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 She knew that it would not end.  It always happened this way.  Months of
silence and security broken with a single incident.  As long as the bastard
drew breath he would hunt her, this she knew and accepted.  Since the
moment, he entered her life he has found ways to destroy her.

   She met James when she was still young and naive enough to think that
people were always honest and truthful about their intentions and that
everyone had a good side to them.  She never knew that this very sentiment
would be her downfall.  She saw him as a guy who had never been cared for
or nurtured.  She tried time after time to show him compassion but it never
worked.  It always ended up with her in danger.

   He was a very cold and callous man.  He enjoyed making others suffer, as
he delusionally believed he had suffered.  Anyone who tried to get close to
him would only be fed a diet of venomous words and harsh threats.  She had
felt his wrath many times.  The only thing that saved her was the distance
between them.

   It had been several months since she had heard from him in any form. 
The silence was always welcomed.  It was on a beautiful autumn day that it
all came crashing down.  She was leaving work early, getting ready for a
long trip to see her cousin and the newest addition to the family.

   She walked through the parking lot thinking about all the things she had
to finish before she left that night.  She opened her car door and noticed
something unusual.

   She saw a dozen roses and a box on the driver's seat.  A card was
attached to them.  She stood there staring at her car, lost in thought. 
Suddenly she jumped as she felt a hand upon her left shoulder.  She pulled
away as she turned to see who it was.

   There stood Cathy looking almost as startled as she was.  "What's
wrong?" Lea just stood there shaking for a moment as she calmed down.

   "I came out and found roses on the seat...  She pointed at the flowers.
She could not imagine who would do such a thing.  An icy cold chill gripped
her.  "Could it be....?  James...." she thought to herself.  Suddenly she
had to know.  She reached in and took the card.

   She stood there in horror reading the words written inside.  "Roses are
red...Violets are blue...  Say your prays slut...  I am coming to get you."
She dropped the card to the ground as tears began to stream down her
cheeks. She knew in her heart it was him.

   Cathy picked up the card and read it over.  She pulled out her cell
phone and handed it to Lea.  "Oh my god Lea you better call the cops.  Do
you know who this is from?" Lea just stood there shaking.  She was too
terrified to even say his name.  She looked around the parking lot.  He had
to be close by, but nothing looked unusual.

   She reached in the car and grabbed the package.  She cautiously opened
the box.  Inside were photographs of her taken over the past few days.  She
was terrified.  She dropped the box on the ground.  She stood there with
tears running down her cheeks.  She knew he was very close.

   Cathy took the phone back and called the police department.  Lea did not
say much as they waited for them to arrive.  Cathy tried to keep her calm
but nothing was working.  Lea knew in her heart this time he was going to
make good on all the promises he had made in the past.

   Lea filled out a report while Cathy waited for her to finish.  She
offered to follow her home but Lea told her to go on.  It was a typical
reaction for her to try not to drag others in on these things.

   She pulled into the driveway.  Things looked normal.  She pulled the
mace from her purse before getting out of the car.  Thinking to herself
that she would gather up her things and quickly head out again.

   On the way to the door she tripped, landing on the dampened ground next
to the flowers that lined the front of the house.  Now she had to shower
and change before she could go.  She sighed and went into the house,
locking the door behind her.

   Everything seemed to be in its place.  It was a relief.  Maybe this was
just a prank by someone other than James.  She went to the kitchen and
poured herself a glass of chilled red wine before going to her room. 
Quickly she grabbed the remote, turned on the stereo, and entered the
bathroom leaving the door open.

   She sat the wine glass on the edge of the sink and began to undress. 
She tossed her clothing into the hamper and walked to the tub.  Humming to
the music, she leaned over and turned the water on, sticking her hand under
the running water to test the temperature.  Then the lavender crystals were
added, making the room smell sweet.

   Before she could stand up again she heard the wine glass break.  Within
seconds, her head was plunged into the water.  She gasped and struggled for
air.  Her flailing did not seem to help her.  Her head was quickly yanked
back from the tub.  She gasped and sputtered as she coughed up the water.
Still within the grasp of her unseen attacker.  She tried to scream but his
hand quickly went for her throat, closing off her airways.

   His voice was calm but firm as he spoke to her.  "Listen to me Lea and
you won't get hurt nearly as bad.  Don't get me wrong you will still feel a
lot of pain...  but the more you anger me the worse it will be.

   His fingers tightened further around her throat.  Her naked, trembling
body soon fell limp in his arms.  He drug her to the bed and duct taped her
mouth shut.

   He returned to the bathroom to turn off the water.  When he walked back
in she was still out cold.  He undressed, never taking his eyes off her. 
His thick 9 1/2 inch cock stood erect.  He had waited so long for this
moment to come.

   He parted her legs.  The soft skin felt so good against his rough palm.
He stared at the unconscious beauty before him.  He had to wait.  He wanted
her to feel the full joy of his touch as he made her completely his.

   He pulled the smelling salts from his jacket and knelt on the bed
between her legs.  He yanked her head up by her hair and shoved them under
held them under her nose.  Groggy and confused she slowly opened her eyes.
They widened as they came into focus and she saw him looming over her.  She
tried to scream but the tape gag stifled it.

   She could feel his stiff manhood prodding at the warm flesh.  She was
terrified.  His words suddenly echoed in her head.  She knew to try to
resist would only make matters worse.  He was much stronger than she was
and would easily overpower her.

   She stared up into his cold dark eyes.  She could see the evil gleam as
he glared down at her, licking his lips.  He loved the fear that she
displayed for him as the tears ran down her cheeks.  It would just heighten
his enjoyment of the evening's activities.

   "Don't you fucking move you fucking whore?" He sat up.  His throbbing
cock in his left hand.  The right planted firmly on her stomach.  He lined
the head up with her velvety slit and forced his entire length into her in
a single stroke.

   Her body jerked as she tried to pull away from him but his hand held her
down.  He dug his fingers into her soft skin.  The shriek she let out only
made him want more.

   He placed his hands above her shoulders to keep her from moving forward.
He had her trapped beneath him as he violently began to thrust into her. 
Her eyes widened as each move made her wince.  He was tearing her apart. 
Her shoulders slammed against his arms as he forced himself deep inside.

   She could feel the blood flowing as he broke deeper inside her.  She
twisted and jerked from the intense pain.  He could feel her entire body
shaking.  This just made him thrust harder and faster.  He loved watching
her like this, to see the fear and pain reflected in her eyes.  He gripped
her shoulders and pushed her down into his bucking hips.  Each thrust
lifted her ass from the bed.

   He was not done.  Not by a long shot.  He wanted her completely broken.
He pulled out roughly.  She lay there shaking and sobbing.

   He reached over to the nightstand.  The drawer was filled with her toys.
He took the largest of the bunch, a 10 inch long 2 inch thick hard plastic
viberator and the next largest, a 8 1/2 inch 2 1/2 inch thick blue jelly
vibrator and tossed them on the bed.

   He watched her tense.  She would fight this.  They both knew it.  He
reached for the handcuffs.  She squirmed as he pinned her down with his
knee.  She groaned loudly.

   The metal bracelets quickly were secured around her wrists so tight they
were digging into her skin.  She was at his mercy now.  He yanked her arms
up to the bedpost and slipped the cuffs over it, leaving her helpless to
struggle.

   His blood stained cock throbbed.  He grabbed the black vibe.  She felt
the head of it pressing hard against her tight dark hole.  With a very
brutal thrust it was embedded about 2/3 of the way inside her.  She let out
a blood-curdling scream into the tape gag.

   He forced her legs further apart and turned the vibe on high.  He then
proceeded to slam it deep inside her.  She tried to pull away but it was
futile.  He picked up the thick jelly vibe and turned it on high before
ramming it into her cunt.

   She yelped and squirmed.  Her tight hole feeling as if it was being
ripped open.  His cock was aching now.  He jammed his fingers into her,
pushing the vibe deeper in before he began to prod her with the
bloodstained head of his cock.

   She wanted to beg, to stop him from this insanity.  It was too late.  He
began to force himself in.  The vibe and his cock filling her past her
limits.  The pain coursing through her, causing her to shake.  He moaned
loudly as a steady stream of obscenities rushed from him.

   "Awe yeah that's it.  Take it you fucking whore.  Moan bitch.  You know
you like it.  You cock sucking slut.  Oh fuck yes.  You are such a fucking
whore you know you love this" He jammed her head against the headboard
repeatedly.

   Tears streamed down her cheeks.  Both holes were already a bloody mess.
He didn't care.  He pulled out and looked at his drenched shaft, then to
her face.  No pity, No remorse.  Only completely sadistic lust gleamed in
his eyes.

   He slipped a hand over to the stand again, picking up the razor sharp
knife he placed there earlier.  He had shown it to her for a moment before
he grabbed her by the hair.  She began to panic.  Her first thoughts were
that he was going to slit her throat.

   He sliced through the tape and her lower lip.  He had split it wide
open. He licked the blood from the cold steel blade before he tossed it
aside.

   She begged him to stop only for a second before his massive shaft was
plunged into her throat.  She choked around it.  Its girth closing off her
throat so she could not breathe.  She struggled as he began to rape her
mouth.  The metallic tang of the blood on his cock made her feel as if she
would throw up.  He yanked her hair brutally as he fucked her mouth, the
blood from her lip lubricating his cock.

   She was twitching, her body aching from the abuse he had been inflicting
on her.  She soon felt as if she would black out.  He saw her eyes closing
and pulled out, slapping her hard across the face.  She came to quickly and
began to scream.  His cock filling her open mouth.  She nearly threw up.

   He savagely thrust into her mouth a few more times before he pulled out
and shot his load over her face.  Laughing as he milked his cock over her.
"Oh no bitch this isn't over yet.  Don't get excited.  I am going to cum in
every hole a few times"

   He let her pass out while he went in and took a hot shower.  He came
back in with a fresh towel around his waist.  She was still out cold.  He
didn't try to wake her.  He just scooped her up in his arms and walked into
the bathroom, returning to the tub he filled with cold water before he went
to get her.

   He removed the vibes from her before he dropped her into the tub, laying
her so her head would quickly slip into the cold water.  She awoke
sputtering and coughing as she sat up.  The cold water stinging her warm
body and the cuts on it.

   He crouched down and uncuffed her hands.  He then tossed the body wash
at her.  He loomed over her and watched as she shivered.  She glared up at
him for a moment before he drew back his hand, ready to backhand her as he
growled, "clean yourself off you fucking whore.  If you don't do a good
enough job you will get much worse than what you have already had."

   She began to wash herself.  She cleaned herself as best she could as she
suffered from the cold water.  He watched her, showing the first signs of
compassion ever.  He smiled and started to drain the water out.  He helped
her up and walked her to the shower.  He turned on the warm water so she
could wash her hair, which was matted with blood from her lip.  He dropped
the towel and got in with her.

   She was numb emotionally and did not respond very much.  He poured the
shampoo onto her hair and began to wash it for her.  He was so gentle as he
noticed how she did not resist him now.  She was broken and he could see
it. He helped her rinse off and she turned the water off when he finished.
He got out and toweled himself off.  She dried off without a word and stood
there.  Tears began to stream down her cheeks.  She did not say a word or
make a sound.

   He saw this and was quickly angered.  This was not acceptable.  She was
his now.  She would accept it and do so without resistance or objection. 
He walked over and backhanded her as hard as he could.  She felt the blood
from her nose running down her face.  She fell to the floor, her knees
buckling as she sits there.  She grabs the towel and holds her head back.

   The blood soaked into the towel as she sat there for a moment.  She
finally got it to stop.  He growled at her as he yanked her to her feet. 
"Why do you have to be so bad slut?  Do you think I like hitting you like
this?"

   She just shook her head as her gaze dropped.  He drug her back to the
bedroom where he pushed her face down against the bed.  She did not have a
chance to move when he pounced on her.  He stretched her arms out behind
her and cuffed her.  She laid there helpless.

   He slipped his arm under her waist and lifted her hips.  His cock was
already painfully hard.  The head of it jabbed at her hole as he positioned
her.  Her face was forced into the pillow.  She could barely breathe as he
began to violently thrust deep inside her.

   She loudly yelped as he once again began to tear her open.  She tried to
inch forward, to keep him from driving so deep.  He just pulled her back
brutally as he grunted.  His fingers dug into her as he fucked her pussy
with all his might.

   His cock slick with her blood slipped from her wet hole and moved to her
ass.  The resistance was weak at best, as he forced in with a single
thrust. He loved the tight warmth of her ass.  He began to brutally slam
into her.  She gasped for air as he would pull back, giving her a moment to
get enough air to sustain her.

   He reached down and pulled her up by the throat.  Her body was beginning
to go limp in his embrace.  His fingers tightly wrapped around her throat,
cutting off the air supply slowly.  He groans in her ear, "Mmmm that's it
bitch don't fight it, just relax and let me fuck you like the worthless
slut you are"

   Nearly losing consciousness, she tries to speak, to beg him, only a
hushed whisper escapes "Jamessssss...." Her eyes close as he releases his
grip on her throat.  She gasps loudly and draws in a deep breath.  He rips
his cock from her ass and pushes her down on the bed.  His fingers digging
into her shoulder as he rolls her onto her back.

   She gazes up at him pleadingly.  Her eyes focusing once again upon him.
She parted her lips to speak, but the back of his hand connected with her
cheek before anything could be said.  He shoved his cock deep into her cunt
with a single stroke.  She felt as if she was being torn apart from his
animalistic strokes.

   He growled at her "Bitch I am going to make sure everyone knows what a
nasty little slut you are...." He grunted as he drove his cock deeper.  She
felt him throbbing inside her.  Once again, He was going to make her bleed.


   She closed her eyes only to be slapped again across the face.  "Keep it
up bitch and I will leave you with more than just the bruises and scars
from this" She looked at him with wide-eyed curiosity.  He couldn't mean
what she thought he did.  He shoved his cock deep inside her as he shot
another sticky warm load into her cunt.

   "Mmmm a few more times of that and we both know what will happen don't
we." He pulled out of her.  As she opened her mouth to speak, he shoved his
half-limp cock into her mouth.  "Now suck it clean slut.  You know you love
it.  You can't get enough cock.  We both know it."

   She closed her eyes and sucked hesitantly.  She knew his patience was
wearing thin with her already.  Once he felt she had done enough he got up,
leaving her lay on her back.  The metal cuffs digging into her wrists as
well as her back from the position he left her in.

   She laid there sobbing as she wondered what he planned next.  She was
terrified to think, but the thought that scared her most was the thought of
him impregnating her.  He returned after what seemed like an eternity with
a glass of water.

   He rolled her over onto her side and uncuffed her hands just long enough
to move her arms.  Quickly she was cuffed to the headboard once again.  He
lifted her head and held the glass to her lips.  "Drink it.  I don't want
you getting dehydrated on me.  I still have a lot of plans for you"

   She swallowed some of the water down before he pulled it away and
dropped her head.  He kissed her on the forehead and set the glass down on
the stand next to the bed.  He then lay down next to her, his hand upon her
breast as he moved closer.  The sick bastard held her as he fell asleep.

   In the morning when He awoke, he was ready to go for a third round of
cruel sex.  He forced her legs apart as he abruptly awakened her.  She
gasped loudly, startled by the vile intrusion as his cock ripped into her
pussy once again.  It still ached from the pounding it took hours before.

   He moaned loudly as he relentlessly fucked her.  He threw her legs up on
his shoulders and forced her to take him as deep as he could go.  Soon his
cock was lubricated again with her blood.  He moaned as he looked down
watching his blood streaked cock push into her.

   He occasionally looked at her face.  Seeing the horror and pain on her
face just aroused him more.  He could not get enough of her terror.  He
soon lost control and filled her cunt with another blast of his potent
seed.

   He pulled out of her once again.  She could feel the cum and blood
seeping out of her.  She closed her eyes, praying for death to take her
before he could continue the sick game of his.  He walked over to the
dresser and picked up a candle, lit it and walked back to her.

   He held it inches above her breasts and tilted it.  The hot wax soon
flowed onto her skin, causing her to jump and cry out.  He laughed at her
pain and poured more wax onto her chest.  He trailed it down her body... 
over her stomach, down to her abused pussy.  "OH GOD NO" she cried out as
he moved the candle less than an inch from her shaved pussy.

   "Shut the fuck up bitch" he hissed as he positioned her and tilted the
candle sending a painful surge through her as the wax covered her clit. 
She screamed loudly.  "Don't make me hold the flame to it...  now shut the
fuck up."

   Each drip of the wax on the abused flesh made her bite down hard on her
lower lip to keep herself from screaming.  The sadistic fuck began to
finger her pussy.  He pressed up on her inner walls as he curled his
fingers.  His cock was already starting to grow hard again.

   He sat the candle on the stand and picked up the knife.  The cold steel
blade was soon against her skin.  He meticulously peeled the wax off her
with its razor sharp edge.  Every once in a while purposely nicking her
skin, especially her clit.

   When he finished he uncuffed her and drug her to the bathroom.  "We
can't have you getting infected now can we slut." He pushed her down onto
the floor, went to the medicine cabinet, and retrieved the bottle of
rubbing alcohol.

   He opened the bottle as he stood over her.  He dumped some of the cold
liquid on her.  "Rub it in bitch....  NOW" Her hands moved over her body,
tears streaming down her cheeks.  He then splashed some on her clit.  He
didn't wait for her hand to move there.  He poured some more into his palm
and held it on her clit, rubbing it hard and fast.

   She could not hold it in any longer.  Her entire body jerking as she
screamed loudly.  He threw the bottle at her and quickly grabbed her by the
throat as he lifted her off the floor.  He stared coldly into her eyes. 
"That's it bitch I had been nice until now."

   He forced her back to the bed, cuffing her to it, he then went to her
closet.  He returned to her with a couple of belts in his hand.  Using them
around her ankles, he secured them to the headboard above her head in a
very painful position.  He then climbed back onto the bed, the knife in his
hand.

   Her eyes widened as she tensed up, unsure of his next move.  Suddenly
she felt the cold steel at the opening of her cunt.  He started to push it
in slowly at first, he had stretched her with his cock enough to not cut
her on the initial insertion.  He began to pick up speed.  His eyes fixed
on the site of her torn apart fuck hole swallowing the blade.

   He started to twist the knife, letting it scrape her sides.  Blood
poured out of her as he withdrew the knife.  He then slid his throbbing
cock inside her and began to fuck her vigorously.  She tried not to make a
sound but the pain was intense.

   He was soon feeling his balls tightening.  It was better than he
imagined.  He couldn't hold back very long before he filled her with his
cum again.  He collapsed against her, panting and sweating.  He grabbed her
hair and pulled her head up.  His tongue forced into her mouth as he kissed
her passionately.  His cock still buried to the hilt inside her.

   "No one is ever gonna fuck you like I do.  You should have just given me
what I wanted and I wouldn't have had to hurt you like this." He pulled out
untied her, carrying her to the bathroom to clean her up again, whispering
in her ear "Now next time baby you are going to fuck me back without
fighting me aren't you."

   She didn't answer.  She was in shock that he did this to her.  The blood
and cum was leaking out of her still when he shoved her in the shower. 
"Clean up bitch.  I am not done with you...  and if you don't get that cunt
clean enough I will dump the rest of that bottle of alcohol in it"

   She scrubbed as best she could but she was starting to feel light
headed. He waited in the bedroom to hear her turn off the water.  He walked
back in, made her put one foot up on the side of the tub, and spread
herself open in front of him so he could see if she was clean enough.  She
stared at the floor completely ashamed.

   He ordered her back to the bed.  He lay on his back and smiled at her.
The knife lay beside him, within easy reach.  His cock was once again
standing erect as he waited for her.  "Climb on you are going to ride me
like a good slut aren't you"

   He had finally broken her completely.  She knew he would kill her.  Deep
down she wondered if it would be better if he did.  He held the base of his
cock while she straddled him.  Once the head was inside, he grabbed her
sides and roughly pulled her down, impaling her on his cock.  She whimpered
loudly.

   "You better show me you enjoy it bitch or I am going to fist your ass."
She stared at him in disbelief.  He had just raped and beaten her
repeatedly and now she was expected to enjoy it.  She tried her hardest to
pretend but she was so dizzy she nearly fell over on top of him a few
times. He was growing angry by it.  His cock was once again coated in her
blood as her body moved like a rag doll, being jolted and forced up and
down on his cock.

   Soon it went black.  She awoke sometime later to the sound of a monitor
beeping.  She tried to focus but the bright light made her squint.  Her
eyes adjusted and she saw she was in a hospital bed.  The nurse smiled at
her reassuringly as she whispered "Don't worry dear you are safe now.  Your
boyfriend found you and brought you here.  He is waiting in the hall... 
let me go get him" As the nurse left she watched in terror as James walked
in and boldly said "Oh sweetheart I was so worried I was going to lose
you......"

   It had seemed like it was all a bad dream.  The entire time she was in
the hospital Lea felt that false security in the change that James had
shown.  He seemed to genuinely care for her now.  He played the role of the
loving boyfriend so well in front of others.  She didn't dare tell anyone
that he was the one who brutalized her.  She knew it would only result in
her death.

   Finally, the faithful day came when she was released from the hospital
and into his care.  On the way home, she could see the facade slipping away
quickly as he drove toward her house.

   "Now maybe you will learn that you are truly mine you stupid fucking
cunt" he hissed.

   Her heart nearly stopped as the words hung in the air.  She just lowered
her head and nodded.  He grabbed her by the back of the neck.  His fingers
squeezed tightly as she squeaked.

   His voice was so stern, so hate driven as he snarled "Answer me you
fucking whore"

   "Yes...  James" she whispered.

   She knew not to fight him in this.  He would only harm her worse if she
did.  He passed the exit and kept on driving without a word.  He finally
released her neck, shoving her forward hard as he could.  She threw her
hands up to shield face but she wasn't quick enough.  Her face slammed into
the dashboard with a loud thud.  Silently tears streamed down her face as
she sat back.

   "Whore...  didn't you learn anything?" He pulled the car onto the
highway, still firmly gripping her.  He laughed as he looked over at her as
he saw the trickle of blood was flowing from her lip.  She wiped it with
the back of her hand, not daring to make a sound.  Mile after mile of
scenery went past as she stares out the window.

   She had no idea where he was taking her but she knew it couldn't be
good. Finally after about 2 hours he pulled off the highway and into a
small secluded little town reminiscent of an old Andy Griffith episode.  He
coldly said, "I need to get gas...  so keep your fucking mouth shut or I
swear I will kill you where you sit".

   Lea just nodded silently.  Her hair hung down in front of her face,
hiding the reminder of the horrors she had already endured.  He reached
over and put his hand on the back of her head.  She flinched, figuring it
was another brutal shove into the dash, instead he stroked her hair
lovingly.

   He turned into a little full service gas station near the railroad
tracks.  A very kind looking middle-aged man came to his window.  James
rolled the window down the rest of the way and spoke to the man.

   "Fill it up please," James said with a smile.

   "Ok Sir." the attendant replied as he quickly made his way around to the
pump.

   James turned to Lea and hushly whispered.  "I am going in to get us both
something to drink.  You better not say a word to him or I will make you
wish you never born my dear."

   He turned her face toward his to look into her eyes.  He could see his
words registering as she cowered in the seat.  The man grabbed the squeegee
and walked around to wash the windshield.

   James knew the importance of keeping up the facade.  He leaned in and
softly kissed her on the lips, nipping the battered lower one.  James went
inside.  Every few minutes he would look out at the car to make sure she
wasn't about to disobey.  The attendant noted the strange behavior in both
of them.  There had to be a reason she acted so terrified of this guy.

   As he moved around to her side of the car, he softly asked, "Are you ok
Ma'am"

   She looked up at him and nodded silently.  Her hair fell back from her
face revealing her split lip and other various marks that hadn't quite
disappeared.  His eyes widened as he studied her face.  He could see the
fear in her eyes as she heard the tinkle of the bells on the door.  She
quickly looked away again.  James grew angry but choked back his reaction.
There would be time for that later.

   He walked over to the window and held out a bottle of Aquafina.  He knew
that was the only kind she drank.  He knew just about everything there was
to know about her likes and dislikes.  In his mind, he loved her in a way
no one else ever could.

   He smiled confidently at the guy, looking at the nametag on his shirt he
said "Well George how much do I owe you?  I know she's anxious to get out
by the lake and relax after all she's been through."

   He stepped back and spoke in a more hushed concerned tone as he told him
"She has been through so much since she got attacked.  I thought a change
of scenery would help her recover.  The doctor said it may help"

   George just nodded and looked over at the pump.  "That will be $17.50
please"

   James paid the man and walked around the car.  He opened the door. 
"Have a nice day George" he casually remarked as he climbed into the car.

   He didn't even look at Lea until he had pulled away from the station. 
He was eerily calm in her opinion.  She sipped her water and glanced over
at him from time to time.  The car came to a stop at a lonely intersection.
"So what did you tell him you fucking cock sucking whore...  hmmm?"

   She looked at him in terror.  Lea stammered "I...  I...  Swear James...
I didn't say... anything" She looked at him pleadingly.  It was all she
could do not to break down and start sobbing.

   She knew he would never believe her.  He could see she was truly scared.
James knew she could tell he wasn't bluffing.  He reached out to her.  His
hand landed against her cheek as he stared into her eyes.  She froze,
looking like a scolded child hoping to appease an angry parent.

   He lightly slapped her cheek as he shook his head.  He knew deep down
she had not betrayed him.  Her mind could not help but wander.  Was he
leading her off to her death?  Was that the final chance she had to escape
and live through this ordeal.  She wanted to beg for his leniency.

   He looked over at her, relishing the fearful pensive look that crossed
her face.  She possessed such an anguished beauty.  He knew that only he
could release this side of her.  It was so pure...  so delicate.  Only he
could truly appreciate it.

   It was nearly dark when the car rolled to a stop in front of a small
cottage in a desolate little clearing amongst the pines.  She could hear
the water lapping at the pier just a few yards from where he parked.  Here
no one would hear her screams.

   He shut off the ignition and looked at her.  The fading sunlight
illuminated her just enough for him to admire the subtleties of her form.
He sat there and studied her for a moment.  His mind was filled with
devilish plans to use her.

   He slipped out of the car.  The door closed with a loud slam that echoed
into the darkness that was closing in.  Soon...  he thought...  soon that
silence would be broken with the rise and fall of her sweet voice.

   He opened her car door.  Lea reluctantly slid out of the car and stood
beside him.  She dared not speak.  She followed him, staying no more than a
few footsteps behind him as they approached the door.  He opened the door
and she followed him in.

   It was a quaint little place.  She could tell it was a vacation rental
from the sparse decorations inside.  He turned on the lights on his way
through to the living room.  She continued to follow him, checking out her
new surroundings.

   He pointed over at the large blue chair near the massive stone
fireplace. Obediently she sat there as he went out the sliding glass side
door.  James returned with a large armful of wood and began to build a
fire. It was almost romantic in a sick twisted way.

   Once he had a roaring fire crackling in the fireplace he went out to the
car.  When he returned, he had two very large duffel bags and a few plastic
grocery bags as well.

   She knew better than to say a word or ask anything.  He remanded her to
"Make herself presentable" as she was ushered toward the bathroom door. 
She knew deep down even if she pleased him, his warped sense of love would
lead her to her ultimate demise.

   She lingered in the shower.  The hot water splashing down on her skin
gave her a sense of peace.  She closed her eyes and daydreamed of home.  It
was all brought to a screeching halt when suddenly the warm caress of water
turned to a stinging bite of pure ice-cold water.

   She cried out, startled by it.  He laughed cruelly as he watched her. 
His thick cock jutted out obscenely in his pants.  She quickly finished
rinsing the soap residue from her willowy body.

   "Let me see if you cleaned yourself properly you worthless slut." He
yanked her from the shower stall.  "Now one foot up on the sink and spread
your pussy open"

   She obeyed in hopes he would hurt her less.  His rough fingertip brushed
over her moist flesh before he raised it to his lips.  The scent of fear
and her sex was completely intoxicating to him.

   "Now dry off and get back into the living room." He abruptly replied
before exiting the bathroom.

   She dried off and wrapped the thick red cotton towel around her body. 
Her clothes that she had taken off had disappeared from the bathroom floor.
She could only assume he moved them.

   He snatched it off her naked body when he saw her.  She could see the
rage flaring in his eyes as he glared coldly at her.  She was so frightened
she could not move.

   "Did I tell you to cover up you stupid fucking bitch?....Did I?" He drew
his hand back.

   "N...no." she murmured quietly as she braced herself.

   His hand connected with her cheek turning her head as he struck. 
"Unless I tell you otherwise you are to stay naked you cock sucker." He
growled as he grabbed her by the hair.  He shoved her toward the kitchen.
She fell onto the cold tile floor with a loud thud.  He stepped over her as
she gathered herself up and tried to stand.

   He pushed her back to her knees.  She sighed softly and knelt there at
his feet.  The bulge in his pants still quite obvious as he stood before
her.  He barked out "Suck me NOW"

   Her hands shook as they unfastened his pants.  She quickly freed his
cock and wrapped her lips around its angry red head.  She began to suck on
him as she inched his engorged shaft into her mouth.  His hands quickly
moved to grip the back of her head as he forced into her.  She whimpered
loudly as he smashed into her battered lips.

   Her lip split open again.  The blood trickled from the gash, lubricating
his cock with a thin red streak and dripping down her chin.  She flinched
from the pain of it.  Her soft wet sobs and gags only made him fuck her
mouth harder.  His eyes closed as he thrust in hard and fast.

   He grunted and groaned as he felt her struggle to pull back slightly. 
The thought of swiftly punishing her for resisting made him throb in her
mouth.  The bloody saliva mixture made his cock so slick as her lips
massaged it.  He pushed her hard, sending her flying back and hitting her
head on the cabinets behind her.

   She laid there motionless as he laughed.  He pulled his pants down and
stepped out of them.  His hands landed on either side of her as he knelt
between her legs.  His eyes, dull and cold, as he peered into hers.  She
was pinned painfully at an angle with the cabinet handle jabbing into her
neck.  He moved his face closer to hers.  Lea could feel his hot breath on
her skin as he spoke

   "Now you are going to feel only a little of the pain a slut like you
deserves...  next time you will learn to obey bitch"

   He picked her legs up and put them against his chest.  Her body bent in
half as he reached down and jammed the length of his cock into her cunt as
hard as he could.  She bit down hard on her lower lip to keep from
screaming.

   It muffled the sound some but succeeded also in making her lip bleed
even more.  With each brutal thrust, her body was jolted back into the
cabinets.  Tears rolled down her cheeks as she sobbed.  He pounded her even
harder.  His steady assault on her bruised cunt made it ache.

   The pointy metal hardware on the cabinets dug into her back, leaving red
streaks all along her back.  Her body limply banged into the doors each
time he bore deep into her.  They clattered loudly behind her.  She dared
not look at him.  If he saw the fear in her eyes, it would only infuriate
him further.

   He loved the way she looked to him, so full of lust and torment.  Her
face was contorted with pain.  In her eyes, he could see the pleasure she
tried so hard to suppress.  He swore that she loved it.  He vowed to
himself she would admit it freely if it was the last thing she did.  With
each ragged, sobbing breath she released he heard a moan.

   He knew she loved it.  In his delusional mind, she only did this to make
him fuck her harder.  That was what she wanted.  It was what all of them
wanted but would never openly admit.

   To him all women were whores who liked to be treated like it.  For her
to deny him that was unforgivable.  If she wouldn't give into him, she
would give into her own dark lusts and cum for him one way or another.

   She whimpered loudly.  He seemed to ignore the pain he inflicted with
each animalistic thrust of hips.  The sound of her voice, so weak yet so
seductive to him, drove him to fuck her harder.

   Suddenly he felt her body begin to twitch.  He did not know it was from
the cuts on her back.  He thought to himself that it has finally happened.
She had finally started to give in to him.  He groaned as he felt his balls
begin to tighten.

   James thrust in deep a final time.  His cock twitched inside her as he
deposited another load of his thick seed deep inside her.  She silently
prayed that it would not bring about creation, knowing it would only make
matters worse.

   He pulled out of her.  She awaited the usual command to suck him clean
but was surprised when he just stared at her silently.  Was he waiting for
her obedience?

   James cocked his head as he saw the blood splattered on the tiles around
her firm round ass.  He extended his hand to her.  Lea resistant accepted
his help and stood up on wobbly legs.  He spun her around and nearly
knocked her off balance.

   He looked at the blood streaks that painted her back.  He shook his head
for a moment.  She did not move, knowing that it would quickly bring his
mood back to cruel.  He grabbed her hand roughly and led her to the bedroom
without saying a word.

   Part of her harbored a deep dread, thinking that he was going to chain
her up and prepare her for more torture.

   "Lay on your stomach." He requested in a tone much gentler than he had
displayed all night.

   She quickly obeyed him and lay upon the bed.  Lea closed her eyes and
prepared herself for the worse.  She heard him leave the room momentarily.
She trembled in fear as she awaited his return.

   He sat down on the edge of the bed next to way she laid.  She felt the
soft damp washcloth dabbing the sore tears in her flesh.  He was so gentle
and loving as he cleaned up the blood.

   She remained motionless as his hand then moved down her body.  He
slipped it between her legs and began to wipe away the leaking seminal
fluids.  She did not resist his touch.  Her legs spread slowly for him.  He
watched with growing interest as she presented her abused pussy to him.

   He disappeared back into the bathroom for a couple minutes to rinse out
the cloth before continuing.  Once again, he tenderly began to clean her
delicate flesh.  He noticed how her body reacted to the softness of his
touch.

   Her body could not help but succumb to the caress of the warm cloth.  It
was so soothing and almost arousing.  He continued as he noticed her hips
lifting slightly from the bed.  James could tell she was enjoying it.  He
laid the washrag aside and began to trace his fingertip over her vaginal
lips.

   They bloomed for him for the first time.  He could feel her arousal
growing as the heat emanated from her tender hole.  Her clit was beginning
to poke out slightly, signaling her submission to his touch.  He gently
strummed his finger over it.

   Lea tried to stop herself but the feeling spread slowly through her and
infected her entire body.  The complacentness quickly washed away some of
the anger and fear that he had instilled in her.

   He manipulated the little nub with his thumb as the tip of his finger
traced up and down her lips, feeling them grow wetter as he stroked them.

   Lea continued to struggle to maintain control over her body.  It was
getting hard to by the minute.  She bit down hard on her lip as she tried
to stifle a moan that tried to break free but she was too late.

   Hearing her sent him into a frenzy of desire.  He knew if he continued
he would make her cum for him just as he had desired.  He began to push two
fingers in and out of her, curving them to hit all the right spots.

   Her body began to move every so slightly.  He could feel her heating up
as he picked up the pace.  It didn't take long before he could feel her
juices seeping out of her as his fingers moved in and out.

   He was getting so hard watching her body accept his touch in such a way.
He had never before seen her so aroused.  Finally, a small tremor of
pleasure shook her to her core.

   "On your back now." He said as he moved back slightly.

   She rolled over and looked up at him.  It was a mixture of pure fear and
lust in her eyes.  The orgasm had confused her.  How someone who hurt her
so bad could have made her feel so good.

   He moved to place his hand between her legs once again.  This time she
flinched.  The rage quickly boiled inside him.

   "You fucking slut.  Haven't you learned yet that you are mine
completely?" He struck her hard across the face.

   She put her hands up to shield her face in reaction to it.  James
quickly climbed on top of her.  His fingers gripped her throat and began to
squeeze.  Lea struggled for every breath as he stared down at her coldly.
This time he released her again before she blacked out.

   "Don't you fucking move." he snarled as he climbed off her.

   He left the room for a moment returning with an empty beer bottle.  He
stood by the door holding the neck of it.  He then smashed it against the
frame.

   Lea jumped at the sound.  Her eyes were widened and panic struck her
deeply.  He then leaned down and picked up a big piece of the shattered
glass.

   She shrunk back on the bed as he approached.  He held the jagged piece
of glass in one hand, the neck of the broken bottle in the other.  He
stared coldly at her.

   "You have a fucking choice bitch.  Either you lay still and don't
fucking piss me off worse while I do this...  or you move and you find out
what this bottle feels like in your cunt..."

   She froze in terror.  He sat the broken bottle down on the mattress and
spread her legs.  Her body was rigid with fear.  She let out a loud whimper
as he put shard of glass to her inner thigh just below her pussy.

   She didn't dare to move as he pressed down and began to slice into her
skin.  He made sure the cuts were deep enough to leave scares.  She didn't
look but she could tell what he was doing.

   J...A....  He continued to carve the letters into her.  Tears streamed
down her cheeks as she sobbed.  She tried to hold it all in but there was
no way she could.  It hurt excessively much.

   M...E...S She nearly passed out as he finished his handiwork.  The blood
streamed down her leg and pooled on the mattress.

   He laughed cruelly at her as he slapped his hand hard over the bloody
letters.  She flinched as his hand connected.  He went deadly silent in a
flash as he reached for the bottle.

   "Oh god no please James.  I am so sorry." She sobbed trying to show
repentance for her action.

   He did not care.  He jammed the jagged glass into her pussy lips and
began to slowly twist.  He shredded the puffy pink little flaps and tore
into her clit.  The intensity of it was too much for her and she soon
slipped back into the realm of unconsciousness to try to escape the reality
of life.

   James was not finished with her yet, not by a long shot.  He discarded
the bottle fragment in the small trashcan by the bed.  Her body appeared
lifeless as it limply lay on the large bed.  He watched the slight rise and
fall of her chest with each breath.  He climbed back onto the bed.  The
bright red blood poured from the slashes.

   The essence stained the bed and his knees where he knelt.  He looked
down at her with great disdain.  He slapped her face with all his might. 
Her cheek reddened instantly where the strike landed but she did not even
flinch.  He drew back again.  His hand cruelly landed against her face once
again.  This time she began to stir.

   "Wake up you filthy fucking whore," He muttered as he grabbed her by the
shoulders and shook her like a rag doll.

   She opened her eyes slowly.  He drew back his clenched fist and punched
her hard in the face.  Not a sound from her.  He glared coldly at her.  It
was almost as if she had completely given up any will she had left to live.
Her eye began to swell quickly as the bruise formed.  She just dropped her
head, weeping silently as he released his grip on her shoulder

   James then stood up and grabbed her by the wrist.  She fell to the floor
as he yanked her out of bed.  Lea stumbled to her feet and followed behind
him as he dragged her into the living room once more.  The cuts on her
thighs still ached as she moved as a constant reminder of his twisted sense
of love.  He flung her down against the cold hard floor in front of the
fireplace.

   Her instincts to flee kicked in.  She rolled onto her knees and tried to
crawl away as he turned his back to her.  He was rummaging for something by
the corner of the fireplace where the poker and shovel rested.  She made it
half way to the side door when he turned and saw her.  Swiftly he came
behind her and brought his heel down on her spine as hard as he could.  She
landed against the floor as she felt the sharp pain shoot through her body.


   He crouched down and grabbed her by the ankles, dragging her face down
across the floor to the spot she previously laid.  He dug his heal into her
lower back as he picked up the handle to the tool he had searched for and
shoved the metal end into the flames.  He then knelt down and rolled her
over onto her back.  She was certain that he would kill her now.  She had
never seen him quite this angry.

   He spread her legs as widely as he could and stared down at the blood
that was beginning to dry over her thighs and pussy.  He then looked into
her eyes.  He showed no real emotion other than a frenzied anger as he
placed his balled up fist against her opening and began to push forward as
hard as he could.  She bit down on her lip to keep from screaming but it
did not help.  As the widest part of his fist split her pussy open, she let
out a loud shriek.

   "Shut the fuck up you stupid cunt.  This is what you want.  You must
like it when I treat you like the whore you are.  You always do something
to make me hurt you like this." he scolded her.

   She tried to quiet herself but she continued to whimper which quickly
brought his hand crashing down against her cheek.  He continued to lurch
forward until he was buried past his wrist inside her warm cunt.  He began
to twist his hand as he tried to open it, painfully stretching her open. 
She sobbed as he punched into her pussy hard and deep.  The wet mixture of
her natural lubricating juices and blood dripped off him as he plunged in
and out of her.

   Her entire body trembled with fear.  He laughed cruelly as he pumped his
fist in and out of her.  Once he had ripped her apart to his liking he slid
his hand out of her abused hole and held it up.  The bloody concoction that
covered his skin glistened in the firelight.

   "Now let's open that ass up," he hissed.

   "Oh god no James....please...I'll do anything you want... just please no
more," she spat out between sobs.

   "Oh believe me bitch you will do whatever I want regardless of what
happens next.  If you don't like that too fucking bad.  There is nothing
you can do."

   He mercilessly crammed three fingers into her clenched little ass.  She
stiffened immediately as tears streamed down her face.  She closed her eyes
tight as her face contorted in pain.  He began to hammer in hard and fast
as he watched the tiny opening stretch around his thick digits.  His cock
once again began to awaken.

   "On your fucking knees whore...NOW," he commanded as he tore his fingers
out of her ass.

   She reluctantly obeyed and rolled over onto her hands and knees.  He
immediately grabbed her head and slammed it downward against the floor. 
She let out a groan as it hit.  Her nose began to ooze blood as she
remained in that position, her forehead resting on the floor and ass high
in the air.  He then reached down and pried her thighs apart, making sure
to dig his fingers into the marred flesh.  The tip of his cock rudely poked
at the bloody entrance to her womanhood.  It slipped in without any
resistance.  The warm crimson juices coated him as he began to thrust
brutally into her.

   His fingers once again found her battered ass and began to probe it
roughly.  This time he managed to fit four fingers inside.  Her sloppy cunt
providing the lubricant for it once again.  He alternated thrusts, curving
his fingers inside her and using them to pull her back into his cock.  She
buried her head against her forearms and tried to stifle the screams of
agony as he continued to angrily abuse her body.

   He grunted as he pushed all four fingers completely into her ass.  She
felt incredibly tight as he pounded away uncaring about her feelings.  He
pulled his fingers almost out of her ass, leaving just the tips in as he
positioned his thumb and began to push again.  This forced a sharp scream
from her as he ripped the once tight ring of muscle to shreds.

   He continued to prod both holes as hard as he could, glancing
occasionally at the handle sticking out of the fireplace.  Luckily, for
her, she had no idea what final act of cruelty was in store for her yet. 
He finally forced his hand in up to his wrist and let out a triumphant
moan. Blood now dripped from her ass as well as her pussy and face.  His
other hand gripped her hip tightly as he dug his nails into her flesh.

   His cock began to twitch inside her stretched hole as he felt his balls
begin to tighten.  He closed his eyes as he tried to hold out.  He didn't
want the moment to end just yet.  He slipped his bloodstained hand out of
her ass as his pace slowed slightly in an effort to last longer.  It
prolonged him for several minutes longer as he focused on what would come
next.  Suddenly his hand forced back into her ass roughly.

   She screamed again, which triggered him to release thick pearly ropes of
cum into her womb.  He pushed his fist in as far as he could as she tried
to pull away.  He pinned her in place as he emptied his semen inside her
destroyed opening.  James panted as he held still for what seemed to her
like an eternity.  Painfully he pulled completely free of her body, leaving
her laying face down and trembling.  He reached down and rolled her onto
her back.  He pulled her up by the hair and crudely smeared his cock over
her face, letting the blood and pussy secretions cover her face before
pushing her back down.

   She did not open her eyes.  She knew that it wouldn't matter if she did
or not because the horror was not about to stop.  He grabbed the long
handle, pulled the metal rod from the fire, and looked down at her.  With
his free hand, he reached down and slapped her across the face.

   "Look at me you stupid whore," he growled.

   She opened her eyes and was terrified at the site in front of her.  In
his hand was a long slender metal rod with a wooden handle.  The end of the
rod was bent metal forming the initials JM.  She began to sob again
immediately.  He smiled with a sinful glee sparkling in his eyes as he
turned the handle, holding it in both hands and guiding the white-hot tip
toward her breast.  First, he went for the right nipple.  The searing pain
shot through her body and caused her to jerk and scream.  The smell of
burnt flesh wafted through the cabin.  He again plunged the metal into the
fire, admiring his handiwork for a moment while it reheated.  Again pulling
it from the flames, he proceeded to scar the left nipple as well.  Another
bloodcurdling scream rang through the house.  He laughed and tossed it back
into the fire.  She laid there writhing in agony as he stood straddling her
body.

   She looked up at him pleadingly.  He held his limp cock in his hand
aiming it toward her disfigured nipples and a stream of piss began to shoot
forth.  He watched it splash over her breasts as he moved it from one to
the other, covering both in the acrid liquid.  He then aimed higher,
covering her face in the golden fluid.  He could not help but laugh at her
and her predicament.  Her body laid there bloody and broken, reeking of his
urine.

   He calmly walked into the bathroom and turned on the water in the tub.
Without saying a word, he walked back in and scooped her up in his arms. 
James then carried her to the bathroom and cruelly dropped her into the
large metal bathtub as it continued to fill with pure cold water.

   The icy reddening water stung her warm, torn up flesh as she submerged
herself into the tub.  She could not scream any more.  Something inside her
had broken finally.  She knew now that she would never truly be able to
please him and make the pain stop.  It was a lost cause as she thought her
hope of survival was.

   Lea stared up at James.  The soft warm glow now cold and dead.  She
finally accepted what she was to him.  Her scarred body, covered still with
dark bruises and cuts, trembled in the cold bath.  He said nothing as he
extended his hand, holding out a bar of soap to her.

   Her hand inched forward and took it from him.  She broke eye contact
quickly and began to wash herself with the tainted water.  He could see it
all change before his very eyes.  She was dead inside now.  He had finally
torn away everything and left her empty.

   "When you finish go to bed..." he said as he laid a towel on the chair
and walked out of the bathroom.

   She slipped out of the frigid water and dried herself off.  When she
went back to the bedroom, there was a fresh set of sheets laying on the
dresser as well as a t-shirt.  She slipped the shirt over her head, and
then proceeded to strip the soiled sheets from the bed.  She took her time
changing them, making sure she did a flawless job, assuming he would see
it. She crawled into bed, sleeping on the side where her blood had stained
the mattress, knowing that is what he would have wanted.

   He never did enter the bedroom that night.  In the morning, she awoke
and went to the bathroom to pee.  She found her clothing along with a
package of ready to use douches, a fresh towel and bar of soap laying
there. She showered and groomed herself to look presentable.  Her body
ached as she moved.  She tried to push past the pain and speedily return to
him.

   He just looked at her and walked to the door.  She followed him
hesitantly as he went to the car.  The entire journey home was spent in
completely silence.  She dared not speak without him first speaking to her.
She knew it would anger him severely.  He pulled into the driveway at her
house in the middle of the afternoon.  He put the car in park but did not
shut it off as he opened the door and climbed out.  She was puzzled as to
what was going on.  Lea did not move until he opened the door for her.  She
got out and stood there by the car, staring down at the pavement below her
feet.  The door slammed shut causing her to jump.  She flinched as she
awaited a strike from him, but none came.

   Then he walked back around to his side of the car, reaching in and
pulling out her bag and setting it down next to the car.  His door slammed
shut and he peeled out of the driveway, not giving her a second glance. 
She watched in sheer and utter shock as he drove away.  She broke down and
fell to her knees in a crumpled pile in the middle of the driveway as he
disappeared from sight.

   A neighbor found her sobbing uncontrollably in a huddled mass and called
the cops.  Lea never pressed charges or would divulge any information about
the identity of the man who had so brutally attacked her and resisted the
attempts to force her to seek medical attention until after she knew there
was no way to collect a usable DNA sample.

   Now she sits in the chair by the front window staring out emotionlessly.
Nothing has replaced what died inside her that day in the cabin.  Some say
it was the rape.  Other say it was the trauma of the nearly deadly
miscarriage she suffered a couple months later.  The fact of the matter is
she is just a shell of a human being now, a frail reminder of his cruelty
and a living testament to the insanity that took over her life.