Chapter 11

On my sixteenth birthday I moved out of the warehouse complex from which my halfbrother, Conrad, and his wife, Kim, ran their 'import and export' business, into an isolated studio above an old boathouse further up the harbor. Conrad home from a long voyage had decided I was too young to take part in their debtcollecting and white slavery activities. I was to attend nightschool to learn basic bookkeeping and navigation! After my adventures helping Kim, life was dull.

I sent a message to Joy, through her policewoman lover and ordered her to parade at my new address for some serious housekeeping duties. The pair had no choice, because of a compromising tape made at our last encounter. A tearful Joy was delivered to my new address by an angry woman cop, who didn't stay to lend a hand.

Without being told what to do Joy began to strip off her dress and undies to the strains of Mozart, which I had thoughtfully put on the CD player in memory of our first encounter. Then, weeping, she knelt, naked but for a floral hat, stockings and pumps, in front of me and took my swollen cock between her trembling lips. Joy spluttered and coughed having failed to swallow all my jetting cum. She let the strings of white, beaded, gism trickle between her heaving breasts. I made her rub it into her cunt in anticipation of the next fuckbreak and we set to, cleaning and polishing my apartment.

She was scrubbing the floor in the backroom when I next took advantage of my reluctant little hausfrau. The sight of Joy's naked buttocks flexing and her full, fleshy, tits swinging as she tearfully plied the scrubbing brush was too tempting. I raped her doggyfashion being careful not to knock over the bucket. Throughout the day, Joy spread her legs for me in both the bedrooms, and finally in the kitchen. This last time happened because she was washing up and broke a plate. As punishment I spanked her until she begged for mercy then I rolled on a ribbed 'Ass Bustah' condom and sodomised her at the sink.

Joy was still blubbering when her girlfriend from the city's finest arrived to collect her. I felt no guilt at using poor Joy to satisfy my lustful urges. Only a short time before she and her lesbian lover had tried to qualify me for the 'Eunuch of the Year' award!

Living in the boathouse was convenient but lonely. For the first week I motored down the harbor in my aluminum dinghy each day to attend technical college and back again each evening. Most days, I dropped in to the 'warehouse' to use the gymnasium or the miniature range (the 'dungeon' was off limits) and to chat up my sisterinlaw. She was sympathetic but carried out Conrad's dictates to the letter. She offered me no sexual gratification or offer of employment in the role of white slaver, general bully-boy, which I had come to relish.

The thought of demanding Joy's services on a regular basis didn't seem wise. Her girlfriend might decide to risk charging me with some offence if I made her life too difficult, despite the hold, my compromising home-video "I Was a Lesbian Cop", gave me over them both.

I had lewd thoughts about Miss Throsbie who took a class in Computer Assisted Accounting Systems. She reminded me of the first woman I took against her will. Miss Howard, an English teacher, who became my sex slave. One day, I thought, I would teach the oh-so-prissy bluestocking a new definition of 'contraentry'.

At a loose end that Saturday evening, I decided to return a wallet which had been lost in the National Park a few weeks before. It had been dropped in panic as two thugs, Zac and Cyril, abandoned the woman they were raping and fled from a group of totally imaginary police conjured up by me. I took the runabout to the Water Taxi jetty then a cab to the address shown in the wallet. As the cab approached the house, a detached weatherboard building in one of the seedier suburbs, I saw Zac and his offsider, Cyril, get into a van and drive off.

'Follow that vehicle!' I told the cab driver. He grinned and said, 'You're kidding?' But was happy to comply when shown the color of my money. Zac's van drove back into the city and into the car park beneath a block of stylish apartments. I followed on foot. I guessed the pair were up to no good when Zac, still sitting in the cab of the van, pulled a black beanie over his blonde hair and donned a silly looking mask. I stayed out of their sight and waited for the fun to start.

After about twenty minutes a smart looking woman parked her red BMW in a 'Residents Only' slot and stepped quickly to the elevator, her highheels tapped crisply as she crossed the smooth concrete floor of the car park. The noise alerted Zac and Cyril, who left their van and moved silently and swiftly after her, arriving at the elevator as the door, obedient to her security coded signal, opened.

The thugs moved with ruthless efficiency. Zac whipped out a wicked looking blade and pushed the woman into the elevator. As the door hissed shut I heard him say 'Floor three, right?'

I took the stairs and was in time to see the woman being bundled into one of the apartments by Zac and Cyril, before the door closed behind them. I waited for a few minutes before cautiously opening the door. My burglary skills were equal to the task. The muggers and their victim were busy in the main room and I was able to find a comfortable hiding place in an adjoining bedroom where I could hear and sometimes see, reflected in the mirrored wardrobedoor, what the pair of hoodlums were doing to the attractive brunette.

Zac could be heard searching the woman's beautifully furnished apartment while his partner in crime could be glimpsed holding her from behind and giving her breasts an occasional squeeze. She was terrified and kept repeating, in a low voice, 'Take anything, but please don't hurt me! Take anything! Cash... Cards... anything, but please don't hurt me!'

Cyril snarled at her 'Shut up, you stupid bitch! We'll take what we like when we like!' And gave her tits an extra hard pinch. The woman gasped and started to cry. She shook her head to get her long, dark, hair out of her eyes. 'Oh god, ' she sobbed, 'Please! Don't... '

'Can't you keep her quiet?' I heard Zac complain.

'Sure!' said his offsider.

I heard the dull sound of a blow followed by the noise of ripping cloth and when I next risked a look in the mirror the woman could be seen sitting wideeyed on the floor, her dress torn to reveal her bosom. She was no longer making a noise louder than a whisper. Her bra and the hem of her outfit had been used to gag her. Cyril was pulling a skein of washing line from his pocket. I could hear Zac opening and closing drawers and decided that this was not the simple mugging and sexual assault I had first thought it to be.

'I've found what we came for, ' Zac said. 'It was in the desk drawer.'

I risked another peep but was unable to make out just what he had found before he added, 'You got a good video setup Miss... What the fuck's her name?' There was a pause while he rifled through her pocket book.'... Evangeline! This digital recorder is top of the range. Let's have a shot of Evangeline, tiedup, topless and begging for it!'

There was a whirring noise and I guessed the woman's humiliation was about to be recorded for posterity.

'And now, ' I heard Zac say, 'a shot of Evangeline's knickers being slowly pulled down to reveal a pretty little pussy and a pink, virginal, arsehole.' There was a further pause before he continued, 'Open your legs, bitch, that's all the foreplay your gonna get!'

Zac and Cyril spent two hours playing porno stars with the reluctant Evangeline before leaving. When they departed they took only the digital recorder, the discs of the rape and whatever it was Zac had been looking for. They left their victim gagged, bound, naked and available but I didn't fuck her straight away.

I came up behind the sobbing woman and gently cradled her naked breasts in my hands. She flinched at my touch and began to shiver. Tears filled her eyes and ran down her cheeks. I murmured, 'I'm going to undo that gag so you can talk. But if you raise your voice above a whisper, I'll rip you tits off! Understand?' She nodded. I removed the gag but immediately recycled the cloth to blindfold her before getting her a drink and holding it to her lips.

'What, ' I asked, 'was he looking for? It was in the desk.'

'A list... just a list of new clients. I work for an accountant.' She began to cry again. 'They didn't have to... to... I'd have given it to them!'

I found a disc which the rapists had left behind and put it on the DVD player. It showed Evangeline kneeling astride the coffee table which was splashed with the produce of earlier activity. Zac dabbled his finger in the pool of viscous fluid then used it to lubricate her tightly clenched sphincter. He struggled to fit his helmet shaped glans into the tight opening. Her muffled grunts of pain and his of effort gradually grew louder and more frequent until, with a yell of 'Jeezus Cries I'm cummin'... I'm cummin!', Zac rammed the full length of his cock into the helpless woman. In the background Cyril's voice could be heard saying, ' My turn now, Zac, lemme have the slut's ass. There's nothin' like a buttered bun!.'

Evageline listened in horror as the disc continued to play. During the purely action sequences I described what was happening to the blind-folded woman.'Oh! No!' she whispered as she heard again Cyril's stream of abuse as he ravaged her ruined anus. 'Fucking slut! Filthy whore! Cumsucking Mother fucker!' You like it up ya ass, don't cha!' He withdrew just before he climaxed, smearing her buttocks and cunt.

The final shot on the disc was one of Zac who spoke to camera. 'If you report this, Evangeline, I'll put the discs on the net. And we'll be back to make the sequel!'

She guessed I was going to rape her too. I was breathing heavily and she had felt the pressure of my erection against her body. She was surprised, however, when I made her wear a ring gag a present from Kim designed to accommodate my exceptional diameter and gave her a taste of what she had been missing while playing with Zac and Cyril.

The next day I introduced myself to Zac and Cyril in their shabby suburban house. I returned Zac's wallet complete with credit cards, driving licence and only $50 lighter than when I'd picked it up. They were immediately suspicious. I was questioned closely.

Where had I found the wallet? In the forest, on the ground next to a naked woman. (True)

What was I doing in the woods? Looking for the woman who I had abducted and who had been wearing her maid's uniform when she got away from me. (Truish)

How had I found her? I had heard shooting and seen a fire in the distance. Investigating, I'd stumbled across her tied to a tree her legs lashed to an improvised spreader. (Mostly False)

What had she said? That she had been repeatedly raped by two men Zac and Cyril. (True)

What had I done? What I'd meant to do before she ran fucked her stupid then beat her! (True)

Where was she now? Don't worry, I've disposed of the body. You'll never see her again. (True Madelaine HildebrandSmythe and daughter were now the star attraction at a Thai brothel)

Why had I returned the wallet? Because I was bored and was looking for a bit of action. (True)

They didn't press me about the disposal of the body but I had the impression that it was a big plus in my CV. They went into a huddle then Zac said, 'O.K., Kid, we could use a bit of help tonight. There's a chick we need to question. She may need encouragement. So why don't you meet us at six... and bring a whip!'