Perceptions (13)
Time must have passed. I had blacked out but it was impossible to tell for how long. How much longer was he going to keep me here tethered like this? I was feeling numb and I ached all over; my nerves were at breaking point. I was also exhausted. If he came to get me now I wouldn’t have the strength to blow in his face let alone smack him in the mouth. I was frightened crazy. He’d had his fun. What more did he want? Let me go, you bastard! Let me go! I’ll kill you, you pig! ‘Sexy La-ra.’ His voice, gentle and tuneful as he made it sound, sent shockwaves through my system. I turned forcefully to see his face and a muffled surprise left my mouth. Where was he? I couldn’t see him! My head spun left and right. Then I saw the massive shadow appear on the wall in front of me and I gasped with fear through the ball-gag. I suddenly realised that he’d been crouching in the far, dim corner of the bedroom. Had he been there all the time? Watching me? He came closer, speaking with a gentle whisper. ‘Hello, Lara; it’s only me. Don’t be frightened.’ I started to thrash furiously. ‘Don’t resist. You’ll only hurt yourself.’ I was too angry to listen. Frightened, pissed off, hateful, I channelled my aggression in the only way I could. ‘Stop it, Lara!’ he snapped, and I froze in an instant. I couldn’t afford to annoy him. I knew I was in no position to argue or reason with him. ‘That’s better,’ he said, reverting to his earlier tone. ‘You mustn’t fight your bonds. They’re designed to tighten. I wouldn’t like to see you hurt yourself.’ He stooped over me, laying a warm hand over my left arm and stroking it. I could feel him loosening the ropes. ‘I’ll just make you a little more comfortable. All that struggling has tightened the binding. Not too good for the blood circulation, I’m afraid. So don’t do it any more, okay? Okay?’ He’d expected a response. I nodded with a grunt. ‘Good girl.’ He adjusted the ties, stroking my legs and arms as he went along, humming a little to himself. It was a game; he was enjoying himself - at my expense. If he removed the ball-gagged I’d give him such a mouthful! My heart juddered as he appeared by my face with a relaxed smile. He was kneeling by the bedside; and he stared at me. I watched him scathingly. ‘I like bondage, don’t you? There’s something…sexy about it. Erotic. It’s so much more arousing - can I use that word? Yes, arousing, than all that gyrating to music. So much more sensual; a woman bound tight, restricted, vulnerable. Perverted, maybe? Hm. But fun, too. Don’t you think, Lara? Just grunt or something - I’ll understand, don’t worry. Is this your first experience? Bet it is. Do you know how many hundreds of couples do it these days? Willingly. Some people even tie themselves up. They love it; it stirs their blood. It gives their poxy lives some sort of meaning. I’m not sure why exactly, but it is stimulating. I might even tie myself up a little later and lie there next to you. Would you like that, Lara? Lara?’ I grunted for him. ‘Hm. We’ll see. Do you know how many hundred websites there are on the Internet, solely devoted to bondage and fetishes?’ He laughed to himself. ‘I don’t. Possibly thousands - some even have web cams. You can see them live on the Internet all tied up! Isn’t that great! Oh, the power of technology. I love it. But don’t worry. I wouldn’t broadcast you in this position on the Internet, at least, not without your permission, anyway.’ He was demented. How could I trust or believe anything he was saying? Was he simply going to humiliate me before letting me go? And how far did he intend to go? Shit. If Jo had anything to do with this, I’d murder the little bitch. They’d been on the dance floor long enough before I intervened. It wouldn’t surprise me if she had set him up for this kind of shitty joke. Jo was into sordid tomfoolery, but this one went way beyond limits. Yes, I’d read how people behaved. I’d read some of the so-called humorous kidnappings some people had performed on their friends, tying and gagging them, sometimes torturing them, scaring the crap out of them first. If Jo had for any reason decided to go these extremes for the fun of it I’d crucify her. Later. I jolted as Pete stood up and began to release my ankles. My legs flopped to the bed and my hands smacked my lower buttocks as they were separated. It felt such a relief. But there was hesitation. ‘Listen,’ he said, making another appearance in front of me. ‘I’m going to untie your legs, okay, because you probably need to pee round about now. I don’t want you soiling my bed. Is that understood?’ I grunted. ‘So don’t be silly and trying kicking me or anything, or I’ll be very cross with you. Okay?’ I grunted again. ‘Okay, then.’ His voice was always tempered and slow, soothing and precise. My fear began to subside a little as he set about untying my ankles and helping me to roll over and sit up on the bed. He kneeled in front of me, expressions playing on his face. ‘Shall we remove the gag? If you promise me you’ll stay calm, I’ll take it off. Okay, Lara?’ I grunted one more time, and prepared to launch a spate of vitriol. He stood up and leaned over me to unfasten the device. When it came off I was so relieved and jaw-dead that I couldn’t speak at all. I just looked at him with raw anger suppressed, working my mouth as if I was eating a huge candy ball, just to get some feeling back. He knelt down in front of me again, with his eyes focused on mine to pre-empt any violent thoughts on my behalf. He found my left foot and lifted it onto his right knee and began massaging my calf muscle. It felt nice. He seemed to know exactly where to press, which muscle to stimulate. He smiled at me. ‘You look so sexy, sexy Lara. I couldn’t help myself.’ He took my right leg and started to work on that one, glancing down for a brief moment and then straight back at my eyes. ‘Why are you doing this?’ I managed to ask eventually. His face changed. ‘Did somebody put you up to it? Was it Jo?’ He grinned suddenly. ‘Do you think that? Why? Why would she want me to tie you up?’ I relaxed a little more. Now that we’d opened up a dialogue I was losing my fear. ‘I don’t know,’ I said. ‘She likes to play jokes on people. Me, especially.’ ‘Having you abducted? That’s a bit extreme. Isn’t it?’ I sighed. ‘I suppose. But she can be a little weird sometimes.’ ‘Weird? That’s a harsh word to use on a friend.’ ‘You can use that word on her - sometimes.’ ‘Interesting friend is Jo. Maybe I’ll have to see her about it.’ I frowned. ‘How much longer do I have to put up with this?’ ‘I’m not sure,’ he said quickly. ‘Until I tire of it, maybe. Or tire of you.’ I paled. ‘What does that mean?’ He put my foot down, ignoring my question. ‘Now let’s see if you can stand. Come on.’ He put his hand through my tied right arm to the small of my back and hauled me up gently. ‘Very good. Now let’s get you to the toilet before you wet the floor. I’m sure you must be bursting.’ ‘Aren’t you going to untie me first?’ ‘No.’ ‘Why not?’ ‘I don’t think that’s a very good idea, do you? You might try to run away, or hit me. I wouldn’t like that.’ ‘I wouldn’t do that, I swear. Please untie me.’ ‘Look,’ he said, stabbing me with his eyes. ‘I haven’t finished with you yet.’ ‘But you can tie me up again straight afterwards. I promise I won’t fight you.’ ‘I don’t know.’ ‘I don’t want to upset you, so I’ll behave. Please. I can’t go the toilet with my hands tied behind my back.’ We were by now outside the bedroom and he was ushering me towards a door that was presumably the toilet. He whirled me around to face him. ‘You won’t scream or shout out of the window?’ His hands cradled my head and his eyes bore into mine. ‘All right,’ he relented. ‘But don’t double-cross me, Lara.’ Turning me around he started to release my wrists. As they parted he grasped the nape of my neck. ‘Now don’t make me regret this, Lara,’ he whispered. And my fear returned. Free, I opened the door and was surprised that he let me close it. When I looked at the door lock I found out why. It was broken. I couldn’t possibly barricade the door. I stifled back the tears of my misery and turned to view the toilet. It wasn’t very hygienic at all. ‘Sorry about the mess in there, Lara,’ I heard him remark. ‘I’m not much of a caretaker, I’m afraid. But there’s plenty of loo paper, so don’t be afraid to use as much as you need.’ ‘Thanks,’ I muttered. I yanked the chain and cleaned the rim and the seat as best as I could with the toilet paper and the running water. Satisfied but not happy, I pulled down my knickers and sat down, fearing that he might burst in for fun and watch me crap myself. In fact, I really had to go. I also wanted a bath. I wondered if he would let me. Then again, what would be the state of the bath if the toilet was anything to go by? I peed like a racehorse and crapped almost as much. My stomach felt like a road accident and I wasn’t feeling too well overall. The strain of this event was reaching its maximum. I wanted to go home. I couldn’t take much more of this. Finishing my needs, I cleaned myself and stood up, raised my knickers and was about to yank the chain again. The window caught my attention. It was a small window. Big enough to escape from? I wondered. Glancing behind me I made an immediate decision. Quietly I closed the lid, grateful that there was one at all. Once again I checked behind me, and then I quietly put a foot on the outer part, terrified that if I put my entire weight on the centre it would crack like thunder. Carefully I lifted myself, reaching out for the window frame to steady myself. There was hardly any sound so I continued. Up close, the window seemed so much smaller, but I was desperate. Fearfully, I released the metal catch slowly, gently pushing forward. I could see the glow of a street lamp outside and the thought of it gave me purpose and courage. Leaning further forward, I tried to get a firsthand look before I dared thrust myself out. My heart thudded heavily, and now anguish struck a blow, too. We were on the upper floor. I shouldn’t have been surprised really, as most of these old homes only had one toilet and usually upstairs. The drop was invisible due to the dark, but it was definitely a back garden. Would I land on grass or jarring concrete? Was it worth the risk? The injury might not be justifiable, and would I still be able to get away? What would he do to me if I tried and he caught me? Would he care that I was hurt? Call a doctor or an ambulance? Surely he wouldn’t let me suffer? Not if this was only a game? That was just it, though. Something about his mannerism worried me badly. Was he playing with me or was this something more serious? I was already muttering prayers to God at the back of my mind, but none of them had helped yet. My breasts were squashed against the lower part of the glass. With an effort, and I would probably scrape layers of skin and maybe even crack a rib, I could probably squeeze through the window. ‘Lara?’ I bucked. Shit, I was wondering when he’d get suspicious. ‘Lara. Ten seconds and I’m coming in.’ Quick! Get out! Break for it! The door creaked as he tested me. In record time I was down and opened the door before he attempted to enter. His mistrustful eyes scanned the vicinity then he looked at me. The window! Fuck, I’d left it open! Would he notice? ‘You took a while. For a minute there -’ I pulled at my top to distract him. Instantly his eyes fixed on my cleavage ‘I gave you my word.’ He grinned. ‘Okay. Come on out and turn around. I have tie you up again, remember?’ I went stone rigid. Standing my ground, I knew that he couldn’t bind me within the confines of this little toilet. Maybe I could plead with him. Bargain. Stall for time. ‘Come on out, Lara.’ ‘Look, let’s talk about this.’ ‘What’s there to talk about? I’m tying you up; that’s all there is to it.’ ‘No.’ ‘Don’t argue with me, Lara. Come out of there.’ Suddenly he looked very mean. I buckled and stepped out very nervously. ‘You promised me. Didn’t you? Didn’t you?’ ‘Yes,’ I replied, sufficiently coerced. ‘That top you’re wearing,’ he said, raising his left hand to touch it, feel it with the tips of his fingers. ‘It’s very sexy.’ ‘Do you like it?’ I responded, hopefully. His fingers strayed across to my exposed cleavage, touching, running them down the valley to the edge of my top. ‘No,’ he said, icily. ‘It makes you look like a whore. Take it off!’ And he pulled at it, almost dragging me off my feet. I yelped. ‘Now!’ ‘Listen! I’ll do anything. Don’t hurt me. Tie me up again. Please let me keep this top on. Please.’ He dragged me into the bedroom and closed the door, pushing me away from him and feasting on my body with his crazy eyes. ‘I’m in charge here. Me! And I’ll tell you what I want. Is that clear? Is it?’ I nodded, shaking. ‘Why are you -?’ ‘Be quiet, Lara.’ I did. He stared. Expressions played once more on his face. He was thinking. ‘Turn around.’ Trembling further, I complied. ‘What -?’ ‘Shh!’ I did, and turned around. My wrists were manfully grasped and I felt the rope encircle them and compress them in its unfriendly grip. My knees almost failed with dread as he tied the knot. He turned me around to face him. ‘You promised to co-operate,’ he griped, keeping his voice low and menacing. His savage gesture stopped me from defying him. He paused, took a deep breath, and composed himself. ‘You’re going to suck me, whore.’ He noticed the alarm in my eyes. ‘You’re giving me a blowjob. And if you bite me, so help me, you’ll have no front teeth to smile with. Am I clear about that?’ ‘Yes,’ I squeaked, tears already beginning to flow. He removed his shirt with his eyes pinned to mine. ‘I want to enjoy this, so make it good.’ Then he unbuckled his belt and pushed his trousers to the floor, bending forward to pick them up and tidily put them behind him. He also took of his shoes and socks. Lastly, he hooked his fingers under his blue-striped briefs and pulled them down sharply, bending down and placing them next to the rest of his clothing. Now he was naked. The bastard had a good body and a decent sized cock. It was already extended, the desire of his demand already giving him a massive erection. He smiled, looking me up and down. ‘Now, sexy Lara, I’m ready for you, bitch.’ With his hands planted on both my shoulders, he pressured me to kneel. Against my will I would have to do what I would normally have enjoyed. This was a gross violation. A crime. I was crying as my trembling lips brushed the tip of his throbbing penis. ‘Come on, Lara. Do it! This isn’t your first one. Give it to me, baby. Suck me dry!’ Faced with it, I detracted. I could see that it was practically ready to erupt. It was at climax. One touch and I would be showered. ‘Come on, bitch!’ he urged. Reluctantly I opened my mouth. It took an immense effort to do it. It was like going to the dentist, only worse. I thrust my tongue out to lick the eye, and then suddenly it was snatched from me. Pete howled and dashed away with his erection in his cupped hands. I couldn’t believe it. Premature ejaculation! He’d lost his nerve. I was stunned yet so relieved that I remained rooted to the spot, kneeling and staring towards the door. The route to freedom was open wide. So why didn’t I move? Standing up slowly, I listened and watched, breathing heavily, afraid that he might react violently now. My hands were tied behind me so I couldn’t even wipe the tears from my eyes. They were blurry. It was the antidote I needed. Anger shot through me, and with it the motivation to take action. I rushed to the foot of the stairs, stopped, looked towards the toilet door, saw that it was closed, and made a decision to flee. But carefully - the tiny wooden steps were steep and narrow. One slip and I would careen all the way the bottom and with my arms secured behind me, the fall could be fatal. Conscious that he might see or hear me, I took every step with trepidation. My heart was thumping as I reached the bottom step. My freedom was through the front door at the end of the hall. Hurry! I screamed at myself. I ran, half crashing into the green-painted door with my left shoulder as I failed to slow in time. To hell with the new pain, I spun around to try and get at the latch. My heart was in my mouth; anguish escaped me in the form of frustration. I struggled to reach the latch. It was too fucking high! I couldn’t reach it! I heard a thud on the landing, and then I saw his bare feet on the top step. He stooped to gaze towards the front door and his mouth dropped open. With a holler, he came hurtling down the stairs, naked. Panic engulfed me. I slammed myself backwards against the door in a final mad bid to pull the latch, grazing my hands and back as I made firm contact. I screamed as I saw him coming, and wildly I turned around, shoving a leg into the opening and kicking the door wide. Down the front path I bolted. ‘Heeeelp! Help me!’ I screeched as he caught me, swinging me around, almost throwing me to the floor. Undeterred by his nudity, he grabbed me as I struggled, trying to kick him away. His right hand was cupped over my mouth, his left one around my waist. He hoisted me off the ground, suppressing my shrieks, his amazing brawn conquering me. Even as I flailed he carried me back towards the house. No one looked out of their window. Nobody investigated my noise. Nobody helped me. He banged shut the door and took me into the living room, hurling me to the floor. I let out more screams, mortified as he leapt on top of me. His weight crushed the wind out of my lungs. I blacked out with the pain. Consciousness came with a package of discomfort, nausea and a dull head. My bruised midriff gave me the most concern up until I tried to move. All of that couldn’t compare with the discovery that I was ball-gagged again and this time strapped spread-eagled and naked on top of the bed. The ropes were attached to the top and bottom headboards out of my reach, and I noticed at the same time that all my jewellery was missing, including my wristwatch. A surge of rage ripped through me, and oblivious to the pain and fear I thrashed madly shaking the bed, yelling at the top of my lungs for what it was worth. Mmmmmmmpppppphhh didn’t mean very much to anybody. ‘Stop that!’ roared a command, and I obeyed without a second notice. The vile monster that was keeping prisoner stepped forward out of the shadows and came into view. Fully dressed now, he peered down at me, a mixture of expressions crossing his face. ‘I told you what would happen if you didn’t behave! And you promised you would - didn’t you! Didn’t you! You bitch! Now you’re paying the price. I’m going to leave you like that until I’ve calmed down and decided what to do with you. You disappointed me, sexy Lara, disappointed me badly. How can we have a decent relationship when you behave like that?’ ‘Mmmmmpphh!’ ‘I said shut up!’ He leaned over me menacingly. ‘I’ll hit you again, and this time I won’t hold back. Look what you’ve done to my face.’ He pointed at some minor bruises on his chin and cheeks. ‘And look at the scratches you made on my body.’ He lifted his shirt to show me. I could only stare with contempt. ‘Bitch. You don’t know who you’re dealing with, do you? You don’t know who I am.’ My deepening frown egged him on. ‘Don’t you people read the papers any more? What about the news - don’t you watch the telly? Christ, you fuck me off! How’s a guy supposed to get a reputation? Luckily, someone picks up the bodies I leave around. At least the Police know who I am. No wonder you bitches make it so easy for me!’ My nakedness made me cold, but his words and the venom with which he spoke chilled me to the core. ‘Whore Slayer - does that mean something to you? The Judge? Ah, something’s getting through at last, by the look of your face. Yes, it’s me. I’m The Judge.’ The brutal killer who’d left a series of dead girls around the city with a note identifying himself! They’d been sexually assaulted and strangled. The accompanying note read: "To Hell with another whore - The Judge". The revelation caused me to howl with horror and shake the bed in futility. ‘Now you have a good enough reason to complain. Sexy, Lara.’ He sat down on the bed and laid his hand on my belly. ‘Are you cold by chance?’ My nod extracted a derisive laugh. ‘Punishment dear, pure and simple.’ The palm of his hand slowly slid down toward my trimmed pubic hair and on towards my crotch coming to rest at my left inner thigh. He caressed it, watching my face. ‘Is that nice? Do you like that? Grunt, then! Give me something to work with, bitch!’ ‘Mmmph.’ ‘Well, I don’t know what that really means.’ He stood up and flipped onto the bed, straddling my torso. ‘Girls like you deserve everything you get - good and bad, I mean. You provide a service; it’s true. I can’t condemn you for that. But when you want money for it, for something that’s God given, that makes me sick. And it makes you a slut.’ I retaliated at those remarks but he ignored me. ‘Look at this beautiful body you’ve been gifted. How can you waste it like this? You go from man to man with your chest held high -’ he simulated his meaning by jutting his own chest ‘- showing them your tits: look at me, look at my tits - come on, guys. Don’t you want me?’ His head turned sharply towards the door, distracted. He’d heard something. Anxiety spread on his face. He jumped off the bed and stood by the door, visibly worried, his hand reaching for the doorknob. Now I could hear the footsteps on the stairway. Someone was coming. God, please! Let it be help! I yelled into the ball-gag and his nervous glower gave me the courage to rattle the bed, too. He stepped away from the door as it burst open, and a man appeared. Drooling at the corners of my mouth and with tears in my eyes, I gave him my best damsel in distress performance. The man stood there. He glared from me to Pete, and then back again. ‘What the hell have you been doing!’ he breathed, keeping his voice low. His left arm lashed out and caught Pete on the face, sending him backwards against the edge of the door, stunned. I never felt so relieved to see anyone in my life. All my fears suddenly dissipated as this man strode towards me. He was a tall, robust man with bright blue eyes, fair hair and a thick moustache. He carried a trail of old scars down his left cheek; and he was the most beautiful man in the world, right now! He sat on the bed beside me, lifted my head and fought to unfasten the ball-gag through my tussled mass of hair. ‘Take it easy,’ he reassured me. ‘I’ll have it off in a moment. There.’ He tossed it to the end of the bed between my splayed legs. ‘Did he hurt you?’ I responded in something that was clearly not English. My mouth was so stiff and bent out of shape. Pete was still standing at the door. For a killer, he didn’t look so very threatening, suddenly. ‘The bastard,’ I managed to hiss. ‘Call the Police. Call the Police.’ ‘Okay, okay. I’ll sort this out.’ He ran his hand down my left side where the bruising showed. ‘Nothing broken that I can detect.’ ‘Untie me, please!’ ‘Take it easy.’ He stood up and went to free my legs, Pete watching him intently. ‘Be careful!’ I warned. ‘He’s mad!’
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