Day 1
Alex finished his one-third set and slowly stood, rolling from the bench to the floor. He had just finished working on his shoulders and arms ; cardio was following, followed by some pull ups to do work on his spine. He wiped the backbone of his neck opening with a towel, and casually looked towards the check-in parry at the far slope of the gym floor.

There she was, right on meter. She flashed her brilliant smile to the boy behind the counter and gave him a flirty picayune wink as he handed her the sign in clipboard. She really did suffer a brilliant grinning ; accentuated by her perfectly straight teeth. She made some comment that Alex couldn't hear, and grabbed a sassy towel off of the mass. An honest-to-goodness valet de chambre gave her a curt nod as he stepped past her on his way out.

She moved toward the treadmills and took her usual spot facing the window. twenty-nine minutes at six miles per time of day, like always. Alex checked his watch. He had just enough time to fetch up his workout and ingest a rain shower before she finished. She never showered here, he knew, preferring instead to houseclean up at home.

He couldn't avail but look up to her configuration as she started her run. At about 5'4 ”, maybe 110 Pound, she was in splendid shape. She wasn't really tall or lanky enough to be a grievous runner, but she obviously cared about staying in embodiment. She wore understated black exercise trouser, unproblematic pink and grayness sneakers, and a tally pink armored combat vehicle top over her 28Cs. She was life-threatening about her exercise : no make-up, no jewelry, and her straight, Brown University hair was pulled into a ponytail.

Alex thought she was absolutely beautiful. As he transitioned towards the drag up bar, he couldn't help but admire her running. Her grimace was blank, her eyes fixed straight ahead, and she was focused on her external respiration. She seemed real to him, not like some lady friend who simply never eat to stay skinny. She had specialty, took care of her organic structure, and it showed.

Alex finished ten pull in ups and dropped off the bar, shaking out his shoulders and back with some dynamical stretch. He could have done more, but he wasn't actually here for a workout today. Anyone that tracked his subprogram would take seen that he did 40 % less weight unit on the work bench crush, and only half of his usual rep on the doodly-squat and sit up car. Alex was here for a unlike cause today, and he was saving his military posture for later.

He glanced at his picket and headed towards the exit. He gave the kid at the counterpunch a grinning and a Wave, and dropped his sweaty towel in the laundry bin next to the phone. He walked down the hallway towards the locker rooms and shower bath.

His hair was still damp from the exhibitor as he looked in the mirror over the sump. He had just stepped off the scale, tipping it at 225, which was a little to a greater extent than he wanted, but still better than where he had been three month ago.

"Wow,"he thought to himself."Has it really been three calendar month already ?"

In the lowest three calendar month, he had gained noticeable definition in his weapon system, shoulders, and back. His legs were also much solid than before, although they didn't really show it outwardly. He still had just a niggling bit of a gut, but couldn't quite bring himself to commit up the occasional pizza and beer. At least it was summer time now, and he could start working on his tan again. He hated how pasty his skin got in the depths of wintertime. It looked like last sometimes.

He got dressed, put his bag over his shoulder, and made his way to the chief entry of the facility. His timing could not receive been More perfect tense. The girl in the pink and black from earlier was just waving adieu to the receptionist, and walked out maybe three seconds before he did. She even held the door for him. Classy.

"Thanks"he said, flashing her a smile.

"No problem"came the reply.

He already knew that she drove a black Saab sedan. He knew because he had been carefully watching her for the retiring three calendar month. He usually made sure to park on the other side of the parking lot to forefend intuition, but today was unlike. Today, he had left his car at place and taken the gear.

"Did you have a just workout ?"he asked, quickening his footstep so that he could walk succeeding to her.

"I did,"she said, turning her head."How was yours ?"

Alex found it interesting that she actually seemed to handle, and was doing more than making dim-witted small talk. He decided to answer her doubtfulness a little more thoroughly than he would take in otherwise.

"Yeah, it wasn't bad. I tweaked my shoulder a lilliputian bit last week, so I'm trying to take it easily"

"Oh ? That's too bad."Her eyebrows arched just a little bit, and Alex got to see for the get-go time how expressive her center were."I hope you didn't hurt it too bad."

"No, it's getting much better, give thanks you."The Truth was he hadn't injured it at all. He didn't know how observant she was though, and wanted to make sure his covering stayed intact.

"wellspring, this is me."She said, as she slid around to the driver's side of meat and pulled her keys out of her purse.

Alex nodded and stepped behind her, between the two motorcar as he gestured to a world-wide focusing near the end of the parking lot.

"I'm over there somewhere."He said, as she slid her key into the door.

"Have a nice-"

She didn't have a chance to cease her sentence, because as Alex stepped around her, he grabbed the back of her head and forced it against the pillar between the two windowpane on the English of the car. She fell to the ground, instantly unconscious, a small cut visible around a contusion that was forming over her right eye. He carefully opened the passenger door on the device driver's face and placed her on the binding judiciary.

reach into his gym bag, he pulled out a syringe filled with a herculean tranquilising. It had taken a lot of research and a carnival bit of lying to get his hands on this, but in the meantime, he was getting pretty good at it.

"Lucky number 13"he said to no one in particular proposition, as he slid the needle into her neck.

He had carefully measured the slump amount of money so that she would remain unconscious until they got to where they were going. It was important that he not give her too much, otherwise it may stop her breathing. While his conscience could contend with snatch and a innkeeper of former morally objectionable natural action, killing was not one of them. There are some personal credit line you just don't cross.

He squeezed himself into the driver's seat of her Saab and moved the seat backwards to salvage the pressing on his knees. She was only about 5 inch myopic than he was, but it was enough of a difference to make moving the can necessity.

He pulled out of the parking space slowly, looking over his shoulder. It was a little jerk and rough, as he hadn't driven a cling shift key in a while and wasn't used to the clutch on this car. As he pulled out of the parking lot and onto the main road, he took inventory of his surroundings.

From the meter he stunned her to pulling out of the parking space, lupus erythematosus than two minutes had elapsed. He was getting better, unruffled, more effective. His sum rate began slowing back to formula degree, and his adrenaline highschool began to wear off. He set the cruise control to the speeding limit and headed out of the metropolis. Adjusting the rearview mirror, he looked down at the girl in the backseat. Her face was hidden behind the passenger seat, but he had an excellent prospect of her diaphragm. Her tank top had slipped up during their brief battle, and the rear of her over-embellished fun bra was now visible. She had a fantastic stomach- tight, toned, and nicely tanned. Alex looked a petty bit closer in the fading evening Inner Light, and noticed she had a small piercing in her umbilicus. Hot.

He looked around the car as he drove towards the ever-darkening horizon. It was clean, and actually well taken care of. It was not a new car, probably about 10 years old or so, ( he wasn't an expert when it came to Saabs ) but everything worked, including the air conditioning, radio, and power seats. It had a sunshine-roof and professionally tinted windows. He was particularly grateful for this last lineament as he passed a few semi-trailers on his way Rebecca West out of the city, as he didn't want their driver looking into the back seat.

It was completely saturnine as he pulled off the interstate and into a gas place for a pit plosive speech sound. He looked at his ticker, and calculated that he had about another 60 minutes to push back before he got to his destination. In the meantime, he wasn't unforced to drive this car there, and needed to remove a leak anyway.

He turned around in the device driver's seat and felt for her pulse. It was still strong, and now that the engine and radio were off, he could get a line her slow, rhythmic breathing. Satisfied that she wasn't in any danger ( relatively speaking ) He opened the door and walked to the office.

Alex pre-paid for $ 20.00 of fuel in cash and relieved himself in the filthy gas station bathroom. He splashed some inhuman water on his nerve to wake himself up. As he stared into his reflection in the mirror, he couldn't help but notice his slightly puffy nerve. They gave him a baby-faced flavour, making him look new than he really was. He hated them. Alex usually only shaved about once a week so that he had some stubble, which he thought made him wait one-time. He rubbed his typeface and eye one more time, and headed back to the car.

As he stood outside squeezing the fuel makeweight handgrip, he peered through the darkened windows at his distaff guest. She really was beautiful, and for some reason, he got a thrill out of her gym apparel. He always found women more attractive when they were wearing something they were well-off in. That comforter seemed to translate into confidence somehow. He admired the breaking ball of her coxa as she lay on her aright side, facing the front of the fomite. Her shirt was still pulled up, and her bra was still showing. Despite this, Alex was steady and collected. His watching were clinical, almost cold. It took something very specific to turn him on.

He climbed back into the car and started the engine, reflecting briefly on himself and his actions of the even. Strange that this was the 13th meter he had done this, and yet, had not been caught yet. He reminded himself of the fine ancestry between pushiness and confidence. He had yet to scrimp on stalking one of his victims, and his preparation so far had always paid dividends. He wasn't in jailhouse yet. In the case of this little girl, he had invested three months worth of prison term into going to a gym that was out of his way in preparation for tonight.

He looked again in the rearview mirror and saw her purse lying on the floor between the rump. oddity overtook him and he reached down and picked it up. He unzipped the bag, and emptied the contents on the rider seat. Her wallet, lip semblance, cell telephone, a rubber, and a couple pens fell out onto the place. He opened the wallet and looked inside. $ 23.00 in hard cash, some credit bill of fare, and her ID.

"Sara Holstein"he read aloud.

He slid the ID back into her billfold and put it back on the passenger keister. He picked up the condom.

"Not on the pill, I guess."He mused.

He took the electric battery out of her cell phone and put the balance of her things back into the purse. He shifted into first, pulling away from the gas place much more smoothly now that he had some exercise with a manual of arms again.

About an time of day later, he pulled up the gravel drive leading to his house. It was an old farmhouse sitting on three landed estate, with no neighbor for a fourth international mile in all directions. There was a detached barn, and old, run down metric grain silo, and various moment of ancient farm equipment sitting around that hadn't been used in respective decades. Despite this, the grounds were relatively well trimmed, and the sign was not in horrendous condition. It could probably use some paint and work on the roof, but all in all, not uncorrectable.

Alex lifted Sara out of the cover seat and carried her inside, glad that he had decided to need it promiscuous during his workout tonight. She wasn't heavy, but his arms and articulatio humeri were starting to cauterise as he finally set her down in the cellar.

The business firm may own been ramshackle and slightly run down on the outside, but the basement was nix like that. There was good lighting, hardwood base, and an extra-tall hanging roof, an oddity for a basement room. In the far corner of the room was a queen-sized bed. A skillful mordant leather couch and two chairs sat in the corner opposite, and there was even a matt sieve TV mounted to the wall. In fact, if not for the random steel D rings bolted into the bulwark and floor in specific locations, it would look to be a totally normal, modern, finished basement.

The D tintinnabulation were secured into the concrete foundation garment with hardened steel bolt. Hanging from the ceiling in two different locations were strand ending in shackles. The shackles could be raised and lowered by pulling on the other end of the range, and secured with a heavy-duty locking chemical mechanism attached to the wall.

Alex placed Sara on the footing under one of the sets of shackles. He lowered them enough so that he could get her articulatio radiocarpea into them, and once they were secured, he raised her off the ground so that her toes were just barely able to touch. Seeing her hang there, still unconscious, her chin resting on her dresser, he became slightly aroused.

He found out a patch ago that it takes a certain something to get him off. Sex simply wasn't enough. He needed to be in control condition, needed to feel mighty. What got him hard was seeing fear in his victim's eye. What got him off was seeing his better half turn over up. more than anything, he loved the audio that his cleaning woman made when he was with them. There are various dissimilar kinds of moans, groans, whine, and screams. The groan in porno picture, even the high-end fantasy violation I, didn't even come close. They got him at most semi-hard. Most porn was too fake to impact him in the normal way, and he decided that the but way to get what he really wanted, what he really needed was to go out and get it for himself.

So, for the past two years, he had been systematically abducting beautiful charwoman and using them to prey his dependance. He was addicted to power and veneration, to causing botheration, and to seeing despair in his victim's eyes. In simple terms, he was a sadist, and along with his baby-face cheeks and slightly flabby breadbasket, he hated it.

The simply reason he gave into his urges was to sense some sort of sense of normalcy. It was the only matter that calmed him down. If he went for too long without some sort of vent, his passion absolutely consumed him. He would look at everything and everyone and be overwhelmed with fury. His temper could burn up up at the svelte thing, and was likely to get him in problem. So, instead of venting his hatred in unsure manner at irregular times, he chose to do this instead. It was nowhere close to legal, but with careful preparation and attention to detail, he had gotten away with it so far.

He glanced at Sara one to a greater extent clip before heading upstairs. She had rotated slowly away from him and he got a great look at her house ass and shapely hips, still wearing her skintight physical exercise pants.

Once upstairs he pulled the Saab into the barn and closed the door. He brought her purse interior and turned on the stove to fry an egg. He grabbed a gash of bread and a bottle of orange juice, gulped it down, and went to take a shower.

He was just toweling off when he heard the low gear vociferation from the level below.

"Hello ?"a play out and disorient phonation shouted.

"hi ?"slightly louder and more desperate this time.

An icy grinning crossed over Alex's face as he pulled on a fresh jersey and some gym shorts. His manus was shaking slightly as he reached for the doorknob to the basement stairs. He took a thick breath and pulled the door open. Instantly the outcry became louder as the heavy, reinforced room access no longer muffled them. Walking slowly down the footfall for the psychological event, he got his first coup d'oeil of Sara since she regained cognisance.

She was still hanging by her wrists, but her brain was now moving slowly around the room, taking in her milieu. As she heard Alex slowly coming down the stairs, she stopped shouting for a second.

Alex finally reached the bottom footstep and they stood there looking at each other. Neither person spoke for a few secondment before Sara finally broke the silence :

"What the screwing ? Let me go !"

Alex smiled another frigid smile at her miniature outburst. She was quicker than the last one. Usually they start with begging, or sobbing, or, in one case, vomiting. choler usually didn't come until later.

"Hey, shit ! I'm talking to you ! Let me the fuck down ! …NOW !"

Her brown eyes were blazing with angriness and riveted on his. Alex felt hit putz stirring a piffling bit. She was feisty, and not at all afraid. While he enjoyed seeing terror in his dupe, the blubbering, sobbing, and whimpering of some of the cowardly 1 was not at all satisfying.

Without saying a parole, he began. It was unfortunate, but he needed to soften her up before he could get hard enough to try entering her. He flexed his carpus, cracked his knuckles, and delivered a right biff into her stomach, instantly stopping her cheering. She hung from the ceiling gasping for air, the wind knocked completely out of her. Her chin dropped to her chest again as she writhed in sudden bother and surprisal. Without warning, Alex delivered another blow to the leftfield position of her face. He hit her so firmly that she spun completely around in her restraints. Between cryptical, hacking coughing trying to get air, she let out a long, agonized groan.

Alex delivered two to a greater extent blast to the incapacitated young woman hanging from the cap. She had regained her breathing place at this full point and cried out in pain after his second blow to her ribcage.

She had time for one word before he connected to the left over slope of her look again :

"Why ?"

While her back was turned, spun around from the bump to the heading, he slammed his clenched fist into her back and kidneys three sentence in rapid succession.

"Ah, ah, ow !"she screamed, squirming desperately in her wrist restraints, trying to get free.

Another blow to her stomach stunned her, and she found herself struggling to beguile her intimation again.

Alex was working up a sweat now, and the expressions on her fount : fear, despair, pain were feeding his addiction. He was getting harder by the back as he kept landing biff on the helpless girl in front of him.

He stepped back for a second to get some perspective. She was hanging, chin on chest of drawers again, gasping for breathing time. A slow trickle of pedigree ran from her nose over her lips and into her oral cavity. Her beautiful white meat were heaving up and down every time she took a twit breath.

Alex walked over to the closet and opened it. When he returned to Sara, he held a wicked-looking knife with a four-inch blade. He held it up in strawman of her face. For the beginning time since he started, he saw real fear in her eyes. He felt himself getting harder. He slipped the blade under the articulatio humeri shoulder strap of her tank top and pulled quickly, cutting the fabric in one western fence lizard question. He repeated the treatment on the early position, then removed her bra in the same way. He slid the two piece of music of fabric down, past her waist, and around her ankles until they were lying on the floor.

Alex had to fascinate his breathing place when he caught sight of her suspension before him, topless. He could see bruises developing on her venter, rib, and back, but if anything, they just made her more attractive. He had to admit that she was tough. Her white meat were still rocking up and down as she breathed, but she had gotten control condition of herself, and glared at him with her fierce brown eye.

He stood before her and slid his thumbs under the waistband of her sexy dim workout pants. He let his fingerbreadth fall and felt her firm ass. It was an amazingly tight little ass, and his paw cupped it as he pulled her against his dick. He gave her a surprisingly entitle kiss on the lips, and then pulled away, shaking his capitulum. She turned away, refusing to seem at him, and let out a scream of frustration.

He gently pulled down her pants, and barely avoided her kneeing him in the fount. He was expecting her to fight back, and was therefore able to anticipate the move. He blocked easily, and she now hung in social movement of him completely naked. Her blaze returned as her eyes locked with his.

He was busy admiring her pussy. It was completely smooth-shaven, and wonderfully pocket-sized and squiffy. Seeing her suspension there, he wanted nothing more than to get inside of her.

"All right babe, let's dance"he said, as he set the knife down. He pulled out a roll of canal mag tape and placed a part securely over her mouth. Her manifestation wasn't any less fierce or hateful with the taping over her sassing. If anything, her optic were burning even more intensely.

He was already rock hard as he started hitting her in the stomach again. This time, he didn't spread out the blows, and she had the malarky knocked out of her repeatedly. It was more difficult for her to becharm her breath now that her mouth was covered, and she thrashed wildly at her simplicity as she screamed into the magnetic tape.

After five Thomas More ruthless punches to the diaphragm, she finally passed out. He released the chain from the wall, and lowered her slowly to the ground. Removing her chafed and contuse radiocarpal joint from the shackles, he instead handcuffed them together and attached them to a D ring mounted on the floor. Her radiocarpal joint were locked together again, and she was face down on the base in front of a expectant mirror.

Alex went over to the wardrobe again and pulled out a first aid kit. He pulled out a small package of smelling table salt and broke it open under her nose. Her eyes shot spread as she immediately took ancestry of her new position.

"On your knees"ordered Alex, as he removed his jersey and gym trouser. He had a small feeding bottle of lube in his hands, and was applying some to his dick.

She shook her heading wildly indicating the negative, yelling something unintelligible into the tape that still covered her mouth.

"NOW"shouted Alex, delivering a Sceloporus occidentalis flush into her ribcage.

She struggled to her knees, keeping her articulatio humeri and face on the cool hardwood floor. The story actually felt soothing to her aching jaw.

Alex placed his hands on her hips, and his cock at the opening of her pussy. She was still shaking her head word no, and looking at him in the mirror when he slowly penetrated her from behind. Her heart opened widely as she felt him load her. She squeezed them shut and let out a moan as she felt more and more of him slither inside. At just under seven column inch, he was adequate, but there had been no foreplay whatsoever. Had it not been for the artificial lubricating substance he had applied, it would induce been difficult for him to enter her.

She groaned into the tape, opening her eyes again to front at Alex in the mirror. He was thrusting slowly in and out of her. He would go as deep as he could, and then most of the way back out so that only his head was still inside. He kept this up for a few more strokes, and then increased his tempo.

Her pussy was stretching to accommodate him, whether she wanted to or not. Each sentence he reached the bottom of his cam stroke ; an nonvoluntary moan escaped her mouth and was muffled by the tape. Her oculus remained locked on his, and after the initial shock of being kidnapped and raped fall apart off, her fearless glare returned. She didn't seem to blink as she kept staring at him, eyes wide open and centre. On a particularly hard thrusting she would scream a little louder and ruckle her brows, but her oculus never left his.

Alex was a little unnerved by her constant quantity stare. There was definitely something different about this little girl. showtime of all, it took a lot longer for her to succumb to her thrashing than most. The majority of his female child were in incapacitated weeping after the low gear two blows. Furthermore, it didn't take more than a few thrusts for them to give up and admit him to have his way with them.

Not Sara. She really was a plucky one as she continued to stand him, even if he was deep inside of her. Each metre he pushed deep into her, she would moan. He could tell that she hated herself for making stochasticity, but it was unavoidable. At one stop he thrust himself into her and just held it there at the bottom of the stroke. She let out a long, involuntary moan that lasted until he withdrew again. He felt himself get closer and closer to coming the more he listened to her.

But those eyes, they were throwing him off.

"Stop looking at me"he said, and raised his clenched fist.

She continued to stare directly at him, a fearless looking on her cheek.

"Last fortune"he hollered.

She stood her ground.

Alex brought his fist down on the small of her back while he was still inside of her. He felt her entire organic structure muscle spasm from the pain of the impact, including the muscle in her twat. He brought his mitt down again and hit her on the other side of her spine. She clenched even harder and her regard finally fell to the base in forepart of her face.

Alex grabbed her shapely hips with both hands and pushed as hard and deep and as fast as he could. She was screaming almost nonstop now into the tape measure, but there was something else too. A little bit of desperation maybe. Perhaps some frustration or chagrin. He wasn't sure exactly what it was, but it was enough to send him over the edge.

As he came abstruse inside of her, he pushed against her so unvoiced that her case was pressed against the flat coat. His sexual climax lasted at least 15 endorsement as his clod pushed eight contractions worth of cum deep into Sara's pussy.

She felt him explode. She felt the warmth and wetness and stickiness, and let out her stopping point riot of the night as she felt his cum burning inside of her. All she could guess about at this moment was how glad she was that it was finally over. She was promiscuous headed from lack of oxygen, her consistency ached everywhere, and her pussy felt like it was on blast. All she wanted to do was curve up into a ball and sleep.

Alex slowly withdrew, his pecker returning to its rule sizing. He was deliberate to micturate surely that none of his cum dripped out. He wanted to make sure it stayed inside her tonight. He stood up and grabbed her thong from the pile of wearing apparel under the shackles. He hadn't noticed it before, as it was dark and blended into the pant. It made sense though, since she probably didn't want any short letter showing through her tight outfit.

He pulled her knees together and slid the cotton wool textile over her mortise joint, then her knees, and finally into place. He put them on just as the low gear few fall of cum were starting to debilitate out of her swollen puss. He pulled the thong on tight to foreclose any more than from being lost.

He stood and pulled his gym shorts back on. He unlocked the D annulus, grabbed the manacle, and pulled her to her feet. She did not resist him as he walked her over to the bed and unchained her wrist. He sat her down on the bed and chained her mortise joint to a ring mounted on the base. The mountain chain was long enough so that she could lie on the bed, as long as she kept her foot close to the bound.

Without so much as a Good Book, Alex turned around and walked upstairs.


Day 2

Alex finally rolled out of bed at after part past nine. He usually never slumber this late, but despite his"workout"in the basement with Sara last night, he couldn't fall asleep that easily. She had made him come, which was more than he could say about any of his consensual sexual better half, but something was still gnawing at him. He could not escape from the range of her eyes from his mind. Her heart were boring into him as he was boring his cock into her.

He walked downstairs and made a cup of umber on his visualise Italian coffee machine. He was very picky about his chocolate, liked it strong and hot, no sugar. He made himself a couple of eggs, sunny incline up, some pledge with blackberry jelly, and three slices of bacon. He was ravenously hungry from last night.

As he sat there, munching on his toast, he ruminated on hold out Nox's upshot. Never has a daughter resisted him as forcefully as this one. Hell, the finally one gave up after the first three puncher. The one before that basically begged him to fuck her as soon as she saw the knife. In all three cases, he had gotten off, but with the exception of Sara, none of the other women had held his attention for More than a night. Once he broke them, he was no longer interested.

"That must be it"he thought to himself, his oral fissure still full of toast."I haven't actually broken her yet."

He would need to get a little more serious with her if he wanted to reveal her will.

He finished his breakfast, made a BLT, and did the dishes, the whole time thought process of how he would go against Sara. Right about the time he finished drying his coffee cup, he made up his mind.

He walked downstair shirtless in his gym underdrawers, glancing at himself in the mirror on the way past, carrying the sandwich wrapped in wax paper.

"Maybe two pieces of Sir Francis Bacon tomorrow instead of three"he thought, a frown creeping over his face.

He unbolted the door to the basement and swung it candid. He didn't hear any drift as he moved slowly down the stairs. At the bottom, he turned to reckon at the bed.

Sara was lying on her incline, curled up into the fetal position. She was still wearing her little Shirley Temple Black thong, and her ankle joint was still attached securely to the floor. Her body was covered in some nasty fateful bruise, and her hair was still in the Saami ponytail from last dark, albeit much more tangle. Even battered and bruised though, she was gorgeous. Alex couldn't resist taking a closer smell as she lay there. He gave her a tender kiss on the forehead, and walked over to the closet.

"Why the fuck did I do that ?"He asked himself. He was almost mad at himself for showing some sympathy, but the verity was, his middle went out to her. This was his mistake, his dependance, and she, somebody who had never caused him any harm whatsoever, was paying for it.

Correction : She had started to pay for it, and was going to have to make another requital soon.

He heard her stomach growling as he walked over to the other side of the bed. She definitely hadn't eaten in the approximately fourteen time of day she had been with him, and probably not much before she went to the gym net nighttime.

"commodity"he thought, as he did the quick estimations in his head.

He opened the closet and pulled out a massive dildo. It was ridiculous : ten in long and at least an inch and a one-half in diameter. He had customized it to bond to his cellar base via a backing plate which kept it pointed straight up into the air. He hooked it into place between two D ring, and went back to the closet. He pulled a nylon ratcheting tie down strap out and ran it through and between both D rings. His cookery for the breaking of Sara were set.

He took advantage of her unconsciousness and handcuffed her wrist joint together again. They were regrettably raw from go night, but it couldn't be helped. As he was undoing her ankle joint shackle, she slowly opened her optic.

Her tape had come undone overnight, and she was able-bodied to breathe through her mouth again. Her jaw had a courteous blue air, black and chickenhearted bruise on it, and her lip on the right side was split surface and tumesce. It looked like she also had the source of a pitch-dark eye, but Alex couldn't be sure enough.

Her eye opened wide as the sunup greeted her with botheration all over her body.

"Ahhhh !"she yelled in agony as she tried to make a motion her arms and peg. If anything, she was in more pain this break of the day than she was live night.

Alex grabbed her handlock before she had a chance to get her heraldic bearing and hauled her bodily over to the articulatio radiocarpea shackles from last night. As she noticed where he was taking her, she tried to balk, attempting to move back to the bed. Alex landed a vicious backhanded blow directly across her aspect that had her seeing stars. By the time she recovered, she was shackled again, and Alex was pulling on the chain.

As her sleeve were lifted into the air again against her will, she looked at him. Her Robert Brown eyes were wide with awe and moist with tears, but she absolutely refused to let him see her cry.

Alex attached the chain to the wall in the slump height and waited. Inevitably, his young woman would start to barter or beg at this point. Offer him money, force, something they thought he might see valuable. One female child even offered him her sister. He was interested to see what Sara had to say.

"You're a spue motherfucker, aren't you ?"she yelled at him, her voice dripping with contempt.

She stared at him as if expecting an answer, and when he just stood there looking back, she screamed at the top of her lungs :

"FUCKING LET ME down FROM Here SO I CAN have it away putting to death YOU !"

Alex forced a wry smile and stepped close-fitting to her. She recoiled a bit as he drew his arm back, and exhaled sharply as his first blow forced the air from her lungs. There was no more screeching after that. He placed a piece of tape over her rima oris and continued to beat her.

It hurt a lot Thomas More the secondment time around. Her wrists were throbbing from supporting her body weight, and her old bruise were joined and overlapped by new ones. The incessant pain, coupled with a want of food for thought or weewee, made her lightheaded. She didn't endure nearly as long.

Alex lowered Sara's beaten trunk to the floor. She was senseless again, and he was rock gruelling. He had seen the despair in her eyes as he pummeled her, and it turned him on. Looking down at her beautiful but battered torso, he couldn't helper but sense a wave of guilt. He contemplated letting her go, calling the all thing off, but his superbia would not allow this girl to outlast him. Reluctantly, he pulled the tape off her mouth and dragged her towards the D gang in the floor.

She was kneeling again, ass in the air, font forced down over the dildo. The ratcheting straps were threaded through the D rings on either position of the putz and then crossed behind her head, forcing it downwards. Her carpus were hooked to the Lapp D ring, elbows set at ninety degree slant. Her breasts were pressed into the floor.

She came to as Alex was just tightening the last strap, forcing her mouth over the dildo. She closed her mouth at the death minute, letting the toy slide harmlessly by her face and rest against her cheek. Alex grabbed her ponytail and yanked on it mercilessly, at the Sami sentence squeezing her already bruised jaw to ram her mouth open. She screamed and opened her mouth, despite trying to withstand.

He forced her mouth over the dildo, and when five column inch were shoved into her, he tightened the shoulder strap to prevent her from pulling back. She let out a flaccid gurgling stochasticity as she tried to breathe around the goliath tool in her mouthpiece.

Alex was rock hard again. Forcing her backtalk onto the dildo, the scream she had released, and even the gurgling was feeding his addiction. He admired her for a second while rubbing his putz with his helping hand. aspect down, ass up, immobile. Her eyes were undefendable wide, struggling with the target in her throat. At least this way she couldn't glare at him.

He applied some lubrication to her pussy and rubbed it in with his paw. She shied away from him as best she could, but there wasn't really anywhere for her to go. Her header was immobile, as were her wrist. He slid a digit into her pussy, just because he could. He heard her struggle more loudly with the dildo in objection. It was slickness with her saliva now, and he decided it was fourth dimension for the next step.

He pulled on the ratcheting strap, and forced her forefront lower onto the dildo. She now had six column inch of it in her lip, and it was brushing against the back of her throat. He placed his cock at the opening of her pussy, and watched as she pushed back against him. She had to- if she didn't, the cock in her rima oris would trigger her gag innate reflex. The only pick she had was to hold on as still as potential and focus on her breathing.

Alex slid the head of his cock into her. Her lips did not part easily, in fact, it took a duo thrusting to spread them, but eventually he felt her inner warmth surround him. Her optic were still encompassing open in despair as she stared at the floor four inch in front of her face.

Alex tightened the straps again, forcing another inch of artificial dick into Sara's lip. It instantly triggered her gag reflex, and she dry heaved onto the base. There was zip in her stomach though, and what little did number up mixed with the spit running down the dildo. The feel in her eye changed from desperation to panic as Alex slid more of his prick into her.

Another pull on the straps made it eight inches of prick in the backtalk. She heaved again, violently, as her whole body shuddered. Alex could finger the spasms in her stomach through his prick, and it was absolutely incredible. He was nearing orgasm as she bucked and pushed against him, squeezing his cock involuntarily.

Nine column inch of dick in her mouth now. Her helping hand were balled up into clenched fist as she desperately and uselessly pushed against the level to try and remove the object in her lip now forcing its way down her throat. She heaved repeatedly, constantly gagging on the giant implement she was being forced to swallow. Alex was fully inside of her, grabbing her hips as she writhed beneath him in utter excruciation and desperation.

"Ready for the final small bit, babe ?"asked Alex sadistically, as he placed his mitt on the strap again.

Sara let out a scream that sounded like a opus of her individual had broken off. Alex's cock throbbed deep within her and it was all he could do to stave off his normally elusive orgasm. He didn't want to come until he forced every bit of this dildo into her.

The shoemaker's last inch did not go in well. The dick was finally far enough down her throat that it was compressing her air duct. The thigh-slapper suddenly stopped, and the thrashing became more violent than ever as she struggled just to breathe.

"Yeah baby, just a little more. Come on !"Alex yelled.

Sara's heart were going from wide open to tightly closed every instant as she struggled in vain against the man behind her and the object in her sass. She wanted cypher to a greater extent than for it to be over.

Alex felt his climax coming and pushed Sara's head down the rest of the way with his paw, using her ponytail as a handle. Her intrude and forehead were forced into the terra firma, and her thrashes were now more like hypoxic convulsions than anything else. She used her last little bit of air to release a strangled, guttural groan. The last matter she felt before she passed out was his cum being sprayed into her slit again.

Her violent thrashing finally sent him over the boundary. He shot his low payload of cum inscrutable into her. Her fists relaxed and her dead body went limp as her pussycat absorbed his hot cum. He pushed hard against her ass, dumping the remainder of his cum into her over the next several mo, feeling every muscle in his body contract. It was easily one of his most intense ever.

He finished empting his cum into her pussy, then released her from her bondage. Her lips were blue, her centre bloodshot from her invariable heaves and lack of atomic number 8, but she was breathing shallowly as he pulled her off the flooring by her pony tail. He shackled her to the trading floor near the bed again, and laid her on her side on top of the sheets so she wouldn't choke on her tongue. Then he collapsed onto the sofa, his cock still contracting occasionally as he came down from the best orgasm he'd ever had.

His last thought before drifting off to log Z's was whether or not it had been enough to break her.

He woke up to the sound of dry coughing. Sara was lying on the side of the bed, still naked, still filled with cum, coughing onto the floor. Her pharynx was understandably get to from her recent ordeal, plus she was severely dehydrate. Her head was throbbing on the outside from the beatings and on the inside from hunger and lack of water.

Alex stood up and went to the toilet in the turning point of the cellar. He grabbed the moldable cup meant to entertain toothbrushes and filled it with cold H2O from the tap. He carried it out to her and placed it on the trading floor near her face.

Sara eyed the spyglass and her captor suspiciously, but she wasn't stupid. She drank greedily and got about one-half of it down before her sore throat erupted into another fit of unruly coughing.

Alex sat down adjacent to her on the bed and gently rubbed her back. She flinched and tried to slap him away, but he was stronger, and she was too busy coughing to fight. He noticed some gnarly bruises developing on her back.

She finally got her coughing under control and sat up. She curled into a ball and sat as far away from him as her chain would allow, near the center of the bed.

She was much More withdrawn than before ; not nearly as aggressive as she had been when he chained her up earlier. Her middle were downcast as she wrapped her weapon around her knees and hugged her legs against her body.

She looked up at him with her amazing center and asked,"Why are you doing this ?"

"It's complicated"he said, not wanting to get into the details of how this was the merely way he could get off or find like a man.

"Are you going to pour down me ?"she asked, eyes wide with anticipation.

"No."

He said it so suddenly and confidently that she for some grounds believed him. She was relieved at first, and then felt desperation slipstream over her again as she didn't roll in the hay how recollective her exemption would be taken away from her.

"Are you going to let me go ?"

"Eventually, but I haven't decided when."

The trueness was that there was something different about this female child. Even now, she was sure-footed and in ascendence of herself. She was not hysterical, as some had been, and she was still not showing any signs of fearfulness. He was a fiddling annoyed at this, but at the Lapp time he felt a twinge in his tool as he looked at her again, admiring her strength.

"C'mon, let me take you into the shower."He said, offering her his hand.

She refused at kickoff, looking at him from behind her brooch knees with a furrowed brow and a scowl on her face. She had to use the restroom though, and a shower sounded amazing.

He looked her rightfulness in the eye as he said"I am going to remove your ankle shackle. The threshold at the top of the step is the only way out, and it requires a combining to spread out from the inside. Don't try anything stupid."

She nodded slowly. She doubted her ability to overpower the man in figurehead of her. He was fit, much stronger than he looked, and she was nude and battered. Every muscle in her physical structure distress, and her wrists were throbbing from the simplicity.

He walked her over to the bathroom and opened the door. It was much with child than it looked, with a monolithic walk-in shower. There were four exhibitioner promontory, and bench on either side of meat. A immense mirror lined the rampart over the sink and a toilet completed the room.

It wasn't really his affair, but he watched her use the public lavatory. While he was fairly certain there was zero in here that could be used as a weapon, he was not unforced to sprain his back on this little girl. Some of the others had been too stunned or stunned to think of resisting once he had broken them, but there was something dissimilar about this girl. Plus, he still wasn't completely sure that he had actually broken her. She hadn't sobbed, hadn't begged, and hadn't tried to barter yet.

She let out her first moan of pleasure since being here as the warm water ran over her torso. The water droplets put insistency on her bruise as they hit her skin, and the warmth of the piddle was a welcome reprieve from her changeless agony.

Alex watched her through the transparent shower doorway. She moved gracefully, even though her limbs were stiff from the last twenty four hours. She let her hair down and washed it with the shampoo sitting on the floor. She washed the residue of her body as well, carefully passing her mitt over her legion tender musca volitans. He watched her wince as she spread soap onto her breadbasket, and grimace openly as she washed between her legs. She rinsed and turned the water off.

The shower seemed to have done the conjuring trick and revitalized her. Alex led her backrest out into the primary room and had her sit on the lounge. He handed her a towel and when she had finished drying herself off, he handed her the BLT he made this morning.

She ate ravenously. It was fascinating to watch over. She used her dazzling teeth to burn huge chunks out of the sandwich and wolf down them down like she was in a fastness eating competition. She took another swig from her water system glass, and finished off the sandwich in book time.

"Thanks."she said, with genuine gratitude in her bright eyes.

Alex stood and moved towards the stairs. It was only about six o'clock, but he was feeling a little uncomfortable around Sara for some reason. He shouldn't. He was supposed to be in ascendency here, but somehow her thanking him made him feel weird. Just a few hours ago he choked her into unconsciousness with a ten-inch dildo while fucking her without protection. You don't thank individual for that.

He climbed the last-place step and locked the door behind him.

"What the fuck is damage with me ?"he asked himself."Are you falling for this little girl or something, you stupid fuck ?"

He went over the evidence in his mind. This kiss as she was hanging from the bond and another one as she was lying on the bed ; rubbing her back when she coughed and letting her take a cascade. food for thought was only humane if you were holding mortal prisoner, but that she thanked him for it was something unexpected.

No, that wasn't it, he realized. It's that her thank you actually made him feel undecomposed. She made him palpate full about himself. He was startled enough by this realization that he knocked his drink off the heel counter and had to clean it up.

"Of course she makes you find upright, you moron. You can do whatever you want to her and she has no choice but to go along with it"his dreary incline was obviously trying to background his sudden realization."After what you've put her through, you don't stand a snowball's chance in hell of turning it around."

A powerful wave of regret washed over him as he realized the accuracy. There was no way that a family relationship could ever work. He had abducted, then beaten and raped this fille to within a few inches of her life more than once. That she was still sane was a sorting of miracle in its own right.

"Then why did she thank you ?"his long-repressed good slope was throwing its two cents in.

He quickly got dressed and walked out to his motortruck. He needed to take a drive to clear his head.

Day 3

It was eleven o'clock before Alex finally rolled out of bed. He hadn't slept well or for very long. His drive to enlighten his head had taken much longer than he thought it would, and he was still conflicted.

On the one hand, this young lady was easily the easily fuck he'd ever had. She was smoking hot, tough, and a fighter. He liked all of those affair, and she had gotten him off twice without breaking down into split. True, she had had slight option in the matter, but the fact remains that of all his victims, she stood out as the most resilient and memorable. His dick twitched as he remembered coming inside of her concluding Night. prudence dictates that he fuck her one or two more times until he has had his fill, then move on to the future one. His just problem was that he hadn't had his fill yet. She wasn't broken, and it fascinated him. He wanted more.

On the other bridge player, there was something about this female child that made him feel good. It went beyond the physical story and into something more worked up. True, he felt like a god whenever he was raping some helpless bitch, but that was something fleeting and carnal. She, for some reason, was unlike, and for the first metre ever, he regretted treating one of his girls the way he had. If they had met under different circumstances, there might have been something there.

Alex shook his head to try and clear his head of thoughts. He pulled on some shorts and headed into the kitchen. After pouring himself a bowl of cheerios he made a ham sandwich for Sara.

Alex unbolted the basement door, and slowly walked down the footfall.

Sara was sitting on the chair, wearing her black thong and rap tank top. She had tied the strap back together where he cut them two nighttime ago. She had her legs draped seductively over the armrest as she leaned sideways into the back of the president. She watched him occur down the stairs with a guarded look on her face.

"Are you going to let me go ?"she asked softly.

"I already fucking told you I would. Don't ask me again."Alex snapped, his rage boiling over.

He had obviously not satisfied his dependence if his fuse was still this short circuit. His quandary was quickly resolving itself.

"When ?"she asked, a cool reflection showing in her deep brown eyes.

She obviously misread the peril signals because in a flashgun, Alex was on top of her.

"When I am goddamned good and ready !"he screamed, punctuating his profanity with a slap to her face.

She rolled off the chair, trying to get away from him, but it was no use. He was faster and stronger and he caught her easily. He used his consistency weight to hold her down, and pinned her handwriting behind her back.

"I wasn't going to do this."he confessed, looking down into her sheeny eyes."But I have to."

She said nothing, afraid she might wake his temper again.

He hauled her to her feet and pushed her to the water closet in the corner, both deal still pinned behind her back. He twisted her wrist, forcing her to bend forward at her hips to relieve the pressure, and couldn't help but admire her flawless ass.

He reached into the closet and pulled out the handcuffs. She felt the now conversant nip as they closed around her ship's boat wrist. next, he put a squiffy nylon leash around her cervix and pulled it as tight as possible. He reached into the closet, grabbed a few more items, then pushed Sara to the floor.

She looked in repulsion at the dildo, still mounted on the floor between the D closed chain, the nylon straps in a heap nearby. Thankfully, Alex pushed her past yesterday's setup and over to the carpus shackles.

"Oh fuck, oh nookie, oh fuck"she said, as he placed her wrists in the now-all-too-familiar restraints. He taped over her mouth and stepped in social movement of her.

He was shaking as he pulled savagely on the mountain chain, hauling her into the air by her wrist joint. She was already wailing into the taping as the turnup cut brutally into her limb. He wasn't sure if he was tempestuous, crucify, or what. He didn't spirit like himself and it was making him feel unstable.

He didn't really want to hurt her, but she had made him angry.

He knew he didn't have a chance with her, but she turned him on.

He couldn't face her as he pulled a willow cane from the closet behind him. At least this wouldn't leave such smutty bruises, he thought, and gave it a test swing. It made a whooshing sound as it passed through the air, and Sara's eyes were wide with pure terror as she saw him holding the rod in the mirror.

The first blow was sheer torture. It connected directly across her ass cheeks, and a welt began to form almost instantly. She screamed into the magnetic tape and struggled uselessly at the radiocarpal joint restraints as the secondly blow connected.

She yelled louder this fourth dimension, as the blow was almost in the Same situation and at to the lowest degree as hard, if not harder. There was a sharp swoosh and then a gap as the cane connected for the tertiary metre. She screamed loudly into the tape, holding back a sob. Her middle were glistening now from the pain, but she held back her tears. She was not going to let this bastard see her cry, no matter what.

The cane connected with her vulnerable ass five More times before Alex lowered her to the ground again. She collapsed in a heap, awkwardly trying to keep from putting any press on her spiritualist ass. He started towards her, reached down, and grabbed her by the collar around her neck opening. She knew it was pointless to fend, but she scratched at his hired man anyway. He dragged her forcefully to a restraining pointedness in the floor, and attached her neck collar to the D pack with a carabineer clip.

side down again. Ass in the air again. This time her hired hand were handcuffed behind her back. Alex ripped the tape off her oral cavity and slid the in conclusion of his surprisal over her head.

"You sick bastard."said Sara, as she felt the noose tighten around her neck.

Alex gave a Yank on the rope to hush her, and the grayback tightened. She could still breathe, but it was getting more hard. The last affair she wanted was a repetition of this yesterday's experience.

Alex pressed his erection against her swollen, red-hot ass. The heat was incredibly titillating and he enjoyed just rubbing himself against her.

"Oh god, no."Sara let out a moan as she felt his gumshoe energy against her. She had no interest in being raped again. Her pussy was already raw and her will was wavering. She didn't appearance it, but it was wearing on her.

Alex pulled on the noose a little more, making it just tight enough so that she had air to pass off, but not to talk. He placed his cock against the opening of her tight little ass.

He definitely wasn't a doctor, but it didn't look like anyone had been in this ass before. It was drum-tight and his pecker was throbbing as he thought about what he was about to do. He poured a generous amount of money of lube onto and into her petty ass, and began spreading it with his dick.

Sara let out a plaint and shook her head from side to side, desperately trying to suggest"no ”.

Alex took a firm hold on the rope, taking up any slack and forcing Sara to angle back, into him. If she didn't, she wouldn't be able to pass off. Her middle flew candid and she let out a strangle gasp as Alex shoved his cock into her ass.

There was nothing gentle or caring about the way he butt-fucked Sara that afternoon. It was unrelenting and violent. It was about as degrading and humiliating as it could be without an interview. Sara tried so laborious to resist, but in the end, she failed.

Alex was pumping her relentlessly, one hand on her pelvic arch, the other holding tightly to the running noose around her neck. He kept pulling harder and harder on the rope, wanting and forcing Sara to promote harder and harder against him. Finally, she got to the terminus ad quem of what she could take. The noose was pulling her backwards, into Alex's unmerciful rooster, and the nylon apprehension attached to the flooring was keeping her stationary. She threw her principal back, and with the last bit of air in her lungs, let out a strangled sob.

A single tear, her number 1 one, finally welled up and rolled out of the nook of her eye. It ran down her soft cheek and over her jaw before being absorbed into the forget me drug that was choking the last bit of defiance out of her.

Alex saw that tear and knew that he had broken her. Finally, she was his. Every muscle in his body tensed as he blew his first of all load of the day. This time, he pumped every last drop of his cum into Sara's formerly virgin ass. He swore he heard her soul shatter as she screamed from the very depths of her being. He injected her ass with cum ; he must have contracted at least ten clock time. He was still throbbing cryptical inside of her when he released the noose. Her chief dropped forward towards the floor, and her consistency was racked with late asshole of sadness, despair, and shame. She had a unusual man's dick in her ass. His cum was burning interior of her for the 3rd time in three solar day, and she had no Hope of him letting her go any time soon. She had hit bottom.

Alex withdrew as slowly as possible, letting her closely ass clinch the lastly few drops of cum from his beam. He was dead spent, and for the first time, completely satisfied. He stood on slightly unsound legs, and took fund of the daughter weeping at his feet. She really was beautiful. He stared as his cum slowly leaked out of her ass and ran towards her puss. It was intoxicating to watch. Her once drum-tight ass was now red and swell up, and didn't return to its old shape. In fact, it wasn't even all the way closed.

He leaned down and kissed her tenderly on the halt."Thank you"he said to her.

She didn't respond. Instead she kept crying, hands still handcuffed behind her back, neck still shackled to the floor.

There are some thing that are simply insufferable to find from. They change your very being. The ass fucking that Sara took that night was one of those thing.

He released her from her bonds and carried her to the bed. He shackled her foot to the level again, and instead of heading upstairs to go to sleep, climbed into bed adjacent to her.

She got as far from him as possible and cried into a pillow before sleep finally overtook her.

He fell asleep almost instantly, finally at peace .