Neighbours From Hell

Part  4

Liz swung gently within the confines of the room they put her in. Her breathing tones were filled with fear and relief as tobasco, water, piss and shit all dripped from her crushed body. She was exhausted and uncomfortable, but overcome by the urge to sleep now the drugs were wearing off. Fear was the only thing keeping her from sleeping. The words Dean had said echoed through her: ‘It may take some days for you to die’

When her droopy eyes closed and refused to open, she finally relented and welcomed sleep. She was going to need it.

Downstairs the men were all tired too. Dean turned the volume down on the television screen showing Liz suspended in mid air and crushed between two cage panels. They were all quite disappointed that she had managed to push that balloon out earlier rather than later. They had all watched the show with throbbing hard on’s even though they had emptied themselves only hours earlier into the poor girl. They loved watching them like this. The girls thought they were alone and about to die, and you could see the fear in their eyes. Dean and Adrian were amongst a few of them who watched their eyes. For them it was about the eyes. You couldn’t get that from someone scared. They had to be terrified for their lives, and although they had no concrete plans for the girls future just yet, they had to make her believe they would kill her for now.

They sat chatting together about the night, how much they had enjoyed torturing the girl, and how it had been much better than last time. Of course it was better. They had accidentally killed the last girl. Her name was Sam. One of the guys had found her working the street corner and when she had accepted his invite to a party where some of his mates would be, she accepted – at a price, completely unaware that it would be the last place she would go to. The party was at Deans like usual. Dean was into some extreme shit when it came to sex. His girlfriends never lasted long when he pushed them too far. He always wanted to hurt them so much. His friends were in to the same thing, and when Dean met Adrian and Jon, they decided they would take it to non consensual lengths. It didn’t take them long to find likeminded people to join in and help.

Sam was the third prostitute to endure such a party. The first two were still alive but not necessarily well. Dean was struck by the intense beauty of this one. She could have easily been a model. She had been put on the pole like the others and fed drugs. Sam had passed out many times and was screaming, crying and bleeding when it was decided she should be taken down and fucked all over, just as they had done with Liz. They had put her on the floor and she was fighting it all the way. Liz had endured some serious abuse prior to her arrival at Deans but Sam was still very new to her situation. When the men grew tired of holding down her kicking limbs, they decided to nail her hands and feet to the floor. Dean was so drunk he didn’t care he would have four holes in his wooden floor, the thought of nailing this girl to the floor was too much of a turn on for him to reject the idea, and he watched her eyes as it took five men to hold her down, one with his hand pressed firmly over her mouth to muffle the cries. They spread her out on her front first and stretched her arms out straight. The nails were hammered in and none of them felt sorry for her. Next her knees were pushed underneath her stomach, so she was in a kneeling position, her body forced forward and down as her hands were now nailed. They then nailed her feet there, driven from the soles of her feet, straight through into the floor. Sam had stopped screaming and had passed out again. Her perfect ass was up in the air and everybody wanted a go with it. They waited for her to come round before beginning. Dean was the first to take her ass. They’d had to gag her by now because with each thrust, her nailed hands and feet were moving and Sam was screaming so much they were having to cover their ears.

When it came to around the sixth time her ass was being fed another hard cock, Sam was attempting to scream abuse at anyone, although all this was muffled by the gag, the guy pumping into her sore ass hole managed to make out something she said. He withdrew himself as soon as he heard her accuse the lot of them of being ‘a bunch of gays’ and stepped slowly in front of her. He told the others to back off a sec before running into the kitchen. He came back with a clear plastic bag and roughly put it over her head, sealing the bottom around her neck with some gaffa tape. He then resumed his position, only intensifying each thrust to a violent level. It didn’t take Sam long to use up all the oxygen trapped inside the bag, and soon it was stuck to her lips while she was shaking, her lungs aching for air. Unfortunately she never got to breath again and no one noticed when she passed out. By the time the guy fucking her had shot his load into her bowels, she was dead.

Liz was fast asleep when Dean quietly crept into the room. He powered down the little box that had electrocuted her many times and put it away. He left her alone again for sleep. He needed it too. Most of the guys had left by now, some were planning to return when the girl was well enough for them to play with again. They had never kept one for so long, but this had been planned from the day Adrian and John had moved into the house next door to hers. Most of them had seen her before whenever they had visited Adrian, and they had all been waiting for this. They had never done this to a girl who wasn’t a prostitute, and that only added to the excitement.

Liz slept for more than 12 hours. When she woke up to the terrifying recollection of the past few days events, the only thing she could do was lay there, still sandwiched between the two cage panels.  Letting some silent tears roll from her eyes she wondered how much more she could take, and she knew it wasn’t a lot unless she was given some time to recover. And that she was given. For the next three days, she was kept in the same position day and night. This in itself was torture. The imprinted cage design was now etched into her skin and her inability to move proved to be excruciating, especially by the third day. Only Dean and Adrian visited her, usually with soup or water and the occasional bit of bread to keep her alive. They barely spoke to her, even with her constantly questioning them both. ‘Are you really going to kill me?’ She never got a reply. Dean smiled whenever she asked, but he wouldn’t answer.

Three days after she arrived, her weak body was finally released from the cage. After all that time in the same position, Liz found some real agony in being able to move again suddenly. Her screams and cries were ignored as she was carried into a bedroom, completely untied and placed on a bed. When the bed touched her skin she yelped, her skin was bumped up in ways Dean had never seen before. It was fascinating the way it made her extra sensitive and he forced down the urge to bull whip her all over while she was like this. He knew she needed time before he could really start on her. He couldn’t wait to get her on his own, but she needed to be stronger. Liz’s naked and bruised body curled up protectively when she saw how Dean was looking at her. She anticipated he wanted to hurt her so much, but felt herself wash with relief when Dean said: ‘There is a shower and a bath through that door. Get yourself as clean as possible for me ok?’ Liz only nodded in answer, fearing he could hurt her at any second. Dean shut the door behind him and she heard the lock turning and clunking into place.

She looked down at her body and had to look away soon afterwards for fear of being sick. There wasn’t a part left unmarked. Her eyes travelled back to herself as she assessed the damage properly. Her legs were badly bruised, but all the bruising was yellowing now, meaning the worst had passed. Her eyes stopped when she read some of the obscenities carved into her. ‘Whore’ was the largest and not particularly neat. There were others too. Her fingers reached around her back where she could feel the bumpy texture of the brand Adrian had given her. She could feel so much pain all over herself that she wasn’t sure if it hurt a lot.

She stopped discovering her various wounds and tried to get on her feet. Unfortunately five days of the torture regime had taken its toll and she fell into a heap onto the carpet. Her legs were too weak to carry her now, especially since they had been pinned in the same position for hours. Her arms were also suffering, but she managed to drag herself towards the bathroom door to find the bath tub. She ran the hot tap. It was cold so she kept her hand underneath it, waiting to feel the warm water she was longing for. It never came. Ice cold water ran from the tap and nothing else. Liz quickly became distraught. She brought her knees to her face and cried into her hands with such an air of despair that anyone would feel sorry for her had they seen her now. Unfortunately Dean, Adrian and Jon were not just anybody and they definitely were not feeling sorry for her as they watched Liz on the TV screen downstairs. They had placed a camera in each room so they could watch all their cruel subtle tortures without missing out.

They watched her in silence as her body jerked with each sob. Dean finally got up to sort her out.  Liz heard his heavy footsteps getting closer and she scrambled into the corner of the bathroom shaking all over, the tears still falling. She wished so much she wasn’t here.

Dean entered the bathroom and gave Liz a look that she felt would cut her in half. He put the plug in and let the freezing cold water fill up high. ‘Get in this now.’ He motioned towards the tub of freezing water. Liz hesitated like any normal person would, but Dean wasn’t about to let her waste his time and he flung himself at Liz causing her to scream and fight. His hand entwined itself in her hair and pulled her clean off her feet and straight into the bath with one swift movement. The minute the water touched her skin her breath was momentarily taken away and she gasped with the shock. Instinct soon kicked in and she fought to get out, splashing the cold water all over the floor and more disturbingly, over Dean. She won the short battle despite Deans efforts to keep her in, she was too wet and slippery to keep hold of and she was soon laid in a heap next to the bath shivering.

Dean was furious. He was soaked through and he knew he was not going to let her get away with this. When he left the room Liz prayed he would not return, but he was back within seconds with two lengths of rope and handcuffs. ‘No, please don’t tie me up, please, I’ll get back in, I’ll get back in!’ Dean was too angry to care. He roughly pulled her arms behind her back and snapped the cuffs on them uncomfortably tight. He had lost his temper. Liz whimpered and protested while he threw her back into the cold water. Dean then looped one of the ropes tightly around her neck, pulled it so she could hardly breath and then tugged the end so that her head was forced backwards, the knape of her neck resting on the back of the bath tub. He secured it somewhere behind her head and then quickly tied her feet together, leaving a length on the end of it to secure it to the taps.

‘N-n-n-oo’ Liz’s teeth were chattering as every movement she made choked her. ‘D-d-d-don’t l-l-leave m-m-me p-please?’ She begged. She had never felt as cold as this in her life. She watched in disbelief as Dean closed the door to the bathroom behind him and retreated back to where Adrian and Jon had been sat enjoying the show.

When Dean returned to the kitchen, Adrian and Jon’s face said it all. ‘You could have thrown some ice in too mate?’ Adrian offered. Dean was tempted but knew the girl was suffering already. Not that he felt sorry for her as his hand stroked his hardening cock through his trousers. He had an urge to wank but realised he didn’t need to while Liz was here. He withdrew his hand and cooled off for a few hours till he decided she had suffered enough.

By the time he went back to get her out she was in shock, no longer shaking and a little limp. He untied her neck and her feet and carried the freezing girl out of the bath. He left the handcuffs on her as he towelled her off and gave her a blanket.

She snuggled into the blanket and he let her keep it while he watched he silently. She was so beautiful, he couldn’t wait for that body to heal so he could make her look like this again all over again.

I wish he would stop staring. I knew I hadn’t been violated for a couple of days now and I was so weak I barely even cared right now. The blanket was all I cared about after that monster left me to freeze in that bath for hours! Dean removed the handcuffs and pushed me gently down so I was laying on my back on the bed. My breathing faltered as I felt the fear rising. He prised the blanket from my fingers and let it fall to the floor. Instinctively I covered my tits with one arm and my pussy with the other. I may have lived without clothes for the past week or so but I still wasn’t used to it. He climbed on top of me then, his legs straddling me as he grabbed my wrists and pulled them above my head, clicking the cuffs around them and attaching them to the steel framed bed.

‘Please stop doing this to me now.’ He pressed a finger to my lips. ‘Please don’t beg Liz, you will make me angry and I want you to get better, not hurt you even more.’ I didn’t say anything else. He looked into my terrified eyes as he undid his belt and took his cock out. Holding my ankles in the air with his hands, he rammed himself into my pussy violently. I shut my eyes as he continued to rape me till he was spent. Before he left he threw the blanket on top of me and left, leaving me handcuffed to the bed.

This carried on for days at first, then weeks. Every day was the same. I was made to have a cold bath, and if I stayed in long enough and shaved my pussy, legs and underarms well, they would feed me, usually soup and bread. I would then be handcuffed to the bed and be visited at random times to be fucked, sometimes five or six times a day. Adrian and Jon visited too, along with other faces I had seen at the party on that first night.

I tried to stay sane but it was difficult when isolated like I was. There wasn’t even any pictures on the walls, no magazines to read, no TV, nothing. Just cold baths and rape. The sex was always painful, but they were refraining from torturing me for now. They had each told me that they were only waiting for my body to fully recover. I inspected myself daily to measure the time. When each bruise faded I was filled with dread because I knew I was becoming closer and closer to an ordeal I had already been through. By the time the scab had fallen off the word ‘WHORE’ on my leg, I knew it wouldn’t be long. I ran my fingers over the scarred word on my leg, trying to accept it would be there forever. The brand on my back was becoming less and less painful too, although it was the longest wound to heal.

My eyes were heavy with sleep as I heard the door unlock. Every time someone entered this room I panicked and prayed it was just a fuck and I wouldn’t be taken from the room. Crazy as it sounds I felt safer as long as I was kept in here. I kept my eyes shut as I felt someone sit down next to me on the bed and I tried to savour this moment of my warm blanket and comfort of the bed I had been sleeping on.

‘Bath time’ The words cut into me. I knew I had to obey the command but I didn’t want to move. I felt the handcuffs being released and forced myself to sit up. I looked at Dean with obvious contempt and he shook his head and tutted in return. I stumbled across the small space towards the bath and ran the tap feeling Deans eyes on me. He stood up and came towards me and I saw he had a bag in his hand. ‘W-what’s in there?’ I asked quietly. He sighed and looked at me full in the face and my heart began to beat a little faster. ‘A hairbrush, some makeup, knickers, and a bra.’

Maybe it was pure denial, but the first thought to enter my head was that they were letting me go. My eyes lit up and he saw it. He smiled and set the bag down as I climbed into the bath. ‘We are letting you go home Liz.’ As I felt relief wash over me I was suddenly filled with doubt. Flashbacks of their cruelty filled my head, and I just couldn’t believe they would let me go now. ‘Really?’ I dared to ask, almost flinching as I expected him to roar with laughter at my gullibility. But Dean sat down on the bed with his head in his hands and explained that Adrian and Jon had gone home to get some of their stuff so they could stay at Deans permanently, but the police had been waiting for them.

‘Oh my god’ I thought, ‘I’m really going home’ Apparently I had been reported missing after a week, and police had found it odd that Jon and Adrian next door had vanished too. They had searched their house and found traces of my blood in an outhouse ‘That brutal fisting Adrian gave me’ I felt my excitement begin to grow but was wary too. Dean continued to explain that as my body hadn’t been found, they were to be charged with my murder. The plan was to let me go so that Adrian and Jon would get a lighter sentencing having not killed me. This was music to my ears and I couldn’t help but smile. I couldn’t wait until those monsters were behind bars. My thoughts shot to Dean. ‘What about you? Are you not worried I will tell them about all of you?’ He replied sadly. ‘You can try Liz, but you have no idea where you are, and my real name isn’t Dean. Plus the fact that I will run anyway.’ He sounded almost scared.

I carried on washing myself in the cold bath, so used to it now that I just automatically reached for the razor and shaved my pussy. Thoughts engulfed me as I tried to take it in. I began to cry softly as I got out of the bath, dried, and slipped on the bra and pants Dean had given me. He watched me get ready. I brushed my knotted hair and put my makeup on delicately.

‘I’m going to have to blindfold you so that you can’t see where you are going when we get outside the house. I don’t want you recognising anything.’ I nervously agreed as he tied material over my eyes and I tearfully saw the tiny room that had been my home for the last month or so. My hands were already behind my back as if I was willing to be handcuffed. He tightened the metal securely and walked me towards the door. He pushed me through it and I stumbled a little, suddenly becoming frightened that this was a lie and I wasn’t really going home. ‘No no, it has to be true, Jon and Adrian want to be charged with kidnapping, not murder’ I reassured myself.

‘I’m really sorry for what we did to you Liz, we just get a little crazy and I know we’ve really hurt you...’ Dean sounded sincere as he guided me down the hall to some steps. He held on to the handcuffs as he helped me blindly down them and into an open space that I imagined was the one I had been so brutally tortured in the first night I had spent in this house. I felt sure I heard someone else...

‘Just wait here and I’ll get you something to wear...’ I felt his hands leave me as I stood with no idea where I was and what was in front of me. I fiddled nervously with my hands behind my back for what seemed like a lifetime. My bare feet were cold on the wooden floor as I took a few steps backwards. When Dean still hadn’t returned I started to worry. I shuffled backwards, not knowing if something was behind me. ‘Dean?...’ I said softly. ‘Was that a giggle?’ Suddenly I heard a shuffling of feet and my panic subsided, it must be Dean coming towards me. But the footsteps sounded urgent and as they closed in on me I instinctively cowered away expecting pain at any second. I felt a rush of air surround me and Dean stopped suddenly in front of me, laughing a real laugh that made me take tentative steps backwards. He kept on laughing and panic rose inside me. ‘C-can you let me go?’ I stuttered, but he just carried on laughing as I carried on creeping backwards. I felt myself hit something soft, warm, and it grabbed me by the neck and shoved me so hard against a hard surface behind me it knocked the wind out of me.

Pinned up to a pillar by my neck, fingers tore the blindfold from my eyes and I saw Adrian, his eyes cold, yet amused. Behind him stood Jon and Dean, Jon immediately burst into fits of laughter along with Dean, who was on the floor laughing. As they watched me take it in, the reality of their cruel lie hit me hard I felt like screaming with anger, and when Adrian loosened his grip around my throat I went for it: ‘You fucking bastards! Fuck you all you fucking set of shits! Let me the fuck out of here for fucks sake...’ My rant was cut off as Adrian happily punched me full on in the face and I collapsed to the floor, blood pouring from my nose. He then leapt on top of me, pinning me to the floor and holding my head up by my hair, he half whispered half growled directly into my ear ‘Calling me a fucking bastard? Your calling me a fucking shit!, well you fucking horrible little whore slag bitch, you’re gonna be so fucking sorry when we’ve finished with you this time, last time was fucking nothing compared to what your gonna go through this time! If you even survive it!’

He smashed my head back down on the floor leaving me moaning. One cuff was undone and I was dragged to my feet and made to stand with my back against the pillar as my hands were re-attached behind it. I was filled with anger. I couldn’t believe I had believed they were going to let me go. I couldn’t believe they had been so cruel, I couldn’t believe any of it.

Dean approached me then and my eyes widened as I saw the coils of barbed wire in his gloved hands. He smiled and cocked his head to one side slightly. ‘Awww, is Dean gonna hurt you? Aww poor little Liz’

He started at my shoulders. Wrapping the first length tightly around my chest and working his way down. I shut my eyes and tried not to scream but the sharp barbs pierced me and stuck inside me as he carried on winding it around me, pinning me to the pillar. He went all the way down my body, and then came back up again, ensuring he wrapped several layers tightly over my tits. I thought he would stop there, but he carried on moving upwards towards me head and as I shook it and begged he only advised that I keep as still as possible to minimise the damage. Fortunately he skipped my neck but I squeezed my eyes shut as the wire was lashed over my cheek slowly. ‘Open your mouth wide.... Now!’ I began to sob as he ran it through my mouth like a gag, the barbs agonisingly stuck in my cheek and one directly hovered above my tongue as he ran it around the back of the pillar, successfully gagging me with barbed wire. Luckily non of the barbs were at the corners of my mouth so I was able to close my teeth over the wire, but the barbs were brushing my tongue and one quick move and it would be sliced.

When he had finished he stepped back to admire how tormented I was. My pain filled eyes were begging, every breath I took caused the barbed wire to pierce me further and move about, it was unbearable and I was grunting with every breath as more tears slid from my eyes. Dean took out his camera and began taking photos.

Within five minutes I was absolutely beside myself. All three of them were watching me struggle to cope with their horrific torture. ‘Remember the party?’ I couldn’t nod my head but he saw my eyes flicker. ‘We’re having another one tonight and you’ve been invited!’ I sobbed in disbelief that this was happening again. Before the others arrive, I’m just going to prepare you so that you have some idea of what’s going to happen first. Dean disappeared from my view and returned with the little box he had used while I was crushed in the cage. He hooked the wires up to the barbed wire, and showed me how the dial was turned up to maximum power. ‘I’ll just give you a quick jolt to see how you find it’

The last thing I remember was the stiffening jolt of white agony before I passed out completely. When I came round, I could taste blood, and I didn’t have to see it to know I was bleeding from everywhere else. Most of the barbs were now embedded into me, and the electricity jolt had jerked me around violently enough to ensure all the pierced skin was disturbed. The fear I felt now had become so overtaking that all the sound around me seemed to dim somewhat. I watched as I saw familiar faces enter the room one by one, all in anticipation of the destruction they would be causing to my body for a second time.