It happened one Saturday night in May. Luther and I watched the
woman as she waited at the bar. He wasn’t going to approach her,
though. That wasn’t the kind of relationship he had in mind.
Luther is a cruel man, I should tell you right away. Luther had
often told me about the things he would like to do to the woman, once
he had captured her. He had even spent a good portion of the last month
modifying the basement of our house to imprison the woman.
She looked nervous. Our e-mail correspondence had gone on for a
couple of months before this meeting was arranged, and I had learned
quite a lot about her. She was a career woman, just over thirty years
old. She had been married for the last ten years, but had no children.
She had been a little misleading about her physical description; she
was definitely a few pounds overweight. Luther was pleased by the way
she looked, he told me. A diamond in the rough.
Pamela waited there, hoping to meet her internet lover. That was me.
This was going to be her first time cheating on her husband, she had
let me know in her latest e-mail. I had assured her of my discretion,
after all, I was a married man as well. Not exactly true. After Luther
moved in, my wife had left me. Hence our search for Pamela.
She waited a full hour, checking her watch frequently. I wanted to
go over and talk to her, but Luther told me that it would be better if
we weren’t seen with her. He waited until she left.
The parking lot was not visible from the street, which is the
reason Luther had chosen this place for the rendezvous. We followed as
she went to her car. Luther scanned the parking lot to see if anyone
else was around, and then acted quickly. He could be downright
predatory when he set his mind to something.
” Pamela”
She turned.
He sprayed her in the face with the pepper spray, and with a muffled
cry, she collapsed to the ground, trying desperately to wipe it from
her eyes.
Luther took her keys. We had come on foot. The plan was to drive her
back to the house in her own vehicle. That way, there was no evidence
linking her disappearance to the tavern. She wouldn’t have told anyone
about her plans for the evening. After all, she didn’t want her husband
to find out.
He loaded her into the car. It took a little effort to tape her
mouth and hands. Who would’ve known she’d put up a fight after being
hit with pepper spray. Luther was a fairly large guy, though, and was
able to restrain her.
And back to the house we went.
Luther drove the car into the second bay of the enclosed garage. He
closed the garage door behind us, and then dragged Pamela from the car.
I winced as he pulled her by her hair towards the basement stairs.
” This is when the fun begins, ” he said aloud. I wasn’t sure if he
was talking to me or to Pamela.
When he got her downstairs, he could hardly contain his excitement.
He threw Pamela down on the floor. Her hands were still tied, but she
used her legs to try to get back up.
” You’re going to have to learn who’s boss, ” warned Luther. He
kicked her in the belly. She fell over on her side, the wind knocked
out of her.
In truth, I don’t know how Luther could have been turned on by
Pamela at this point. Her face was red and swollen from the pepper
spray, and now she lay on her side, clutching her belly, and gasping
for breath. Nonetheless, Luther was stroking his cock through his
jeans, barely able to control himself.
He knelt down beside her and began to remove her clothes. First he
pulled off her long flowery skirt. That left her legs clad in beige
pantyhose. Those he cut off with his pocket knife. Her shoes popped off
when he yanked the tattered remains of the pantyhose off of her feet.
She had worn nice panties for our rendezvous. I wondered if her
husband had picked them out for her. They were lacy red panties, which
were now scrunched between her clenched ass cheeks. Luther cut them off
too. He was anxious to rape her for the first time. He positioned her
on her knees, and held the knife to the back of her neck.
” Stay on your knees, bitch, or I’ll start carving. ” Luther was
never one for beating around the bush.
Her eyes were still swollen shut, and her mouth taped, so it was
hard to read the expression on her face as he prepared to enter her
from behind. I could tell, however, that she was trying her very best
to stay on her knees for him, despite the difficulty in balancing with
her arms still taped together.
Luther squirted some lubricant onto his cock. He didn’t like to fuck
dry.
An instant later, he was sticking it into her. Despite his almost
uncontrollable excitement, Luther was taking it slowly. He wanted this
first time to last. She grunted loudly through the tape as he pushed it
all the way in. Was he bigger than her husband ?
” You have a big, fat ass, Pamela, ” he taunted from behind. ” You
didn’t write in the e-mails that you were an ugly fucking pig. ”
A bit of an exaggeration, from my point of view. She was overweight,
but she was by no means ugly. She had the kind of pouty lips that
really turned me on. I hadn’t seen her eyes up close, but her face was
quite nice. She had a clear complexion, and long straight brown hair.
On the whole, not a bad catch. Luther was relentless, though.
” I feel like I’m sticking a pig on a spit to be roasted, ” he
continued. ” You should have an apple in your mouth, piggy. I’m not
fucking you doggy style… it’s piggy style. ”
He continued the verbal assault as fucked her pussy with an
increased tempo. He still held the knife to her neck with one hand, but
with the other, he began slapping her ass in rhythm with his strokes.
Her ass bounced and jiggled with every slap.
” I’m gonna cum in you, piggy. Are you ready for it ?”
His body shook as he filled her pussy with his cream.
” Ungh, yeah. That’s a good little pig. ”
He stayed there for a minute, savouring the sensation of his cock
growing limp inside of her. When he was done, he knocked her back onto
her side as he went to the washroom to clean up.
” You wait right here, pig. We’ve got a long night ahead of us. ”
So far, things had gone according to the plan. When Luther returned,
he was anxious to see how everything would work. This basement is where
Pamela would live. He had built all of the facilities. The place had
new plumbing, and adequate heating. The room was sound proofed, and
extremely secure. His tools were kept in a locked cabinet by the
stairway. Hooks were fastened into the walls, the ceiling, and even the
floor at various points to provide places to secure his captive. The
newest of his projects, and the one he wanted to use now, was the
shower stall.
Luther cut away the remainder of her clothing. He replaced the tape
around her arms with a pair of hand-cuffs. He also secured her ankles
in cuffs. The tape on her mouth must have hurt when it was removed, but
Pamela didn’t say a word. Luther replaced it with a ball-gag, which he
locked around the back of her head. He pulled her to her feet and
towards the shower stall.
The sides of the stall were made of tempered glass, and the whole
thing was quite sturdily constructed. It extended from the floor to the
ceiling, but had little room to move around in. Luther had been quite
careful with the temperature control. There’s a very fine line between
the kind of hot water that will cause extreme pain, and that which will
actually cause physical burns. Luther had walked that line quite
carefully. The two shower heads both released the water at quite high
pressure, and their coverage left little room to escape the painful
jets.
Not that Pamela didn’t try. She reacted instantly, thrusting her
body against the glass door of the stall, which Luther had locked
behind her. She screamed into her gag as she tried shielding her body
with her hands. She thrust herself to each of the walls, looking or a
spot where the water wouldn’t find her. Steam from the water blocked
our view of Pamela after the first few seconds, but we could still hear
her muffled screaming as the shower continued. A slow drain on the
floor allowed the water to pool a bit, no doubt surrounding her feet in
excruciating pain.
Luther was more than pleased by the way it worked. He even extended
the regular two-minute cycle for an extra minute because he was
enjoying himself so much. When he finally turned off the water, she
slumped to the floor of the stall. Luther unlocked the door, and
dragged her out.
Her skin was pink. Not just a little pink, but a bright, painful,
reddish pink. Steam rose off of her tortured flesh, and she gasped for
air against the cold concrete floor of the basement.
Luther was not yet satisfied.
” Now that you’re clean, ” he told her, ” it’s time to make sure
you’re clean shaven. ”
Luther connected her hand cuffs to one of the hooks on the floor. He
unhooked her legs, but quickly reattached them to two more hooks on the
floor. She was left face-up, with her legs spread.
” You’ve been very naughty, Pamela. Your whole pussy is covered in
hair. Not very tidy at all.”
An electric trimmer was the first step. A couple of strokes reduced
her pubic hair to stubble. Luther then pulled out the straight blade.
” Don’t squirm now, ” he warned. ” If I slip, you’ll be sorry.”
He lathered her pussy with shaving cream, and meticulously removed
all of the hair surrounding her crotch. When he was done, he slapped on
some more foam and repeated the shave. He paid special attention that
the areas surrounding Pamela’s pussy lips were completely bald.
I’ll be damned if he wasn’t ready to fuck her again. He kept her
tied down, and pulled down his jeans.
” You look so much better without that hair, I’m gonna need to screw
that pussy of yours again. ”
As he raped her for the second time, he licked and bit at her
breasts and nipples. He was much quicker to finish this time. I think
he was running out of steam. He gave her a few good strokes before
pulling his cock out and jerking off onto the sensitive flesh of her
newly shaved pussy.
” Well, I’m ready for bed, ” he said, zipping his jeans. ” Good
night Pamela, see you tomorrow.”
I went to work the next day. No need to cause suspicion, Luther had
explained to me. He wouldn’t touch her while I was gone. He liked to
use this time of day to think.
When I returned home, Luther was ready to go downstairs again.
Pamela was still chained in the same position. I wondered if she had
caught any sleep since the previous night. She must have been hungry.
Her skin had regained its regular colour, and her face was no longer
swollen from the pepper spray. Her eyes caught mine as I scanned her
body. Between her legs, a puddle urine expanded outwards. No matter,
Luther had left the floor bare for easy cleaning.
” Hello Pamela, ” Luther said cheerfully, ” Time for you to learn
the rules of your new home. Would you care for the tour ?”
He knelt down by her hands and released them from the chains, and
replaced them with rope, which he tied around her hands. A length of
rope was left dangling, so that he could lead her by it.. She didn’t
move. He then released each of her feet. Again, no movement. Finally,
he unhooked the ball-gag from around her head. Her jaws must really
have ached after the all the hours she spent gagged. No complaints from
her.
” I’m glad to see that you’re not trying to struggle. There’s no way
out of this room without the key. If you think you can overwhelm me,
you’re welcome to try, but I think we both know who will win.”
He pulled on the rope, and Pamela rose unsteadily to her feet. He
led her slowly around the room.
” Here is your cage, ” he led her to the large dog cage at the far
end of the room. ” If you’re a good girl, this is where you will sleep.
It’s also where you will eat. I’ll bet your’re pretty hungry by now.”
She nodded.
” When we’re done the tour, we’ll return here for a feeding. ” He
led her around the corner of the L-shaped room. ” Here is the exercise
area. I can see that we’ll be using it quite a lot in the next while.”
This part of the room was filled the with exercise equipment my wife
had left behind when she left me. There was a treadmill, a rowing
machine, and an exercise bike. Luther led Pamela back into the main
room.
” Of course, you know where the shower is, ” he reminded her. She
seemed panicked. ” Oh, don’t worry, you won’t have another shower until
tomorrow.”
There was no toilet in the room. Luther thought it would be more
degrading for her to have to go on the floor. The only other thing in
the room was the cabinet by the door which held all of Luther’s tools.
He didn’t show Pamela what was inside of the cabinet. He preferred that
she learn about each of the tools first hand, when he used them on her.
He led her back to the cage for her feeding. He cuffed her hands
behind her back, put her in the cage, and locked the door behind her.
” Here is your feeding tube, ” Luther told her.
The tube hung down from the top of the cage. It was ten inches long,
and made of a flexible pink rubber. The tube was over two inches thick,
and would be a challenge for Pamela to fit down her throat.
” It only works if you do it correctly. The tube goes down your
throat. It might take a little practice, but I’m sure that you’ll get
the hang of it when you’re hungry enough. When you have the whole thing
in, you squeeze the base of the tube with your lips. You will then be
fed a your daily ration. I’m afraid it’s not much right now, but I’ll
increase it a bit when you lose some weight.”
Luther and I left her in the cage for the rest of the evening. I
think Luther would have preferred to have been trying out some of his
tools on her, but he said that it was more important that she become
accustomed to her new feeding and sleeping arrangements.
When we went down the next day, Luther checked the feeder. He was
pleased to see that Pamela successfully fed from it since we left. She
was sleeping on the floor.
Luther unlocked the cage, and brought Pamela out again.
” Exercise time, ” he told her. ” Here’s what we’ll do: for every
minute hard exercise you give me, I’ll knock one second from the time
of your shower.”
She tried hard, but couldn’t keep up with the treadmill for more
than 15 minutes. Luther took hold of her cuffs and led her towards the
shower.
” Please, ” she begged in breathless desperation, ” don’t put me in
there.”
It was the first time I had actually heard her voice. I felt for
her, I really did, but Luther was really angry that she had spoken.
” Never, EVER, speak, ” he yelled at her. He forced her to her
knees. She was crying. ” After your shower is done, I’m going to punish
you. When you feel the whip coming down on your tender skin, you
REMEMBER, pig, to NEVER speak back to me.”
Luther forced her into the shower, and for spite, pushed the timer
up to four minutes.
When he pulled her limp body from the shower, he chained her face
down to the floor. As he whipped her steaming flesh, she screamed. She
screamed loud, and hard, and she screamed well into the night, but she
never spoke to either of us again.
In the following month, Luther had a much easier time in training
Pamela. Under her new exercise program, her body had trimmed to the
point that you might even describe her as skinny. She had become much
more obedient. She eagerly accepted being fucked by Luther each day,
and, thanks to the feeding tube, could also deep throat him when he
told her to.
His punishment sessions were more frequent, but less severe.
Things were almost becoming routine around the house.
That is, until the day the police came.
Luther was well into a particularly vicious punishment session.
Pamela was tied from the ceiling, with her arms above her head. Her
legs were spread apart by the each of the hooks they were tied to.
Luther had placed no less than thirty wooden clothes pins to her ample
tits soon after he tied her. Some of those pins were now on the floor,
knocked off by the force of the blows to her back and ass.
His instrument of choice tonight was a wide leather strap. Thick red
marks covered Pamela’s ass. I could see where the marks overlapped on
her inner thighs, where he had spent a lot of his attention this
evening. Pamela’s pussy had been stuffed with an Italian sausage. This
was Luther’s idea of humour. If she can keep it in her pussy for the
whole session, without letting it slip out, Luther told me, he might
even let her have some to eat.
When Luther was finished with the strapping, he dropped his pants,
and placed his cock between the cheeks of her ass. She didn’t even
whimper as he pushed it in as hard as he could. His teeth found the
back of her neck, and grabbed hold as he pumped his cock brutally into
her ass hole.
And that’s when the police came in.
Luther just kept fucking. He was like an animal. Pamela started
sobbing as if awoken from a trance. Her pleading eyes found the
officers as they came down the stairs.
” Step away from the woman, NOW!” commanded one of the officers.
One more, and two more, and a third thrust later, Luther released
his cum into her ass. He was tackled off of Pamela a moment later by
two other officers. They held him face down on the floor, and cuffed
his hands behind his back. Luther just watched with a smile as the
Italian sausage dropped to the floor.
We were arrested. No doubt there was plenty of evidence of our
guilt, but we never went to jail. I personally have to disagree with
the judgement of the court that Luther is insane. He never was insane.
He is just plain cruel.
Myself, well, hell no. I had just let Luther do what he wanted.
There’s no way I’m insane.
Nonetheless, we were sent to a mental hospital for treatment. It’s
not so bad. I have time to write, and Luther and I still see each other
a lot. In fact, we play solitaire together nearly every day.
I don’t talk to the doctors about Luther anymore. They say that’s a
good sign. I might even be released sometime soon. I’m keeping my
fingers crossed. So is Luther.