From: dracthyus@aol.com (Dracthyus)
Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories
Subject: Criminal Dreams (m/f, nc, torture, rape)
Date: 29 Mar 1996 01:08:27 -0500

			   Criminal Dreams
				  by
			      Dracthyus

	The limousine brought me up to the main house, and I stepped
out, shaking out my floor-length black leather overcoat. I hated
having to do things like what I was here to do.

	"You can hit the rec-room," I told the chauffeur. "I'll beep
you when I'm ready to go."

	"Yes, sir," he said, driving off. My door closed itself... a
pricey option, but it's saved my life at least once. The main house
looked pretty sedate for what it was. The rec room was actually a
smaller house, on the far side of the complex. I had given my men
about six hundred thou, and told them to put whatever they wanted in
it. It's their hangout, I don't go in. It's bugged, of course. That's
how I knew I had to do what I was here for.

	The main house appeared empty, which was a lie. I dropped my
overcoat across a chair. When I came back up, it would be neatly hung
in the hall closet. Servants should be invisible, and mine did their
best. Then, I took the spiral staircase to the downstairs.

	Mike and Vinny were waiting for me down there, sitting in one
of the overstuffed lounges, watching the reason I had to come here.
She was sitting in an armchair, looking around herself nervously. She
had a good reason.

	"Hey, guys. She give you any trouble?" I asked.

	"No, boss. She came real quiet-like. I think she's scared,"
said Vinny. Mike just smiled.

	"Right," I said. I sat down at a chair across from her.
"Hello, Marie."

	She looked at me, terror in her eyes. She was beautiful... she
was black, with long, expensively styled hair, large, full lips, with
bright red lipstick, big, beautiful brown eyes, wide with terror and
brimming with tears. She was a little heavy, but she carried mostly in
the right places. Her low-cut white blouse and tight grey skirt
showed off what she had pretty well.

	She tried to say something, but no sound came out. "All right,
Marie," I said. "You and I are going to have a talk. And then, we'll
see what happens. You understand, I need you to be nice and
cooperative while we have this talk, right?"

	As she nodded, tears streaming down her face, Mike took his
cue, grabbed her by her arm, stood her up, (she shrieked a little),
and took her to the table. Vinny joined him there, and they forced her
down, onto her back on the table. They secured her hands, first, above
her head, then they did her ankles to the lower two corners. It was a
padded exam table, with plenty of loops and hooks and rings, and it
was very adjustable. I paid a lot for that table, because every so
often, I needed to do this. I suppose I hate having to do this, but
not the act itself. But then, I'm a criminal. This is what I do.

	Marie was crying openly as Mike and Vinny finished, which made
her big boobs shake a lot. "Take a walk, guys. Jack's in the rec-room.
I'll call over when I need you."

	Without a word, they left. Well trained. I tilted the table
up, so that Marie was upright. I grabbed some kleenex from the
countertop, and dried her face, helped her blow her nose. Even bound
helplessly, a few simple acts of kindness can calm down just about any
hysterical woman. Oh, it works for men, too.

	"Now, Marie," I said, "you took a lot of money that was mine.
A lot of it. I want it back."

	"It wasn't me, John," she said, tears starting to flow again.
"It was Bob. He got me to do it, he took it away from me! I don't have
it, John, I swear to God!"

	I sighed, and went to the freezer. It was a large freezer,
floor to ceiling. I opened the door, and she screamed. She probably
screamed because Bob's frozen, gutted corpse was hanging on a hook,
eyes open, mouth gaping wide with a hook in it. I closed the door, and
waited for her to stop screaming. It took a minute.

	"Bob didn't have the money, Marie. I know that for a fact. It
also wasn't his idea. A man doesn't lie to you when you're holding his
liver." I went back to the counter, and started pulling on my
surgical rubber gloves. "Neither does a woman."

	"John, please... I didn't do it... "

	Surgical gloves on, I took my little stainless steel scissors
over to her. "I could play you the tape of you and Robert in bed
together, over at the rec-room, when you told him your plan. I KNOW
you took my money, Marie. And you WILL tell me all about it."

	I started to snip buttons off of her blouse, casually. I went
to med-school for a while, I knew how to handle the instruments.

	"John... I'm sorry... I don't know what he told you, but I
swear... "

	It was kind of sad, really. She wasn't much to my
organization, just a third-rate paper pusher. Sometimes, for extra
cash, she came over to the rec-room and kept the boys happy. I barely
knew who she was, in fact. But, she had gotten access to some of my
cash, and she was stupid enough to take some. A large some. Now, she
was stupid enough to lie to me about it. She said some other things
while I took all the buttons off of her blouse. None of it was going
to be honest, so I didn't really listen. I threw the buttons in the
trash can, and turned back to her.

	"Marie, very shortly, I am going to ask you nicely, once more.
If you tell me what I want to know, this doesn't get any uglier. I get
my money back, you go back to work, and you never cross me again. If
you don't tell me what I want to know... well, it WILL get uglier."

	"God, John... I swear, I don't know about the money, you can't
do this... "

	They usually say something like this, at this point. I started
at the collar, on the right side of her neck, and begin to cut the
blouse, down the shoulder, down, across her arm, until the sleeve was
completely open on top. I did the same on her left side... letting the
cold metal of the surgical scissors touch the side of her neck, making
her flinch. When the cut was finished, I dragged the blouse off of
her, leaving her bound, wadded it up, and threw it away. She was
crying a lot, now, and trying to talk. She wasn't doing too well.

	I undid the belt of her skirt, and, starting at the waistband,
cut down the side, all the way down to, and past the hem. I pulled
that off, too.

	She was so frightened that she was shaking. Her white bra and
matching panties looked very pretty, especially with the white lace
garter belt and the white stockings. Pity I had to ruin them all. She
closed her eyes and turned her head away as I cut off the bra, and
threw it away. She began to whimper quietly when I cut her panties
loose, and she was howling, tears flying, as I cut free the hose and
garter. Her shoes went last.

	"You have some very pretty jewelry," I told her, as I pulled
the large gold rings from her fingers. "It must have cost a lot." I
took the necklace, the bracelets, and the ear rings. She lay naked,
screaming and crying, as I tilted the table back, so that she was
lying down. I put the scissors back on the counter, and walked back
over to her. "It probably cost more than I pay you. One last time,
nicely, Marie. Where is my money?"

	She gathered her wits, squeezing her eyes shut tight,
concentrated, and did something stupid. She looked up at me, blinked
her big, beautiful, shining eyes. "John," she said, "I told you, I
don't know where your money is. Robert did. Now he's dead, we'll never
know where it is!" She got a little hysterical at the end. Liars
usually do.

	"Bad decision, Marie," I said, as I got the ball-gag from the
counter. She clamped her mouth shut, and shook her head from side to
side as I started to apply it... so I grabbed her by the throat, and
pressed my fingers up under her jaw, choking her and causing her
intense pain. When she opened her mouth to try to scream, I slammed
the ball home, and quickly fastened the straps around her head. I
brought over a tall stool and sat on it, looking down at her bound,
gagged, naked body.

	I took a key from my pocket. "See this, Marie? It's the safe-
deposit key I got off of Robert. You had a duplicate in your
apartment... I had it searched while Mike and Vinny were bringing you
in. I used some contacts, found the bank they match. I have my money
back already, Marie. I don't need you to tell me anything."

	She looked up at me, eyes wide, shock and confusion in them. I
put the key back in my pocket, and continued. "You could have told me,
Marie. You had every chance to tell me what I wanted to know. Now,
you've forced me to get ugly with you, Marie. I have to make an
example out of you. No one crosses me, Marie. Certainly not some two-
bit weekend whore like you."

	She squirmed. She writhed, trying to break the bonds that held
her. I let her do that for a minute, it usually gets them tired. Then,
I worked a crank on the underside of the table.

	The hooks that her ankles were tied to lifted, spread, fell
back... they were the stirrups for a gynecological examination, folded
under the table until needed. I needed them now. Her legs were spread
wide, lifted, her knees brought back. Her pussy and ass were
completely exposed to me, as I wanted. She gave a long series of
muffled screams as I went back to the counter, and retrieved an
instrument you don't find in many operating rooms... a simple pair of
pliers. I sat on the table, between her widely spread thighs, and
worked it a few times, making sure the action was loose enough. I
usually kept my tools well oiled, but there hadn't really been time
since doing Robert. He hadn't liked the pliers, much. Neither would
his slut thief girlfriend.

	Smiling, I reached out one rubber-gloved finger, and began to
stroke the soft pink skin between her spread pussy lips. She howled
behind the gag, squirmed, fought... but that's what they all do.
Slowly, my finger found her clit, and I began teasing it, playing with
it. I moved my fingers in little circles around her sensitive love-
nub, and was pleased to see she felt like reacting. Her clit became
more pronounced, her juices started to flow. She looked up at me with
big, wide eyes, wondering what the hell was going on. That was my cue.

	I carefully took her clit in the gentle embrace of the pliers,
and began to squeeze. It's amazing how much sound a woman in a ball-
gag can produce under the proper encouragement. I got both of my hands
on the handles of the pliers, and squeezed hard. Very hard. Blood
started to ooze out from the sides of the pliers, where the bite of
the tool was crushing it clean out of the sensitive nub... when my
hands got tired of squeezing, I started to twist. I think she passed
out before I was done, but that's all right. Passing out is just part
of the game. I continued to squeeze and twist until her clit tore off
at the root. I applied a dollop of first aid cream and applied
pressure until the bleeding stopped, by which time she awoke, moaning
in pain.

	"I've just torn your clitoris off, Marie," I said, showing her
the ruined remnant. "You took this part better than Bob did."

	She moaned some more, and cried a lot... I was wondering if
her tear ducts would run dry before I was done. I hoped not. Tears
were one of the things I wanted out of her. I put the pliers back on
their place at the counter, and brought back the black dildo with the
metal studs set in it. She looked at it with horror... it was a full
foot long, and three inches thick. Not counting the studs. It looked
painful, and I can assure you from the reactions I've gotten from
people in the past, it was.

	She knew that if I put it up her cunt, it would surely
mutilate her delicate flesh. Her eyes, her big, beautiful, tear-filled
pain-filled eyes, begged me to be kind, to have mercy. I, of course,
refused her any mercy. She had had her chance for mercy. I slowly
forced the thing up her blood-drenched pussy, twisting it as I went.
More blood oozed out around it as the sharp studs bit into the soft,
pink flesh of her vagina. Her screams increased, but were starting to
sound weaker. Oh, well. Some people shouldn't do things to make other
people torture them. Once I had the full twelve inches buried up
inside her, I gave it a little jiggle, just to make sure the studs
were nicely seated in the wounds they had created.

	I got myself a beer. This was, in fact, thirsty work, and I
was getting parched. I was also hard as a rock, but the solution for
that would occur shortly. I went back to my stool next to the table,
and sipped my beer.

	"I'll bet you wish there was something you could say that
would make this all stop, right, Marie?" I asked, as I casually nudged
the end of the dildo with my booted toe. Marie screamed behind the gag
again, and got quite hysterical. I let her do that for a while, until
she realized that all that jerking around only hurt her more. I
finished my beer, and got my pliers again. She looked at me with
terror, all hope gone from her eyes. I smiled at her as I began
working at her left nipple. Squeeze, squeeze harder, crush, twist,
twist some more, brace the feet and twist some more, and the nipple
came right off, torn free. I applied the salve and direct pressure,
but nipples don't bleed much. She was almost resigned to it when I
went to work on the other one, she certainly didn't scream as loudly.
She must think she was going into shock. In truth, I hadn't done
nearly enough damage to her to cause that to happen. Now, it was time
to sit back, and consider the next step.

	Kill her? Sure, it would eliminate her as a problem, but
corpses made bad examples. Sure, people can point to her absence and
say "don't fuck with John, he'll kill you," but death wasn't enough.
People aren't afraid to die, when it comes right down to it. They ARE,
however, afraid of pain. Suddenly, I had it. I smiled, and got my
scalpel from the counter.

	"This won't hurt for long, Marie," I said, as I approached her
with it. She squirmed some, whimpered, and tried to get loose some
more. That was gratifying to see... it would be some of the last
movement she would ever do under her own power. I applied some
alcohol to the backs of her thighs... infection just wouldn't do
right now. Then, I started feeling around, gently probing the backs of
her shapely thighs with my fingers, pressing in, searching... and
found what I was looking for. The incision was quick, small, and
amazingly painful to judge by her reactions. The other leg went
faster, because I knew where to find what I was looking for. It took
several more cuts on each leg, but I made them small, and neat. I
wanted as little scarring as possible. I even took a moment to put in
some stitches. I think she passed out again while I was working, at
least she got quieter. Then, I went to work on her shoulders. The cold
touch of the alcohol swab woke her up, and she screamed as I started
my final incisions. Well, she had good reason. Several small, neat
cuts, some stitch work... and it was done. She passed out again, so I
had another beer, and waited for her to wake up.

	When she woke up, she looked at me with her red, swollen
tear-filled eyes, full of pain and questions. I sat on my stool, and
smiled.

	"I've done something special to you, Marie. I've cut all the
major tendons in your arms and legs. You're paralyzed, Marie. The pain
will go away... in about a month or so. You can't walk, can't move
under your own power, can't use your hands... you've just become a
living sex-doll."

	I untied her ankles and wrists, and watched as they fell
helplessly against the table. She cried a lot... she was getting good
at that. Excellent.

	"I'm going to put some glue around that dildo, Marie... it's
going to be in your pussy for the rest of your life. I'm going to have
you taken to my bedroom, now, Marie. My people will clean you up a
bit. Then, you'll get a preview of what I have in mind for you."

	I left her, lying there, paralyzed, helpless. My cock was very
hard by now, and it was about time for her to take care of that. I
gave the invisible servants upstairs some instructions, then went for
a quick soak in the hot tub out back. Smiling, I put on a large,
black, terrycloth robe, and went up to my bedroom.

	She was lying on the bed, naked, arms and legs akimbo. She'd
been cleaned up a bit, and allowed and aided to relieve herself. The
gag had been removed, and she looked at me with hatred.

	"You bastard," she said, almost spitting at me. "You had no
right to do this to me."

	I reached out, and grabbed her nipple-less left breast,
fondling it. She squirmed a little bit, moving her torso, but there
was no way she could dislodge my hand. "I have every right, Marie. I'm
the Man, and you fucked with me. You should have known better."

	I stood up, and dropped my robe, letting her see my naked body
and rock-hard cock.

	"You only have two choices, Marie. You can either open those
gorgeous lips of yours, and suck my cock... "

	"I'll DIE first, you bastard!" she said, just before she
clamped her lips shut. I smiled, and continued.

	"... or, I can simply turn you over, and fuck you up your ass.
You still have a nice, long, hard dildo with metal spikes on it up
your pussy, and you always will. Can you imagine how it will feel when
my cock is pressing on that sensitive flesh of yours, rubbing it
against those sharp steel spikes?"

	I knelt on the bed, next to her head. "How stupid are you
going to be, Marie? I'm giving you one chance to not get fucked up
your ass. Open your mouth now, Marie. This is the only mercy you're
going to get from me."

	She was stupid. She insisted on keeping her mouth shut. I
shrugged, and flipped her over onto her stomach. She whimpered as I
slid a pillow under her hips, and spread her helpless thighs wide. I
applied a little lubrication to my rampant cock, and lay on top of
her. Slowly, I started to slide my long, hard cock into her helpless
anus.

	She moaned a little as I started, then my cock, pressing her
anal tissues apart, began to press one sensitive, damaged layer of
flesh and muscle hard against the spikes and the dildo. She screamed,
a long, gratuitous scream. I smiled, and pressed on. She was
breathless from screaming by the time I was entirely buried up her
rectum, so I rested there, letting her tortured ass and pussy get
vaguely used to the sensations. Then, I started to fuck her... hard.
Very hard. The flesh of her pussy was shredded to ribbons against the
steel spikes on the dildo as my cock displaced that flesh, over and
over and over. Her hot, tight ass gripped my cock as it had never been
gripped before, not only with the inherent tightness of a little-used
asshole, but with the spasms of immense pain traveling though her
entire body. When I came, I came hard, spraying my seed up her
helpless, raped ass. I let it sit there, inside of her, for a few
minutes, softening, then I slowly pulled it out, getting one more
long, agonized moan from her. I went into the bathroom and got cleaned
up, leaving her to recover... a bit.

	She was crying quietly into the pillow when I came back out,
and flipped her back over onto her back.

	I sat on the bed next to her head, and stroked her hair,
gently. "Now, Marie... I'm going to have you taken to one of my
whore-houses, and have you billed as the living rape-doll. I guarantee
you... fifteen, maybe twenty men a day will come in, and force you to
suck their cocks, and fuck you up your ass. And it's always going to
hurt about that much. Maybe some women will come in to use you, too.
The people who work the house will keep you clean, and give you enough
food and water to keep you alive."

	I stood up, and started to get dressed. "And that's going to
be the rest of your pathetic life, bitch. You could have talked. You
could have talked a long time ago. And every day, as you're taking a
cock up your ass or down your throat, you're going to be thinking that
you could have talked to me, and told me what I wanted to know."

	"John," she said, barely in control of her voice, "I'm... I'm
sorry... please, don't do this to me... I'll do whatever you want,
anything, anything I can... I'll suck you whenever you want it, I'll
make it good, John... let me just stay here, please... "

	I actually thought about it. My very own living rape-doll, any
time I wanted it... I DID want that in my bed. I wanted a woman,
slaved to my desires, deprived of her own pleasure forever, dependent
upon me for life itself... but not this woman. This one had a purpose
in life.

	"No, Marie. Because from now on, whenever someone fucks with
me, or thinks they can hide something from me, I'm going to send them
to the whorehouse, to see you. I'm going to tell them that you fucked
with me, and that you are what happens when people fuck with me. And
they're going to watch you squirm, and listen to you scream as you get
raped up the ass, and they're going to know not to fuck with me."

	She cried as I walked out, and I stopped at the door, and
turned. "You have a sister, though. And tomorrow, she'll be in that
bed, sucking my cock, struggling against her paralyzed arms and legs.
And she's going to know that she is being raped up her tortured ass
and forced to suck my cock because you were stupid. Good bye, Marie.
Now, I'm done with you."

	She screamed, she cried, and I left. Getting a hold of her
sister would be easy. I called for Jack to come pick me up in the
limo, and got ready for the rest of my day. Sometimes, I love my job.