The Keepsake

[ThePhoenixMan]

{ OOC: This story is initially closed for icu1978 and myself ... others will be included for cameo appearances ... please PM with any suggestions if you are interested. }

He’d been watching her for some time. He chose her! She was the one, or at least going to be THE ONE! Grant Henderson had become obsessed with her the moment he had passed her on the sidewalk. She had done nothing to Grant, only smiling at him politely as they passed, barely an audible, “hi,” heard from her frail voice. They were merely two strangers passing by each other on a city street. He was on his way to a meeting, and she was on her way to her college classes.

It was purely lust on his part. She was of perfect shape and size, her eyes sparkling with vitality and innocence. She was obviously new to the area, most likely a new college freshman, just getting acclimated to the surroundings. Grant chuckled to himself, knowing those were surroundings that she’d soon never see again, at least not for a long while!

Ever since that fateful passing, Grant had been stalking her. He’d been following her, finding out where she lived, what her routine was, what her habits were. It had only taken a week! School hadn’t even started! Nobody would miss her! Most would assume she just never showed up! It would be weeks before anyone began looking for her! No one would find her. There’d be a search. It would last a week. Eventually she’d just be another statistic! She’d be his statistic.

It was a Thursday evening. Grant watched and waited for her to leave her new apartment, headed to the campus deli for something to eat. She always returned at eleven, so he had time to prepare. He parked the black van in the side alley next to her apartment. He made sure the van was visible from the entrance to her place. As the time passed, he envisioned what life would be like from this point forward. He couldn’t keep the evil smile from stretching across his face as he envisioned himself with the young co-ed.

About ten minutes before she arrived, he donned a man’s black haired wig, and a fake broken arm cast, slipping it into a sling before getting out. He ambled nonchalantly to the back of the van and opened the back.

The act began! He mimicked the part of a college student moving into their apartment. Despite being 25 years old, in the dark, no one would be able to tell! He laid out several empty cardboard boxes on the ground. He then pulled a sofa only halfway out of the van, leaving one end on the ground, the other in the van.

Right on cue, she arrived, and he began huffing, puffing, moaning and groaning. She stopped, turning to see what the commotion was about and spotted the handicapped individual, struggling with what looked like any other student, in the middle of moving into their apartment. He watched her with puppy dog eyes, silently pleading for help. The naïve one had already been snared, falling prey to the “helpless” trap! She walked up to him offering to help in some way!

 

[icu1978]

Cassandra Morgan was free to do as she wanted for the first time in her life. Having moved to Boston two weeks ago she was greedily taking in everything she could find about the wonderfull city.Her apartment was small only a one bedroom but it was a palace to Cassandra. She had just met a few people at the Campus deli that would be in her history class when it started and she was excited. Her new found friends had invited her to go out on saturday and for the first time in her life she was going to and have some fun.

Walking down the street she couldn't help but hum lightly under her breath she was so happy. her dark brown hair pulled up into a pony tail at the back of her head was tied with a pretty yellow bow that matched her yellow and white form fitting t shirt and her white capri's. Cassandra had left behind the old her when she moved to boston. She no longer hid her curvasiouse body under heavey baggy clothes. her large breasts pressed against the almost tight t shirt and her capri's huged her hips and legs perfectly. While she may not be the ideal girl for most, she was finding more and more lately that she loved her body. at 5 ft 4 inches and 135 pounds she had a few more curves than she should but it didn't matter to her in the least.

Looking up to the sky at all the stars she smils and says a little thank you to what ever fate and made her send in her application to the boston city colledge. turning the corner and walking up the front walk to her apartment she stops when she see's what appears to be a new student moving in.Looking closely she notice's that he has a cast on his arm and is trying to move a couch by himself. running over to him her tennis shoes smacking against the sidewalk she puts her hand on his shoulder.

" do you want some help with this?" she asks softly. her blue grey eyes meeting his , kindness ratiated from her as she offered him her help.

 

[ThePhoenixMan]

He turned to her! There she was once again! He was sure she didn't recognize him from before. He was just a nameless face in passing. Not any more! From this point forward, his would be a face she never forgot! His image would be forever emblazoned in her mind, never to be erased or overwritten!

"Why, yes!" he countered, when she offered to help. Grant casually looked around to ensure no one else was watching. "If you could come over here and hold this end ... ?" He shrugged with his shoulder for her to grab the end of the sofa that was sticking out of the van.

As she sidled up to him to help, he was treated to a sweet fragrance, a fresh, innocent aroma emanating from her, wafting to his nose! She even brushed up against him as she grabbed the end of the sofa from his grip. Her skin was soft, yet firm, and he could only imagine ...

"If you could hold this end just one moment, while I ... " Grant slid away, leaving her holding the couch, apparently waiting for him to assist with the other end. Instead, Grant reached into his pocket and pulled out a dirty white handkerchief that had been soaked in a chemical compound he had stolen from the college. Within a split second, he wrapped his casted arm around her waist and silenced her shriek with the handkerchief.

The struggle was short and sweet, but uneventful. The unsuspecting coed slumped face first into the couch, knocked out cold. Grant quickly removed the fake cast, threw it in the van, hoisted the couch, and the girl, back into the van, and then tossed the empty boxes in also. He slammed the doors closed, looking around one last time, ensuring no one had seen the endeavor.

Several minutes later, he had pulled the van into his detached garage, closed the door, and fetched her limp body from the vehicle. Slumping her over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes, he ambled from the door of the garage, across the portico, into his house and into the basement.

He laid her on a thin mat, spread out on the damp cold floor. Her body limp and lifeless, lay there strewn on the mat. With methodical madness, and expert precision, he stripped her bare and stretched her out, spread eagled. Four pieces of rope were used to bind her wrists and ankles to shackle rings cemented into the floor. Satisfied that she was bound securely, he left, leaving her in the cold dark room, in her new home, in her new hell!

Returning to the van, Grant rummaged through her stuff and found her apartment key! He jumped back into his van and returned to her place, now rummaging at leisure through her things for anything that might be of interest!

 

[icu1978]

A swirling blackness was the last thing she could remember as cassandra opened her eyes. she was shivering it was so cold. turning her head from side to side she looked around her but her vision was to blurry to make anything out.
Trying to cover her face with her hand she realized she was tied to the wall. she attempted to lift her legs so she could roll over only to discover that those too had benn tied down. looking down her body she as panic set in.

" what's going on here...HELLO!!!"
she screams until her throat is sore. trying to get someones attention.
" oh god pleeease someone help me!!"

tears began to run down her cheeks as she realized no one was coming to rescue her.What was going to happen to her now she wondered as she tryed again to remember what had happened tonight. but nothing was coming back to her.

 

[ThePhoenixMan]

Grant rummaged through her apartment. There was nothing there that would be of any necessity, but he looked around anyways. Clothing? No, she wouldn't be needing any of that any time soon. Jewelry? No, he'd adorn her with the "jewelry" he had already acquired. Photos? Absolutley not, she had no past, and he was her future! Perfumes and colognes? Hmm, that could have purpose, so he bagged up those.

It was as if it was almost an afterthought, but he looked under the bed. Sure enough, there it was! He reached under and pulled out a shoebox! There in the shoebox were an eight inch dildo, a slim line vibrator, and a tube of lubricant! "Not quite the innocent one, huh?" he asked aloud to himself.

He knew not to take anything from there that could directly link her to him. He merely took time looking at the pictures, and reading through things, finding out as much as he could about Cassandra Morgan. It was all information he could use to torment her and bend her to his will!

He locked up and returned to his house, vowing never to return to the apartment again. Upon entering the house he heard the cries and whimpers coming from the dark basement. He ignored them, and continued on with his mundane existence, knowing that she'd struggle and scream and cry out until exhaustion overcame her, and she'd either fall asleep, or go into a semi comatose state.

So he sat at the kitchen table formulating his plans, the evil sinister, side of him, helping to refine his objectives. He sat there eating a late night snack, listening to the slowly fading pleas, each one getting softer and softer, each one coming further and further apart, until ...

 

[icu1978]

her throat was sore and horse from screaming for so long. laying her head back against the mattress under her she stares up at the ceiling. tears slowly made tracks down her cheeks and her lower lip shook slightly. as it finally sank in that she had no idea where she was or who had her.

turning her head to the her left she tryed to tell herself that someone would miss her soon and they would look. But she knew it wasn't true, her parents where in paris for the next six monthes and she hadn't made any friends since she had moved to town.

"please god send someone for me"

she repeats the prayer over and over in her head. it's the only thing she can think about. someone was going to notice she was gone and start looking for her very soon. they just had to.

 

[ThePhoenixMan]

Grant was ready for her now. The fight within her was subdued, at least for the time being. He would continually wear her down until she learned and fully accepted her fate. She would be his until the end of time, to be at his beck and call, to do his bidding as he wished, when he wished.

He opened the door to the dark black basement and stepped inside, closing the door behind him. He stood at the top of the stairs, letting his eyes get accustomed to the blackness. He was familiar with the basement, so once his eyes became adjusted, he knew what the shadows he could make out were.

He made his way over to Cassandra bound on the floor, knowing that she'd have a sudden adrenaline rush, knowing that someone was there, but unable to see who it was. Fear and anxiety, maybe mixed with a sense of hope, would surely make her more animated than she's been.

Sure enough! She had started her pleas again, calling out, begging for help, the sounds of renewed tears flowing freely. He stood over her, looking down upon the outline of her body in the near total blackness. "Soon enough," he convinced himself, he would gaze upon her nakedness in full light, but for now, this was how it had to be. He ignored her completely never acknowledging her. He merely stood there motionless, until she stopped long enough to listen to the silence.

Once the silence had been achieved, he noisily pulled the shirt from his chest, unbuttoned his pants, pulled the zipper down and stripped naked. He wanted her to hear those sounds, to know what he was doing, to know what he was preparing to do, to know that there was nothing she could to to prevent him from doing what he wanted to do.

He listened with a sinister smile on his face, as the realization set in upon Cassandra.

 

[icu1978]

The room was silent around her.Cassandra could swear she had felt the air around her stir as if someone had come into the darkness. But when her cry's for help went where only met by a relentless stillness she whimpered and resumed her her fear induced prayers.

it had seemed like an eternity had passed before she heard something again. the rustling of clothing. listening hard she heard it again.. someone was in here with her. When she heard a zipper being undone her body tensed and her heart began to pound in her chest. pulling hard on the ropes that bound her wrists she began to cry loudly.

" oh god no.. please.. please don't"

she twisted her body from side to side trying to get free. her breathing was labored as she fought her restraints. " pleeease don't hurt me" she cryed over and over.

 

[ThePhoenixMan]

"Hurt her?" No! Not in the permanent, physical way. He wouldn't do that! He wanted her!

He reached down and stroked his growing erection, feeling it grow and harden in anticipation.

He moved between her legs and knelt down. He squeezed his cock even tighter, causing the mushrooming head to swell and bulge even larger. He moved forward and ran it up and down along the slit between her splayed legs. He could feel her twitch, writhe, and try to pull away. Ah, but no avail, her binds kept her open to his attack. He remained deaf to her cries and pleas, continually dragging his bulbous head from the bottom to the tip, purposefully dragging it over her clit as he pressed between the petals of her sex.

He knew she'd fight it, but he continued the torment until her body began to betray her brain. He knew that no matter how hard she tried, her body would respond to the stimuli. He was already beginning to respond! Bubbles of clear priming liquid were already beginning to ooze from the tip of his shaft.

 

[icu1978]

she could feel him kneeling between her spread thighs. the hair of his own thighs gently rubbing against her once in awhile as he leans over her.
shaking she trys to pull her arms free once more.

" no please.. don't do this... please."

but it was no use,she could feel the thick tip of his arrousal pressing against her sinsative folds. her own body was preparing for his penitration.
gasping loudly her cry's filling the empty air around them as she continues to plead with the stranger in the dark.

her heart was pounding so hard she knew that he no doubt could hear it as well as she could. twisting her body as much as she could she trys to escape him and what he is about to do to her.

 

[ThePhoenixMan]

Despite her attempts to avoid his contact, and resist his advances, Grant threw all his weight behind his hips as he thrust mightily forward, lurching her with him as he penetrated her for the first time.

"Uuunnnggghhh goddd," he finally cried out, allowing her to hear his voice for the first time. Her tightness gripped his shaft excrutiatingly so, like a glove that was two sizes too small!

But it was only a split second before her body flooded the region with her fluids to compensate for the friction. He was in!

Slowly he began rocking, despite her cries and pleas for release. Inch by glorious inch, he withdrew and rocked back in, going a little deeper with each and every thrust. The moisture was making the voyage more enjoyable. Belying her cries of "no," her body began saying "yes," ever so slightly responding to his invasion.

After what seemed like an eternity, Grant could feel the weight of his sac, resting against the compressed swells of her ass, mashed beneath their bodies. He was all the way in now, ready to give her the fucking he seemed to think she deserved.

 

[icu1978]

Cassandra's scream of agony echoed in the room bouncing off the walls and filling the surounding darkness. tears streamed freely down her cheeks and temples as she felt the searing pain of him thrusting into her forcing his way into her body. she felt as if he where ripping her apart and all she could do was scream and cry no coherant words making it passed her lips as he moved his hips against hers. her body being thrust upward with each penatration.

she could feel that she was wet now making the pain a little less intense but shaming her even more becuase everyone knows that a girl only gets wet when she is enjoying what's happening to her. but it was the furthest from the truth. her body was racked with pain and she was in agony as his continued to move inside her. she tryed to pull her wrists free and was shocked when her right hand sliped from the binds that held her. clawing her fingers she strikes out at him not thinking just desperate to get him away from her.

She barely had any feeling in her hand but she felt it when her hand made contact with his face. her nails scraping down his cheek. before she was done she had a grip of his hair her fingers tangled within the lock and holding tightly as she yanked and screamed at the top of her lungs in anger and pain.

 

[ThePhoenixMan]

"GODDDAMMMNNIITTT!!"

Grant cursed at the top of his lungs, searing from the clawing she had done to his face! By the time she had a fistful of hair, he had backhanded her roughly across the face, knowingly slamming her face to the side.

His hands sought out her wrists and gripped them tightly, dropping his entire weight onto her! His chest plopped down on her, roughly driving the wind from her lungs, his weight heavy upon her. He pinned her hands above her head, his bleeding face next to hers, his hot, heavy breathing billowing in her ear. His knees were locked between her splayed knees, and his cock imbedded balls deep within her tight snatch.

"You fucking CUNT," he hoarsely breathed in her ear! "This could've been easy for you!" He jammed his cock brutally into her, feeling her rock upwards from the thrust. "You're gonna pay ... unngh!" Another jab! "Your cunt ... ungh!" Thrust! "Your mouth ... unngh!" Pound! "Your ass ... unngh!"

Over and over again he lifted his hips and dropped them forcefully, shoving his entire length into her until he finally reached the pinnacle of his release! His seed flooded her pussy, and he had no concern for her if she had gotten pregnant! He was pissed!

Quickly, even before the euphoria had settled in, he dismounted her with an audible *pop*, and resecured her wrist, more tightly than before! Satisfied, he returned to her face, tear-stained from her cries, and backhanded it once more!

"I'll take you when I want; how I want! Get used to it! Learn to like it! I know you just did, you're sooo fucking wet!" Truth of the matter, she was! Her body had betrayed her, covering his pounding prod in her pussy potion!

Before he left her to suffer in the dark again, he warned her! "Ever try anything like that again, and I swear I'll cut you into tiny pieces, and you won't die until I carve your heart out!"

He stormed up the steps and opened the door. The last words she heard were ... "BITCH!" before the sound of the slamming door echoed in the basement!

Grant went to the bathroom and surveyed the damage! It wasn't as bad as he thought it was, but it was there nonetheless! And damn, his head hurt from where she had yanked his hair!

He solved both problems that night before going to bed! Some antiseptic and neosporin on the cheek would heal the scars. Grabbing a set of electric shears, he cut all his hair off, taking it down to nearly bald! Grabbing a handful of shaving lather, he covered his stubbly scalp and then proceeded to shave it bare!

"Damn if she'll be able to do that again," he mused to himself in the mirror as he rubbed his scalp, admiring the new, rugged look!

 

[icu1978]

she felt the contact of his hand sharpley as it came down on her cheek, instantly she tasted blood as it rushed into her mouth. crying out she trys to pull free of his painfull grip on her free hand desperately wanting to get free of this man. as he slamed himself into her sore body roughly she would cry out in agony.

she could still feel strands of his hair wraped around her fingers and thought that at least when the police found her body she would have his DNA.
they would be able to find the animal that had hurt her so badly.

she was crying so hard she could hardly make out what he was saying to her. only that he was angry and intent on causing her as much pain as he could. suddenly he roared in her ear his cry of release drowning out her own crys of pain. then he was gone from her body. the ropes that he tyed around her wrist bit harshly into her flesh cutting the circulation off to her hand. just when she thought he would be leaving her she felt him smack her again. pain shot through her head and she seen bright spots in her eyes as her ears rang.

sobbing she heard him leave the room going up a set of stairs still mummbling to himself.

"BITCH!" before the sound of the slamming door echoed in the basement!

it was the only thing she had heard clearly since it had all began. testing the ropes she pulls her arms and regrets it. pain shoots through her arms and into her shoulders and back. screaming at the top of her lunges " let me go!!! i HATE you....THE COPS ARE GOING TO FIND YOU AND YOUR GOING TO FRY IN OLE SMOKEY YOU FUCKING FREAK!"

she had no idea if he heard her or not and she didn't care anymore. at this point she knows that he is going to do what ever he wants to her and there is nothing she can do about it.. convinced that he was never going to let her leave this place alive her hopes came crashing down. all she wanted to do was dissapear.. closing her eyes she imagined herself in anotehr place at another time..

the ocean three years ago with her boyfriend sam.. they had laughed played and made love that weekend.. it was the best three weeks of her life. and she relived them now. her mind going to that time of fun and loving leaving her body there in that dark moist place laying on a thin mattress with a monsters cum oozing between her thighs. her right eyes had already begun to swell and her bottom lip was cut on the right side. but she didn't feel these things anymore.. she was in the sunshine with salt water rushing over her heated body as she lay in sam's arms.

 

[ThePhoenixMan]

Grant slept soundly having gotten his rocks off, also knowing that he'd be able to have his release, whenever and wherever, he so desired from this day forward!

The open wounds on his cheek reminded him of her fire, and strengthened his resolve to completely break her to his will! Soon, he wouldn't have to rape her! Soon, she'd willingly give her body to him. Soon, she'd realize that only he could give her the pleasure she craved. Soon, she'd be begging him to suck his cock in hopes that he'd fuck her with it!

He faintly heard her screams and pleas two stories below, muffled by the cement walls and the rest of the household.

No! No one would even think about looking for her in this area! By the time she saw daylight, she'd have a new look and a new name! By the time she saw daylight, she'd have already been announced presumed dead, "CASE CLOSED!"

=====

He awoke the next morning, refreshed and renewed. He was grateful that he had a week's vacation from work, so no one would expect to hear from him. His comrades at the police station all thought he was going back home to be with his parents during his break!

He looked at his police uniform hanging in the closet! He snickered evilly. "If only they knew," he thought to himself. He rarely wore it, rather wearing the casual clothes of a detective ... homicide and missing persons!

He meandered into the kitchen ate some breakfast at his leisure, not hearing a peep from the basement. He cleaned up, then filled two buckets with cold water, one he added dish soap to.

"Time to get things started," he announced triumphantly.

Opening the door, he marched down the steps into the dungeon darkness, carrying the two buckets. He wasn't sure if she was sleeping, or if he had woken her with his arrival. It didn't matter!

He set the buckets down, and reached for the switch to the double-halogen worklight, flicking it on! In the dark for so long, he was sure the bright light would be utterly blinding and painful!

Before she even had a chance to react, he had grabbed the bucket of plain, cold water and dumped half of it on her, starting at her head, down to her splayed legs, where streaks of dried remnants of last night had left their mark!

"WAKE THE FUCK UP ... BITCH!"

 

[icu1978]

She lay there in ther dark listening to the sounds around her. Cassandra could make out the sounds of someone moving around up stairs and a chill climbed up her body.
The door opens and there are heavey foot steps down the stairs biting her lower lip she is determend to stay silent and unresponsive no matter what he has come to do to her. The the lights above her come on and she yelps with out thinking. the lights blinding and hurting her eyes even with them clenched tightly closed she can see the light in the room stinging her eyes. She can hear him coming closer and she cringes insides.

Suddenly she is dosed in cold water and she gasps and pulls at the restraints trying to get away from him and the water. slowly she opens her eyes and looks up at him. Still she pulls and fights against the restraints holding her down her eyes locking with his she crys out. " let me out of here!!!"

she knows that she sounds pitiful but she can't help it she is beyound reasoning now. all she can think of is getting loose and running as far away from this mad man as she can. The cold water making her all the more cold she shivers and finally lays still silently sobing she closes her eyes and refuses to look at him.

The ropes around her wrists and ankles left her tender flesh red and bruised from her pulling against them but she thought she felt them giving a little last night after he had left.Not anymore, the water he had thrown on her had made the ropes wet and now they seemed even tighter than before especially her left wrist that he had retied last night after her one armed attack on him.

 

[ThePhoenixMan]

Grant knelt beside the defiant one. His temper long gone, abated with a decent nights sleep, and the satisfaction of his first encounter with her.

"Ahhhh. Good morning! I hope you slept well!"

His fingers moved the wet strands of hair from her face, showing off the puffy eyes from the full night of crying.

"I don't want to hurt you!" He tried consoling her. "But I will if I have to!"

His hand danced over her naked breasts, teasing her flesh and her nipples, which were standing erect from the frigid water, trailing down over her quivering stomach to the nest of curls between her splayed legs.

"You can make this as hard or as easy on yourself as you want."

His hand traveled back to her breasts, then over to her cheeks, feeling the coarseness from her recent beatings. He tried to show her, he could be gentle, loving and caring!

"So what's it gonna be? The hard way, or the easy way? Either way, it's gonna be MY WAY!"

 

[icu1978]

Affraid of him and what he could do to her she looks up at him her lower lip trembling " please... don't hurt me" it was all she could get out and that just barely whispered.

she knew that this man.. this crazy man that kidnaped her from right infront of her home held her life in his hands and had already shown her that he could and would inflict pain.. more pain than she could handle.

looking away from him as tears slid down the sides of her face she trys to ignore him as he moves his hand over her bare body. the warmth of his palm was inviting compared to the cold air in the room. her body ached for warmth and before she could stop herself her body had drifted closer to his warmth.

she wondered what he would think of her movement. doubting he would take it as an innocent move on her part she dreaded what the future would hold for her while she was in his....TENDER.... care.

 

[ThePhoenixMan]

The cold water must've had an impact, combined with his contrasting attention to her. But he noticed the slight arch in her body, almost pleading for him to touch her more, to caress her more, possibly excite her more! But he had plenty of time for that!

"Let's get you cleaned up," he offered, combing her wet hair with his hands.

He positioned himself by her outstretched wrists.

"Now don't try anything silly, like last night," he warned, "I don't want to hurt you!"

He loosened the rope that kept her left wrist tied to the floor, yet kept the part tied to her wrist in place. If she thought about fighting him or offering resistance, she was smart enough not to try anything! He held her wrist securely, freeing her right hand at the same time. He sat her up, now kneeling behind her, keeping her upright, her wet hair dripping down her back. He twisted both arms behind her back so that they were folded onto each other. Her right wrist was near her left elbow and vice versa. Grant took the loose ends of rope and lashed them around her forearms, tying them off.

The effect was quite pleasant! Her shoulders were pulled back, thrusting out her chest invitingly so. Once he was sure she was bound securely, no chance of pulling her arms free, he helped her stand up. Her ankles were still tied to the floor, so that when she stood, her legs were spread quite wide! He lashed a long piece of rope around her arms, and threw the loose end over an overhead rafter, then tied the slack off to a hook on the wall. She was now secured in a standing position!

In the second bucket he retrieved a large soapy sponge and began lathering his captive from head to toe, paying special attention to her breasts and her cum filled sex. Satisfied there was enough lather, he scrubbed her long hair, making sure to clean it of her sweat and the grime from the basement. If she thought he was being kind, the cruelness was about to show.

Grant reached into the bucket and now pulled out a scrub brush! He ran the coarse bristles over her skin, cleaning it more thoroughly while bringing a nice rosy red color to her flesh! He was sure it stung, but the effect was marvelous!

He finished her off by rinsing her down with the remnants of cold water in the other bucket!

 

[icu1978]

She had forced herself to remain silent while he "cleaned" her. making her soft white flesh turn pinkish red as he used the scrub brush on her. she wanted to scream out as he repeatedly run the brush over her tender flesh already cold and covered in goose bumps she was freezing and her skin burned after the washing. refusing to look at him she whisperes " i hate you"
beneath her breath as he comes back around infront of her.

the muscles in her arms and shoulder and back hurt so badly she had to force herself not to cry out every time he touched her. it felt as if she had been in this dark cellar for weeks instead of just a day. but with the lights on she was able to look around the room and at the knots that held her trying to figure out a way that she could free herself.

But she realizes as her hope sinks into black nothingness that even if she managed to get free of her bindings there was no way for her to get out of the room with out him knowing it and then he would no doubt punish her again. stairing blankly infront of her she no longer felt him using his evil brush she was numb to everything he did she no longer heard his deep voice as he talked to her. she felt as if her world had just shattered her heart broken her hopes of freedom crushed sighing she lowers her head and lets her body hang loosely no longer trying to stand as tall as she could to keep the pain in her arms and shoulders to a minimum. she no longer cared... this was to be her life from now on.. at least until he tired of her.

 

[ThePhoenixMan]

He watched as he was bathing her. He noticed her straining muscles. He listened to her spiteful remark of hatred towards him.

He knew she would change. She would come to love him. She would learn that she needed him. She would learn to crave him. She would be utterly dependent on him, dying for his touch, his affection, his attention. He also knew it wasn't going to happen over night! No it would be a continual evolving process, one that would put her on an emotional and physical roller coaster ride. It would be a ride that she learned to love, one she would never, ever get off of!

As he was bathing her and cleaning her, he noticed the sudden change! She had gone limp! Her chin fell to her chest, her head hung low, wet hair, a thin veil over her face. Tiny ringlets still dripped clear droplets of water onto her rosy flesh. Her muscles, no longer taught or strained, gave way, leaving the poor lass, looking like a wet dish rag, strung out on a line to dry.

Grant smiled appreciatively. A wicked grin slowly evolved on his face. He pressed an index finger to her breast and started drawing lazy circles around her nipple, moving from one firm breast to the other. He delighted in the way the cherry red nubbins puckered into pencil-erasers, standing taught and proud, belying the rest of her limp body. Over a long drawn out period of time, his one finger evolved to two, then to three, four and five, dancing delightedly over the damp flesh. They were feathery touches, not just on her breasts, but along her ribs, feace, neck, and ears also. The fleeting touches eventually transformed into caressing, his whole palm making contact with her body, as if her were a master sculptor, and she were a mound of clay that he was molding. He was memorizing her body with his hands, taking special pride in the way her rock hard nipples pressed into his palms.

She didn't acknowledge him, but her body was! She may not have wanted to be aroused, but he was having an effect on her body ... and he assumed probably as well as her mind!

He continued the torment, now running his palms lower, moving lower onto her abdomen, lower onto her back, and lower yet ...

 

[icu1978]

Slowly she lifts her head up and looks at him. It was like she was looking right through him as she sneared at him and then with out warning she growls
" dirty bastard" her voice trembling as she speaks.

putting her head back down she continues to ignore him as best as she can but her body was betraying her with each touch of his hands..his fingers.. the hot breath that she could feel on her body when he leaned closer to her.
Her mind and body so at odds with each other canfused her even more than ever. Now she was unsure what she was thinking and feeling most of the time. The only thing that stayed constant was her need to escape.

She could feel the puffy nethor lips growing moist as he continues to explore her body.His hands rough but gentle at the same time. a shuttering breath escapes her parted lips before she can stop it.

 

[ThePhoenixMan]

"Dirty bastard!"

He ignored the comment at first, running his hands over her legs, and bringing them back up on the insides of her thighs. He felt her body quake and shudder, a tiny ripple moving through her body as she let out a tiny gasp. Knowingly he moved his hand between her legs and rubbed the dampness growing there.

"Dirty bastard?" he mockingly echoed her words. "If I'm a dirty bastard, then why are you so wet?" Grant dragged his middle finger through the parted folds pressing firmly, opening her up, and making her waters flow even more freely.

"You know I can make you feel good! You know you want this! You know, you'll beg me for release."

He toyed with her clit, drawing wet circles around it, slowly teasing it from beneath its hood. Over and over again, he teased her with his finger, toying with her, threatening to push his finger inside her hole, yet never doing so. He continued on for what felt like hours, delighting in the tiny tremors that shook her body, backing off before she'd drop into the oblivion of an orgasm. Repeatedly he brought her close, then stopped, letting her recover and suffer the torment of the buildup.

He liked the way her body reached for his finger, trying to maintain contact, despite her pleas for him to stop. If her mind was telling her no, her body was most definitely screaming, "YES"!

"Do you want to cum? Do you want to get that relief from this dirty bastard? Is this dirty bastard making you feel great? Go ahead! Tell me! Tell me you want it! Beg me!"

 

[icu1978]

His fingers toying with her, teasing her clit only to withdraw from her when she came close to completion. desperately trying to arche her body towards him. " uhmmm" moaning lightly when she could no longer hold it inside.



"Do you want to cum? Do you want to get that relief from this dirty bastard? Is this dirty bastard making you feel great? Go ahead! Tell me! Tell me you want it! Beg me!"



growling she lifts her eyes to his " fuck you" she spits out before she drops her eyes to the floor again refusing to look at him again.
she would do alot of things,many of wich she would regret but she would never beg him for his touch, for him to violate her as he had last night.

 

[ThePhoenixMan]

"Fuck you!"

Her words echoed off the walls with fierce venom. Grant laughed, "Yes, you will be fucking me ... I guarantee it!"

He continued toying with her. His ministrations were now more focused and more determined on bringing the bound one ever close to an orgasm. His fingers stroked up and down along her length, coating them with her honey wetness. No matter how hard she tried to fight it, her body was reacting to his touch! One finger soon became two, and then three, parting her outer lips, and then her deep pink inner lips, exposing the hungry wet hole to her sex.

Grant took special notice in the change of her breathing as he diddled the clit, pinching it between his thumb and second finger, rolling the tiny bead. Her river was flowing quite freely now, obvious little rivers trailed from her seeping sex, in noticeable rivulets down her inner thighs to her knees.

He echoed his last set of commands, only modifying them slightly.

"You want to cum! You want to get that relief from this dirty bastard? This dirty bastard is making you feel great? Go ahead! Tell me! Tell me you want it! Beg me!"

He kept up the torment repeatedly bringing her to the point of explosion, only to leave her hanging on the precipice of orgasm! Over and over again, he'd ask her the same questions. He was waiting ... waiting for that one moment when she would just say enough was enough and surrender to her body rather than her brain!