Chapter 2

Carrie

It was simple really, he wanted Miss Carrie Anderson to understand and he was going to make sure she did.

He had followed her home from work today. It was his first time. The vault was salivating, panting to open up and let the dogs of war out. Danny kicked it shut. “Not yet,” he mumbled, we have to learn which apartment she is in. We wait until we learn.

There was no door man. She had entered the front door with a key. There were two doors to get through but only the first was locked. He watched her stop and check her mail. He was across the street so didn’t get a good look at her box number. She then got into an elevator and Danny walked away.

The next day Danny called in sick to work and was at her apartment when she walked out at twenty to eight. They had an eight o’clock start time at the office. Once he was sure she was gone, had turned the corner down the block Danny walked up to within twenty feet of the building and waited until the next person walked out and simply said hello and walked in behind the fellow leaving.

Danny was never seen as a threat. He went to the mailbox and there it was bold as you like, her name, Carrie Anderson. Suit 406. Danny pushed the elevator button and got off on the fourth floor.

Standard deadbolt and door lock. You don’t grow up in a catholic orphanage and not know how to pick the day-to-day locks of life. Danny knew he would have no problem with these locks he smiled and walked on by then took the stairwell down to the street and left the building out an emergency exit side door for the stairwell. He was in the rear parking lot of the apartment building.

Danny had his plan.

What he was about to do he had only dreamt of but the demons in the vault were pushing him hard to do this one for sure.

Danny didn’t take to failure well. When he had put the effort into thinking through a plan he hated it when wrong. Danny didn’t believe in that crap statement no plan survives engagement. If you planned it right then you planned for every contingency. No, failure was unacceptable. Failure meant that you didn’t plan well enough and he vowed never to make the same mistake again.

He had fucked up once and he would never forget it.

Her mistake was simple. He had been slighted by the coffee barista too many times. Mostly because he was short and the barista, who was also short even for a woman, couldn’t see him if she didn’t get up on her tiptoes. So several times she just didn’t see Danny and asked people to the side or behind Danny for their orders when it was his turn. Danny didn’t recognize the issue he only knew that he was being treated as a nobody and he wouldn’t stand for it.

He stalked her for a few days, never being seen staying well back and unobtrusive. He found that she always came and left work through the back door in the ally. After a great deal of thought Danny decided to park in the parking area next to the ally on the two-lane city street that crossed the ally.

Danny had come into possession of a gun the week before. He had never fired it but it was a gun and it was his. His first. Now, he had the ultimate equalizer amd he wanted to use it. To see the power it gave him in action.

He waited for her to appear then he got out of his car and as she came up to the corner he walked up and stepped in close to her as she turned the corner. She wasn’t afraid of him he was too small. She smiled at him as he drew in close, then started to frown as he came too close and was shocked when he jabbed the gun hard into her left kidney side.

“Come with me or I pull the trigger.” He was watching her face, looking to read her mind and determine her next move so he could move first. She was going to scream, he could see it even feel it coming the way she drew in her breath. He couldn’t believe it. He had a gun on her!

She screamed like a banshee and she tore out of his grip like he was not even holding on to her and she was gone. The last he saw of her was her skirt flying high on her left thigh as she made a left turn at full speed and kept on running away.

Danny left town that night. He was so scared he shook for half an hour as he fought to hold the speed of the car to the posted speed limit. He swore he would never let himself get into a position where physical strength was required. He decided the gun wasn’t such an equalizer and two hours down the highway he threw it out the window. Danny decided he had to get smarter.

His planning now took that into account every step of the way. He had to be smart. He would be. He would never make the same mistake again.

It was three o’clock in the morning and Danny had picked her locks in ten seconds flat. Locks are for honest people. He was standing at her bedroom door. Taking in the aromas of her bedroom. He could readily smell the perfume she used in the air even now this late at night. He could smell other scents as well. There seemed to be a lot of different scents floating about.

She was in her bed, laying on her right side and had her left leg out from under the covers and laying on top. She was in the middle of the bed. In the pale light floating in from city life, he could see the shape of her calf, her thigh, and the bottom of a red panty, and his cock twitched.

This was the critical stage of tonight’s plan. He had to make it from the door to her mouth and cover her mouth before she could defend herself and scream. He had to do it without physical strength for his plan to work. He stepped back from her doorway and to the side so if she were to open her eyes she wouldn’t see him through the wall. He took the small vile and a rag out of his pocket.

He popped the lid off the vile with his thumb, the lid had a tie back to the neck of the bottle so stayed attached. He poured half of the vile over the rag in his hand. He could smell it immediately and extended the rag-carrying hand as far out in front of him as he could. Safety first.

He re-entered the bedroom and made his way up the left-hand side of her bed. She has rolled onto her back. Danny smiled then he acted. He had practiced this a lot with Kitten, he knew what to do in any contingency.

First, he knelt on the bed with his left knee and raised his right knee high into the air. Second, his left hand with the chloroform rag covered her mouth and forced her head to turn towards him. He grabbed her right wrist at move three also pulling her to her left. Unless she was a trained fighter her body would roll with the turning of the head and when Carrie did, as she was waking up to the horror, his fourth move was driving his knee into her solar plexus.

Step five was to ease up on the weight of his hand to allow the explosion of air to come out fast. He did and step six was to keep the chloroform in her breathing ways.

She started to struggle and Danny gave her another knee. She gave up. He held her down while the chloroform did its job.

He had been so excited with his heart pounding so hard that he thought for sure his heartbeat was going to wake her up before he got to her. It hadn’t and he was relieved. He had all the time in the world now and decided to see what she had to eat in her kitchen.

He had been so focused on tonight that he had hardly eaten anything at all today and he was starving. He made himself a ham sandwich and returned to his sleeping beauty.

He stripped her of her panties and the short top she was wearing for bed. He thought the top was kind of cute as he pulled it over her unconscious head. Once naked he inserted a three-inch-long penis gag into her mouth. She didn’t gag and was breathing through her nose so he closed the clips that held the unit tightly in place behind her neck.

After the gag was done, he took out the blindfold. It was black and had cups that fit into the eye sockets themselves and when he pulled the head strap tight the blindfold wasn’t going anywhere without undoing the clasp.

He had brought the aids he thought he would need and was satisfied.

She was beautiful all trussed up like she was. He took a cell picture.

He had done a simple tie. He had tied her wrists to the opposite ends of three eights thick soft fibre rope that he wrapped once around her neck, just once. He left her about two inches of slack in the rope. If she pulled one hand one way it tightened the rope around her neck, pull the other way the same thing, she would choke. He figured she would figure out quickly that moving her hands would strangle her.

If she wanted to rotate the rope with care around her neck and gain two inches of length for one hand, she could do that but he wasn’t afraid it would help her escape. No, it was the best tie for what he had in mind.

He had her flat on her back on her bed. He then slid a pillow under the top end of her butt and spread her legs wide open running a rope under her bed and using each end of the rope to tie her ankles as widely spread as her body allowed and then he backed off six inches. Once more give giving her a little slack. “Safety first,” he chirped. He had learned the phase on a day labour job. It made sense.

Next, he inserted into both her vagina and her anus the split We-Vibe X Love Honey duel remote-controlled vibrator. Finally, he pulled out an electric Nirvana wand and a small thin towel. He wrapped the towel around her right thigh then using tuck tape taped the wand to her thigh over the towel with the wand head pressed onto her clit. She would be able to roll her thigh some, giving her the ability to adjust the wand somewhat. He loved to see when they started working themselves with their thighs. Some were pretty good at it.

His work was done so he sat back to enjoy the moment and take a few more pics with his cell phone. He was ready.

The two hours she should be out were coming to an end. Now for the fun to really begin. He turned on the butt extension of the We-vibrator and waited to see what would happen.

Five minutes later and nothing, she hadn’t even twitched. He checked her breathing to be sure, then switching the pussy vibrator on he laid down on the bed beside his prize and started playing with her breasts. Tweaking her nipples and once hard he began to suck on one while continually palming and fingering the other breast. He caught a moan. She was coming around, and he smiled.

He enhanced the speed of the We-vibe. One notch, she moaned again and this time tried to move her legs. When she couldn’t she tried to rise on the bed at the same time she started pulling this way and that with her hands and choking herself.

She sprang up into a sitting position on her bed. Twisting right and left trying to get free of something. She started gagging next. The penis gag was choking her. She was in full-on panic mode and he was watching her face turn red as she kept choking herself with the rope, trying to push the penis gag out with her fingers and gagging on the penis gag as he cranked up the thigh vibrator. On start-up, Carrie slammed herself back down into the bed and tied to scream around the penis gag her tongue just couldn’t remove.

He reached over and twisted a nipple hard. She tried to rise again and he pushed her back and finally spoke at the same time turning the thigh vibrator off, “I am not here to kill you. Relax, calm down, everything is going to be ok, shush, relax, calm down, this is going to be fun.” He wanted to calm her applying a gentle gravelly tone to his words. Speaking slowly, calmly and gently massaging the side of one thigh.

At the sound of his voice, the calming tones being used, she had stopped struggling but was in no way calming down. She was trying to assess what was going on. Danny increased the pussy vibe speed another notch while he was also playing gently again with her breasts and talking.

She had no idea who was beside her on the bed. She had felt a pant leg so he still had his clothes on, ‘What is going on? Who is doing this to me? Why? What does he want? You know what he wants! No!’

While holding her head in her tied hands, Carrie started slowly shaking her head from side to side, she didn’t want this, didn’t want to be raped, and couldn’t believe she was being abused. Still, she was starting to choke herself more and more when he slapped her across the face.

Not hard, but enough to stop her head from shaking and he had her attention. “You won’t look at me, won’t acknowledge me, well I matter and when we are done by Sunday you will know how much I matter.”

She was laying still now. He didn’t give a shit why but now he felt the real games could begin.

He forced four orgasms out of her in the first hour. Her clit was terribly sensitive even painful now. The big vibrator wasn’t turning her on anymore it was starting to burn and hurt. He saw the first tears of pain roll down the side of her face. He turned the big vibe down and still left the We-vibe in her ass and pussy running at a quarter speed.

She relaxed somewhat. “Do you want this to end?” he asked. She was rapidly nodding her head in the affirmative, she wanted everything to end. “Are you any good at sucking cock?” She shook her head in the negative, he turned the vibes up again and left them humming until she released her fifth orgasm. The sweat was just running off her now.

He turned the clit vibe right off and the We-vibe back down to a hum and this time said, “Ok, if you don’t give good head do you want to try anyway? This doesn’t end until you decide it does.” Her breathing had slowed down from her last orgasm.

He was waiting for her answer and when none came in thirty seconds he added, “That’s five slut, are you wanting to go for six?” He just bump started the clit vibe and she squealed as best she could alongside of the penis gag and started shaking her head in the negative.

He gave her another easy slap across the face, the attention-grabbing kind of slap. Once again, she stopped shaking her head. He fondled a nipple and asked once more, “Can you give good head?”

What he didn’t know was she couldn’t answer because she just didn’t know. She had never had any kind of sex with anyone in her life. She was a virgin in the sense that no one had ever entered her vagina but she had lost her hymen to mountain bike riding when she was fifteen years old. It happens to some young girls who take up the sport and it happened to her.

It wasn’t that she was ugly or fat no nothing like that. If anything, Carrie was simply plain. She had plain brown straight hair that she kept cut to shoulder length. It was easier to keep clean and tidy at that length. She had normal hazel eyes and a normal nose on a normal face. She did have a light band of freckles across her upper cheeks that could become more visible when she got a lot of sun but the worst and best you could say about Carrie was she was of the plain Jane mould.

She had a nice little body although it would be hard for most to say that the way she dressed. She preferred baggy clothes and yes there was a reason.

Carries mother, Brenda had her out of wedlock. Alone in the city because her mother doesn’t want anyone to know that Carrie’s mom had a baby. It was a church thing, an embarrassment that had to be hidden.

What no one, not her mom or dad or even bff would believe, was that their church minister was the one that had raped her. Just once but it had been enough. When she started showing and her mother figured out what was going on Brenda tried to explain and her father strapped her for her ungodly accusations.

Brenda was shipped out to an elder cruel woman who had moved to the city to be near the hospital where she received dialysis treatment three times a week.

Brenda was offered as help, read slave, to the old crone while Brenda went through her health issues, read pregnancy.

By the time this religious psychotic was done with her, Brenda would hate men, hate the female body, and hate the concept of sexual or loving interaction. She would become the type that convinced her daughter she could become pregnant by touching a man’s shorts.

Brenda and Carrie lived with the old zealot until her death seven years later. Brenda still lived in the same apartment and desperately wanted Carrie to return and live with her.

Carrie though, was five months out of university with her general studies degree because she couldn’t make a decision and pick a major. She was working her first job these last two months and doing her very best to survive her anxieties.

When Carrie was first developing, well a few months into developing her breasts anyways, her mother had to practically drag her to the mall to find her first training bra. It was super embarrassing for Carrie, but she finally gave in.

She just happened to be wearing a tee shirt and jeans and her Mom suggested they go right then. Carrie didn’t wear tee shirts in public anymore because of her emerging breasts however her Mom said it was only ten o’clock in the morning they could run to the mall and be back by eleven. Whom did she know that would be at the mall this early on a Sunday morning? Carrie capitulated.

They entered the mall and as they approached Mom’s preferred intimate apparel store they were stopped by three young teenage boys, maybe two or three years older than Carrie who were pointing at her emerging little buds, well a little bigger than buds, think of an orange and cutting one-third of it right off. Set the third of the orange flat on the cut face and that’s about where her breasts were at that stage in development.

The issue was and why her mother had brought her there that day, her nipples. They were oversized for the present size of her breast. Her nipples were already half an inch round and when hard and punched out, a solid three-quarters of an inch long.

Carrie glanced down at her chest to see what the boys were pointing at and she saw her nipples at half-mast. She turned red in shame and unbelievably her nipples extended in size immediately! She covered up with her arms but the damage was done and the boys, who would not let the ladies get around them saw it and the insults flew.

Mom wasn’t going to put up with their guff and stepped in front of Carrie, in between the boys and pointing a finger down the mall directed them to leave immediately.

A couple of thirty-something male shoppers were coming up behind Carrie and the look on their faces gave impetuous for the boys to turn and head back the way they had come.

They were laughing and yelling back that they would keep their eyes down in the future for her. They wanted to see her great nipples again. Carrie was mortified, humiliated, scared and started crying, in the middle of the mall. She stood there sobbing with tears running down her face.

Her mother was trying to keep the two thirty-year-olds from running after and hurting the teenagers. They didn’t deserve a beating, they were just being boys like you were at one time she expressed to them. Finally, they decided to let it go and continued on their way.

When Carrie’s mom finally settled the men down she turned to see her daughter ten feet away, standing with her hands over her face, her head slumped into her hands. She could see her shoulders rise with a big intake of breath and then hear the sob that followed.

Mom wrapped an arm around her shoulders and took her home. Carrie would never forget the humiliation, degradation and shame she felt that day.

Her mother bought her a training bra herself the next day, not putting Carrie through that again. It took over a year and a significant increase in breast size for Carrie to get up the courage to buy her first bra but to this day she always got nervous approaching a lingerie store.

She had a nice figure if a touch skinny. She stood five seven, a little taller than average. She had a thirty-four-inch B-cup breast, average or a little on the smaller size for her height she figured. She had a tight twenty-two-inch tummy and nicely rounded hips measuring thirty-four inches.

She would look just fine in a bikini but she had never owned one. Carrie had only been swimming a couple of times when forced to for gym class. She was so embarrassed to have to change into her one-piece in front of the other girls that she demanded her mom give her a letter to have her excused from swim classes.

Mom gave up arguing against it when Carrie threatened for the first time in her life to go on a hunger strike if her mom didn’t give her the note. She got her note and never got into a pool again.

Carrie was 23 years old last week and at the moment she was terrified.

Carrie had only ever had one orgasm and that was a mistake that occurred in the shower and scared her so much she didn’t ever want to have another one ever again.

You see she was fifteen years old and had been listening to a group of girls talking about orgasms and how to masturbate the day before at school. She was having her morning shower. She liked to shower after a night’s sleep, it helped to wake her up.

She was in the shower and remembered what the girls were saying. She had her wiz sponge all soaped up, closed her eyes and began moving the sponge over her body taking extra time when something felt special.

She liked soaking her boobs. Found she liked it a lot. Some of the girls liked pinching their nipples so when Carrie had hers standing as proud as they could she chose to pinch her left nipple. Not faking it, she pinched herself hard and she felt it in her coochy! Wow!

She continued to roll her nipple around with her right-hand and lowered the sponge to her pussy. That felt good. Rolling her nipple and rubbing up and down her crotch felt just wonderful.

She wanted more and dropped the sponge and really for the first time in her life began to feel her pussy, her lips and found her clit! At fifteen years old. She found her magic button.

She never entered herself, she didn’t have to, between rotating between nipple massaging and pinching while trying different pressures and directions to rub her clit her first orgasm hit and hit her hard. Stars burst overhead, she lost strength in her legs, the blood left her head for unexplored places, and she passed out and went down hard cracking her head on the counter edge as she fell into the tub.

She had cut the side of her head open when her head hit the soap counter. The counter opened her up for what would take six stitches to close.

When her mother found her in the still running and now quite cold shower there was blood everywhere. Her head was at the top of the tub where the shower water did not reach. She was pale and looked like she was dead. Her mother being a single mother for all of Carry’s fifteen years didn’t panic.

She checked for a pulse and found it there and strong. She grabbed a light washcloth and tore up another towel right then to use as a wrap to hold the improvised bandage to her daughter’s head then phoned for an ambulance.