he wrapped his burly arms around her chest, kneeling down a little to brace himself against her weight.

"Very well," he said and stood up, lifting her into the air easily.

His arms around her body ached in their tightness as he turned and headed into the bedroom. Once there, he put the chair down again and kissed her naked head.

"You don't really think you can resist me do you? As to not being hungry... it would be better for you to eat. I am here for however long it takes and you will need your strength to survive... intact. Besides, look, I brought you bacon and eggs."

He saw her turn to where he had laid the plates down with an uncaring look on her face. It seemed to take her a while to realize that there were no eggs on the plates and even then she barely registered her confusion.

"Oh," Big Vic said. "You're probably wondering where the eggs are, huh?"

He withdrew a strange object from his pocket. It looked like two eggs made of plastic held together with a length of wire. One egg was somewhat larger than the other, about half the size of an adult fist. Then he took out a remote control and laid this on the bed.

"Eggs," he said. "Vibrating eggs as a matter of fact. A little variation on the theme of the love egg that I had made a few years ago. You can probably tell that the larger one goes in the vagina, the smaller one in the anus. I think you'll enjoy the stimulation they create."

He dangled the eggs in front of her face, offering them to her as if they were a prized gift.

"I will let you choose. You can insert them yourself, or have me do it. Of course, you may find me doing it is a little less pleasant than if you do it yourself. After all, you know how gently your body needs to be treated."