Hi everyone. Please enjoy this story and let me know which parts that you liked best. Also, I do not have any problems with the woman's rights movement and this is a work of fiction and does not reflect my views.
Jill checked the gas left in the van. We should have enough to get there. “How’s the snack situation?” she asked.
“We have plenty of chips but we’re a little low on pretzels, Fearless Leader,” answered an Asian woman in the back.
“Just try to save some for when we get to the hotel,” said Jill. “It’s not like we can afford to get room service.”
“Dap, can I have some of the BBQ?” asked a brunette sitting next to her.
Daphne handed the girl the bag of chips and it was quickly opened.
“Karen, go easy,” said Jill. “Remember what I said.”
“It’ll be fine,” said the blond sitting next to Jill. “I got a few bucks so we can hit some vending machines.”
“Just remember guys that this weekend is about more than stuffing your faces,” said Jill. “We’re there to do important work.”
“Chill, it’ll all go well,” said the blond putting a hand on Jill’s shoulder. “We have everything ready.”
We better, thought Jill. I’m not ending up like my mother. I’m going to change this world so our daughters can hold their heads up. The memories of all the meetings, putting up filers, and endless paper pushing went through her mind. She took a deep breath, but her heart still raced. It’s really happening. Our first conference!
Jill shot a look at the blond. “Megan, could you please keep an eye on everybody once we get there. A lot of them have never been to the city before and you know how Shelia can be.”
“Like I said, it’s going to be fine, but I’ll look out for them,” said Megan.
“Good, because that’s what this is all about, looking out for each . . .,” began Jill. She spotted a truck in her side mirror. That’s going awful fast.
The truck came up to the van. After a moment it went over to the next lane but did not move pass them.
“Hey jerk, you’re on the wrong side of the road,” said a blond in the back.
The truck then slammed into the van. The woman inside screamed as the van swerved to the right. It went off the road and crashed onto it’s side.
The truck stopped. “We got them,” said the man in the passenger seat into a walkie talkie.
“This is the News at 6 for Cover County,” said an older blond announcer. “Our main story is the tragic accident on Milen Road. A van holding 8 women experienced mechanical difficulties and swerved off the road. Through means not yet determined it’s gas tank was punctured causing an explosion. The bodies of all 8 were found inside. The manners of their deaths have not yet been announced. The women were members of a local women’s rights group called Empowerment for All. The newly formed group, headed by local resident Jill Dawning, were on their way to a women’s rights conference to make a presentation proposing that more be done to campaign for equality in small towns. This event touches on the sore memory for many locals. Months ago, a group of local women disappeared and have still not been found. Since the entirely of the group were killed Empowerment for All was not able to issue a statement. We will bring you more information as it becomes available.”
The older man shuffled some papers on his desk. “And now, the coverage for the state high school football championship.
A man was watching the news story. An out of work mechanic and some bodies from a morgue. I’m getting good at this. All those spy novels are paying off.
Another man entered the room wearing a ski mask. “It’s almost time, Don,” said the man.
The first man turned off the TV. Maybe Don wasn’t the best idea for a fake name, thought Louise. All well it doesn’t matter. He grabbed the mask that was on his head and pulled it down to cover his face. The two men left the room.
Louise entered a room with a camera in the middle. After waiting for a moment, the door on the other side opened and another masked man dragged Jill through it. They went pass a third masked man sitting in front of a computer and stopped in front of a camera. She was in her underwear and wearing shackles on her wrists and ankles.
Thank you, online bondage stores, thought Louise going over to them. You supply so much of our equipment.
Louise looked at the camera. “Over a dozen visitors on the site and counting,” said the man at the computer.
And thank you college classes and online videos, thought Louise. Even the Dark Web isn’t unknowable. “Hello everyone, we will now start the auction.”
“Let go of me,” demanded Jill. She scratched at the face of the man holding her, but his mask protected him. The man grabbed her and held her back. Jill then stomped on his foot.
“Aghh,” cried the man. He slapped her in the face, and she fell back.
“No damaging the merchandise,” ordered Louise as the man picked Jill up. He looked back at the camera. “That’s for our clients if they want to.”
“Let go of me,” said Jill again. She tried to get out of the man’s grasp. “You can’t do this! Melissa! Wendy! Where are you!?”
“Shut up,” ordered the man.
“You won’t get away with this you disgusting pigs,” said Jill.
“I said shut up!” The man grabbed her and put his hand over her mouth. Jill bite down hard and got through his glove.
“Aghh,” cried the man. He pulled his hand back. Jill tried to run away but Louise punched her hard in the stomach. Jill fell to the floor and curled up in a ball.
“As you can see, this one is a fighter,” said Louise as the other man picked her up and held her up to the lens of the camera. “How much do you bid?”
“I’m getting ten thousand,” said the man at the computer. “Fifteen thousand!”
Louise looked back at the camera. “Now you don’t want to hold back. A piece like this doesn’t come along every day. Just look at that rack.”
“Seventeen thousand!”
The man holding Jill twisted her arm. She closed her eyes and cried out.
“Careful,” whispered Louise.
“Twenty thousand. Fifty thousand!”
That’s a lot, thought Louise as his heart raced. He stood there for a moment. “Going once. Going Twice. Sold for fifty thousand.”
“Let’s go, Sweetie,” said the man holding Jill. “We got to get you ready for your trip.”
Jill grunted and he dragged her away.
A minute later, the door opened, and a Latina was dragged in.
What’s going on, wondered Karen in terror. She covered herself as she was also in her underwear. The man grabbed her and pulled her along and she offered no resistance.
“We got here a lovely beauty with nice skin tone and pretty eyes,” said Louise. “Do I hear ten thousand?”
After a moment the man at the computer spoke up. “Ten thousand.”
“Do I hear twelve thousand?” asked Louis.
Karen’s eyes raced around the room. This can’t be happening! This isn’t real!
“Twelve thousand.”
“Do I hear fifteen thousand?” asked Louise.
There was a moment and then nothing. “Come on, we checked her over and she’s clean and healthy.”
There was another moment and then the man by the computer spoke. “Seventeen thousand!”
Louise waited a couple of seconds. “Going once! Going twice! Sold for seventeen thousand!”
The man by Karen grabbed the chain of her shackles and pulled her back to the door.
This is turning out to be really profitable, thought Louise.
The next day, Shelia slowly woke up. She realized that she was on the floor somewhere. Where am I? She vaguely remembered the van going off the road and being dragged in front of the camera. Oh my God! Where did they take me!?
She got to her feet and realized that she was wearing a plain white sleeveless dress. Her feet were bare. What am I wearing? She looked around the dark room that she was in. There was nothing on the walls and the floor was hardwood.
Shelia went over to the door, but it was locked. “Hey, is there anybody there? Let me out!”
There was no answer and after a moment Shelia sat down on the floor.
Time passed and then the door was opened. Shelia was startled to see two men in hooded robes come into the room. “It is time,” said one of the men.
“Time?” asked Shelia getting up. “Time for what?”
“No questions,” ordered the man. He and the other man grabbed Shelia by her arms and dragged her from the room.
Shelia was taken down a dark hall into a room much larger than the one she woke up in. It was lit by candles spread throughout the area. A group of men in robes stood around. Shelia was pulled through the group and towards a table where two men waited.
As she neared it Shelia saw that there were two shackles attached to the surface of the table. What’s going on!?
She started to struggle with the men, her brown hair flying in her face as she moved. “It’s pointless to resist,” said one of the men holding her as he pulled her to the table.
“No,” cried Shelia. “No! No!”
Her bare feet scraped across the hard floor as they moved. Her heart started to race as terror began to rise up in her.
“You cannot escape your destiny,” said one of the men standing by the table. “It is fate that has brought you here. You will help us make the sacred pact and bring about our union.”
Shelia cried out as the men pulled at her. One of them grabbed her arms while the other grabbed her legs. She was lifted up and put onto the table. Hands held her down and the shackles were locked around her wrists.
“Tonight, we make our pact with the great forces,” said the man who told Shelia that she could not escape. “Tonight, we offer a vessel of beauty and purity for what we seek.” The website was correct, she is a virgin.
Shelia looked around frantically. The robed men who stood around her did not look human, but mounds of fabric given life. She could not see any of their faces which made the scene more bizarre and terrifying.
“In exchange for offering this thing of worth we ask for power and fortune,” said the man. The one next to him held up a pillow with a dagger on it. When Shelia saw the dagger, she thrashed about screaming.
“What’s going on?” she cried. “Why are you doing this!?”
“Oh, blessed blade, help us to seal her fate and bring us the riches we seek,” said the man picking up the dagger.
“Don’t let him do this to me,” Shelia yelled at the men gathered around. “Please help me! Help me!”
“Oh, in his name, let it be done and let it be ours,” said the man raising the dagger.
Shelia pulled frantically at the chains and kept screaming.
“In his name,” chanted the other men.
Shelia went into a panic as she looked at the dagger. Some light from the candles caused it to shine briefly. Shelia felt the shackles dig into her wrists as she pulled at them in terror. She kicked out with her feet causing the dress that they put on her to run up one leg. She felt her chest press against the fabric of the dress as she breathed rapidly and vaguely realized that both her bra and panties were missing.
“Oh sayah tot tee ra,” muttered the man.
The rest of the men started to go into a low chant made up of words that Shelia could not make out.
“Stop! Please stop! Stop it! Please! No!!!”
The man holding the knife waited a brief moment and then plunged it deep into Shelia’s chest.
“Ahhh,” she cried as the pain went through her.
She stared up at the ceiling as the madness of what just happened went through her mind. This can’t be happening! This is just a nightmare, right? He stabbed me. He . . . stabbed me. He . . .
Shelia’s eyes rolled up in her head and her movements slowed down. Her body relaxed and her head rolled to the side. Shelia was dead.
The man pulled out the dagger and held it out in the air. “The sacrifice has been completed! Fortune and power will come to those of this noble group. The Order of the Dark Light will live on into the centuries!”
Megan was trapped inside a wooden crate. She was pushed against the sides of it as the crate was moved about. Where am I? What are they going to do to me!?
Megan pressed against the sides of the container. Is this airtight? Will I be able to breath!? She felt her heart raced.
A few minutes later, there was a loud thump as the trolley that was used to move the crate put it on the floor.
Megan looked around frantically as she heard the top of the crate being torn off. The crate was then tipped over and she was rolled out.
After a second, Megan got up on one knee using her arms to cover her naked body. She looked around and saw a man standing with his back to her.
“Hello, Sweetie,” said the man as he put on a mask. He turned to Megan, and she saw that he was wearing dark clothes and a black mask that only had eye holes and a few vertical lines in the part covering the mouth.
“Who are you?” asked Megan looking around. “What am I doing here!?’
“Why you’re here to play my game,” answered the man in a sinister tone as he went towards her.
Megan backed away from him and her back hit the wall. The man put a hand on the wall by her head and lean over to her.
“You see, I like to play a game with women,” said the man. “I invite them here and if they win, they can go home.”
Megan turned away and closed her eyes as the man ran a hand down her cheek. “You’re in a special place. You just need to get out of here and I’ll let you go. The problem, there is only one way in or out. All the windows and doors are sealed shut.”
Megan looked around. They were in a windowless room. The wallpaper had faded to an ugly brown which was torn in places. The carpet had turned into a sickening tan and had been flatted by many people walking on it. When Megan saw it, she raised one of her bare feet up and wished that she could hover to keep from touching it.
“Now, I’m a fair guy,” said the man. “I’ll give you a five-minute head start and after that I’ll come after you. If you can get away from me, you can leave.”
Megan felt an icy feeling in her stomach. “What if I can’t?”
The man smiled with his eyes. “Then I’ll kill you.”
Megan gasped. This can’t be happening! “Please don’t this. I have money. I can pay you.”
“I don’t need money,” said the Killer. “You should know that with all the money I spent on you.”
Fifteen thousand, the man at the auction had said.
“Please, I’ll do anything,” begged Megan.
“All you have to do is run . . . all you have to do is die,” said the Killer. “Your five minutes starts now by the way.”
Megan looked around frantically and ran out of the room.
I love this game, thought the Killer.
Megan ran down a hall. Without thinking she darted into a room to her right.
The room was the same as the one she was in but with one difference, it had a window. Megan ran to the window and desperately tried to open it. It’s nailed shut!
She started banging on the glass which was covered with some unknown substance. “Help! Help! I’m in here! He’s going to kill me! Help!” There was no answer.
Megan backed away from the window and after a moment she ran towards the door.
Megan went up to a door at the end of the hall. She went through it and found a room with holes in the floor. They appeared to have been cut in the wood. Megan quickly maneuvered through the area trying to avoid the holes.
Megan’s foot landed next to one of them. The wood creaked and her foot shot down as it broke away.
“Aghh,” cried Megan.
She dropped down and stopped when her hip hit the floor. Megan laid there stunned but after a minute recovered and pulled herself from the hole.
She was going across the room again when a piece of wood stabbed her in one of her feet, adding more cuts than she already had. She cried out and stumbled along as she held up her foot.
Megan reached the door and came to another hallway. Where am I? Where is this place?
Suddenly there a thump in the distance. Is that him!? Is he near!!!? She ran into another room in a panic.
The inside of the room was completely dark. Megan could not see a thing as she looked around. Her heart raced. He could be anywhere!
Suddenly something stabbed her in the foot. “Ahh!” She stumbled in the dark. As she moved, she felt more stabbing. She fumbled around as if she was doing some sort of dance. She fell to her hands and knees and felt sharp objects stab her arms. What’s going on?
After a few minutes that seemed to last forever Megan crawled out of the room. She was in another hallway. As she looked down, she saw that there were little pins sticking out of her arms. He must’ve left them on the floor.
Megan picked the pins out of her arms and legs as she looked around. She got a few pins out of her feet and stumbled off. I got to get out of this madhouse!
Minutes later, Megan came to a door. She reached out and grabbed the knob. She felt a jolt go through her and fell back. She landed on the floor and as she saw the ceiling a multitude of thoughts went through her mind. What happened!? Am I dead!? Did he kill me!!!?
She laid there for a couple of minutes and then slowly got up. He must’ve done something to the knob. It . . . shocked me!
Megan brought her knees to her chest. Why is this happening to me? Why!? I didn’t do anything! I’m a good person!!! It was all she could do to keep from crying.
Megan heard a creaking sound. Is he here!?
She quickly got up and ran pass the door.
Megan ran down some stairs and frantically looked around. Her heart raced as images of the Killer doing horrible things to her went through her mind. Don’t panic! Don’t panic! How can I not panic!? There’s a manic after me!!! Why!?
Without thinking Megan stumbled into another room without light. Are there more needles!? She gingerly felt along the floor with her feet but there was no stabbing pain. After a moment she felt a little less dread. She started to run through the room. Suddenly she hit something and fell back. Is it him!?
Megan laid there for a moment ready for the Killer to leap at her. When that did not happen, she looked around but could not see anything in the darkness. Slowly she got to her feet. Breathing heavily, she carefully felt in front of her. Her hands touched something hard. It’s a pillar. I must’ve ran into it. She felt along her face and winched as she felt pain in her nose. I hope I didn’t break it.
Megan slowly went around the pillar and felt along the rest of the room. She encountered several other pillars and went around them.
Suddenly Megan’s hands felt a different obstacle. Is it the wall? Am I on the other side?
She felt along the surface and realized that there was a door in front of her. She quickly opened it and went through.
Megan ran down a dark hall. This place is a maze! Where’s the way out!?
She went left then right. As she went through one doorway, she banged her arm. She briefly cried out as she ran fueled by panic.
Megan stopped and looked around. She pushed away some of the hair that was stuck to her face by sweat and scanned the area. There were two doors in the room beside the one she came through. With fear flooding her mind she randomly chose the one on the left and ran through it.
Megan was in a long hallway. At the end of the hall, it opened up into a room. Megan could see that there was a door in the room. After a second her mind registered that there was the word Exit painted above the door in red letters.
There it is!!! She darted down the hall. I just have to get through that door! I’m safe! It’s over!!! I can go home!
She entered the room and started to go towards the door.
Suddenly the Killer leapt at her. Megan screamed and tried to run pass him, but he quickly wrapped a cord around her neck.
“Got you,” he said triumphantly. He pulled on the cord squeezing her throat.
No! No!!! I was free! I was going home! She tried to grab at the cord, but it dug into her skin. She twisted and turned ending up facing away from him as he strangled her.
Ah yes, this is it, thought the Killer. I will never get tired of this! His muscled arms pulled as he forced the life from her.
Megan slapped at the cord, but it did not do anything. She frantically stomped on the floor sending new pain through her cut feet. Her mouth was opened but no sound came out. She twisted about but he pulled her close to him.
I was going home. I was supposed to be free. I did it! I did it! This wasn’t . . . Megan scratched at his hands, but he did not react. She tried to pull them away, but he was so strong. She struck and flailed about as the cord held fast keeping air out.
The man held on feeling a rush as Megan fought in vain for her life. Yes. Yes. He closed his eyes and savored the feelings going through him. As she pulled away from him and he pulled her back it was almost as if he was riding her. He continued pulling as he let out something in himself that he could not describe.
Megan’s movements began to slow down. She reached behind and grabbed at his arms but only found hard, unmoving muscle. All the pain she felt from the injuries she recently suffered disappeared from her mind as a part of her noticed that her vision was fading. She soon barely struggled as the Killer; her killer ended her life.
The Killer held on as Megan’s movements got slower and slower until they finally stopped. He held on for a minute and then checked her. She was dead.
Another one bites the dust. And she got so close to. Too bad that door is sealed shut like all the others. I guess I’m not a fair guy after all.
The Killer dragged the body from the room heading to the incinerator in the basement.
to be continued . . .
The End of Empowerment
Re: The End of Empowerment
Karen started to wake up. She tried to move but something stopped her and as her mind cleared, she realized that she was restrained.
She looked around as she started to panic. She slowly realized that she was in what looked like a doctor’s office. She pulled at the things holding her down and realized that she was lying on a table and that she was naked.
What’s going on!? Memories of the auction went through her mind. It was real! They actually . . . sold me! Where am I!?
She looked down at her hands which were at her side and saw that she was in restraints like those use in a mental hospital. She tried to move her legs but found that her feet were also tied down.
Karen frantically looked around. There did not seem to be anyone around. She thought about calling out for help but stopped herself. What are they going to do with me!?
After several minutes, the door across from her opened and a short man with glasses and messy hair came in. He was wearing a lab coat.
“What’s going on?” cried Karen struggling in the restraints. “What are you going to do to me?’
“In all do time,” said the man coming up to her. He looked over the young Latina. He then took out stethoscope and used it to listen to her heart. Karen flinched as the cold metal was placed on her naked chest. She looked at the man nervously as he seemed to listen without emotion.
The scientist then went over to a nearby table and picked up a notebook where he recorded Karen’s heart rate.
“You seem healthy,” said the Scientist. “However, your pulse is a little high.”
“Of course, it’s high,” said Karen. She pulled on the restraints. “Who are you? What am I doing here?”
“I am merely a humble man of science,” answered the Scientist. “I spend many hours working to develop drugs that can help mankind. Unfortunately making a drug is one thing. Next, you have to test it. That requires equipment, facilities, lab animals, and most of all money. Not all of us can attract wealthy benefactors or be born of money so we do what we have to.”
“What are you talking about?” asked Karen.
“Like I said, you have to test new drugs and while I was able to procure animals cheaply from pet stores and the wild there is now human testing,” said the Scientist. “My results apparently weren’t impressive enough for the universities but there are other ways to get test subjects.”
“Wait, you don’t mean . . .,” began Karen beginning to panic.
“Yes, I do,” answered the scientist picking up a syringe from the table. “You will be helping many with your contribution, involuntary it may be.” He came over to her.
“No,” screamed Karen. “You can’t! I don’t consent!”
“Sorry, but after liquidating my savings for this opportunity I don’t have a choice. After all, this is for science.”
Karen clenched her whole body as she felt the needle stabbing her arm. No. This can’t be happening! I was just taking a trip!
“And now we wait for the results,” said the Scientist pulling back the syringe.
Karen closed her eyes in dread and shook her head. “What’s going to happen to me?”
“We’ll see.” The Scientist checked her vitals again and made a note in his notebook. He then left the room.
Karen pulled at the restraints and cried out in despair.
Hours later, the Scientist returned. He was carrying a tray of food. “How are you feeling?”
“How do you think?” said Karen. “I was stripped naked, tied down, and some manic injected me with God knows what!!!”
“I would advise you to watch your tone,” said the Scientist whose voice took on a harsher quality. “I get ridicule enough by my so-called peers in the field I won’t tolerate being called a manic in my own home.”
“Home?” asked Karen. “This is where you live?”
“Enough,” said the Scientist. “I will be asking the questions. Have you been experiencing any symptoms like fever, nausea, or mood swings?”
“I don’t know,” said Karen. “Please just let me go.”
“I’m afraid I can’t do that,” said the Scientist. He put the tray on the table and picked up the stethoscope. He then checked Karen’s vitals and took her temperature.
What’s going to happen to me? wondered Karen.
The Scientist picked up the tray and came over to her. He took a piece of bread and held it to her mouth. “You need to eat to keep up your strength.” He then began to feed her several pieces of bread and some protein bars. He then gave her some water from a bottle.
“I’ll come back to do additional tests,” said the Scientists heading to the door. “You should try to get some rest.”
Karen laid there alone. She pulled on the restraints, but they would not budge. This can’t be happening to me. What did he put into me? I just wanted to go to the city. I was just riding along and now . . . this is insane.
Karen laid there sobbing and after some time she fell asleep.
The next day, the Scientist entered the room. “How are you feeling?”
“I think that thing you said about nausea is happening,” answered Karen. “My stomach doesn’t feel good.”
“I see,” said the Scientist making a quick note. He went over to a cabinet and took out a syringe.
“What are you doing?” asked Karen panicking.
“I’m just going to take a blood sample,” answered the Scientist coming over to her.
Karen closed her eyes and turned away as the needle was stabbed into her arm. She took a deep breath as she felt the pinch.
The Scientist took the blood and removed the needle. He then injected the blood into a tube.
“Why did you take my clothes?” asked Karen.
“So if any rashes or such develop it would be easier to make note,” answered the Scientist writing sample 1 on the tube.
Oh so that’s why, thought Karen doubtfully. “What did you inject me with?”
“As I said, a drug that I developed,” answered the Scientist.
“For what?” asked Karen.
“For medical treatments,” answered the Scientist. “The overall application is a bit complicated. Anyway, it is probably best not to dive too deep into it, keep the testing process unbiased and such. I will be back with some food.”
The Scientist left the room with the test sample.
Karen laid there. She closed her eyes as another wave of nausea went through her. What is this doing to me!? Am I going to die!?
Some time later, the Scientist returned with another tray of food.
“I don’t feel so good,” said Karen.
“More nausea?” asked the Scientist.
“Also, my head hurts,” answered Karen.
The Scientist looked her over. “You have a slight temperature.” He went over to the cabinet and took out a blood pressure cuff which he used on Karen. “You blood pressure is also higher. I’ll make a note of it.” He went over to the table where he left the notebook.
“Please stop whatever it is you did to me,” said Karen.
“Sorry, I can’t,” said the Scientist. “This is all part of the process. We have to go on.”
He then fed Karen again.
The next day, the Scientist entered the room as Karen turned about in the restraints. “How are you?” he asked.
“I don’t feel so good,” answered Karen. “My stomach hurts and I feel . . . strange.”
“Strange how?” asked the Scientist opening the notebook.
“I’m feeling these . . . emotions,” answered Karen. “What’s happening to me!?”
“You’re experiencing some side effects from the drug,” answered the Scientist. “It’s all normal. This is just part of the process.”
“Please, help me,” cried Karen.
“I’m afraid I can’t do that,” said the Scientist taking out another syringe from the cabinet. “I need to see this through. If not, then all my work will be down the drain.”
Karen cried out just as he took another blood sample.
The first sample showed that the drug is interacting with the body, thought the Scientist. It’s having some sort of effect. Maybe this sample will tell me what kind.
The Scientist labeled the sample and checked Karen’s vitals. “You fever is getting worst.”
“Can’t you give something for it?” asked Karen. “You’re a doctor!”
“I’m actually a researcher not a practicing doctor,” said the Scientist. “Anyway, it would be better if you don’t take anything else so the results can be uncontaminated.”
Karen groaned as the Scientist took more notes.
“You can’t do this,” cried Karen. “This isn’t right!”
“It’s for the greater good,” said the Scientist. “Now, I suggest you get some rest. You’re going to need it. I will be back in a few hours with more food.”
The Scientist left the room. Karen tossed and turned in the restraints. She groaned and opened and closed her hands. This went on for a while until she drifted off into a restless sleep.
Some time passed but Karen could not tell how long it was. She thought she saw some of the other girls from the trip looking down at her but when the Scientist came back, they were gone.
The results from the second sample weren’t promising, thought the Scientist. Maybe things have stabilized now. “How are you feeling? Still feeling symptoms?”
“Everything’s . . . so strange,” answered Karen. “I . . . think I’m seeing things.”
The Scientist looked at her but did not say anything. He did a quick check of her vitals. Her temperature is still rising. This isn’t good. He went over to the cabinet and got another syringe.
“What are you doing?” asked Karen weakly.
“Just getting another sample,” answered the Scientist.
He went over and drew more blood. Karen grimaced as the needle stabbed her but did not say anything else.
“Would you like something to eat?” asked the Scientist. “You didn’t have any last time.”
When was that? wondered Karen who did not remember her last meal. “Please, . . . help me.”
The Scientist did not say anything and went over to the table and made some more notes in the notebook.
“Please,” Karen begged. “Please, help me. I won’t tell anybody what . . . you did. Please. I don’t want to die.”
“We don’t know that you are going to die,” said the Scientist. “The experiment is ongoing.”
“Something . . . is wrong,” said Karen. “I can feel it. Please, stop this. Please, take me to the hospital.”
The Scientist did not say anything. He went over to Karen and shine a light in her eyes. Delayed reaction, just like with the rats. He looked at her for a moment then he left the room with the sample.
The Scientist returned to the room with a grim expression. The results, it’s another failure.
Karen looked up at him as he came towards her. He took out a syringe from the pocket of his lab coat. It was filled with a clear liquid.
“What is that?” asked Karen.
“I’m sorry,” said the Scientist. “Sometimes an experiment doesn’t work out.”
After a moment, Karen realized what was going on. “No! You can’t! Please!” The adrenaline from her terror cut through the fogginess that she was experiencing, and she thrashed about wildly in the restraints. The table shook with her struggles.
“Once again, I’m sorry but this will be must quicker than what’s going to happen to you because of the drug.” He went over to her. She tried to pull away, but he grabbed her arm and held it as he drove the needle into her.
“No, please don’t! You can’t do this! I don’t want to die! This isn’t right! Help! Help me! Somebody help me! He’s going to kill me! Help!!! No!!!”
The Scientist injected all of the contents of the syringe into her and withdrew the needle. “Please take comfort in knowing that the data that you have provided will go a long way in my research.”
Karen thrashed about on the table as if she was trying to pull away from the poison. “No! This can’t be!!! Please! I don’t want to die! Please don’t do this! Please! No!”
She struggled and pulled while screaming and begging. This went on for about a minute then her movements became slower.
No, thought Karen as she felt a new fog come over her mind. No! No! Noooo!!!
She weakly struggled as the Scientist watched her die. She cried out a few times but the sounds she made were intelligible. She swung her head around. Her nails dug into the table she was on making gashes in the paddle materials. She tried to keep struggling but her movements continued to slow down. She let out a few moans and other strange noises. This went on for a few more minutes as her struggles became slower and slower. Finally, they stopped. Her body relaxed and her head rolled to the side. The Scientist went over to check her. Test suspect has been terminated and results noted, he wrote in the notebook.
The Scientist looked at the dead young woman on the table. Another failed experiment. It’s disheartening but I must continue on. He started to undo the restraints. I need to hurry if I’m to smuggle her in with the other medical college’s cadavers. The anatomy class is about to receive another homeless jane doe donated by the city.
The Scientist rolled in a gurney and placed the body on it. He then rolled it out of the room.
to be continued . . .
She looked around as she started to panic. She slowly realized that she was in what looked like a doctor’s office. She pulled at the things holding her down and realized that she was lying on a table and that she was naked.
What’s going on!? Memories of the auction went through her mind. It was real! They actually . . . sold me! Where am I!?
She looked down at her hands which were at her side and saw that she was in restraints like those use in a mental hospital. She tried to move her legs but found that her feet were also tied down.
Karen frantically looked around. There did not seem to be anyone around. She thought about calling out for help but stopped herself. What are they going to do with me!?
After several minutes, the door across from her opened and a short man with glasses and messy hair came in. He was wearing a lab coat.
“What’s going on?” cried Karen struggling in the restraints. “What are you going to do to me?’
“In all do time,” said the man coming up to her. He looked over the young Latina. He then took out stethoscope and used it to listen to her heart. Karen flinched as the cold metal was placed on her naked chest. She looked at the man nervously as he seemed to listen without emotion.
The scientist then went over to a nearby table and picked up a notebook where he recorded Karen’s heart rate.
“You seem healthy,” said the Scientist. “However, your pulse is a little high.”
“Of course, it’s high,” said Karen. She pulled on the restraints. “Who are you? What am I doing here?”
“I am merely a humble man of science,” answered the Scientist. “I spend many hours working to develop drugs that can help mankind. Unfortunately making a drug is one thing. Next, you have to test it. That requires equipment, facilities, lab animals, and most of all money. Not all of us can attract wealthy benefactors or be born of money so we do what we have to.”
“What are you talking about?” asked Karen.
“Like I said, you have to test new drugs and while I was able to procure animals cheaply from pet stores and the wild there is now human testing,” said the Scientist. “My results apparently weren’t impressive enough for the universities but there are other ways to get test subjects.”
“Wait, you don’t mean . . .,” began Karen beginning to panic.
“Yes, I do,” answered the scientist picking up a syringe from the table. “You will be helping many with your contribution, involuntary it may be.” He came over to her.
“No,” screamed Karen. “You can’t! I don’t consent!”
“Sorry, but after liquidating my savings for this opportunity I don’t have a choice. After all, this is for science.”
Karen clenched her whole body as she felt the needle stabbing her arm. No. This can’t be happening! I was just taking a trip!
“And now we wait for the results,” said the Scientist pulling back the syringe.
Karen closed her eyes in dread and shook her head. “What’s going to happen to me?”
“We’ll see.” The Scientist checked her vitals again and made a note in his notebook. He then left the room.
Karen pulled at the restraints and cried out in despair.
Hours later, the Scientist returned. He was carrying a tray of food. “How are you feeling?”
“How do you think?” said Karen. “I was stripped naked, tied down, and some manic injected me with God knows what!!!”
“I would advise you to watch your tone,” said the Scientist whose voice took on a harsher quality. “I get ridicule enough by my so-called peers in the field I won’t tolerate being called a manic in my own home.”
“Home?” asked Karen. “This is where you live?”
“Enough,” said the Scientist. “I will be asking the questions. Have you been experiencing any symptoms like fever, nausea, or mood swings?”
“I don’t know,” said Karen. “Please just let me go.”
“I’m afraid I can’t do that,” said the Scientist. He put the tray on the table and picked up the stethoscope. He then checked Karen’s vitals and took her temperature.
What’s going to happen to me? wondered Karen.
The Scientist picked up the tray and came over to her. He took a piece of bread and held it to her mouth. “You need to eat to keep up your strength.” He then began to feed her several pieces of bread and some protein bars. He then gave her some water from a bottle.
“I’ll come back to do additional tests,” said the Scientists heading to the door. “You should try to get some rest.”
Karen laid there alone. She pulled on the restraints, but they would not budge. This can’t be happening to me. What did he put into me? I just wanted to go to the city. I was just riding along and now . . . this is insane.
Karen laid there sobbing and after some time she fell asleep.
The next day, the Scientist entered the room. “How are you feeling?”
“I think that thing you said about nausea is happening,” answered Karen. “My stomach doesn’t feel good.”
“I see,” said the Scientist making a quick note. He went over to a cabinet and took out a syringe.
“What are you doing?” asked Karen panicking.
“I’m just going to take a blood sample,” answered the Scientist coming over to her.
Karen closed her eyes and turned away as the needle was stabbed into her arm. She took a deep breath as she felt the pinch.
The Scientist took the blood and removed the needle. He then injected the blood into a tube.
“Why did you take my clothes?” asked Karen.
“So if any rashes or such develop it would be easier to make note,” answered the Scientist writing sample 1 on the tube.
Oh so that’s why, thought Karen doubtfully. “What did you inject me with?”
“As I said, a drug that I developed,” answered the Scientist.
“For what?” asked Karen.
“For medical treatments,” answered the Scientist. “The overall application is a bit complicated. Anyway, it is probably best not to dive too deep into it, keep the testing process unbiased and such. I will be back with some food.”
The Scientist left the room with the test sample.
Karen laid there. She closed her eyes as another wave of nausea went through her. What is this doing to me!? Am I going to die!?
Some time later, the Scientist returned with another tray of food.
“I don’t feel so good,” said Karen.
“More nausea?” asked the Scientist.
“Also, my head hurts,” answered Karen.
The Scientist looked her over. “You have a slight temperature.” He went over to the cabinet and took out a blood pressure cuff which he used on Karen. “You blood pressure is also higher. I’ll make a note of it.” He went over to the table where he left the notebook.
“Please stop whatever it is you did to me,” said Karen.
“Sorry, I can’t,” said the Scientist. “This is all part of the process. We have to go on.”
He then fed Karen again.
The next day, the Scientist entered the room as Karen turned about in the restraints. “How are you?” he asked.
“I don’t feel so good,” answered Karen. “My stomach hurts and I feel . . . strange.”
“Strange how?” asked the Scientist opening the notebook.
“I’m feeling these . . . emotions,” answered Karen. “What’s happening to me!?”
“You’re experiencing some side effects from the drug,” answered the Scientist. “It’s all normal. This is just part of the process.”
“Please, help me,” cried Karen.
“I’m afraid I can’t do that,” said the Scientist taking out another syringe from the cabinet. “I need to see this through. If not, then all my work will be down the drain.”
Karen cried out just as he took another blood sample.
The first sample showed that the drug is interacting with the body, thought the Scientist. It’s having some sort of effect. Maybe this sample will tell me what kind.
The Scientist labeled the sample and checked Karen’s vitals. “You fever is getting worst.”
“Can’t you give something for it?” asked Karen. “You’re a doctor!”
“I’m actually a researcher not a practicing doctor,” said the Scientist. “Anyway, it would be better if you don’t take anything else so the results can be uncontaminated.”
Karen groaned as the Scientist took more notes.
“You can’t do this,” cried Karen. “This isn’t right!”
“It’s for the greater good,” said the Scientist. “Now, I suggest you get some rest. You’re going to need it. I will be back in a few hours with more food.”
The Scientist left the room. Karen tossed and turned in the restraints. She groaned and opened and closed her hands. This went on for a while until she drifted off into a restless sleep.
Some time passed but Karen could not tell how long it was. She thought she saw some of the other girls from the trip looking down at her but when the Scientist came back, they were gone.
The results from the second sample weren’t promising, thought the Scientist. Maybe things have stabilized now. “How are you feeling? Still feeling symptoms?”
“Everything’s . . . so strange,” answered Karen. “I . . . think I’m seeing things.”
The Scientist looked at her but did not say anything. He did a quick check of her vitals. Her temperature is still rising. This isn’t good. He went over to the cabinet and got another syringe.
“What are you doing?” asked Karen weakly.
“Just getting another sample,” answered the Scientist.
He went over and drew more blood. Karen grimaced as the needle stabbed her but did not say anything else.
“Would you like something to eat?” asked the Scientist. “You didn’t have any last time.”
When was that? wondered Karen who did not remember her last meal. “Please, . . . help me.”
The Scientist did not say anything and went over to the table and made some more notes in the notebook.
“Please,” Karen begged. “Please, help me. I won’t tell anybody what . . . you did. Please. I don’t want to die.”
“We don’t know that you are going to die,” said the Scientist. “The experiment is ongoing.”
“Something . . . is wrong,” said Karen. “I can feel it. Please, stop this. Please, take me to the hospital.”
The Scientist did not say anything. He went over to Karen and shine a light in her eyes. Delayed reaction, just like with the rats. He looked at her for a moment then he left the room with the sample.
The Scientist returned to the room with a grim expression. The results, it’s another failure.
Karen looked up at him as he came towards her. He took out a syringe from the pocket of his lab coat. It was filled with a clear liquid.
“What is that?” asked Karen.
“I’m sorry,” said the Scientist. “Sometimes an experiment doesn’t work out.”
After a moment, Karen realized what was going on. “No! You can’t! Please!” The adrenaline from her terror cut through the fogginess that she was experiencing, and she thrashed about wildly in the restraints. The table shook with her struggles.
“Once again, I’m sorry but this will be must quicker than what’s going to happen to you because of the drug.” He went over to her. She tried to pull away, but he grabbed her arm and held it as he drove the needle into her.
“No, please don’t! You can’t do this! I don’t want to die! This isn’t right! Help! Help me! Somebody help me! He’s going to kill me! Help!!! No!!!”
The Scientist injected all of the contents of the syringe into her and withdrew the needle. “Please take comfort in knowing that the data that you have provided will go a long way in my research.”
Karen thrashed about on the table as if she was trying to pull away from the poison. “No! This can’t be!!! Please! I don’t want to die! Please don’t do this! Please! No!”
She struggled and pulled while screaming and begging. This went on for about a minute then her movements became slower.
No, thought Karen as she felt a new fog come over her mind. No! No! Noooo!!!
She weakly struggled as the Scientist watched her die. She cried out a few times but the sounds she made were intelligible. She swung her head around. Her nails dug into the table she was on making gashes in the paddle materials. She tried to keep struggling but her movements continued to slow down. She let out a few moans and other strange noises. This went on for a few more minutes as her struggles became slower and slower. Finally, they stopped. Her body relaxed and her head rolled to the side. The Scientist went over to check her. Test suspect has been terminated and results noted, he wrote in the notebook.
The Scientist looked at the dead young woman on the table. Another failed experiment. It’s disheartening but I must continue on. He started to undo the restraints. I need to hurry if I’m to smuggle her in with the other medical college’s cadavers. The anatomy class is about to receive another homeless jane doe donated by the city.
The Scientist rolled in a gurney and placed the body on it. He then rolled it out of the room.
to be continued . . .
Re: The End of Empowerment
Melissa woke up lying on a cold metal floor. She looked around and found that she was in a windowless room.
As she sat up, she realized that she was not wearing a shirt. What the . . . !? She quickly covered her bare breasts with her arms. She looked down and saw that she was wearing a pair of gray shorts.
What’s going on!? What did they do to me!?
She sat on the floor for several minutes before she heard the sound of the metal door being unlocked.
It opened and a man with a face full of stubble came into the room. “Get up,” he ordered. “Your first round’s about to begin.”
“What?” asked Melissa.
The man did not answer. He just grabbed Melissa by the arm and pulled her to her feet.
He pulled her out of the room and dragged down a hallway with cells lining both sides. He then pushed her through a pair of double doors.
Melissa entered a large room and was hit with a wave of thunderous sound. There were overhead lights that flooded the area with bright light and Melissa covered her eyes as she was blinded.
The man grabbed her arm and pulled her to a large object in the middle of the room. The structure was surrounded by men cheering, yelling, and cursing.
Melissa was pulled along as she still tried to cover her breasts. As she neared the object, she saw that it was a cage. The man pulled her up to a door which was opened by another man and then Melissa was shoved through.
Melissa stumbled and nearly fell over but regained her balance. She looked around in fright and saw that there was another woman standing on the other side of the cage. She had brown hair and was also wearing just a gray pair of shorts.
The woman went over to Melissa who met her in the middle of the cage.
“What’s going on?” asked Melissa. “Where are we?”
Instead of answering the woman punched her in the face. What!?
Melissa stumbled back in shock. She looked up at the woman in a daze. The other woman tried to hit her again but at the last moment Melissa managed to dodge the blow.
Melissa stumbled about. She looked down and saw that her bare foot was touching something on the floor that looked like blood. She instantly pulled her foot back from it and looked up to see the woman coming to hit her again.
Melissa pulled back dodging the punch and her back hit the side of the cage. She saw the face of one of the screaming men inches form her causing her to cry out and pull away.
Melissa ran to the center of the cage and turned to see the woman coming at her.
“Stop, why are you doing this?” asked Melissa as the woman neared her.
“This is a fight,” answered the woman simply. “We fight each other. That’s why we’re here.”
Melissa looked around at the screaming men and realized that the scene looked like a boxing match. What!?
She dodged another punch, but the woman threw another quickly and it hit Melissa. The blow shook her head causing her dirty blond hair to get in her face.
Melissa brushed the hair away, but the woman hit her again sending her up against the side of the cage. The woman held her there. “They will punish us both if we don’t fight,” said the woman. “Fight.” She slammed her knee into Melissa’s pelvis.
Melissa gasped and fell to her knees. The other woman then grabbed her hair and used it to lift her face up which she then hit.
Melissa fell to the floor stunned. Around her there was sounds and movement, but she could not make out what was going on.
Melissa blinked and started to come to as the man with stubble dragged her back to her cell. “I’m glad that I didn’t have money on you,” he said. “Better luck next time, huh?”
He opened the door and threw her in. She heard the door being locked as she laid there feeling sore. What on earth happened to me!? I was in a van going to the city and now . . .
She laid there for a long time before drifting off to sleep.
Some time later, the door opened. Melissa awoke in fright as the man came in. “Time for the next round.”
“No, please,” said Melissa. “I’m still hurt from last time.”
“Doesn’t matter,” said the man grabbing her arm.” Come on.”
He pulled her out of the cell.
“Please, I’m not a fighter,” said Melissa trying her hardest to pull away. “That was the first fight I’ve ever been in!”
“Come on,” ordered the man squeezing her arm. “You’re doing it now. The show’s not going to stop no matter how hurt you are so grow some balls and try to last a few seconds will you?”
Melissa was pulled back into the large room. She felt her heart raced as some of the men looked at her. She thought she heard some of them yell things at her but could not make them out.
Melissa was dragged to the door in the cage. She tried to get out of the man’s grip, but he held her with both of his hands. The door was opened, and she was shoved through.
Melissa stumbled but regained her footing. She looked up and saw a woman with short brown hair standing in the middle of the cage. She looked worn and there was a scar on her face running beneath her left eye and along her nose to her mouth where her skin had been split open. She had a look in her eyes that sent a chill through Melissa.
Melissa tried to back away, but someone rattled the cage sending her forward.
She came up to the woman. “Please,” she begged.
The scarred woman did not say anything. She just threw a punch.
Melissa dodged the blow. She backed away but the woman came at her.
Feeling desperate Melissa threw a punch, the first one of her life. Her fist hit the woman’s face, but it did not seem to have any effect.
The woman hit Melissa back and she reeled from the blow. A dozen thoughts and memories went through her mind as she stumbled back. For a moment she could not think.
The scarred woman came up to her and threw another punch. The blow hit the side of Melissa’s face. She then followed it up with another one.
Melissa stumbled back and fell onto her rear. She regained her senses just in time to see the fist coming at her.
Melissa fell onto her back. The woman grabbed her and pulled her to her feet. She then slammed her fist into her stomach. Melissa gasped for air.
The woman dragged her to one side of the cage and threw her against the chain links. Melissa vaguely noticed being so close to the screaming men.
The woman grabbed her. Melissa tried to break free, but the woman slapped her. She then pulled her head down and slammed Melissa’s face into her knee.
Pain shot through Melissa. I think she broke my nose!
The women threw Melissa down onto the floor of the cage. She then kicked her in the side savagely.
Melissa cried out. She looked up at the woman. “Please stop,” she begged.
The woman slammed her foot in Melissa’s face.
Melissa looked up at the blinding lights. We were going to bring women together for . . . equality.
The woman circled around Melissa. Suddenly Melissa jumped up at her and the woman fell back onto the floor. Melissa threw one punch then around at her. The woman sent a foot into Melissa’s stomach.
Melissa fell back coughing as the scarred woman got to her feet.
Melissa struggled to remain on her feet as her opponent came at her. The woman hit her once then a second time then a third time. Melissa went to the floor and the woman kicked her repeatedly. Please no more, Melissa thought as she curved into a ball. Please stop this! Please!
The woman grabbed Melissa’s hair and used it to raise her face up. She then hit it. Melissa’s blood landed on the floor.
The woman straddled Melissa and began hitting her in the head repeatedly. After a few blows she brought her hands together and rammed them down on her chest causing Melissa to cry out.
Melissa’s vision was blurry as the woman kept punching her head. She tried to hold up her hands to defend herself, but they were pushed aside, and the hitting continued.
She could not tell for how long this continued but Melissa’s vision began to clear up and she saw the other woman stepping away from her.
Melissa looked up at the other woman who then stopped and looked at her with a look of disdain before splitting at her. The scarred woman walked back to her side of the cage as Melissa laid there bleeding and aching.
The man dragged Melissa back to her cell. “Not too good at this aren’t you,” said the man smiling. “Ah well, it’s not like I was betting on you, and I get paid either way.”
He let out a chuckle before opening Melissa’s cell. He then tossed her inside.
Some time later, Melissa began to stir. She opened her eyes and the pain from her injuries flooded over her as did the memories of what happened. Oh my God! It all really happened!
She looked around the room and saw the door. She tried to stand up but felt a pain in her side. I’m really hurt! Aren’t they going to fix me up or something!?
Melissa crawled towards the door. She slowly got up and tried to open it, but it would not move. She cried out in frustration and went back to where she was, grimacing as she moved.
Melissa got back to the spot where she was laying and saw that there a dish of food by it. She looked over the bread and small pile of powder. After a moment she began to eat.
After she was done Melissa laid there. She suddenly felt a wave of nausea. After a few moments her stomach settled down.
I’m hurt but they’re not going to do anything aren’t they? They just going to keep me here in this filth and feed me garbage and let me stew and suffer.
She tried not to cry. Where am I? What’s going to happen to me!? I can’t fight! I never needed to. Those girls, they’re going to pummel me!!!
Melissa laid there as tears ran down her cheeks. She felt several bouts of nausea and tried not to throw up. She curled up into a ball and attempted to push the pain out of her mind.
After a few hours she fell asleep.
Melissa awoke to the sound of the door opening. The man reached in and pulled her up. “Come on,” he said.
The man pulled her back to the cage. Melissa was not struggling as much as before. She numbly looked ahead as she stumbled about.
Melissa was shoved into the cage. She thought she could make out what some of the screaming men were saying but then lost it.
She looked at the other woman and her heart dropped. The woman was taller than her and had brown hair. There were visible muscles on her body, and it was obvious that she was strong.
The woman came up to her and Melissa desperately threw a punch. The woman dodged it and hit back.
Melissa stumbled back and shook her head. The woman hit her two more times and she fell to the floor.
New pain erupted in Melissa, and she felt her old injuries being aggravated some more. No! No! No more! No more of this!!!
Melissa let out a savage cry and leapt up at the other woman. She crawled at her face. The woman shoved her to the floor. Melissa bit her leg and the woman shoved her off her. She then hit Melissa a couple more times and then stomped on her head.
Melissa laid there for a moment and then the woman picked her up. She hit her in the face a couple of times and then pushed her back against one of the sides of the cage. The woman then hit her sending her head back against one of the metal bars that formed the cage.
Melissa started to slide down to the ground, but the woman grabbed her and swung her to the middle of the arena.
Melissa started to get up and the woman threw a punch which she barely dodged. Melissa weakly punched her in the face, but it did not have any effect.
The woman hit her squarely in the face sending out specks of blood into the air. Melissa fell to the floor.
The woman clenched and unclench her fists as Melissa laid there. Melissa then started to crawl away, but the woman grabbed her leg and pulled her to her. She rolled her on to her back and knelled towards her. She then began punching her breasts. Melissa set out an inhuman cry as the symbols of her womanhood were being destroyed. The cheering of the men around the cage grew louder.
The woman stood and then slammed her foot into Melissa’s stomach. Melissa’s whole body convulsed. She coughed several times and had difficulty breathing.
The woman dragged Melissa to one side of the cage. She pulled her up against the bars and began hitting her. Throughout the fight there was no emotion in the woman’s face, just a cold determination.
“Please help me,” Melissa managed to quietly say. “Please . . . somebody help me.”
If anyone heard her, they did not respond.
The muscular woman let Melissa fall to the floor. She then continued to pound at her with her fists drawing blood. Soon she began to stomp on her before going back to her fists. The sound of breaking bones went through the air.
Minutes passed as the muscular woman beat Melissa without any response. Eventually one of the men led her away from the fallen woman.
The man with stubble checked on Melissa and found that she was dead. “Looks like another one for the dump,” he told another man.
The man with stubble grabbed the body by it’s ankles and dragged it from the cage.
Looks like this wasn’t your thing, he thought as he dragged it from the room to be disposed of.
to be continued . . .
As she sat up, she realized that she was not wearing a shirt. What the . . . !? She quickly covered her bare breasts with her arms. She looked down and saw that she was wearing a pair of gray shorts.
What’s going on!? What did they do to me!?
She sat on the floor for several minutes before she heard the sound of the metal door being unlocked.
It opened and a man with a face full of stubble came into the room. “Get up,” he ordered. “Your first round’s about to begin.”
“What?” asked Melissa.
The man did not answer. He just grabbed Melissa by the arm and pulled her to her feet.
He pulled her out of the room and dragged down a hallway with cells lining both sides. He then pushed her through a pair of double doors.
Melissa entered a large room and was hit with a wave of thunderous sound. There were overhead lights that flooded the area with bright light and Melissa covered her eyes as she was blinded.
The man grabbed her arm and pulled her to a large object in the middle of the room. The structure was surrounded by men cheering, yelling, and cursing.
Melissa was pulled along as she still tried to cover her breasts. As she neared the object, she saw that it was a cage. The man pulled her up to a door which was opened by another man and then Melissa was shoved through.
Melissa stumbled and nearly fell over but regained her balance. She looked around in fright and saw that there was another woman standing on the other side of the cage. She had brown hair and was also wearing just a gray pair of shorts.
The woman went over to Melissa who met her in the middle of the cage.
“What’s going on?” asked Melissa. “Where are we?”
Instead of answering the woman punched her in the face. What!?
Melissa stumbled back in shock. She looked up at the woman in a daze. The other woman tried to hit her again but at the last moment Melissa managed to dodge the blow.
Melissa stumbled about. She looked down and saw that her bare foot was touching something on the floor that looked like blood. She instantly pulled her foot back from it and looked up to see the woman coming to hit her again.
Melissa pulled back dodging the punch and her back hit the side of the cage. She saw the face of one of the screaming men inches form her causing her to cry out and pull away.
Melissa ran to the center of the cage and turned to see the woman coming at her.
“Stop, why are you doing this?” asked Melissa as the woman neared her.
“This is a fight,” answered the woman simply. “We fight each other. That’s why we’re here.”
Melissa looked around at the screaming men and realized that the scene looked like a boxing match. What!?
She dodged another punch, but the woman threw another quickly and it hit Melissa. The blow shook her head causing her dirty blond hair to get in her face.
Melissa brushed the hair away, but the woman hit her again sending her up against the side of the cage. The woman held her there. “They will punish us both if we don’t fight,” said the woman. “Fight.” She slammed her knee into Melissa’s pelvis.
Melissa gasped and fell to her knees. The other woman then grabbed her hair and used it to lift her face up which she then hit.
Melissa fell to the floor stunned. Around her there was sounds and movement, but she could not make out what was going on.
Melissa blinked and started to come to as the man with stubble dragged her back to her cell. “I’m glad that I didn’t have money on you,” he said. “Better luck next time, huh?”
He opened the door and threw her in. She heard the door being locked as she laid there feeling sore. What on earth happened to me!? I was in a van going to the city and now . . .
She laid there for a long time before drifting off to sleep.
Some time later, the door opened. Melissa awoke in fright as the man came in. “Time for the next round.”
“No, please,” said Melissa. “I’m still hurt from last time.”
“Doesn’t matter,” said the man grabbing her arm.” Come on.”
He pulled her out of the cell.
“Please, I’m not a fighter,” said Melissa trying her hardest to pull away. “That was the first fight I’ve ever been in!”
“Come on,” ordered the man squeezing her arm. “You’re doing it now. The show’s not going to stop no matter how hurt you are so grow some balls and try to last a few seconds will you?”
Melissa was pulled back into the large room. She felt her heart raced as some of the men looked at her. She thought she heard some of them yell things at her but could not make them out.
Melissa was dragged to the door in the cage. She tried to get out of the man’s grip, but he held her with both of his hands. The door was opened, and she was shoved through.
Melissa stumbled but regained her footing. She looked up and saw a woman with short brown hair standing in the middle of the cage. She looked worn and there was a scar on her face running beneath her left eye and along her nose to her mouth where her skin had been split open. She had a look in her eyes that sent a chill through Melissa.
Melissa tried to back away, but someone rattled the cage sending her forward.
She came up to the woman. “Please,” she begged.
The scarred woman did not say anything. She just threw a punch.
Melissa dodged the blow. She backed away but the woman came at her.
Feeling desperate Melissa threw a punch, the first one of her life. Her fist hit the woman’s face, but it did not seem to have any effect.
The woman hit Melissa back and she reeled from the blow. A dozen thoughts and memories went through her mind as she stumbled back. For a moment she could not think.
The scarred woman came up to her and threw another punch. The blow hit the side of Melissa’s face. She then followed it up with another one.
Melissa stumbled back and fell onto her rear. She regained her senses just in time to see the fist coming at her.
Melissa fell onto her back. The woman grabbed her and pulled her to her feet. She then slammed her fist into her stomach. Melissa gasped for air.
The woman dragged her to one side of the cage and threw her against the chain links. Melissa vaguely noticed being so close to the screaming men.
The woman grabbed her. Melissa tried to break free, but the woman slapped her. She then pulled her head down and slammed Melissa’s face into her knee.
Pain shot through Melissa. I think she broke my nose!
The women threw Melissa down onto the floor of the cage. She then kicked her in the side savagely.
Melissa cried out. She looked up at the woman. “Please stop,” she begged.
The woman slammed her foot in Melissa’s face.
Melissa looked up at the blinding lights. We were going to bring women together for . . . equality.
The woman circled around Melissa. Suddenly Melissa jumped up at her and the woman fell back onto the floor. Melissa threw one punch then around at her. The woman sent a foot into Melissa’s stomach.
Melissa fell back coughing as the scarred woman got to her feet.
Melissa struggled to remain on her feet as her opponent came at her. The woman hit her once then a second time then a third time. Melissa went to the floor and the woman kicked her repeatedly. Please no more, Melissa thought as she curved into a ball. Please stop this! Please!
The woman grabbed Melissa’s hair and used it to raise her face up. She then hit it. Melissa’s blood landed on the floor.
The woman straddled Melissa and began hitting her in the head repeatedly. After a few blows she brought her hands together and rammed them down on her chest causing Melissa to cry out.
Melissa’s vision was blurry as the woman kept punching her head. She tried to hold up her hands to defend herself, but they were pushed aside, and the hitting continued.
She could not tell for how long this continued but Melissa’s vision began to clear up and she saw the other woman stepping away from her.
Melissa looked up at the other woman who then stopped and looked at her with a look of disdain before splitting at her. The scarred woman walked back to her side of the cage as Melissa laid there bleeding and aching.
The man dragged Melissa back to her cell. “Not too good at this aren’t you,” said the man smiling. “Ah well, it’s not like I was betting on you, and I get paid either way.”
He let out a chuckle before opening Melissa’s cell. He then tossed her inside.
Some time later, Melissa began to stir. She opened her eyes and the pain from her injuries flooded over her as did the memories of what happened. Oh my God! It all really happened!
She looked around the room and saw the door. She tried to stand up but felt a pain in her side. I’m really hurt! Aren’t they going to fix me up or something!?
Melissa crawled towards the door. She slowly got up and tried to open it, but it would not move. She cried out in frustration and went back to where she was, grimacing as she moved.
Melissa got back to the spot where she was laying and saw that there a dish of food by it. She looked over the bread and small pile of powder. After a moment she began to eat.
After she was done Melissa laid there. She suddenly felt a wave of nausea. After a few moments her stomach settled down.
I’m hurt but they’re not going to do anything aren’t they? They just going to keep me here in this filth and feed me garbage and let me stew and suffer.
She tried not to cry. Where am I? What’s going to happen to me!? I can’t fight! I never needed to. Those girls, they’re going to pummel me!!!
Melissa laid there as tears ran down her cheeks. She felt several bouts of nausea and tried not to throw up. She curled up into a ball and attempted to push the pain out of her mind.
After a few hours she fell asleep.
Melissa awoke to the sound of the door opening. The man reached in and pulled her up. “Come on,” he said.
The man pulled her back to the cage. Melissa was not struggling as much as before. She numbly looked ahead as she stumbled about.
Melissa was shoved into the cage. She thought she could make out what some of the screaming men were saying but then lost it.
She looked at the other woman and her heart dropped. The woman was taller than her and had brown hair. There were visible muscles on her body, and it was obvious that she was strong.
The woman came up to her and Melissa desperately threw a punch. The woman dodged it and hit back.
Melissa stumbled back and shook her head. The woman hit her two more times and she fell to the floor.
New pain erupted in Melissa, and she felt her old injuries being aggravated some more. No! No! No more! No more of this!!!
Melissa let out a savage cry and leapt up at the other woman. She crawled at her face. The woman shoved her to the floor. Melissa bit her leg and the woman shoved her off her. She then hit Melissa a couple more times and then stomped on her head.
Melissa laid there for a moment and then the woman picked her up. She hit her in the face a couple of times and then pushed her back against one of the sides of the cage. The woman then hit her sending her head back against one of the metal bars that formed the cage.
Melissa started to slide down to the ground, but the woman grabbed her and swung her to the middle of the arena.
Melissa started to get up and the woman threw a punch which she barely dodged. Melissa weakly punched her in the face, but it did not have any effect.
The woman hit her squarely in the face sending out specks of blood into the air. Melissa fell to the floor.
The woman clenched and unclench her fists as Melissa laid there. Melissa then started to crawl away, but the woman grabbed her leg and pulled her to her. She rolled her on to her back and knelled towards her. She then began punching her breasts. Melissa set out an inhuman cry as the symbols of her womanhood were being destroyed. The cheering of the men around the cage grew louder.
The woman stood and then slammed her foot into Melissa’s stomach. Melissa’s whole body convulsed. She coughed several times and had difficulty breathing.
The woman dragged Melissa to one side of the cage. She pulled her up against the bars and began hitting her. Throughout the fight there was no emotion in the woman’s face, just a cold determination.
“Please help me,” Melissa managed to quietly say. “Please . . . somebody help me.”
If anyone heard her, they did not respond.
The muscular woman let Melissa fall to the floor. She then continued to pound at her with her fists drawing blood. Soon she began to stomp on her before going back to her fists. The sound of breaking bones went through the air.
Minutes passed as the muscular woman beat Melissa without any response. Eventually one of the men led her away from the fallen woman.
The man with stubble checked on Melissa and found that she was dead. “Looks like another one for the dump,” he told another man.
The man with stubble grabbed the body by it’s ankles and dragged it from the cage.
Looks like this wasn’t your thing, he thought as he dragged it from the room to be disposed of.
to be continued . . .
Re: The End of Empowerment
Slowly Wendy started to wake up. It took a moment, but her mind joined her body and she realized that she was lying on a bed. Her arms and legs formed an X and when she tried to move them, she found them tied to the corners of the bed. What’s going on!?
With her fear rising she then realized she was naked and started to remember the auction. What did they do to me!?
Wendy looked around the room. It was well furnished with plush carpeting, oak paneling, and high-end art on the walls. Everything in the room said money. There was even classical music playing from an unseen speaker.
As Wendy frantically looked around, she vaguely noted that the bed was comfortable. Where am I!?
A middle-aged blond man approached an older man in a lobby nearby.
“Welcome back, Sir,” said the older man. “Would you like to see our selection? We have a few new acquisitions.”
“Please,” said the blond man holding out his hand.
The older man handed him a folder which he went through. He flipped picture after picture of young women. He stopped when he came to Wendy’s.
“What about her?” asked the middle-aged man. “Is she available?”
“A fine choice, Sir,” said the older man. “We just acquired her. You will be the first customer to enjoy.”
“Short blond hair, I haven’t had that in a while,” said the blond man. He handed the older man back the menu. “I think I’ll have her.”
“Very good, Sir.” The older man led the blond man down a hallway. They went past a number of closed doors until they stopped at one. “Bon Appetit and remember, the entree has been screened to ensure health and cleanliness.”
“Of course, I’ve been coming here a while and I would expect nothing less,” said the blond man.
Wendy looked up as the blond man entered the room. “Who are you?” she asked. “What are you going to do to me?”
“I think that would be oblivious,” said the man as he unzipped his pants.
The comment washed over Wendy. “No,” she quietly said as she was on the verge of crying. “No. No.”
“Yes,” said the man coming over to her. He climbed on top of her as she cried out and tried to break free. “It’s no use. This is going to happen. Just try to enjoy it.”
He put his penis into her, and Wendy cried out. “It no use making noise,” said the man. “No one can hear you.”
The man began thrusting into Wendy. She looked up at the ceiling and noticed the tiles with the complex patterns craved into them. The light that hit them created shadows that moved about. She tried to focus on them.
The man grunted and felt along Wendy’s body. She moaned in despair and shut her eyes as they filled with tears.
The man thrust hard into Wendy causing her to grimace in pain. “Oh yeah,” said the man. “Yeah.” I love this place.
He continued to thrust into her. Wendy tried to think about her friends and family. Memories of good times went through her mind, but the man’s grunts interrupted them. She clenched her fists and tried to block out the world, but it did not work.
The man’s tie flapped about as he moved so he quickly took it off and went back to the rape. He loosen his collar as he continue to thrust.
This can’t be happening, thought Wendy. This isn’t happening. This isn’t happening.
The man ran his mouth along one of Wendy’s breasts. She sobbed in response. The man then ran his hands over her arms. Wendy tried to pull away, but the bindings held.
The man began to thrust harder. No, thought Wendy. No. No.
The blond man let out several grunts. This is good. This is so good! Yes! Yes!!! He then came. He pumped his semen into her. His mouth opened as he rode the climax.
Wendy just laid there as she seemed to watch what was happening from far away. That . . . happened? As the man got off her, she stared up at the ceiling. She felt herself go into shock.
“That was good,” said the blond man. “I really have to say, this place really knows how to pick them.” He zipped up his pants. “You know, a lot of women would love to sleep with a wealthy tech CEO like me. The name’s Ted, by the way.”
He left the room as Cindy laid there feeling a wave of emotions. She began to cry.
Some time later a man dressed in scrubs entered the room pushing a cart.
“Who are you?” asked Wendy. “You got to help me!”
The man did not say anything as he came over to her. He reached towards the cart and took out a moist towelette from a box. He then went over to Wendy and wiped in between her legs.
Wendy shut her eyes as she was touched there again. She tried to block it out but felt a surge of humiliation.
When she opened her eyes, she saw the man take something else off the cart. After a moment she realized that it looked like a turkey baser with clear fluid in it. He came over to her.
“No,” cried Wendy struggling in the bindings. The man did not listen and began to put the object between her legs.
The next day, a middle-aged bald man was lying on top of Wendy. He was thrusting into her with his dick. “Oh yeah,” he cried. “Yeah!!!”
Wendy pulled against the restraints. She shut her eyes, trying to desperately block everything out. This is horrible!
The man continued to thrust when he suddenly began to do so faster. He let out several loud grunts. He reared his head back and looked at the ceiling as he came. He yelled as he pumped his sperm into her.
Tears ran down the young woman’s face. Images of her family went through her mind, and she felt guilt and humiliation.
The man finished and got off her. It’s so nice to let go. He walked over to the table where he left his clothes. As he dressed, he looked back at Wendy who was sobbing. They always find the nicest girls. I really like that one.
Once he was dressed the man left the room.
Now the man in the scrubs is going to clean me, thought Wendy. I hate that!
Two days later, a man with a beard approached Wendy. He was taking his clothes off and was down to his shirt and shorts. Without warning he slapped one of her breasts.
“Ahh,” cried Wendy. After a minute she drew a breath. “Why did you do that?”
“Shut up,” said the man. “You don’t talk.” He slammed his fist into her stomach.
Wendy gasped and convulsed in her bindings. The man then straddled her. He grabbed her breasts and started to nibble on one of the nipples.
Wendy cried out and made other noises. She then closed her eyes and tried to block out the pain.
The man gripped her thigh hard. He ran his mouth along her neck and then bit into her shoulder. Wendy gave a small yelp.
The bearded man thrust into Wendy hard. His grunts mixed with her cries.
He squeezed her breasts with his hands as he thrust. Wendy wanted to tell him to stop but a scream interrupted her. The man let go of her breasts and ran his mouth over them. He gave one nipple a little bite. Wendy screamed.
The man thrust into her giving her an occasional slap as he did so. He gripped her torso, digging his nails into her. She cried out as tears ran down her cheeks.
The man let out animal cries as he thrust mercilessly into Wendy’s vagina. He’s tearing me apart, thought Wendy in terror.
The man savagely struck Wendy’s body as he continued to brutally rape her. He yelled and bits of spit flew out of his mouth.
This went on for a few minutes. The man rode and occasionally inflicted more pain. His movements became faster, and Wendy knew what that meant.
It’s almost over. It’s almost over.
Suddenly the man clenched his body and Wendy felt his semen shoot inside her.
The man gave one final cry and then got off her. As he walked over to the table to dress Wendy laid there as what happened washed over her.
The man did not say anything as he dressed. When he was done, he left the room.
Wendy laid there aching and feeling ravaged. The alcohol that scrubs guy uses is going to burn so much. She turned her head on the pillow it laid on. I just want to go home.
She continued to lay there as she thought about the girl she used to be.
The man with the mustache ran his penis in between Wendy’s breasts. She kept seeing the tip of his member poking up at her face and felt revulsion but did not say anything. She knew that her opinions did not matter.
The man continued to use her breasts. He stopped and maneuvered himself to enter her vagina. He thrust into her letting out a cry of pleasure. Wendy closed her eyes as this happened. After it was done, she opened them and showed no more emotion as he started to thrust in and out of her.
She did not know how long she had been in that place. Most of the men did not talk to her. Almost all of them seemed to dress nicely. While the mustached man thrust hard it was not as painful as the bearded man’s thrusts.
Wendy simply laid there as the rape occurred. She tried to go to another place in her mind but ended up just clearing it, thinking of nothing. She just waited for it to be over.
The man grunted as he continued to thrust. It went on for a few minutes when he began to increase his speed.
Soon he began to ejaculate into her like the other men before him. Wendy tried her hardest not to feel anything as the fluid pour into her. The faces of the other men, so many men, went through her mind. She felt cheap though she had the feeling that everything about the place that she was trapped in was high-end and expensive.
As the man got off her Wendy wanted to curl up into a ball, but the restraints keep her from doing that. She laid there and tried to be numb as the man got dress. Like most before him once he was done using her, he acted like she did not exist.
Soon he left the room and she laid there waiting for the man in the scrubs to come in and clean her for her next use.
A few minutes later, the man came in but instead of a cart like usual he carried just a glass filled with a red liquid.
“Drink this,” said the man holding the glass to Wendy’s mouth.
“What is it?”
“Some fancy wine,” answered the man. “Just drink it.”
Usually she was only given water to drink. After a moment she opened her mouth and let the wine in. She quickly finished the glass.
The man stood back and watched as she began to feel drowsy.
“What . . .,” began Wendy.
“It’s better this way because it’ll make the process smoother,” said the man. “Just let it happen. There’s no use fighting it.”
Wendy shook her head and opened and clenched her hands. She struggled in the bindings as she tried to stay awake but in about a minute, she fell asleep.
Some time later, Wendy awoke and found herself moving. She saw that she was in a room that looked more clinic than a bedroom. She was tied down on a table with wheels. There was a sheet of plastic between her and the table.
“Awake, huh,” said the man in scrubs. He was the one pushing the table. “I guess I got the dosage wrong.”
“Where am I?” asked Wendy looking around. The room had white tiles for floors and a pale white color for walls and the ceiling.
“You’re in the backroom,” answered the man. “It’s where we do the messy stuff.”
“What?” asked Wendy.
“They like to rotate the menu items,” said the man. “Keep things fresh for the clients.” He took out a knife. “Sorry,” he said like he had stepped on her foot.
“No,” Wendy screamed as he held down her head. “No! No!!!” He quickly sliced her throat. She let out a strange sound and her whole body relaxed. She died nearly instantly.
The man watched the blood run from Wendy throat and over the plastic sheet on the table. Some of it dripped on the floor and went down a drain that he had placed the table over.
The man put the knife on a table. Time to drain it. Once that’s done it shouldn’t be too hard to sneak the body out. You would think that security would be tighter. I’ll get it to the client who enjoyed her so much and by tonight she will be in the oven. I’m surprise that this place doesn’t offer this service, but it means more money for me. What’s the matter with a little cannibalism? After all, isn’t this supposed to be a restaurant?
The man then pushed the table towards some hooks hanging by chains from the ceiling which was over another drain. He then undid the restraints on the body and went to work.
to be continued . . .
With her fear rising she then realized she was naked and started to remember the auction. What did they do to me!?
Wendy looked around the room. It was well furnished with plush carpeting, oak paneling, and high-end art on the walls. Everything in the room said money. There was even classical music playing from an unseen speaker.
As Wendy frantically looked around, she vaguely noted that the bed was comfortable. Where am I!?
A middle-aged blond man approached an older man in a lobby nearby.
“Welcome back, Sir,” said the older man. “Would you like to see our selection? We have a few new acquisitions.”
“Please,” said the blond man holding out his hand.
The older man handed him a folder which he went through. He flipped picture after picture of young women. He stopped when he came to Wendy’s.
“What about her?” asked the middle-aged man. “Is she available?”
“A fine choice, Sir,” said the older man. “We just acquired her. You will be the first customer to enjoy.”
“Short blond hair, I haven’t had that in a while,” said the blond man. He handed the older man back the menu. “I think I’ll have her.”
“Very good, Sir.” The older man led the blond man down a hallway. They went past a number of closed doors until they stopped at one. “Bon Appetit and remember, the entree has been screened to ensure health and cleanliness.”
“Of course, I’ve been coming here a while and I would expect nothing less,” said the blond man.
Wendy looked up as the blond man entered the room. “Who are you?” she asked. “What are you going to do to me?”
“I think that would be oblivious,” said the man as he unzipped his pants.
The comment washed over Wendy. “No,” she quietly said as she was on the verge of crying. “No. No.”
“Yes,” said the man coming over to her. He climbed on top of her as she cried out and tried to break free. “It’s no use. This is going to happen. Just try to enjoy it.”
He put his penis into her, and Wendy cried out. “It no use making noise,” said the man. “No one can hear you.”
The man began thrusting into Wendy. She looked up at the ceiling and noticed the tiles with the complex patterns craved into them. The light that hit them created shadows that moved about. She tried to focus on them.
The man grunted and felt along Wendy’s body. She moaned in despair and shut her eyes as they filled with tears.
The man thrust hard into Wendy causing her to grimace in pain. “Oh yeah,” said the man. “Yeah.” I love this place.
He continued to thrust into her. Wendy tried to think about her friends and family. Memories of good times went through her mind, but the man’s grunts interrupted them. She clenched her fists and tried to block out the world, but it did not work.
The man’s tie flapped about as he moved so he quickly took it off and went back to the rape. He loosen his collar as he continue to thrust.
This can’t be happening, thought Wendy. This isn’t happening. This isn’t happening.
The man ran his mouth along one of Wendy’s breasts. She sobbed in response. The man then ran his hands over her arms. Wendy tried to pull away, but the bindings held.
The man began to thrust harder. No, thought Wendy. No. No.
The blond man let out several grunts. This is good. This is so good! Yes! Yes!!! He then came. He pumped his semen into her. His mouth opened as he rode the climax.
Wendy just laid there as she seemed to watch what was happening from far away. That . . . happened? As the man got off her, she stared up at the ceiling. She felt herself go into shock.
“That was good,” said the blond man. “I really have to say, this place really knows how to pick them.” He zipped up his pants. “You know, a lot of women would love to sleep with a wealthy tech CEO like me. The name’s Ted, by the way.”
He left the room as Cindy laid there feeling a wave of emotions. She began to cry.
Some time later a man dressed in scrubs entered the room pushing a cart.
“Who are you?” asked Wendy. “You got to help me!”
The man did not say anything as he came over to her. He reached towards the cart and took out a moist towelette from a box. He then went over to Wendy and wiped in between her legs.
Wendy shut her eyes as she was touched there again. She tried to block it out but felt a surge of humiliation.
When she opened her eyes, she saw the man take something else off the cart. After a moment she realized that it looked like a turkey baser with clear fluid in it. He came over to her.
“No,” cried Wendy struggling in the bindings. The man did not listen and began to put the object between her legs.
The next day, a middle-aged bald man was lying on top of Wendy. He was thrusting into her with his dick. “Oh yeah,” he cried. “Yeah!!!”
Wendy pulled against the restraints. She shut her eyes, trying to desperately block everything out. This is horrible!
The man continued to thrust when he suddenly began to do so faster. He let out several loud grunts. He reared his head back and looked at the ceiling as he came. He yelled as he pumped his sperm into her.
Tears ran down the young woman’s face. Images of her family went through her mind, and she felt guilt and humiliation.
The man finished and got off her. It’s so nice to let go. He walked over to the table where he left his clothes. As he dressed, he looked back at Wendy who was sobbing. They always find the nicest girls. I really like that one.
Once he was dressed the man left the room.
Now the man in the scrubs is going to clean me, thought Wendy. I hate that!
Two days later, a man with a beard approached Wendy. He was taking his clothes off and was down to his shirt and shorts. Without warning he slapped one of her breasts.
“Ahh,” cried Wendy. After a minute she drew a breath. “Why did you do that?”
“Shut up,” said the man. “You don’t talk.” He slammed his fist into her stomach.
Wendy gasped and convulsed in her bindings. The man then straddled her. He grabbed her breasts and started to nibble on one of the nipples.
Wendy cried out and made other noises. She then closed her eyes and tried to block out the pain.
The man gripped her thigh hard. He ran his mouth along her neck and then bit into her shoulder. Wendy gave a small yelp.
The bearded man thrust into Wendy hard. His grunts mixed with her cries.
He squeezed her breasts with his hands as he thrust. Wendy wanted to tell him to stop but a scream interrupted her. The man let go of her breasts and ran his mouth over them. He gave one nipple a little bite. Wendy screamed.
The man thrust into her giving her an occasional slap as he did so. He gripped her torso, digging his nails into her. She cried out as tears ran down her cheeks.
The man let out animal cries as he thrust mercilessly into Wendy’s vagina. He’s tearing me apart, thought Wendy in terror.
The man savagely struck Wendy’s body as he continued to brutally rape her. He yelled and bits of spit flew out of his mouth.
This went on for a few minutes. The man rode and occasionally inflicted more pain. His movements became faster, and Wendy knew what that meant.
It’s almost over. It’s almost over.
Suddenly the man clenched his body and Wendy felt his semen shoot inside her.
The man gave one final cry and then got off her. As he walked over to the table to dress Wendy laid there as what happened washed over her.
The man did not say anything as he dressed. When he was done, he left the room.
Wendy laid there aching and feeling ravaged. The alcohol that scrubs guy uses is going to burn so much. She turned her head on the pillow it laid on. I just want to go home.
She continued to lay there as she thought about the girl she used to be.
The man with the mustache ran his penis in between Wendy’s breasts. She kept seeing the tip of his member poking up at her face and felt revulsion but did not say anything. She knew that her opinions did not matter.
The man continued to use her breasts. He stopped and maneuvered himself to enter her vagina. He thrust into her letting out a cry of pleasure. Wendy closed her eyes as this happened. After it was done, she opened them and showed no more emotion as he started to thrust in and out of her.
She did not know how long she had been in that place. Most of the men did not talk to her. Almost all of them seemed to dress nicely. While the mustached man thrust hard it was not as painful as the bearded man’s thrusts.
Wendy simply laid there as the rape occurred. She tried to go to another place in her mind but ended up just clearing it, thinking of nothing. She just waited for it to be over.
The man grunted as he continued to thrust. It went on for a few minutes when he began to increase his speed.
Soon he began to ejaculate into her like the other men before him. Wendy tried her hardest not to feel anything as the fluid pour into her. The faces of the other men, so many men, went through her mind. She felt cheap though she had the feeling that everything about the place that she was trapped in was high-end and expensive.
As the man got off her Wendy wanted to curl up into a ball, but the restraints keep her from doing that. She laid there and tried to be numb as the man got dress. Like most before him once he was done using her, he acted like she did not exist.
Soon he left the room and she laid there waiting for the man in the scrubs to come in and clean her for her next use.
A few minutes later, the man came in but instead of a cart like usual he carried just a glass filled with a red liquid.
“Drink this,” said the man holding the glass to Wendy’s mouth.
“What is it?”
“Some fancy wine,” answered the man. “Just drink it.”
Usually she was only given water to drink. After a moment she opened her mouth and let the wine in. She quickly finished the glass.
The man stood back and watched as she began to feel drowsy.
“What . . .,” began Wendy.
“It’s better this way because it’ll make the process smoother,” said the man. “Just let it happen. There’s no use fighting it.”
Wendy shook her head and opened and clenched her hands. She struggled in the bindings as she tried to stay awake but in about a minute, she fell asleep.
Some time later, Wendy awoke and found herself moving. She saw that she was in a room that looked more clinic than a bedroom. She was tied down on a table with wheels. There was a sheet of plastic between her and the table.
“Awake, huh,” said the man in scrubs. He was the one pushing the table. “I guess I got the dosage wrong.”
“Where am I?” asked Wendy looking around. The room had white tiles for floors and a pale white color for walls and the ceiling.
“You’re in the backroom,” answered the man. “It’s where we do the messy stuff.”
“What?” asked Wendy.
“They like to rotate the menu items,” said the man. “Keep things fresh for the clients.” He took out a knife. “Sorry,” he said like he had stepped on her foot.
“No,” Wendy screamed as he held down her head. “No! No!!!” He quickly sliced her throat. She let out a strange sound and her whole body relaxed. She died nearly instantly.
The man watched the blood run from Wendy throat and over the plastic sheet on the table. Some of it dripped on the floor and went down a drain that he had placed the table over.
The man put the knife on a table. Time to drain it. Once that’s done it shouldn’t be too hard to sneak the body out. You would think that security would be tighter. I’ll get it to the client who enjoyed her so much and by tonight she will be in the oven. I’m surprise that this place doesn’t offer this service, but it means more money for me. What’s the matter with a little cannibalism? After all, isn’t this supposed to be a restaurant?
The man then pushed the table towards some hooks hanging by chains from the ceiling which was over another drain. He then undid the restraints on the body and went to work.
to be continued . . .
Re: The End of Empowerment
A car went down a rocky road. It bumped along as it went over the uneven terrain. After a few minutes it reached a cabin out in the middle of nowhere.
The driver got out and went around to the trunk. He opened it to reveal a black-haired woman looking up at him.
“Get over here,” ordered the man. He grabbed Liz by the arm and dragged her out.
Liz’s bare feet went over some sharp rocks as she was dragged along. She felt a chill because she was only wearing a shirt and her panties. They went over to the cabin.
The man swung her onto the floor when they got in.
“Who are you?” asked Liz looking around. “What are you going to do to me?”
“What we are going to do is spend some time outdoors,” answered the man.
Are we going to go on a hike? wondered Liz. She spotted the hallway behind her, and she turned back to the man who was locking the front door.
Without saying anything, Liz darted from the room. She ran down the hallway and looked into one room then another. Both rooms did not have a way out. Liz went further down the hall and spotted a door. She tried to open it, but the nob would not turn. Locked!
She turned around in time to see the man come at her. He grabbed her and as they struggled his baseball hat came off. He swung her at the wall. She struck it but still fought him.
“Let me go,” cried Liz.
“Quiet,” ordered the man. He punched her in the stomach.
Liz gasped and fell to the floor clenching her stomach. The man put a boot clad foot on her back.
“Now that we have established who the top dog is, you’re going to listen to what I have to say,” said the man.
Liz felt anger rise in her. She grabbed the man’s other leg and pulled it out from beneath him. He fell down and Liz ran off, but the man grabbed her ankles causing her to fall face first on the floor. He grabbed the back of her shirt and pulled her to her knees. The man raised her face and slapped it three times. As Liz held onto his arm, he used his free hand to grab her neck.
“Listen and listen good, Missy,” snarled the man. “You’re going to do what you’re told even if I have to beat the instructions into you. Got it?”
Liz managed to nod.
“Good,” said the man. He threw her onto the floor.
After letting Liz laid there for a moment the man grabbed her by her hair and dragged her back to the living room.
The man let go of Liz and sat down on the chair. She knelled on the floor. “Here’s how it’s going to go,” said the man. “I’m going to take you to this nice place, lots of pretty scenery, and I’m going to let you go. You go into the woods and after a few minutes I come after you. The point is to see if I can catch you.”
“You’re going to hunt me?” asked Liz incredulously.
“Men are always hunting women,” said the man. “Why do it at bars or nightclubs when I can do it in nature, where God intended man to be a hunter?”
“You’re insane,” cried Liz.
The man started to get out of his seat which caused Liz to curl into a ball. “You mind your tongue,” said the man. “Out here, what I say goes.” He sat back down. “Now, I’m a fair man, I will give you a couple minutes of a head start and if you can make it to civilization, you can go free.”
“What if you catch me?”
The Hunter smiled. “Then I’ll do with you what I want.”
Liz shuddered. This can’t be happening!
The Hunter stood up. “Before we start, I’m going to get something to eat.” He went over to a cabinet and reached inside. Liz looked at the front door, but the Hunter shot her a look, and she froze. He opened a bag of nuts and began to eat them. “Nothing like getting back to nature.”
The man’s car came to a clearing surrounded by tall trees. He got out and went over to the trunk and pulled out Liz. He marched her into the center of the clearing.
“You got five minutes,” said the Hunter. “Go!”
Liz gave him a look but said nothing. She ran off and headed to a group of trees in front of them.
The man stood there and checked his watch. This is the way it ought to be.
Liz ran through the woods. She felt twigs and rocks stab at her feet but kept moving. She went up to a tree and leaned against it. I wish I exercised more or better yet jogged. She looked frantically around. There’s got to be someone around, campers or something!
She started running again and was already starting to feel winded. Occasionally she heard something that sounded like a bird but there was not a living creature in sight.
I’ve got to find some place to stay before it gets dark. I’ll freeze dressed like this.
She ran through the forest for several minutes. She tried to look for signs of another person especially the Hunter, but it seemed like she was all alone.
Suddenly she came up to a fallen tree. She looked around and it seemed like the tree was pushed over by a storm or something else. After a moment she crawled under it. I can wait him out here. He won’t see me and maybe he’ll go back once it gets dark.
Liz managed to push herself into the small space under the tree. The rough bark dug into her skin, but she maneuvered into place. Once she felt that she could not be seen she froze. Now I just have to wait.
Several minutes passed and there was no movement in the woods. No sounds that came from animals. None of the tall grass moved.
Where is he? She looked out from beneath the tree but saw nothing.
Liz waited several more minutes. Time seemed to drag on. She thought about her family and how she thought she was only going away for the weekend. She thought about Jill and the others. What happened to them? Are they being hunted to or is something . . . else happening to them?
Liz clenched the tree and waited. The image of the Hunter’s face went through her mind and her heart raced. She tried to push the image away, but it would not go.
Time passed and Liz became restless. She tried to calm herself down, but the face of the Hunter kept flashing through her mind. She remembered the auction, but it seemed like a blur. The only thing she remembered was being moved around by the men in masks and being put in front of the camera.
Suddenly Liz thought she heard something. She peeked out from beneath the tree but saw nothing. Her heart raced. Liz gripped the hard surface of the tree and waited.
After a few minutes nothing happened, and Liz peeked out again. There was no one around.
Liz let out a deep breath and continued to wait.
Some time later, Liz poked her head out and she saw no one in the area. Did he go back? How long has it been? Would he wait long?
Curious, she started to crawl out from beneath the tree. Suddenly the large tree rolled away from her. She cried out and darted away as the tree ended up in a new position.
Liz looked back at the tree. The one end must have been perched on a rock or something. She looked underneath it and found that the little space that she was hiding in was gone.
She grabbed it and tried to roll it back into position, but it was too heavy. No! I had a place to hide!
Liz cried out and struck the tree in frustration. After a moment she looked around and ran off.
Liz ran through the forest for a while. As she made her way through some tall grass she stopped. In front of her was a gray wolf. At first it just stood there but then started to growl.
Liz’s heart thundered in her chest. She slowly backed away. Please don’t bite. Please don’t.
She backed around a tree and then turned around. She ran off.
Liz stepped over a log and continued to move through the woods. She looked around and did not see anyone. She was breathing heavily and briefly wondered if she was having a heart attack. You’re not even 35. Calm down.
She went through a spiderweb and cried out. As she was brushing it out of her hair she went around a tree and stopped. She thought she saw movement ahead. Suddenly she heard a sound that sounded like a twig breaking.
It’s him! He’s found me!!!
Liz turned around and ran away in a burst of speed.
Liz went around one tree then another. She banged her shoulder as she went pass a tree but still kept going. She frantically looked around. She ran over a rock and still kept going.
Suddenly something grabbed her ankle and she shot right into the air. Liz cried out and swung her arms as she realized that she was now upside down. The ground below her was out of reach.
What the . . !?
After a few seconds she saw that she was in some sort of trap. She looked up at her foot and saw that a loop of rope was around her ankle and was connected to a line that went up to a tree.
She wanted to call out but stopped herself. She reached up to the rope around her ankle and tried to untie it but could not.
Liz hung there for what seemed like an hour. She twisted about as she did so.
Suddenly a figure came into view. The Hunter smiled up at her. “Look what I caught,” he said.
Liz said nothing as she felt despair.
The Hunter put his rifle up against a tree and then went around the one where the line holding Liz led to.
After a moment, the rope of the snare gave way and Liz fell to the ground.
She started to get on to her hands and knees, but the Hunter was on her. “Now to do what I want with you,” he said.
The Hunter turned her on to her back and shoved her down onto the ground. He grabbed her panties and started to pull them down.
“No,” cried Jill as she struggled. “No! No!”
The Hunter slapped her in the face. “Like I said, what I say goes.”
He grabbed her wrists and after a little maneuvering he put his penis inside her.
Liz cried out in despair.
The man began to thrust into her. He made a bunch of grunts as he raped her. Wild thoughts and images went through his head.
Liz cried out again and again. Every so often she would cry no. Her butt was pressed hard against the dirt. She looked at the trees surrounding them and tried to focus on them but could not ignore the Hunter and what he was doing.
The Hunter made some strange sounds at Liz, like he was trying to talk but could not. He gripped her wrists hard and forced them down. He let go of one wrist and grabbed her shoulder. While he was doing this, he kept thrusting into her.
The rape continued for several more minutes. Suddenly the Hunter quicken his movements. He repeatedly cried out. He then closed his eyes as he began to come.
Liz shut her own eyes and screamed as she felt him ejaculate into her. For a moment they froze as the man orgasmed. He felt his pleasure go over him.
After a moment the man looked down at Liz. He had let go of her and her arms fell to the ground. Tears welled up in her eyes, but she stopped herself from crying.
The Hunter got off her and zipped up his pants. Liz just laid there.
“That was good,” said the Hunter. “I usually get them one way or another.” He picked up his rifle. “Either with a trang from old Bessy here or one of my traps. It usually goes down like that.”
The Hunter looked around. “You know, I’m having such a great time I think I’ll let it go on for a little more. You take off again and I start to find you. We’ll see how long you can last this time.”
The Hunter walked off leaving Liz who had wrapped her arms around herself.
Minutes passed and then Liz finally moved. She got to her feet and her pelvis ached. She walked away from the spot where she laid and felt his semen in her. She wanted to find a river to clean herself, to take a shower for a year, to burn her panties but Liz forced herself to keep walking.
After a long walk through a group of trees close together Liz came to a small clearing. She stumbled a bit because she was still sore. She wanted to sit down but kept moving.
Liz went through the clearing and after a second her foot felt something on the ground. She looked down and saw that she had stepped on a plastic bag. Liz looked closer and saw that it was an empty bag of pork rinds. Feeling hope blossoming in her Liz went forward. After a minute she found another empty bag. This one was for cheese puffs.
Liz followed a trail of litter imagining the campers it might lead to. They have to be still here! They have to be!
Liz went pass another tree and went through a bush. She found a gum wrapper on the ground and then heard music playing dimly in the distance.
Liz ran towards the music. She went through some branches to pop out into a clearing where a small boombox played.
Standing next to the boombox was the Hunter with his rifle raised. “Did you find my trail?”
Liz felt her hope die and had to stop herself from crying. Instinctively she held up her hands.
The Hunter took aim and Liz imagined herself unconscious and maybe being raped again.
There was a loud bang and Liz felt something punch her in the chest by her heart. Looking down in shock Liz saw a spot of red growing on her shirt.
“I guess I wasn’t packing tranquilizers after all,” said the Hunter smiling.
Liz fell down on to the ground. The Hunter went up to her. He pointed the rifle where he hit her before. She looked up at him in shock. “Good hunt,” he said. He fired again.
Liz’s body jerked and then her head rolled to the side with her eyes open. She was dead.
The Hunter quickly took out a small camera. He took a picture of her dead face. Another one to add to the collection.
The Hunter took out a rope and tied it around Liz’s ankles. Working for a nature preserve has it’s perks. One thing, it has hundreds of arches to hide a body.
The Hunter walked away pulling the body with him leaving a trail of blood as he went.
to be continued . . .
The driver got out and went around to the trunk. He opened it to reveal a black-haired woman looking up at him.
“Get over here,” ordered the man. He grabbed Liz by the arm and dragged her out.
Liz’s bare feet went over some sharp rocks as she was dragged along. She felt a chill because she was only wearing a shirt and her panties. They went over to the cabin.
The man swung her onto the floor when they got in.
“Who are you?” asked Liz looking around. “What are you going to do to me?”
“What we are going to do is spend some time outdoors,” answered the man.
Are we going to go on a hike? wondered Liz. She spotted the hallway behind her, and she turned back to the man who was locking the front door.
Without saying anything, Liz darted from the room. She ran down the hallway and looked into one room then another. Both rooms did not have a way out. Liz went further down the hall and spotted a door. She tried to open it, but the nob would not turn. Locked!
She turned around in time to see the man come at her. He grabbed her and as they struggled his baseball hat came off. He swung her at the wall. She struck it but still fought him.
“Let me go,” cried Liz.
“Quiet,” ordered the man. He punched her in the stomach.
Liz gasped and fell to the floor clenching her stomach. The man put a boot clad foot on her back.
“Now that we have established who the top dog is, you’re going to listen to what I have to say,” said the man.
Liz felt anger rise in her. She grabbed the man’s other leg and pulled it out from beneath him. He fell down and Liz ran off, but the man grabbed her ankles causing her to fall face first on the floor. He grabbed the back of her shirt and pulled her to her knees. The man raised her face and slapped it three times. As Liz held onto his arm, he used his free hand to grab her neck.
“Listen and listen good, Missy,” snarled the man. “You’re going to do what you’re told even if I have to beat the instructions into you. Got it?”
Liz managed to nod.
“Good,” said the man. He threw her onto the floor.
After letting Liz laid there for a moment the man grabbed her by her hair and dragged her back to the living room.
The man let go of Liz and sat down on the chair. She knelled on the floor. “Here’s how it’s going to go,” said the man. “I’m going to take you to this nice place, lots of pretty scenery, and I’m going to let you go. You go into the woods and after a few minutes I come after you. The point is to see if I can catch you.”
“You’re going to hunt me?” asked Liz incredulously.
“Men are always hunting women,” said the man. “Why do it at bars or nightclubs when I can do it in nature, where God intended man to be a hunter?”
“You’re insane,” cried Liz.
The man started to get out of his seat which caused Liz to curl into a ball. “You mind your tongue,” said the man. “Out here, what I say goes.” He sat back down. “Now, I’m a fair man, I will give you a couple minutes of a head start and if you can make it to civilization, you can go free.”
“What if you catch me?”
The Hunter smiled. “Then I’ll do with you what I want.”
Liz shuddered. This can’t be happening!
The Hunter stood up. “Before we start, I’m going to get something to eat.” He went over to a cabinet and reached inside. Liz looked at the front door, but the Hunter shot her a look, and she froze. He opened a bag of nuts and began to eat them. “Nothing like getting back to nature.”
The man’s car came to a clearing surrounded by tall trees. He got out and went over to the trunk and pulled out Liz. He marched her into the center of the clearing.
“You got five minutes,” said the Hunter. “Go!”
Liz gave him a look but said nothing. She ran off and headed to a group of trees in front of them.
The man stood there and checked his watch. This is the way it ought to be.
Liz ran through the woods. She felt twigs and rocks stab at her feet but kept moving. She went up to a tree and leaned against it. I wish I exercised more or better yet jogged. She looked frantically around. There’s got to be someone around, campers or something!
She started running again and was already starting to feel winded. Occasionally she heard something that sounded like a bird but there was not a living creature in sight.
I’ve got to find some place to stay before it gets dark. I’ll freeze dressed like this.
She ran through the forest for several minutes. She tried to look for signs of another person especially the Hunter, but it seemed like she was all alone.
Suddenly she came up to a fallen tree. She looked around and it seemed like the tree was pushed over by a storm or something else. After a moment she crawled under it. I can wait him out here. He won’t see me and maybe he’ll go back once it gets dark.
Liz managed to push herself into the small space under the tree. The rough bark dug into her skin, but she maneuvered into place. Once she felt that she could not be seen she froze. Now I just have to wait.
Several minutes passed and there was no movement in the woods. No sounds that came from animals. None of the tall grass moved.
Where is he? She looked out from beneath the tree but saw nothing.
Liz waited several more minutes. Time seemed to drag on. She thought about her family and how she thought she was only going away for the weekend. She thought about Jill and the others. What happened to them? Are they being hunted to or is something . . . else happening to them?
Liz clenched the tree and waited. The image of the Hunter’s face went through her mind and her heart raced. She tried to push the image away, but it would not go.
Time passed and Liz became restless. She tried to calm herself down, but the face of the Hunter kept flashing through her mind. She remembered the auction, but it seemed like a blur. The only thing she remembered was being moved around by the men in masks and being put in front of the camera.
Suddenly Liz thought she heard something. She peeked out from beneath the tree but saw nothing. Her heart raced. Liz gripped the hard surface of the tree and waited.
After a few minutes nothing happened, and Liz peeked out again. There was no one around.
Liz let out a deep breath and continued to wait.
Some time later, Liz poked her head out and she saw no one in the area. Did he go back? How long has it been? Would he wait long?
Curious, she started to crawl out from beneath the tree. Suddenly the large tree rolled away from her. She cried out and darted away as the tree ended up in a new position.
Liz looked back at the tree. The one end must have been perched on a rock or something. She looked underneath it and found that the little space that she was hiding in was gone.
She grabbed it and tried to roll it back into position, but it was too heavy. No! I had a place to hide!
Liz cried out and struck the tree in frustration. After a moment she looked around and ran off.
Liz ran through the forest for a while. As she made her way through some tall grass she stopped. In front of her was a gray wolf. At first it just stood there but then started to growl.
Liz’s heart thundered in her chest. She slowly backed away. Please don’t bite. Please don’t.
She backed around a tree and then turned around. She ran off.
Liz stepped over a log and continued to move through the woods. She looked around and did not see anyone. She was breathing heavily and briefly wondered if she was having a heart attack. You’re not even 35. Calm down.
She went through a spiderweb and cried out. As she was brushing it out of her hair she went around a tree and stopped. She thought she saw movement ahead. Suddenly she heard a sound that sounded like a twig breaking.
It’s him! He’s found me!!!
Liz turned around and ran away in a burst of speed.
Liz went around one tree then another. She banged her shoulder as she went pass a tree but still kept going. She frantically looked around. She ran over a rock and still kept going.
Suddenly something grabbed her ankle and she shot right into the air. Liz cried out and swung her arms as she realized that she was now upside down. The ground below her was out of reach.
What the . . !?
After a few seconds she saw that she was in some sort of trap. She looked up at her foot and saw that a loop of rope was around her ankle and was connected to a line that went up to a tree.
She wanted to call out but stopped herself. She reached up to the rope around her ankle and tried to untie it but could not.
Liz hung there for what seemed like an hour. She twisted about as she did so.
Suddenly a figure came into view. The Hunter smiled up at her. “Look what I caught,” he said.
Liz said nothing as she felt despair.
The Hunter put his rifle up against a tree and then went around the one where the line holding Liz led to.
After a moment, the rope of the snare gave way and Liz fell to the ground.
She started to get on to her hands and knees, but the Hunter was on her. “Now to do what I want with you,” he said.
The Hunter turned her on to her back and shoved her down onto the ground. He grabbed her panties and started to pull them down.
“No,” cried Jill as she struggled. “No! No!”
The Hunter slapped her in the face. “Like I said, what I say goes.”
He grabbed her wrists and after a little maneuvering he put his penis inside her.
Liz cried out in despair.
The man began to thrust into her. He made a bunch of grunts as he raped her. Wild thoughts and images went through his head.
Liz cried out again and again. Every so often she would cry no. Her butt was pressed hard against the dirt. She looked at the trees surrounding them and tried to focus on them but could not ignore the Hunter and what he was doing.
The Hunter made some strange sounds at Liz, like he was trying to talk but could not. He gripped her wrists hard and forced them down. He let go of one wrist and grabbed her shoulder. While he was doing this, he kept thrusting into her.
The rape continued for several more minutes. Suddenly the Hunter quicken his movements. He repeatedly cried out. He then closed his eyes as he began to come.
Liz shut her own eyes and screamed as she felt him ejaculate into her. For a moment they froze as the man orgasmed. He felt his pleasure go over him.
After a moment the man looked down at Liz. He had let go of her and her arms fell to the ground. Tears welled up in her eyes, but she stopped herself from crying.
The Hunter got off her and zipped up his pants. Liz just laid there.
“That was good,” said the Hunter. “I usually get them one way or another.” He picked up his rifle. “Either with a trang from old Bessy here or one of my traps. It usually goes down like that.”
The Hunter looked around. “You know, I’m having such a great time I think I’ll let it go on for a little more. You take off again and I start to find you. We’ll see how long you can last this time.”
The Hunter walked off leaving Liz who had wrapped her arms around herself.
Minutes passed and then Liz finally moved. She got to her feet and her pelvis ached. She walked away from the spot where she laid and felt his semen in her. She wanted to find a river to clean herself, to take a shower for a year, to burn her panties but Liz forced herself to keep walking.
After a long walk through a group of trees close together Liz came to a small clearing. She stumbled a bit because she was still sore. She wanted to sit down but kept moving.
Liz went through the clearing and after a second her foot felt something on the ground. She looked down and saw that she had stepped on a plastic bag. Liz looked closer and saw that it was an empty bag of pork rinds. Feeling hope blossoming in her Liz went forward. After a minute she found another empty bag. This one was for cheese puffs.
Liz followed a trail of litter imagining the campers it might lead to. They have to be still here! They have to be!
Liz went pass another tree and went through a bush. She found a gum wrapper on the ground and then heard music playing dimly in the distance.
Liz ran towards the music. She went through some branches to pop out into a clearing where a small boombox played.
Standing next to the boombox was the Hunter with his rifle raised. “Did you find my trail?”
Liz felt her hope die and had to stop herself from crying. Instinctively she held up her hands.
The Hunter took aim and Liz imagined herself unconscious and maybe being raped again.
There was a loud bang and Liz felt something punch her in the chest by her heart. Looking down in shock Liz saw a spot of red growing on her shirt.
“I guess I wasn’t packing tranquilizers after all,” said the Hunter smiling.
Liz fell down on to the ground. The Hunter went up to her. He pointed the rifle where he hit her before. She looked up at him in shock. “Good hunt,” he said. He fired again.
Liz’s body jerked and then her head rolled to the side with her eyes open. She was dead.
The Hunter quickly took out a small camera. He took a picture of her dead face. Another one to add to the collection.
The Hunter took out a rope and tied it around Liz’s ankles. Working for a nature preserve has it’s perks. One thing, it has hundreds of arches to hide a body.
The Hunter walked away pulling the body with him leaving a trail of blood as he went.
to be continued . . .
Re: The End of Empowerment
Daphne woke up. She looked around but there was barely any light in the room. Where am I!?
She realized that she was naked and tried to cover herself with her hands. She started to get up when she heard footsteps. It took her a moment to realized that they were coming from outside her room.
Daphne sat there. After a couple of minutes her eyes adjusted, and she saw that she was in a cell like room with a metal door.
Time passed and she became more afraid. Are they just going to leave me here!?
After what seemed like hours the heavy door opened flooding Daphne’s new universe in light.
She covered her eyes as a figure came into the room. “What’s going on,” asked Daphne.
“Shut up,” said a man. “Get out here.”
A strong hand grabbed Daphne’s arm and the Asian was pulled on to her feet and out of the room.
Daphne eyes began to adjust as she stumbled into a hallway. She desperately looked around trying to understand what was happening.
The hallway was only slightly brighter than the cell. The man dragged her to a door at the end of it.
Once they were at the door, he opened it and shoved her through. It’s showtime, thought the man.
Daphne was shocked to see that she was on a stage. Bright lights shone down on her and out in the distance were groups of shadowy figures sitting at tables.
Mortified Daphne tried to cover herself up, but she was grabbed by a man wearing black leather pants and a mask. He dragged her to a part of the stage near the crowd.
“No, stop it,” Daphne said struggling. “Let go!”
“Quiet,” ordered the masked man. He pushed her to a device.
Daphne fell on to the object before she could see what it was. The man then grabbed her and lifted her off her feet.
Daphne struggled and hit the man. What’s going on!?
The man put her on the device and started to strap her arms and legs in. As he did so she realized that she was being fasten to a rack. What the . ?
The man turned to the audience. “Ladies and fiends, we can now begin tonight’s show.”
The man turned back to Daphne who was looking at the crowd terrified. The man grabbed a wheel by the side of the rack and began to turn it. The chains attached to the cuffs on Daphne’s wrists and ankles were pulled. She felt her arms and legs being stretched and discomfort go through her. “No!”
The man said nothing as he continued to turn the wheel.
The tension in Daphne’s arms and legs grew as the chain pulled on them. She clenched her teeth as she felt herself become taught. This can’t be happening!
The man grunted as he worked. There were the occasional murmurs from the crowd, but they were mostly silent.
Daphne’s back was raised off the rack and her discomfort turned to pain. She let out a cry.
The man continued to turn the wheel.
“Ahhh,” cried Daphne. “Stop it! Please!” The pain in her limps increased. He body was being pulled more and more.
With a final grunt the man stopped and looked at his work.
Daphne was pulled taught and laid there straight as a board. She closed her eyes and closed her fists as she tried to get through the pain she was feeling.
The man reached out and ran a hand down her chest. She cried out as he reached her breasts. She tried to shake his hand off but could not move.
The masked man bent down and picked up something that had been laid beside the rack. He came back up with a number of clips attached to wires. He attached two to her breasts and then after a moment attached the remaining one in between her legs. Daphne cried out as he did so.
The man turned to the crowd and then bent down to a device on the floor. He flipped the switch.
Suddenly Daphne felt a new pain. “Ahhh!” Her body jerked as the electricity coursed through her.
The minutes that went by felt like hours. The man then turned the voltage up.
The pain radiated from the areas with the clips attached. She shook her head. She wanted to beg them to stop but all that came out were screams.
The man raised the voltage again.
Daphne’s whole body jerked up and down. “Ahhh!!!” She desperately tried to say something, but it all came out as gibberish.
Suddenly the pain became worst as the voltage increased. Daphne just continuously shrieked as she lost the ability to think. She pulled at the cuffs holding her with strength born from the pain causing them to dig into her. Her body repeatedly thrust into the air. Some part of her vaguely noted that she peed a little.
After a moment, Daphne realized that the pain had stopped. She soon regained the ability to recognize what she was seeing. The man was giving a bow as the audience applauded.
Daphne then realized that the cuffs were being opened and she looked up to see the man who had dragged her from her cell was the one doing it.
The man pulled her from the rack and dragged her back to the door in the back of the stage. They passed another man who was leading a red-haired woman through the door. There was a look of resignation on her face.
Daphne could not walk with the pain in between her legs so her knees were pulled against the floor. She looked up at the other woman desperate for help, but she just went pass.
The man brought her back to her cell. He opened the door and shoved her in. The sound of it locking could be heard after the door was closed.
Daphne curled herself into a ball on the floor. Why did they do that to me?
The next day the door opened. “Let’s go,” said the man who came to get her.
Daphne was dragged to the stage. There was a glass case in the center and Daphne was pulled towards it. Her heart raced as she could not even guess what was going to happen to her in there.
Daphne was put inside the case. As soon as the lid was closed, she noticed that the air around her was getting warmer. She looked around frantically and noticed that there were hoses attached to the bottom of the plane behind her. She bent down and felt around them. Jets of hot air hit her fingers.
The air got hotter. Daphne turned back to face the audience After a few minutes she felt a layer of perspiration on her skin. They’re going to cook me alive!? They’re just going to watch!!!?
Minutes passed and beads of sweat ran down her skin. She started to breath heavier. In a panic she struck the glass before her, but nothing happened. She pushed on the plane, but the thick, reinforced glass held.
A couple of minutes later, Daphne moved a strand of hair that was plastered onto her face to behind an ear. She leaned against the glass in front of her as she felt the heat. She closed her eyes. I can’t believe that this is the way that I’m going to die. Being cooked in front of a group of sickos.
Time passed but it seemed like she was spending eternity in the box. She slid down into a sitting position. She closed her eyes as she felt the sweat run down her body. Some dripped off the bottom of one of her breasts.
After a while, Daphne opened her eyes and looked out at the stage, at the viewers of her torment. Some sweat got into her eyes, and she wiped it away. Daphne stared out at them for a few minutes. So much for all the things that I wanted to do.
The heat bared down on her and she could barely move. Her head rolled to the side and her eyes closed. Time dragged on and Daphne forgot about the audience and everything else as the only thing on her mind was how hot it was.
Suddenly the case was opened. What!? Rough hands grabbed her and pulled her out.
Daphne could barely think but she vaguely noted that she was being dragged off the stage.
The masked man bowed as the audience applauded.
Daphne received flashes of being taken down the hall. Her mind processed what had happened to her as the man brought her to the cell.
The door was opened, and she was shoved inside.
Daphne laid there as the door was locked and stared at the ceiling. Some time later she fell into unconsciousness.
A couple of days later, Daphne screamed as the whip struck her back. “Ahh!” Her body thrust forward towards the audience. She involuntary pulled at the restraints attaching her hands and feet to the two poles.
The masked man swung the whip again. It struck lower and she screamed again. “Ahh!”
Oh God, it’s never going to stop isn’t it, thought Daphne. They’re going to think of a new thing every time!
The whip struck her butt, and she gave a little whelp. Daphne thought she heard someone in the audience laughed.
The whipping continued. After a couple of minutes that seemed to go forever the man stopped and another man retrieved Daphne from the poles.
Once again, the audience applauded as Daphne was led off the stage. She held her head down as she was taken back to her cell.
Some time later, Daphne was in the case again. Instead of hot air being pumped in it was frigid. She was curled into a ball in a corner away from where the hoses were attached and had wrapped her arms around herself as she shivered.
Daphne looked at the group watching her. The darkness concealed them, and she could not make any details about any of them. She shot a look at the masked man and the mask kept any details of him from her as well. The only thing she could make out were the muscles burgling from beneath the light skin of his upper body on which he wore nothing. He stood there motionlessly with his hands on his hips.
Daphne shook as she desperately tried to stay warm. She pressed her hands on the glass in an attempt to force the case open, but it would not move. She wrapped her arms back around herself and pressed her face into her knees as she tried to squeeze herself into a tight ball.
Minutes dragged on as the cold went through Daphne like a knife. Like when it is was hot the temperature became the only thing on her mind.
Suddenly the case was opened, and Daphne weakly crawled out into the arms of the man who opened it.
She was pulled away from the case. She tried to walk but stumbled. She ended being dragged from the stage as the crowd applauded the masked man.
I hate that case, thought Daphne as she was dragged through the door.
Time passed but Daphne could not tell how long. Some time later she was back on the stage. “Ahhh,” she cried as the masked man stabbed a cattle prod at her feet. She swung them about as she hung in the air adding pain to her arms as they were pulled back.
The masked man watched her squirmed as he circled her. He had tied her hands behind her back with a rope that was attached to a pulley in the ceiling which then raised her a foot above the floor. As Daphne started to sweat and breath heavily from the pain of her shoulders being nearly disjointed, he thrust the cattle prod at her feet and breasts. She would flopped around like a fish on the end of a hook as it was being pulled out of the water.
Daphne did not think about the crowd watching her. The pain dominated her mind as did the fear as she watched the masked man because it seemed that he could strike from any angle. He jabbed at her leg. “Ahh!”
The man pulled back and continued to circle her. He crouched low as if he was fighting an opponent instead of tormenting a bound, helpless woman.
After circling her for a second the man stabbed at Daphne in her butt. This caused her to cry out loudly and thrust her body out towards the crowd.
A few moments later, Daphne was lowered to the floor. She was on the verge of blacking out and had trouble seeing around her. She felt the sensation of two hands grabbing her which was becoming very familiar to her.
Once again, she was dragged from the stage as the masked man was applauded.
They’re going to use me until I break, thought Daphne as she laid on the floor of her cell.
Time passed and the cell door opened. Daphne sighed but stood up to be led out by the man.
As she was walked down the hall a blond woman was being walked down in the opposite direction.
“Tough break,” the woman said to her.
What? wondered Daphne. This was only the second time she saw another woman in that place and it the first time that one had talked to her. Confusion and dread welled up in her as she tried to figure out what she meant.
She was taken to the stage.
As Daphne walked on to the stage, she saw the masked man holding open the case. Great, she thought sarcastically.
Daphne walked into the case, and it was closed shut.
The masked man went up to the edge of the stage. “Tonight is the moment you have been waiting for,” he said to the crowd. “As you know, every month we choose one of our girls to give a special performance. This performance is special because it will be their final one and the one you have chosen with your votes is ready to begin!”
What? thought Daphne shocked.
The masked man went over to the case and turned a knob. Suddenly water shot through the hoses instead of air. Daphne let out a cry and she darted back from the opening.
The man turned to the audience and held up a hand to the case. “I give you her final performance!”
Daphne looked around frantically. They are going to do this to me! They’re going to kill me!!!?
She looked down at the floor of the case. The water was coming in quickly and soon her feet were submerged. Daphne turned back to the audience. “You can’t do this,” she cried. “This is murder!” She started to bang on the glass.
Minutes passed and the water went up to her calves. Daphne looked around in fright. This can’t be happening! This can’t be happening!
She shot a look at the man standing next to the cage. He had his hands on his hips like it was just another performance. She could not tell anything about his demeanor that made this time different from the times he tortured her.
Daphne looked back at the crowd. “Please, if you do this then they’ll be no more shows! Don’t you like watching me suffer!?”
The water was just about to reach her breasts. “Please don’t do this! If you like me go, I’ll kiss you, all of you! Anyone who wants it! Kissing and other stuff! Please! I’ll do anything!!!
Her breasts were soon submerged. She shot a pleading look at the masked man, but he just stood there.
Daphne frantically struck the glass. She hit and kicked it. Pain went through her hands and feet, but she still struck at it. She pushed on it as she planted her feet firmly on the floor. It would not move. She cried out in terror and frustration.
The water was almost up to her shoulders. “You can’t do this to me! People are going to find out! You’re all going to jail!”
They haven’t found any bodies yet and there have been a lot of girls, thought the masked man.
Daphne realized that she was hyperventilating and tried to slow her breathing. She made small waves in the water as she quickly looked around.
There was no man to take her out of the tank this time. The masked man was the only one around and he just stood there.
Daphne tried to push her fingers in between the planes of glass but they could not get in. It was as if the case was one solid piece of glass that had materialized around her.
The water was going up to her neck. She felt an icy chill go through her that did not have any connection to the temperature of the water. She thrashed at the glass as she cried out and tears ran down her cheeks.
A few seconds later, Daphne looked up at the ceiling to keep her nose and mouth out of the water. The bright lights overhead forced her to close her eyes. Soon she felt the water completely covered her.
The case was then completely filled with water and the masked man turned the knob. He then watched her as did everyone in the room as the young woman was completely submerged in fluid.
Daphne pushed on the ceiling of the case, but it would not move. She thrashed desperately at the glass in terror and frustration.
This can’t be happening to me! I’m a good person! Why is this happening!?
Daphne continued to strike out as reason left her. Her hands uselessly bounced off the glass. She looked around in terror but could not register what she saw. Her lungs started to burn.
Most of the lights were shut off but one remained on as it shone down on Daphne. The water played with the lighting as Daphne thrashed about. Her movements became quicker as she was overcome with terror.
Please don’t let me die, thought Daphne as she pleaded with anyone who would listen. She stopped hitting the glass and mindlessly thrashed about as the burning in her lungs grew.
A minute passed and Daphne’s movements became more frantic. She twisted around in the water looking for any way out. She wanted so much to take a breath.
Daphne clawed at the glass, but her nails barely scratched the surface. Bubbles escaped her nose as she involuntary let out some air. She shook her head violently as she tried to keep from breathing.
The audience who now included the masked man watched as the doomed woman danced in the liquid.
The burning in Daphne’s chest grew and took over all her thoughts. She shook as if to throw it out of her, but it was no use. She clenched her head and she fought desperately the urge to breath. She shook and pushed herself against the back of the case. She kicked so much that she floated up in the water.
I’m going to die, realized Daphne. The thought was so final and awful. She shook violently. I’m going to die. I’m going to die.
Daphne thrashed around more out of instinct rather than in an attempt to escape. After stopping her body several times, she involuntary let out her breath. A small wave of bubbles shot up in front of her face. Before she could do anything her body then instinctively tried to breath in.
The water shot into her and started to fill her lungs. She coughed several times, but it was too late. Daphne spun around and desperately tried to breath. She began to thrash around as rational thought again left her.
Daphne thrashed about hitting the sides of the case with her body. She lashed out with her arms and legs not really hitting anything. She mindlessly spun around and flopped in the water.
This lasted about a minute then her movements slowed down. They became slower and slower until they stopped. Her body floated there, and her hair floated in front of her face. Daphne was dead.
The masked man bowed as the crowd thunderously applauded. “Thank you and let’s hear it for the lady. We will leave the body in place before it’s disposed of so you can admire the beauty that was extinguished for you enjoyment. Thank you everyone. We hope you enjoyed the show and drive safety.”
The man left the stage. Daphne’s body was left in the case so the audience can enjoy their latest trophy for just a bit longer.
She realized that she was naked and tried to cover herself with her hands. She started to get up when she heard footsteps. It took her a moment to realized that they were coming from outside her room.
Daphne sat there. After a couple of minutes her eyes adjusted, and she saw that she was in a cell like room with a metal door.
Time passed and she became more afraid. Are they just going to leave me here!?
After what seemed like hours the heavy door opened flooding Daphne’s new universe in light.
She covered her eyes as a figure came into the room. “What’s going on,” asked Daphne.
“Shut up,” said a man. “Get out here.”
A strong hand grabbed Daphne’s arm and the Asian was pulled on to her feet and out of the room.
Daphne eyes began to adjust as she stumbled into a hallway. She desperately looked around trying to understand what was happening.
The hallway was only slightly brighter than the cell. The man dragged her to a door at the end of it.
Once they were at the door, he opened it and shoved her through. It’s showtime, thought the man.
Daphne was shocked to see that she was on a stage. Bright lights shone down on her and out in the distance were groups of shadowy figures sitting at tables.
Mortified Daphne tried to cover herself up, but she was grabbed by a man wearing black leather pants and a mask. He dragged her to a part of the stage near the crowd.
“No, stop it,” Daphne said struggling. “Let go!”
“Quiet,” ordered the masked man. He pushed her to a device.
Daphne fell on to the object before she could see what it was. The man then grabbed her and lifted her off her feet.
Daphne struggled and hit the man. What’s going on!?
The man put her on the device and started to strap her arms and legs in. As he did so she realized that she was being fasten to a rack. What the . ?
The man turned to the audience. “Ladies and fiends, we can now begin tonight’s show.”
The man turned back to Daphne who was looking at the crowd terrified. The man grabbed a wheel by the side of the rack and began to turn it. The chains attached to the cuffs on Daphne’s wrists and ankles were pulled. She felt her arms and legs being stretched and discomfort go through her. “No!”
The man said nothing as he continued to turn the wheel.
The tension in Daphne’s arms and legs grew as the chain pulled on them. She clenched her teeth as she felt herself become taught. This can’t be happening!
The man grunted as he worked. There were the occasional murmurs from the crowd, but they were mostly silent.
Daphne’s back was raised off the rack and her discomfort turned to pain. She let out a cry.
The man continued to turn the wheel.
“Ahhh,” cried Daphne. “Stop it! Please!” The pain in her limps increased. He body was being pulled more and more.
With a final grunt the man stopped and looked at his work.
Daphne was pulled taught and laid there straight as a board. She closed her eyes and closed her fists as she tried to get through the pain she was feeling.
The man reached out and ran a hand down her chest. She cried out as he reached her breasts. She tried to shake his hand off but could not move.
The masked man bent down and picked up something that had been laid beside the rack. He came back up with a number of clips attached to wires. He attached two to her breasts and then after a moment attached the remaining one in between her legs. Daphne cried out as he did so.
The man turned to the crowd and then bent down to a device on the floor. He flipped the switch.
Suddenly Daphne felt a new pain. “Ahhh!” Her body jerked as the electricity coursed through her.
The minutes that went by felt like hours. The man then turned the voltage up.
The pain radiated from the areas with the clips attached. She shook her head. She wanted to beg them to stop but all that came out were screams.
The man raised the voltage again.
Daphne’s whole body jerked up and down. “Ahhh!!!” She desperately tried to say something, but it all came out as gibberish.
Suddenly the pain became worst as the voltage increased. Daphne just continuously shrieked as she lost the ability to think. She pulled at the cuffs holding her with strength born from the pain causing them to dig into her. Her body repeatedly thrust into the air. Some part of her vaguely noted that she peed a little.
After a moment, Daphne realized that the pain had stopped. She soon regained the ability to recognize what she was seeing. The man was giving a bow as the audience applauded.
Daphne then realized that the cuffs were being opened and she looked up to see the man who had dragged her from her cell was the one doing it.
The man pulled her from the rack and dragged her back to the door in the back of the stage. They passed another man who was leading a red-haired woman through the door. There was a look of resignation on her face.
Daphne could not walk with the pain in between her legs so her knees were pulled against the floor. She looked up at the other woman desperate for help, but she just went pass.
The man brought her back to her cell. He opened the door and shoved her in. The sound of it locking could be heard after the door was closed.
Daphne curled herself into a ball on the floor. Why did they do that to me?
The next day the door opened. “Let’s go,” said the man who came to get her.
Daphne was dragged to the stage. There was a glass case in the center and Daphne was pulled towards it. Her heart raced as she could not even guess what was going to happen to her in there.
Daphne was put inside the case. As soon as the lid was closed, she noticed that the air around her was getting warmer. She looked around frantically and noticed that there were hoses attached to the bottom of the plane behind her. She bent down and felt around them. Jets of hot air hit her fingers.
The air got hotter. Daphne turned back to face the audience After a few minutes she felt a layer of perspiration on her skin. They’re going to cook me alive!? They’re just going to watch!!!?
Minutes passed and beads of sweat ran down her skin. She started to breath heavier. In a panic she struck the glass before her, but nothing happened. She pushed on the plane, but the thick, reinforced glass held.
A couple of minutes later, Daphne moved a strand of hair that was plastered onto her face to behind an ear. She leaned against the glass in front of her as she felt the heat. She closed her eyes. I can’t believe that this is the way that I’m going to die. Being cooked in front of a group of sickos.
Time passed but it seemed like she was spending eternity in the box. She slid down into a sitting position. She closed her eyes as she felt the sweat run down her body. Some dripped off the bottom of one of her breasts.
After a while, Daphne opened her eyes and looked out at the stage, at the viewers of her torment. Some sweat got into her eyes, and she wiped it away. Daphne stared out at them for a few minutes. So much for all the things that I wanted to do.
The heat bared down on her and she could barely move. Her head rolled to the side and her eyes closed. Time dragged on and Daphne forgot about the audience and everything else as the only thing on her mind was how hot it was.
Suddenly the case was opened. What!? Rough hands grabbed her and pulled her out.
Daphne could barely think but she vaguely noted that she was being dragged off the stage.
The masked man bowed as the audience applauded.
Daphne received flashes of being taken down the hall. Her mind processed what had happened to her as the man brought her to the cell.
The door was opened, and she was shoved inside.
Daphne laid there as the door was locked and stared at the ceiling. Some time later she fell into unconsciousness.
A couple of days later, Daphne screamed as the whip struck her back. “Ahh!” Her body thrust forward towards the audience. She involuntary pulled at the restraints attaching her hands and feet to the two poles.
The masked man swung the whip again. It struck lower and she screamed again. “Ahh!”
Oh God, it’s never going to stop isn’t it, thought Daphne. They’re going to think of a new thing every time!
The whip struck her butt, and she gave a little whelp. Daphne thought she heard someone in the audience laughed.
The whipping continued. After a couple of minutes that seemed to go forever the man stopped and another man retrieved Daphne from the poles.
Once again, the audience applauded as Daphne was led off the stage. She held her head down as she was taken back to her cell.
Some time later, Daphne was in the case again. Instead of hot air being pumped in it was frigid. She was curled into a ball in a corner away from where the hoses were attached and had wrapped her arms around herself as she shivered.
Daphne looked at the group watching her. The darkness concealed them, and she could not make any details about any of them. She shot a look at the masked man and the mask kept any details of him from her as well. The only thing she could make out were the muscles burgling from beneath the light skin of his upper body on which he wore nothing. He stood there motionlessly with his hands on his hips.
Daphne shook as she desperately tried to stay warm. She pressed her hands on the glass in an attempt to force the case open, but it would not move. She wrapped her arms back around herself and pressed her face into her knees as she tried to squeeze herself into a tight ball.
Minutes dragged on as the cold went through Daphne like a knife. Like when it is was hot the temperature became the only thing on her mind.
Suddenly the case was opened, and Daphne weakly crawled out into the arms of the man who opened it.
She was pulled away from the case. She tried to walk but stumbled. She ended being dragged from the stage as the crowd applauded the masked man.
I hate that case, thought Daphne as she was dragged through the door.
Time passed but Daphne could not tell how long. Some time later she was back on the stage. “Ahhh,” she cried as the masked man stabbed a cattle prod at her feet. She swung them about as she hung in the air adding pain to her arms as they were pulled back.
The masked man watched her squirmed as he circled her. He had tied her hands behind her back with a rope that was attached to a pulley in the ceiling which then raised her a foot above the floor. As Daphne started to sweat and breath heavily from the pain of her shoulders being nearly disjointed, he thrust the cattle prod at her feet and breasts. She would flopped around like a fish on the end of a hook as it was being pulled out of the water.
Daphne did not think about the crowd watching her. The pain dominated her mind as did the fear as she watched the masked man because it seemed that he could strike from any angle. He jabbed at her leg. “Ahh!”
The man pulled back and continued to circle her. He crouched low as if he was fighting an opponent instead of tormenting a bound, helpless woman.
After circling her for a second the man stabbed at Daphne in her butt. This caused her to cry out loudly and thrust her body out towards the crowd.
A few moments later, Daphne was lowered to the floor. She was on the verge of blacking out and had trouble seeing around her. She felt the sensation of two hands grabbing her which was becoming very familiar to her.
Once again, she was dragged from the stage as the masked man was applauded.
They’re going to use me until I break, thought Daphne as she laid on the floor of her cell.
Time passed and the cell door opened. Daphne sighed but stood up to be led out by the man.
As she was walked down the hall a blond woman was being walked down in the opposite direction.
“Tough break,” the woman said to her.
What? wondered Daphne. This was only the second time she saw another woman in that place and it the first time that one had talked to her. Confusion and dread welled up in her as she tried to figure out what she meant.
She was taken to the stage.
As Daphne walked on to the stage, she saw the masked man holding open the case. Great, she thought sarcastically.
Daphne walked into the case, and it was closed shut.
The masked man went up to the edge of the stage. “Tonight is the moment you have been waiting for,” he said to the crowd. “As you know, every month we choose one of our girls to give a special performance. This performance is special because it will be their final one and the one you have chosen with your votes is ready to begin!”
What? thought Daphne shocked.
The masked man went over to the case and turned a knob. Suddenly water shot through the hoses instead of air. Daphne let out a cry and she darted back from the opening.
The man turned to the audience and held up a hand to the case. “I give you her final performance!”
Daphne looked around frantically. They are going to do this to me! They’re going to kill me!!!?
She looked down at the floor of the case. The water was coming in quickly and soon her feet were submerged. Daphne turned back to the audience. “You can’t do this,” she cried. “This is murder!” She started to bang on the glass.
Minutes passed and the water went up to her calves. Daphne looked around in fright. This can’t be happening! This can’t be happening!
She shot a look at the man standing next to the cage. He had his hands on his hips like it was just another performance. She could not tell anything about his demeanor that made this time different from the times he tortured her.
Daphne looked back at the crowd. “Please, if you do this then they’ll be no more shows! Don’t you like watching me suffer!?”
The water was just about to reach her breasts. “Please don’t do this! If you like me go, I’ll kiss you, all of you! Anyone who wants it! Kissing and other stuff! Please! I’ll do anything!!!
Her breasts were soon submerged. She shot a pleading look at the masked man, but he just stood there.
Daphne frantically struck the glass. She hit and kicked it. Pain went through her hands and feet, but she still struck at it. She pushed on it as she planted her feet firmly on the floor. It would not move. She cried out in terror and frustration.
The water was almost up to her shoulders. “You can’t do this to me! People are going to find out! You’re all going to jail!”
They haven’t found any bodies yet and there have been a lot of girls, thought the masked man.
Daphne realized that she was hyperventilating and tried to slow her breathing. She made small waves in the water as she quickly looked around.
There was no man to take her out of the tank this time. The masked man was the only one around and he just stood there.
Daphne tried to push her fingers in between the planes of glass but they could not get in. It was as if the case was one solid piece of glass that had materialized around her.
The water was going up to her neck. She felt an icy chill go through her that did not have any connection to the temperature of the water. She thrashed at the glass as she cried out and tears ran down her cheeks.
A few seconds later, Daphne looked up at the ceiling to keep her nose and mouth out of the water. The bright lights overhead forced her to close her eyes. Soon she felt the water completely covered her.
The case was then completely filled with water and the masked man turned the knob. He then watched her as did everyone in the room as the young woman was completely submerged in fluid.
Daphne pushed on the ceiling of the case, but it would not move. She thrashed desperately at the glass in terror and frustration.
This can’t be happening to me! I’m a good person! Why is this happening!?
Daphne continued to strike out as reason left her. Her hands uselessly bounced off the glass. She looked around in terror but could not register what she saw. Her lungs started to burn.
Most of the lights were shut off but one remained on as it shone down on Daphne. The water played with the lighting as Daphne thrashed about. Her movements became quicker as she was overcome with terror.
Please don’t let me die, thought Daphne as she pleaded with anyone who would listen. She stopped hitting the glass and mindlessly thrashed about as the burning in her lungs grew.
A minute passed and Daphne’s movements became more frantic. She twisted around in the water looking for any way out. She wanted so much to take a breath.
Daphne clawed at the glass, but her nails barely scratched the surface. Bubbles escaped her nose as she involuntary let out some air. She shook her head violently as she tried to keep from breathing.
The audience who now included the masked man watched as the doomed woman danced in the liquid.
The burning in Daphne’s chest grew and took over all her thoughts. She shook as if to throw it out of her, but it was no use. She clenched her head and she fought desperately the urge to breath. She shook and pushed herself against the back of the case. She kicked so much that she floated up in the water.
I’m going to die, realized Daphne. The thought was so final and awful. She shook violently. I’m going to die. I’m going to die.
Daphne thrashed around more out of instinct rather than in an attempt to escape. After stopping her body several times, she involuntary let out her breath. A small wave of bubbles shot up in front of her face. Before she could do anything her body then instinctively tried to breath in.
The water shot into her and started to fill her lungs. She coughed several times, but it was too late. Daphne spun around and desperately tried to breath. She began to thrash around as rational thought again left her.
Daphne thrashed about hitting the sides of the case with her body. She lashed out with her arms and legs not really hitting anything. She mindlessly spun around and flopped in the water.
This lasted about a minute then her movements slowed down. They became slower and slower until they stopped. Her body floated there, and her hair floated in front of her face. Daphne was dead.
The masked man bowed as the crowd thunderously applauded. “Thank you and let’s hear it for the lady. We will leave the body in place before it’s disposed of so you can admire the beauty that was extinguished for you enjoyment. Thank you everyone. We hope you enjoyed the show and drive safety.”
The man left the stage. Daphne’s body was left in the case so the audience can enjoy their latest trophy for just a bit longer.
Re: The End of Empowerment
We have made it to the final section of the story so thank you everyone for reading. Please let me know what you think and which parts you enjoyed the most.
A hand slapped Jill in the face causing her to wake up. “What?”
After a second, she realized that there was someone above her. “Wakey, wakey,” said the man. “Welcome to Hell!”
“What’s going on?” asked Jill. She tried to move but she found she was tied down onto a table.
“What’s going on is that one of you Femanazis are going to get what you deserve,” answered the man. He had short blond hair and wore a white shirt and blue jeans.
“Who are you?” asked Jill. “Where am I?”
The man punched Jill in the face. “That’s who I am,” he said. “As for where you are, I told you, you’re in Hell!”
Jill looked around the room. They were in a place with metal walls. Everything about the area was cold and industrial.
The man moved over to a table to the side causing Jill to look over at him. The man looked at the various torture instruments and picked up a whip. He turned to Jill showing her the item.
“What are you going to do with that?” asked Jill.
“What do you think?” asked the man contemptuously. He raised the whip and quickly brought the lash down on Jill’s torso.
Jill screamed out.
“We’re just getting started,” said the man. He struck Jill repeatedly with the whip causing her to scream each time.
The man stopped for a moment to watch Jill breath heavily. Oh yeah. If I had her here to it would be so sweet!
After a moment, Jill looked up at him. “Why are you doing this to me!?”
“Why?” asked the man. He bent down towards Jill and wrapped the whip around her neck. “Why am I doing this to you!? Let’s just say that I have a thing against your movement.”
Jill felt her air being closed off. After a moment he released her throat and she coughed. A second passed and she looked at him. “Don’t tell me, you think a woman’s place is at home.”
“We had a good life together until she decided to leave,” said the man angrily. “She never said that she was unhappy.”
“Maybe you just didn’t listen to her,” said Jill.
The man punched her in the stomach knocking the wind out of her. Jill laid there coughing for a few seconds.
“That always the way you do things, isn’t it?” asked the man. “Always with some smart Alec remark. You never just talk to people.”
“You don’t seem big on talking yourself,” said Jill.
The man cried out and struck her on the breasts with his whip.
“Ahhh,” cried Jill.
The man struck her again, this time on the legs. Jill continued to cry as he struck her next on the stomach then in the armpit then on the hips. She thrust up against her bindings, but they held fast.
The man frantically swung the whip as his rage gave him energy. “Scream all you want! No one can hear you!”
Jill’s screams sounded within the dark, tomb like room.
After a minute the man stopped. As he breathed heavily, he looked at Jill’s body, at the work that he had done. There were marks all over her. Oh yeah, I forgot. He swung the whip and struck her between her legs.
Jill let out a horrible shriek that bounced off the walls of the room.
The man let out a savage grunt to show that he was pleased. He watched with pleasure as Jill tossed and turned in pain.
After a minute, she laid there, her body cough in sweat and breathing hard.
“How did you like that?” asked the man.
“You bastard,” Jill managed to say.
“Oh yeah,” asked the man smirking. He took off his shirt. “Let’s try something else.” He then unzipped his pans and climbed on top of Jill.
“What are you doing,” asked Jill. “No. No!”
“Shut up,” said the man as he forced himself roughly inside her. He thrust hard sending new pain through the area. Jill cried out as she shut her eyes.
The bastard, thought Jill as she felt the man thrust into her. The bastard! He shoved himself hard into her. Soon it was like he was trying to punch her with his penis. He let out angry grunts as he seemed to become an animal. He gripped her hair with one hand and tugged on it sending pain through her scalp. The man slammed his free fist on the table by her head. As he violently raped Jill the images of his ex and the activists that she met went through his mind.
We were good, thought the man as he thrust angrily. Why did you leave!? They took you away! It’s not right! I treated you so good! They just came and shouted all their angry slogans and you left. You left me alone!
The man let go of Jill’s hair and started slamming the table with both hands. He then grabbed her head and slobbery ran his mouth over her face. He then grabbed one of her breasts and shoved it into his mouth. He sucked on it and then started to bite it drawing blood from it and a scream from Jill.
You bastard! You bastard!!! She tried to fight him, but the restraints held her down. She wanted to bite him but could not get to him with her mouth and she could not scratch him with the way her hands were tied down. She cried out angrily, but he did not seem to notice.
The rape went on for several minutes. The man kept shoving himself harder and harder into Jill sending shivers of hot pain through her. She cried out in both pain and anger. She closed her eyes and tried to blot him out, but he slapped her. “Look at me, Bitch,” he ordered.
The man grabbed her legs and pulled on them to help get farther into Jill’s womanhood. He grunted in pleasure as he felt his orgasm come. Yes! Yes!!! Yes!!!
Jill realized what was happening. No! No! This can’t happen! I won’t let it! I won’t let it!
The man picked up speed as drops of sweat flew off his body. Oh yes! Oh God yes!!! He came, and it hit like never before. He pounded into her causing her to scream with every thrust. He rode the climax as Jill’s voice became hoarse from screaming.
After it was over the man got off her. He noticed that she was bleeding from her vagina and started to walk away.
“I need to take a break,” he said as he stumbled off. “Don’t worry I’ll be back, and we’ll have more fun. My name’s Sal by the way.”
Sal left the room closing the heavy metal door behind him.
Jill laid there. Tears welled up in her eyes, but she held them back. She clenched her fists as she seethed with rage but doubt also rise in her. I won’t be weak. I won’t be weak!
Hours later, Jill struggled to breath. The plastic bag around her head was sucked into her mouth and nose. I’m going to die! Help! Somebody help!
Sal held the end of the bag tight around her neck. He took in the sight of her naked body flopping about as she struggled. He enjoyed watching her nipples as her breasts flailed about.
Her struggles continued for about another minute. The bag was getting foggy from her breath. Sal felt her moved in his grasp and remembered the rape.
After a few more seconds Sal removed the bag. He went back and laid it on the table as Jill desperately suck in several breaths.
After a minute, Jill looked up at Sal, the man who controlled everything that happened to her. “Nothing to say?” asked Sal. “For someone like you that’s different.”
“You’re a monster,” Jill managed to say.
“How about a drink?” said Sal.
He put a towel over Jill’s face and held it down as he lifted a large jug of water and poured it over her.
Jill’s whole body thrashed around as she was waterboarded. The torture came as such as a surprise to her that she did not stop herself from breathing.
Jill struggled as she felt herself drown. Her mind went from thinking that she was going to die to going blank from the pain.
After a few seconds, the towel was removed. Sal held up the empty jug. “Time for a refill.” He quickly refilled the jug from a bigger container and returned to Jill.
“No, p . .,” began Jill but Sal covered her face.
“You can beg later,” said Sal. “I want to get on with this.”
He began pouring again causing the young blond woman to struggle. Her hands opened and closed as she desperately fought for air. She pulled on her restraints causing her limbs to ache. She felt the pain between her legs flame up again.
After a minute, Sal redrew the towel and returned to the table to refill. He then continued the process.
Jill pushed her head up, but Sal held it down and he was strong. Images of him forcing himself into her flashed through Jill’s mind but she tried to push them away. Her lungs burned like when he had the bag over her head.
Sal held on to Jill and watched her body as it moved. She opened her hands and her fingers shot out as if reaching for something.
Soon Sal redrew the towel. Jill desperately sucked in as much air as she could. After watching for a second Sal went back to the table.
Jill watched him as poured the water into the jug. Her heart raced.
Sal returned back to the table. “Is there something you wanted to say to me,” asked Sal holding up the large, filled jug.
Jill sucked in some air. “Go . . . to Hell!”
“You first,” said Sal with a wicked smile. He threw the towel over her face and poured the water over her.
This time he held on to her for nearly two minutes. She started to thrash around with a new intensity. Die! Going to . . . die!!!
Suddenly Sal stopped and lifted the towel off Jill’s face. She gasped mightily as she twisted about.
Sal went back to the second table as Jill gasped some more.
He came back as Jill started to settle down. “You were about to say please, weren’t you? That’s how you ask for something. You don’t angrily demand it and berate someone’s manhood as you do so. You said please and ask nicely.”
“You’re insane,” said Jill.
“Please, Dear Sir, don’t hurt me anymore,” said Sal in a feminine voice. “Please, I’ll be nice and do whatever you say.”
Jill scowled and turned her face away from him.
Suddenly Sal held up a large pipe. “Maybe you need more education.”
He swung the metal pipe and struck Jill in the stomach with it.
She twisted about as the air was knocked out of her and she felt the pain.
Sal struck her in the knee next.
Jill let out a horrible cry. The sound of it bounced off the walls.
Sal struck her just below the breasts and she screamed again. He then struck her breasts temporary flattening them. She wailed and then gasped.
“Maybe we should try something else,” said Sal as he went over to the end of the table.
Sal undid the restraints on her ankles. She kicked at him as soon as she was freed but after everything that happened, she was too weak to do any damage. He grabbed her legs and pulled them aside as he reached for his target.
Sal shoved the end of his pipe into Jill’s butt. She tried to pull away, to turn but Sal held on tightly to her legs. He managed to get the pipe just into her butt. Jill grunted but kept herself from crying out.
“So, why don’t you say “Please, Sir, don’t ram that thing up my ass, I’ll be good?” asked Sal in his feminine voice.
The image of a man yelling at a woman with her eyes turned down flashed through her mind. It sent anger through her which Sal saw.
“OK then.” He shoved the pipe deeper into Jill’s butt. It tore through tissue sending a pain through her unlike any she had known.
“Ahhh!!!” She twisted with all her might, but Sal held on to her as he pushed the pipe into her scrapping her insides. “Oh God! Oh God!”
Jill’s mind went blank from the pain. Her legs almost broke free from Sal’s grip but he held on. Soon he managed to work three inches of pipe up Jill’s rectum. He let go and looked at his work.
Sal dropped Jill’s lower half onto the table and when the pipe struck it sent out a new cry of pain from her.
“Just like every other bitch, you now have a tail,” said Sal. This is getting good.
Jill laid there as the pain washed over her. It took her a minute to regain her senses. God, I think I’m all tore up inside. He’s going to kill me!
“You know, I might pull that out of you if you ask nicely,” said Sal. “Make it “Pretty please, Sir,” and I take it right out.”
Jill was breathing deeply from the pain. “I can’t be like her.”
“Who?”
“I can’t be like her. I won’t be like her. Dad treated her like garbage, and she just took it. I won’t be like her. I won’t be like her.” Mom, why did you just take it?
“Perhaps we can change your tune,” said Sal. Going to the second table he put on gloves and picked up some jumper cables. He struck the tips together setting out sparks into the air.
Going back to Jill he held up the cables. “How about we add something to your new accessory. It will be shocking. Get it?”
Jill looked at the cables in Sal’s hands. Her whole body tensed up. After a minute she closed her eyes. No. I can’t. “P . . . Please, don’t.”
“What,” asked Sal mockingly.
With her eyes still shut Jill sighed. “No, please, Dear Sir. Damn you.”
“Now that’s more like it,” said Sal. He stood there for a moment. “Unfortunately, I’m still going to do it.”
He reached towards the pipe with the cables.
“No,” screamed Jill. She kicked out at him, but he stabbed at her feet with the cables shocking her. She pulled her legs back and he attached the cables to the pipe.
Jill let out an inhuman cry. Her body leapt off the table as far as her remaining restraints would allow it to go. Her entire body shook. Her legs swung about as if she was doing some sort of nightmarish dance.
She continued to thrash about and made bloodcurdling cries as the electricity went through her. Her feet hit the table as they waved about. Pain shot through Jill’s shoulders as she pulled at the restraints around her wrists, but she did not notice it. Her eyes rolled up in her head.
Images of her life, of the doomed trip she talked her friends into went through her mind before it became blank from the pain. She became a creature of instinct as she struggled to get away from the red-hot pain shooting through her core.
Jill mindlessly swung about on the table. She just kept screaming as her throat became sore adding to the collection of pain. The pipe scrapped against the table, but the jumper cables still held on.
Sal watched the show for several minutes. When Jill turned her body away from him, he grabbed the cables and disconnected them from the pipe.
Jill continued to scream and thrashed about as Sal returned the cables to the second table but as he was coming back started to slow down.
Jill fell to her side on the table. She breathed rapidly as she came out of the horror she experienced. Her shoulders were in an awkward angle and her hair covered her face.
Sal stood there and watched the wrecked woman and then moved some of her hair out of her face. She cried out and grimaced as if she was still in pain.
Curious, Sal looked closer at Jill as she gasped again and again. What the . . ., thought Sal. He put a hand on her chest. There’s something wrong with her heartbeat. Son of a bitch. I must’ve left them on too long!
Sal climbed on top of Jill like when he raped her. As she gasped and her face twisted in pain, he began to perform CPR on her.
After a minute with no change from Jill Sal got off. Oh no, you’re not going to escape, thought Sal as he raced to the other table. If you die, it’ll be by me!
Sal grabbed the plastic bag and went back to Jill. As she desperately tried to get air in, he shoved the bag onto her head.
Sal held on as Jill thrashed about. She weakly kicked out. The once fierce woman could barely fight back.
Going . . . to die, thought Jill dimly. We’re all doomed. Don’t even know what’s happening to them. All . . . my fault.
The last view Jill had was of her feet kicking out. Slowly her vision darken.
Jill weak struggles began to slow more. The plastic of the bag twisted over her features. Once again it invaded her airways. Her hands weakly opened and closed.
Sal held on as Jill’s movements slowed down more and more. Soon she stopped moving all together. Sal held for a minute then let go. He then checked her pulse. She’s another dead bitch.
Sal removed the bag. Jill’s eyes had rolled up in her head and her hair was plastered on her face. Sal looked at her for a moment feeling satisfied.
Not how I planned but hey she won’t be spreading her garbage to other women now.
Sal undid the restraints on her wrists. Now I’ll just bury her next to Gina, my ex. She thought she could leave me.
Sal grabbed Jill’s arms and dragged her from the room.
“Our next item is a lovely blonde beauty,” said Louise as another masked man led the chained woman to the camera. “The opening bid is $200.” With all the bills she has they’ll just think she ran to skip her debts.
“I got $200,” said the man by the computer. “I got $500.”
Louise looked at the camera and smiled beneath his mask. Business is good.
The End
A hand slapped Jill in the face causing her to wake up. “What?”
After a second, she realized that there was someone above her. “Wakey, wakey,” said the man. “Welcome to Hell!”
“What’s going on?” asked Jill. She tried to move but she found she was tied down onto a table.
“What’s going on is that one of you Femanazis are going to get what you deserve,” answered the man. He had short blond hair and wore a white shirt and blue jeans.
“Who are you?” asked Jill. “Where am I?”
The man punched Jill in the face. “That’s who I am,” he said. “As for where you are, I told you, you’re in Hell!”
Jill looked around the room. They were in a place with metal walls. Everything about the area was cold and industrial.
The man moved over to a table to the side causing Jill to look over at him. The man looked at the various torture instruments and picked up a whip. He turned to Jill showing her the item.
“What are you going to do with that?” asked Jill.
“What do you think?” asked the man contemptuously. He raised the whip and quickly brought the lash down on Jill’s torso.
Jill screamed out.
“We’re just getting started,” said the man. He struck Jill repeatedly with the whip causing her to scream each time.
The man stopped for a moment to watch Jill breath heavily. Oh yeah. If I had her here to it would be so sweet!
After a moment, Jill looked up at him. “Why are you doing this to me!?”
“Why?” asked the man. He bent down towards Jill and wrapped the whip around her neck. “Why am I doing this to you!? Let’s just say that I have a thing against your movement.”
Jill felt her air being closed off. After a moment he released her throat and she coughed. A second passed and she looked at him. “Don’t tell me, you think a woman’s place is at home.”
“We had a good life together until she decided to leave,” said the man angrily. “She never said that she was unhappy.”
“Maybe you just didn’t listen to her,” said Jill.
The man punched her in the stomach knocking the wind out of her. Jill laid there coughing for a few seconds.
“That always the way you do things, isn’t it?” asked the man. “Always with some smart Alec remark. You never just talk to people.”
“You don’t seem big on talking yourself,” said Jill.
The man cried out and struck her on the breasts with his whip.
“Ahhh,” cried Jill.
The man struck her again, this time on the legs. Jill continued to cry as he struck her next on the stomach then in the armpit then on the hips. She thrust up against her bindings, but they held fast.
The man frantically swung the whip as his rage gave him energy. “Scream all you want! No one can hear you!”
Jill’s screams sounded within the dark, tomb like room.
After a minute the man stopped. As he breathed heavily, he looked at Jill’s body, at the work that he had done. There were marks all over her. Oh yeah, I forgot. He swung the whip and struck her between her legs.
Jill let out a horrible shriek that bounced off the walls of the room.
The man let out a savage grunt to show that he was pleased. He watched with pleasure as Jill tossed and turned in pain.
After a minute, she laid there, her body cough in sweat and breathing hard.
“How did you like that?” asked the man.
“You bastard,” Jill managed to say.
“Oh yeah,” asked the man smirking. He took off his shirt. “Let’s try something else.” He then unzipped his pans and climbed on top of Jill.
“What are you doing,” asked Jill. “No. No!”
“Shut up,” said the man as he forced himself roughly inside her. He thrust hard sending new pain through the area. Jill cried out as she shut her eyes.
The bastard, thought Jill as she felt the man thrust into her. The bastard! He shoved himself hard into her. Soon it was like he was trying to punch her with his penis. He let out angry grunts as he seemed to become an animal. He gripped her hair with one hand and tugged on it sending pain through her scalp. The man slammed his free fist on the table by her head. As he violently raped Jill the images of his ex and the activists that she met went through his mind.
We were good, thought the man as he thrust angrily. Why did you leave!? They took you away! It’s not right! I treated you so good! They just came and shouted all their angry slogans and you left. You left me alone!
The man let go of Jill’s hair and started slamming the table with both hands. He then grabbed her head and slobbery ran his mouth over her face. He then grabbed one of her breasts and shoved it into his mouth. He sucked on it and then started to bite it drawing blood from it and a scream from Jill.
You bastard! You bastard!!! She tried to fight him, but the restraints held her down. She wanted to bite him but could not get to him with her mouth and she could not scratch him with the way her hands were tied down. She cried out angrily, but he did not seem to notice.
The rape went on for several minutes. The man kept shoving himself harder and harder into Jill sending shivers of hot pain through her. She cried out in both pain and anger. She closed her eyes and tried to blot him out, but he slapped her. “Look at me, Bitch,” he ordered.
The man grabbed her legs and pulled on them to help get farther into Jill’s womanhood. He grunted in pleasure as he felt his orgasm come. Yes! Yes!!! Yes!!!
Jill realized what was happening. No! No! This can’t happen! I won’t let it! I won’t let it!
The man picked up speed as drops of sweat flew off his body. Oh yes! Oh God yes!!! He came, and it hit like never before. He pounded into her causing her to scream with every thrust. He rode the climax as Jill’s voice became hoarse from screaming.
After it was over the man got off her. He noticed that she was bleeding from her vagina and started to walk away.
“I need to take a break,” he said as he stumbled off. “Don’t worry I’ll be back, and we’ll have more fun. My name’s Sal by the way.”
Sal left the room closing the heavy metal door behind him.
Jill laid there. Tears welled up in her eyes, but she held them back. She clenched her fists as she seethed with rage but doubt also rise in her. I won’t be weak. I won’t be weak!
Hours later, Jill struggled to breath. The plastic bag around her head was sucked into her mouth and nose. I’m going to die! Help! Somebody help!
Sal held the end of the bag tight around her neck. He took in the sight of her naked body flopping about as she struggled. He enjoyed watching her nipples as her breasts flailed about.
Her struggles continued for about another minute. The bag was getting foggy from her breath. Sal felt her moved in his grasp and remembered the rape.
After a few more seconds Sal removed the bag. He went back and laid it on the table as Jill desperately suck in several breaths.
After a minute, Jill looked up at Sal, the man who controlled everything that happened to her. “Nothing to say?” asked Sal. “For someone like you that’s different.”
“You’re a monster,” Jill managed to say.
“How about a drink?” said Sal.
He put a towel over Jill’s face and held it down as he lifted a large jug of water and poured it over her.
Jill’s whole body thrashed around as she was waterboarded. The torture came as such as a surprise to her that she did not stop herself from breathing.
Jill struggled as she felt herself drown. Her mind went from thinking that she was going to die to going blank from the pain.
After a few seconds, the towel was removed. Sal held up the empty jug. “Time for a refill.” He quickly refilled the jug from a bigger container and returned to Jill.
“No, p . .,” began Jill but Sal covered her face.
“You can beg later,” said Sal. “I want to get on with this.”
He began pouring again causing the young blond woman to struggle. Her hands opened and closed as she desperately fought for air. She pulled on her restraints causing her limbs to ache. She felt the pain between her legs flame up again.
After a minute, Sal redrew the towel and returned to the table to refill. He then continued the process.
Jill pushed her head up, but Sal held it down and he was strong. Images of him forcing himself into her flashed through Jill’s mind but she tried to push them away. Her lungs burned like when he had the bag over her head.
Sal held on to Jill and watched her body as it moved. She opened her hands and her fingers shot out as if reaching for something.
Soon Sal redrew the towel. Jill desperately sucked in as much air as she could. After watching for a second Sal went back to the table.
Jill watched him as poured the water into the jug. Her heart raced.
Sal returned back to the table. “Is there something you wanted to say to me,” asked Sal holding up the large, filled jug.
Jill sucked in some air. “Go . . . to Hell!”
“You first,” said Sal with a wicked smile. He threw the towel over her face and poured the water over her.
This time he held on to her for nearly two minutes. She started to thrash around with a new intensity. Die! Going to . . . die!!!
Suddenly Sal stopped and lifted the towel off Jill’s face. She gasped mightily as she twisted about.
Sal went back to the second table as Jill gasped some more.
He came back as Jill started to settle down. “You were about to say please, weren’t you? That’s how you ask for something. You don’t angrily demand it and berate someone’s manhood as you do so. You said please and ask nicely.”
“You’re insane,” said Jill.
“Please, Dear Sir, don’t hurt me anymore,” said Sal in a feminine voice. “Please, I’ll be nice and do whatever you say.”
Jill scowled and turned her face away from him.
Suddenly Sal held up a large pipe. “Maybe you need more education.”
He swung the metal pipe and struck Jill in the stomach with it.
She twisted about as the air was knocked out of her and she felt the pain.
Sal struck her in the knee next.
Jill let out a horrible cry. The sound of it bounced off the walls.
Sal struck her just below the breasts and she screamed again. He then struck her breasts temporary flattening them. She wailed and then gasped.
“Maybe we should try something else,” said Sal as he went over to the end of the table.
Sal undid the restraints on her ankles. She kicked at him as soon as she was freed but after everything that happened, she was too weak to do any damage. He grabbed her legs and pulled them aside as he reached for his target.
Sal shoved the end of his pipe into Jill’s butt. She tried to pull away, to turn but Sal held on tightly to her legs. He managed to get the pipe just into her butt. Jill grunted but kept herself from crying out.
“So, why don’t you say “Please, Sir, don’t ram that thing up my ass, I’ll be good?” asked Sal in his feminine voice.
The image of a man yelling at a woman with her eyes turned down flashed through her mind. It sent anger through her which Sal saw.
“OK then.” He shoved the pipe deeper into Jill’s butt. It tore through tissue sending a pain through her unlike any she had known.
“Ahhh!!!” She twisted with all her might, but Sal held on to her as he pushed the pipe into her scrapping her insides. “Oh God! Oh God!”
Jill’s mind went blank from the pain. Her legs almost broke free from Sal’s grip but he held on. Soon he managed to work three inches of pipe up Jill’s rectum. He let go and looked at his work.
Sal dropped Jill’s lower half onto the table and when the pipe struck it sent out a new cry of pain from her.
“Just like every other bitch, you now have a tail,” said Sal. This is getting good.
Jill laid there as the pain washed over her. It took her a minute to regain her senses. God, I think I’m all tore up inside. He’s going to kill me!
“You know, I might pull that out of you if you ask nicely,” said Sal. “Make it “Pretty please, Sir,” and I take it right out.”
Jill was breathing deeply from the pain. “I can’t be like her.”
“Who?”
“I can’t be like her. I won’t be like her. Dad treated her like garbage, and she just took it. I won’t be like her. I won’t be like her.” Mom, why did you just take it?
“Perhaps we can change your tune,” said Sal. Going to the second table he put on gloves and picked up some jumper cables. He struck the tips together setting out sparks into the air.
Going back to Jill he held up the cables. “How about we add something to your new accessory. It will be shocking. Get it?”
Jill looked at the cables in Sal’s hands. Her whole body tensed up. After a minute she closed her eyes. No. I can’t. “P . . . Please, don’t.”
“What,” asked Sal mockingly.
With her eyes still shut Jill sighed. “No, please, Dear Sir. Damn you.”
“Now that’s more like it,” said Sal. He stood there for a moment. “Unfortunately, I’m still going to do it.”
He reached towards the pipe with the cables.
“No,” screamed Jill. She kicked out at him, but he stabbed at her feet with the cables shocking her. She pulled her legs back and he attached the cables to the pipe.
Jill let out an inhuman cry. Her body leapt off the table as far as her remaining restraints would allow it to go. Her entire body shook. Her legs swung about as if she was doing some sort of nightmarish dance.
She continued to thrash about and made bloodcurdling cries as the electricity went through her. Her feet hit the table as they waved about. Pain shot through Jill’s shoulders as she pulled at the restraints around her wrists, but she did not notice it. Her eyes rolled up in her head.
Images of her life, of the doomed trip she talked her friends into went through her mind before it became blank from the pain. She became a creature of instinct as she struggled to get away from the red-hot pain shooting through her core.
Jill mindlessly swung about on the table. She just kept screaming as her throat became sore adding to the collection of pain. The pipe scrapped against the table, but the jumper cables still held on.
Sal watched the show for several minutes. When Jill turned her body away from him, he grabbed the cables and disconnected them from the pipe.
Jill continued to scream and thrashed about as Sal returned the cables to the second table but as he was coming back started to slow down.
Jill fell to her side on the table. She breathed rapidly as she came out of the horror she experienced. Her shoulders were in an awkward angle and her hair covered her face.
Sal stood there and watched the wrecked woman and then moved some of her hair out of her face. She cried out and grimaced as if she was still in pain.
Curious, Sal looked closer at Jill as she gasped again and again. What the . . ., thought Sal. He put a hand on her chest. There’s something wrong with her heartbeat. Son of a bitch. I must’ve left them on too long!
Sal climbed on top of Jill like when he raped her. As she gasped and her face twisted in pain, he began to perform CPR on her.
After a minute with no change from Jill Sal got off. Oh no, you’re not going to escape, thought Sal as he raced to the other table. If you die, it’ll be by me!
Sal grabbed the plastic bag and went back to Jill. As she desperately tried to get air in, he shoved the bag onto her head.
Sal held on as Jill thrashed about. She weakly kicked out. The once fierce woman could barely fight back.
Going . . . to die, thought Jill dimly. We’re all doomed. Don’t even know what’s happening to them. All . . . my fault.
The last view Jill had was of her feet kicking out. Slowly her vision darken.
Jill weak struggles began to slow more. The plastic of the bag twisted over her features. Once again it invaded her airways. Her hands weakly opened and closed.
Sal held on as Jill’s movements slowed down more and more. Soon she stopped moving all together. Sal held for a minute then let go. He then checked her pulse. She’s another dead bitch.
Sal removed the bag. Jill’s eyes had rolled up in her head and her hair was plastered on her face. Sal looked at her for a moment feeling satisfied.
Not how I planned but hey she won’t be spreading her garbage to other women now.
Sal undid the restraints on her wrists. Now I’ll just bury her next to Gina, my ex. She thought she could leave me.
Sal grabbed Jill’s arms and dragged her from the room.
“Our next item is a lovely blonde beauty,” said Louise as another masked man led the chained woman to the camera. “The opening bid is $200.” With all the bills she has they’ll just think she ran to skip her debts.
“I got $200,” said the man by the computer. “I got $500.”
Louise looked at the camera and smiled beneath his mask. Business is good.
The End
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