Torturing Tanya (Part Ten)
by Paul Mellette
*****
The smell of Vonnie's burning flesh filled the air. The current that had entered
her body had fried her and put an end to what was left of her life. Her mind had
not recovered from the shock of the circumcision and she had not regained
consciousness, having quickly passed out from the mutilation that followed. She
had been unaware of the electrocution that had finished her off... a brief any
dynamic hastening of the death that was coming to claim her quickly anyway...
Tanya, however, was aware of it all. Her mind was filled with the images, the
sounds of the torture, and now... the smell of death. She glanced once more at
the dead woman. It wasn't a pretty sight. Vonnie's body was twisted in an
awkward position; having been bounced around by the sheer power of the current
inside her... her lower body; from vagina down, was covered in blood as she had
lost damn near all there was to lose from the gaping wound that had once been
her pussy...
Closing her eyes and breathing in slowly, Tanya steeled herself. There was
nothing now to interfere... all she dared hope for was that she might sleep
through much of the torture... passing out as Vonnie had... and that perhaps Big
Mel might have spent such fury on Vonnie that he might be less intent on
prolonging the pain he brought to Tanya's body...
*****
Paco turned the steering wheel and drove the car into the driveway that Wade
pointed out. It was a long drive and it took a turn behind the house. As they
pulled up, they saw Dave's pick-up and Vonnie's car. Paco stepped on the brake
and the car came to a stop.
As the pair walked as quietly as possible on the gravel driveway, they came to
the back stairs of the house... and Paco was the first to see Dave's lifeless
body crumpled in a heap on the porch...
"Oh my God," he muttered.
"Is he dead?" Wade asked.
Paco had leaned down to check for a pulse, but the vacant eyes and the cold
flesh he touched told him what they both already knew...
"OK," the lawman said, "I think you need to go back to the car until I find out
what's going on..."
"But..." Wade started to protest.
"No," Paco held a finger to his mouth, "no time to argue. I'm going in... I've
sure got probable cause now... and now it's official..."
*****
If Mel was spent, it wasn't apparent from his conversation. He continued to
regale Tanya with far more information than she wanted to hear. Part of her
wished she could scream for him to hurry the hell up and get it over with... but
then a calmness settled over her... and she realized that every second the big
man wasted in conversation was a second another second that help might arrive...
She thought of Joe... she could feel him... his love for her... even 2500 miles
away. She wished that if for no other reason, she might escape this horror...
just to tell him one more time how she felt about him... and how he made her
feel about herself...
*****
Joe lay in his bed, Tanya's picture held tightly to his chest. That magical
sense that their bond had given him was tearing his heart out. He could feel
her... her fear and her danger... and had no way to know what was happening. He
had tried calling her cell phone to no avail. She had still not emailed... they
had planned a kinky little rendezvous and he knew it was not like her to miss
out on one of them...
But even in his moment of greatest fear... a peace settled on him. He knew that
fate had orchestrated an escape from whatever trap had been laid. The forces
that had guided them into their improbable meeting and their incredible love was
not going to be content for them to never get to the actual culmination... the
lifetime romance that would rock the world... Whatever was required, he knew
he'd hear from Tanya as soon as she was able... and with that peaceful thought,
he looked at her picture once more, kissed it gently, and held it back to his
chest as he drifted off to sleep...
*****
"Your time has come sweet-feet," Mel said as he gripped Tanya's soft arch in his
hand and squeezed.
Tanya's eyes grew wide with renewed fear; and loathing at the big man's touch.
He sat on the bed next to her and began to run his large, rough hands across her
soft flesh.
"You know," he said, "you remind me so much of someone else. Someone I could
have loved a long, long time ago."
Tanya watched each and every movement of his hands. They slowly traced the
outline of her belly; brushed the underside of her big breasts; traced along a
couple of scars she had acquired through life, through child-bearing, through
surgeries. She closed her eyes and tried to block out the sensation of Mel's
touch. It was repulsive.
She thought of Joe again... how when he had kissed her... even there... it had
sent electricity through her soul... it was one of the reasons she had fallen so
deeply into love with him; he found her beautiful... even things she hated, like
the scars, were cherished by him... because, as he told her, they were part of
her...
"How can I love only part of you?" he had asked her, "How can I not love what
has made you who you are; the scars and the kids and the experiences?"
Of course he had serious difficulty with the Dave issue. The problem wasn't that
there had been a Dave, but that she had tried to continue protecting him. Not
wanting to consider the evil things; the things that Joe believed might be...
things that were nowhere as extreme as what actually transpired... Finally Tanya
had begun to see Dave as something other... less... than the man she had
married... and of course, now there was no Dave to be an issue any longer...
*****
The slap startled her. It caused her face to sting and then begin to go numb.
"Listen to me, you fucking bitch!"
Tanya's eyes filled with tears at the sensation of being slapped so hard and at
having been jarred back to reality. She had hoped that maybe she could just lose
herself in happier thoughts... Joe... the kids... Jesus, God... Wendy... Help
Wendy...
"Now," he said, "as I was saying... it's funny, that SHE ignored me too... that
SHE always said she wanted "a big cock" but when I offered her one, she insulted
me... it... and I had to show her..."
At this point he was rambling... and again, the more the big man lost control
the more terrified Tanya became... It was impossible to predict just how
horrible the torture could become. What she had witnessed... and experienced...
thus far was so beyond anything she could have ever comprehended already, she
had no idea how much worse it could be... and didn't want to know...
*****
The door was unlocked. Paco stepped slowly inside, gun drawn and alert. The
house was small and cluttered. It smelled of dirt and cigarette smoke and cheap
cleaners... and something else...
Paco sniffed the air again... and it hit him... it was the smell of charred
flesh... He listened closely and heard the sound of talking... and moved slowly
toward the sound to investigate...
*****
"I hated myself for a long time," Mel said as he began to move his hand in the
vicinity of Tanya's patch of pubic hair. She tried to withdraw herself... to
allow the mattress to swallow her up to avoid his touch... and what she knew was
sure to follow. She noticed that his knife was on the bed beside him...
"But," he continued as he gently stroked the soft, curly hair, "I learned that
it was more them than me... they wanted to hurt me... and I made them pay..."
"Mmmphggfff," Tanya protested. She wanted to ask him what she had done
personally. Why not punish those who had actually done the wrong; if anybody...
It had come time to prolong the conversation she realized, because when Mel ran
out of things to say... she would have run out of time...
"I know you haven't hurt me... personally," he said, as if reading her thoughts
or understanding her muffled words, "but it's symbolic in part... and baby, it's
sweet release in part..."
*****
Old houses. God Damn them, Paco thought as he stepped on an extremely loud
floorboard. He stopped walking and listened to the sound of talking that he was
drawing near. It was coming from what appeared to be the master bedroom... just
down the hall... After a moment's hesitation, the lawman continued slowly and
cautiously toward the room...
*****
"I think we might have a visitor," Mel said as he rose from the bed. Tanya
breathed a sigh of relief as the monster was suddenly further away from her
pussy... and there was yet another reprieve from what had looked just seconds
before to be the inevitable.
Tanya watched as Mel moved stealthily toward the bedroom door. It was pushed
closed and he stood to one side of it. Tanya wanted to shout a warning to
whoever was out there, but she could only make a muffled noise; and she was sure
that would do nothing more than piss Mel off all the more.
After what had seemed like eternity, the door handle began to turn slightly and
as the door swung open suddenly, Tanya saw the form of Paco Ruiz. She knew Paco;
he was an old friend of Dave's... a really nice guy... and thank God, he was
some kind of policeman... help had arrived!
But Tanya knew that Paco was in serious danger... she tried desperately to warn
him; motioning toward Mel with her head... shouting a warning that was lost in
her gag...
*****
Paco opened the door carefully. He was greeted by the sight of Tanya, tied
helplessly and naked to the bed... In another time and another place, it would
have been a most pleasant sight, but this was not that time or place. He knew
she was there because her life was in grave danger...
Tanya was trying desperately to communicate with him. He had no clue what she
was saying, but her head gestures and wide and terrified eyes shouted of
danger... Big Mel was lurking... somewhere nearby...
*****
End Part Ten
(c) 2002 Paul Mellette
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