Chapter 1

     Like a shadow, he stood near the top of the staircase
leading to the darkened dungeon far below. The quietness seemed
oppressive as he strained to hear if she were making any
movements. Practically drooling with anticipation, he fantasized
in his mind's eye what she would look like and how she would be
suffering. He started down the stairway leading to the room where
he had carried her several hours earlier. The stirring in his
crotch was an indication of how eager he was to get on with his
games. The waiting while the chloroform wore off had excited him
to a peak of near explosive savagery. His only concern now was if
his assistant had carried out his orders the way she was supposed
to. God help her if she hadn't.
     As he neared the bottom of the long wooden stairway, he
could still see her in his mind's eye as she had stepped from the
stage entrance behind the theater. Her long blond hair, blown
suddenly across her face nearly covered her deep green eyes and
sensuous  mouth. After the long wait in the dark and cold, he had
nearly suffered heart failure when throwing his arm around her
body. His hand had fallen on one full breast, the softness taking
the breath out of his lungs. Holding the rag over her mouth and
nose, the feel of it jutting against his palm had burned into his
brain like a fire brand.
     The chloroform had worked well. She fell so quickly he had
nearly been pulled down with her. Struggling to carry her limp
form unseen out of the darkened alley, he felt quite fortunate no
one had blundered into the sinister tableau. She had been like a
rag doll as he toiled to lock her in place in the rear of his
van. Once she had been secured to the overhead stanchion he had
simply to drive her to his ornate estate and carry her down the
stairs to his ornate medieval dungeon. There he had left her in
the hands of a trusted slave until the chloroform wore off ending
her deep slumber.

     Now, hours later, he stood at the heavy oak doorway, his
cock hard and pulsating as it jutted away from his groin area.
Holding his breath in anticipation, he opened the door and
slipped quickly inside. Only torch light would suffice for this
erotic encounter and he hurried to light the torch protruding
from the wall. 
     The sudden flare as the match exploded into life brought a 
sharp intake of breath from inside the room. Quickly touching the
flame to the torch he turned to let his eyes fall on the raised
platform and the figure it held. His cock twitched and grew even
harder as he stared at her, savoring every moment as she gasped
for breath. He saw she had been placed in the position he had
ordered. Hilda had done exactly as she was told. 
     It was incredible to see her struggling in the restraints.
She had a body of perfection, deeply tanned from hours in the
sun, and she was completely nude. The lines of a bikini bottom
stood out white against the bronze skin. Not even that would
describe it, more the outline of a small G-string perhaps, barely
enough to cover the slit of her pussy and no more. Her delicate
blond pubic hair had been nearly removed to fit the outline of
the suit leaving only a bare minimum to cover the entrance to her
love garden. 
     Her breasts stood out, firm and round, curving gracefully to
a magnificent point, the nipples surrounded by aureoles no larger
than a half dollar. Just the type he loved. No covering for those
beauties, he thought to himself. They were the same sun bronzed
sheen as the rest of her body. Just the type to drive men mad, he
chuckled. She probably took great pleasure letting them watch as
she soaked up the rays. Let em look, just don't let em touch. He
laughed out loud then, knowing her life was about to change
dramatically. She was going to get touched, oh, how she was going
to get touched.    
     Her head was high as her flashing eyes strained to see into
the gloom. A wide strip of adhesive tape stretched across her
mouth, cutting off any sounds she might make. Other than an ugly
growl deep inside her throat, it was perfect. Her arms had been
pulled upward to the corners of a framework affair, the tension
pulling her tits full and erect. The cool air had made her
nipples hard and delightful to look at. Moving his eyes downward
he could see her legs and ankles, stretched painfully apart and
tied to the corners of the platform she was forced to stand on. 

     Chuckling out loud, he could see her cringe as he stepped
closer. Reaching out his dirty hand, he slowly ran his index
finger around the silky smooth edge of her nipple. She gasped and
struggled against her bonds but the ropes held her fast. She was
helpless as he continued his arousing game. Arousing for him, not
her. The crying and moaning sounds did nothing more than make him
even hotter than he already was. As he squeezed and fondled her,
he was delighted to see her nipples grow even harder and more
turgid. "Good, sweet cheeks," he smirked at her. "I love tits
that respond this way. Be a good girl and maybe I'll let you keep
them."
     A look of terror appeared in the woman's eyes. She tried to
struggle but to no avail. The pain was probably too much. He
laughed and stepped back, hypnotized by her beautifully tanned
and naked body. It was much the same reaction an addict would
experience after taking a hit. Seeing a beautiful woman in this
position was his addiction. It lifted him, made him feel wild,
wonderful, vitalized. Especially when he visualized the finale to
all this, sinking his turgid cock into his helpless victim. 
     Working without wasted motion, he removed her from her
hanging position and threw her onto a homemade replica of an
ancient torture rack. Overpowering her expected struggle for
freedom, he brutally encased her flailing wrists and arms in more
tight fitting rope and tied her to the upper corners of the
device. Once her arms were immobilized, it was only a matter of
moments until he had her flailing legs spread and secured. The
urge to bury his tongue in the musk of her pussy was overwhelming
but he fought it off. 
     Staring down at her, he smiled for an instant. Looking into
her deep green eyes, he began speaking in his high, squeaky
voice. "I'll tell you this only once, my dear. I'm going to
remove the tape from your mouth. You don't scream or yell. Do you
understand?"
     She stared back at him, fright etched into her face. He
squeezed one of her nipples tightly between his thumb and
forefinger. The reaction was instant as she screamed through the
gag and nodded her head up and down. "Good," he muttered. "Now
then, you do exactly as I command and you may come out of this
with your life. It's up to you how much you suffer."
     Taking the corner of the tape in his fingers, he tore it
from her lips. She gasped and opened her mouth as if to talk.
Taking advantage quickly, he leaped onto her and guided his now
monstrously hard cock into the open orifice. Sliding the head
across her tongue, he forced it deep into the back of her throat.
He felt her gag at the sudden intrusion. "You know what to do,
don't you girlie?" he snickered.
     She had no choice. She was tied spread eagle, unable to
move. The huge member filled her mouth so completely she could
only suck it deeper into her warm, moist opening in an effort to
breathe. He felt like he was on fire as the vacuum enlarged him
even more. He could feel the juice burning through his veins as
it built to a quick point of heat and ejaculation. He could
hardly contain himself as he fought to curtail his first jolt of
cum. It was sweet torture, the way he liked it the best. 
     Using all the will power he could muster, he pulled out of
her warm, wet mouth and slithered down her body, making sure his
wet hardon slid through the valley of her tits and across her
flat belly. He was by now nearly insane with want for the dark
slit encased in her beautiful triangle of pubic hair. Like a wild
animal, he snarled as he drove his mouth between her legs and
buried his darting tongue in the sweetness of the slit. Surprise
encased him as he found her gushy and hot down there. Sucking a
man's cock did that to some women. The squeal emitting from her
throat as he hit the tip of her clit nearly ended it for him.
With a tremendous upheaval, her hips rose off the table, forcing
her cunt harder against his burning mouth. "Don't stop," she
gasped. 
     Jesus, the bitch must be getting off on this. Pulling away
reluctantly, he stared down at her writhing body, her eyes full
of fear and at the same time a longing look for more. "You're
going to be sorry for that display, bitch," he spat at her.
     Rushing across the room, his cock jutting like a massive
spear, he tore open a large metal wall locker. Like a man
possessed, he tore into it, searching for something. Moments
later, a grunt of satisfaction emitting from his throat, he
turned and headed back in her direction. In his hand he carried a
massive rubber dildo, one so huge it caused her to panic before
she started pleading with him. "My God, no, you wouldn't. Please,
you can't."
     "Oh yes. We're going to see just how much you get off after
this is embedded in that pussy of yours."
     The woman screamed and thrashed about on top of the rack,
she threw her body back and forth as best she could within the
restraints as he sat about his grisly task. The dildo was
massive, too massive, much too large for anything except perhaps
a small pony. He tried penetrating her with it, but it was an
impossible task. She nearly split his ear drums as he pushed and
manipulated it between her legs. Then he had an idea. Laying it
aside, he reached down and inserted his middle finger inside her
gyrating cunt. Instantly she slowed her movements. Rapidly moving
his finger about, she began to moan slightly deep within her
throat. He inserted another finger, and another, until he was
able to slide his whole hand inside her scalding body. By this
time the woman was beyond caring, she was continuously moaning as
he played between the lips of her vagina. Experimentally, he
doubled his fist. Even then she was so slippery and sloppy he had
no trouble.
     Deciding it was time, he removed his hand. Picking up the
dildo, he positioned it at the entrance of her dark triangle and
slammed it into her body with one swift blow. The sound she made
was one of someone having their hand or foot mangled. Loud and
hideous from the bottom of her lungs as the dildo tore into her.
It happened so swiftly her vagina had no chance to compensate for
the size of the thing. The tearing of flesh was evident as her
blood trickled down from below her pussy. Watching as it slid
deep within her body, he felt as if his cock would explode.
Seeing her writhe and buck atop the rack, unable to move, was his
elixir. Her pain must have been terrific judging from the grimace
on her face. 
     "You see what happens? You're not here to enjoy this, I am."
     "Please," she choked, "the pain, I can't . . . take . . .
the pain. No more, oh, God, please, no more."
     The instrument caused a loud sucking noise as he withdrew
it. She screamed again, probably pain caused by the vacuum of the
withdrawal. He stared at her gaping pussy, stretched now beyond
even his imagination. Pretty stupid, he thought to himself. I've
opened her up so a fuckin horse couldn't enjoy it.
     "Your lucky day, bitch." he snarled. "You get a reprieve
until you get your cunt shrunk back to normal. How's that grab
ya?"
     "You slimy bastard," she managed to croak, "you probably
haven't fucked anything more than your hand since your first wet
dream."

     He felt the blood rush to his face as his temper flared. He
saw his hand shoot out as if it were acting on its own, the
fingers closing on her nipple like a vise. She screamed again as
he applied the pressure, then her eyes rolled back and she
slipped into merciful unconsciousness.
     His rage momentarily overcame him as he threw the dildo hard
against the far wall and his fist shot out to catch her on the
point of the chin. "You bitch, you lousy bitch!" he screamed at
her. "You'll pay, you'll pay with every breath."
     She didn't hear him. Her head hung limply between the
beginning of her cleavage. The blow had rendered her unconscious
and unfeeling.

     Her name was Marlene, Marlene Hildebrant McNeely, and she
was a dancer. Not a gogo dancer you see so often in most of the
city bars. Marla was class, class from the word go. Her family
was rich and she'd been sent to the right girl's schools. Since
the first grade she'd been training for the ballet and now she
was nearing the top. Understudy to the prima ballerina of the San
Francisco Ballet Company, and all before she reached the age of
30. 
     Being the beautiful daughter of one of the city's affluent
families hadn't hurt her, but she had earned her way to her
position. Hard work hour on end, day after day, week after week.
The payoff had been a body like a saint, everything in the right
place, held taught with sinewy muscles that rippled silkily as
she moved. The body she loved to pamper, to soak in oils and lay
in the sun. The body that drove most men to distraction and
fulfilled her deep hidden desire to make them squirm. This was
Marlene, and this was the woman Delford Menzmer had waited for in
the back alley of the opera house.
     She didn't know Menzmer at all, but she had on several
occasions received his flowers, only to send them back with her
excuses not to let him come backstage. It was these rebukes that
had finally brought his focus into her life as one of his
victims. At first, he had spared her, taking his anger and
fetishes out on other women of the city. Now it had befallen her
fate to become his latest visitor to the dungeon buried beneath
his home in Marin County.

     The first performance of the evening was nearly over when
she had decided to leave a few minutes early. Denise, her best
friend and wardrobe mistress had given her a huge hug as she left
by the back entrance. She wasn't even paying attention as she
skipped down the short staircase into the alley. Many nights she
had taken the same route, tonight was nothing different. The
sudden movement startled her as she felt the heavy arm drop over
her and squeeze her body. She felt the hand on her breast at the
same time she felt the rag over her mouth. A sweet, sickly odor
burned into her nasal passage, making her suddenly dizzy, unable
to breathe, and then making everything go black.
     She had no idea what had happened. The blackness faded to a
myriad of flashing particles before her eyes and a dull throbbing
headache. She opened her eyes, but they didn't seem to work. Then
she could see it was pitch black and silent. Trying to open her
mouth proved futile. There was something that tasted like
adhesive tape covering her lips. Moving was also a painful shock
to her consciousness and she was unable to scream from the sudden
biting agony burning into her wrists and ankles. Her mind quickly
cleared and she became acutely aware that most of her weight was
hanging on her wrist. She was tied to something above her head
and she was unable to move. Numbing horror overtook her as she
realized she was naked and tied tightly in a dark and musty room.
Fright made her almost gag, but the tape helped her force it
back. It was absolutely terrifying, standing this way in this
manner, naked, and unable to understand what had happened.
     Time seemed to stand still and she continued to wonder, to
try and piece together what must have happened to her. The ropes
became more and more agonizing as the time slowly drifted by. She
knew someone, or several someones had grabbed her and forced
something over her mouth and nose. Something that had rendered
her unconscious and helpless. She knew someone had hung her in
this room and someone had taken her clothes off. These things she
figured out. Why, she had no idea.
     It was at this moment in her life that the door had been
opened for a brief second and then closed. The blinding flash of
the match had made her gasp beneath her gag. As the torch flame
grew in size she was able to make out the figure of a naked man
standing before her, his eyes burning into her like a red-hot
poker. He was short and rather ugly to look at, slightly
overweight, but with one prominent asset. She could see his cock
jutting toward her, very hard and swollen. Enlarged so much that
it was nearly purple. Without a doubt, she knew what he had in
mind for her. The thought was repulsive and overwhelming to her
senses. Having this little gnome of a man rutting between her
legs was at the moment the most horrifying thing she could
imagine, and also probably the most imminent act that was about
to befall her.
     She tried to shrink back as his hand shot forward and began
fondling her nipple. Revulsion washed over her as he rubbed and
pinched her breast until she felt the nipple harden and swell.
His words about letting her keep her breasts made her nearly
faint with fright. The blinding pain as he pinched her nipple to
make her promise not to yell out was nearly more than she could
stand. He tore the tape from across her mouth and untied her with
unexpected strength. Before she could take any action he had her
flat on her back across some weird device shaped like a bed or a
table. She was taken completely by surprise as he quickly
stretched her arms tightly and tied her wrists above her head.
Spreading her kicking legs and tying them open had been the final
humiliating defeat. She was his and there was nothing she could
do about it. Her vagina was open to his view and anything else he
might want to use in it.
     His sudden jump on top of her body caused a gasp to escape
her. His weight was pressing the air from her lungs and as she
opened her mouth to gasp for breath she was stunned to find his
hard cock sliding across her tongue. It was horrible but she had
no choice but to take it in deeper and try to breathe around it.
It must have been her safety reflexes or something that took over
her body but suddenly her imagination was running rampant within
her. She suddenly was thinking of Darren and how he had tasted
the last time she did this for him. Quite suddenly she felt
herself turning on to the moment and decided to let her body ride
the waves of pleasure rather than endure the pain that would
surely follow if she resisted. It was a cock, no more, no less.
Just a hunk of meat and she sucked it with abandon. It grew
harder and harder and still she sucked, trying to make him come
before he had a chance to bury it between her legs. She felt
slightly disappointed when he squealed like a pig and withdrew it
from her mouth. 
     He must have been in a state of high excitement for she
suddenly felt his tongue entering her pulsating slit. The feel
was nearly heavenly, especially when he began rubbing his tongue
up and down her swollen clit. Her pleasure was short lived for of
course she lost her head and began begging him to keep going. He
flew into a rage then and stormed across the room. What he did
next made her sob with disbelief. He returned carrying the
largest artificial penis she had ever laid eyes on. The girls
backstage had shown her several large dildos but nothing like
this one. She knew in an instant it would tear her wide open if
he could somehow even manage to get it inside of her. He didn't
hesitate, but turned to the task of trying to insert it into her
body. The pain was terrific and she screamed as loud as she could
from it. Thrashing about as best as she could didn't seem to help
as she continued his fiendish game. Finally he gave up and laid
it aside. The pleasure of his fingers suddenly replaced the pain
and she began to relax once more.
     It was so strange she thought to herself. Being in this
position, and once realizing she was helpless, starting to enjoy
his ministrations. His fingers working in and about her vagina
was suddenly driving her slightly wild. She knew she was
beginning to moan and she couldn't help it. It felt so terribly
delicious and she was shocked when he suddenly flew into such a
rage. The fear returned very quickly when she saw what state the
ugly little man had worked himself into. She could hardly believe
what happened next. He brought the dildo against the entrance of
her vagina and savagely thrust it deep inside her. The pain was
one of absolute agony. Nothing could compare to what it felt like
having a dildo the size of a baseball bat inserted in her pussy.
She tried to beg and plead with him but was barely able to speak
due to the pain. She felt like she was being turned inside out as
he began working the thing in and out of her. She lost track of
time until he tired of his game and pulled it out of her with a
loud sucking sound. His words burned into her brain as he again
took hold of her nipple and administered the pinch that sent
massive bolts of pain shooting through her. Darkness descended
over her like a blessing, the pain mercilessly causing her to
lose consciousness.

     Her inert, sweat soaked body lay on the rack, her head
cocked off to one side. It had only been a few minutes and
Menzmer was still in a furious rage trying to think of something
to really hurt her with. Sulking his way across the room, he
picked up a massive dildo, but knowing he wanted to fuck her
soon, he discarded it and returned to his little chest of toys.
An evil smile flooded across his face as he saw the old piece of
wire in the bottom of the drawer. Yanking it out he returned to
the woman and set about arranging his next surprise for her. 
     As she began to come to, he had completed his task. Taped to
her nipples were the ends of two bare electrical wires. In his
hands was the plug and close by the wall socket. It was going to
be delicious to see what happened to her when he slammed 110
volts into her tits.
     Her eyes fluttered open and riveted to him. She glared at
him for a second or two. "You miserable, sick, sack of shit," she
uttered, "I was right, you haven't been able to get a woman, have
you?"
     "I'm about to, bitch. In another second or so you're going
to be begging me to fuck you, then we'll see."
     Without hesitation he turned and inserted the plug into the
wall receptacle. The woman's lungs seemed to burst. Her body
literally lifted off the table as the electrical current tore
into her nipples. Writhing beneath the onslaught, her screams
grew hoarse. Pulling the plug, he turned and looked at her. Her
nipples were red and distended, gorged with blood from the
current that had coursed through her body. "Your call,
sweetheart, wanna try it again or beg me to give you some hard
cock?"
      Gasping to get some air in her lungs she managed to croak a
few words at him. "You're going to . . . do it anyway. Why should
I beg for it?"
     "Cause that's the way I want it. I wanna hear you beg."
     "Fuck you, pervert. You've already done your best, what more
could you do?"
     "Just this," he grunted and removed one of the wires from
her left nipple. Working swiftly, he stretched it downward and
attached it to the lips of her vagina. "Now then, want to
reconsider?"
     She continued glaring at him, not saying anything. He waited
a second and then inserted the plug in the socket once more. The
woman's body convulsed a second time, vibrating like a tight
wire. She screamed once more at the top of her lungs but he let
the current continue to flow for what seemed like hours. Watching
her body jerk from the massive muscular contractions made his
cock grow harder than he'd ever felt before. It was throbbing
from the blood engorged within and turning a dark shade of
purple.
     Yanking the plug from the wall, he turned and looked at her.
She was soaked in her own sweat, her lungs filling and exploding
with deep, heaving gasps. "Please, no more, you win. I can't take
another jolt like that. Do it to me, take me, fuck me, anything,
just no more, I'll beg if that's what it takes."
     She followed him with her eyes as he crawled up on the
table, her attention locked onto his gigantically hard cock.
Straddling her body, he took it in his right hand and began
guiding it toward her open pussy. "I knew you'd change your
mind," he spat. "Now then, here's where I really do my finest
work."

     She squeezed her groin muscles as tightly as she could, it
did no good. She felt the head of his cock sliding against her as
it separated the lips of her vagina. Struggling did no good
either, the bonds held her tightly. She screamed once more as he
sank the hard shaft to the depths of her very soul.
     It was over, he was inside of her. An old saying came to her
as he began pounding at her body. If it was inevitable, lay back
and enjoy it. It was her only recourse. Letting her body relax,
she began painting pictures in her mind's eye. Pictures of
handsome young men, naked, with hard cocks yearning to enter her
precious love pit. Fantasy dreams of her naked body being taken
by all these delicious men. She could feel the immense pleasure
of a hard male sliding in and out between her legs, titillating
her nerve endings. She was being raped and she didn't give a damn
anymore. The pain had been too much, her fate was sealed.
Whatever he wanted, he was going to get. 
     She heard him whinny like a race horse as he began pounding
at her like a pile driver. The first hot blast of cum was not
hard to detect as he mauled her even harder in his throes of
passion. She felt the sharpness of his cock as it struck over and
over into the bottom of her canal. She was unable to stop the
grunts and gasps emanating from within and bursting forth from
her lungs and throat.
     The last thing she ever felt was hideous. Somehow he had
managed to bring a large, sharp knife along as he had mounted
her. She caught the sudden flash of steel as his arm blurred
before her eyes and she felt a blow across her throat. The
sensation was of horrifying. She tried to breathe but couldn't
suck in any air. Her throat burned horribly and then the pain
struck her as her own blood flowed into her throat and lungs. The
knife had nearly severed her spine, paralyzing her from the neck
down as she drowned in her own blood. Menzmer continued pounding
away in her long after she was beyond help.