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Everything Against Her Will

Part 1

Everything Against Her Will

Part  one


After losing the services of their pain subs, two expatriate Americans decide to find a woman to abuse involuntarily.  They settle on one they do not like and proceed to abuse her physically, mentally and emotionally. 



Part One


Ford and I were sitting at the pub, nursing a couple of beers and lamenting our plight.  The two favorite little pieces of meat that we generally tormented had both gotten pregnant within weeks of each other, which left us with an itch and no way to scratch it.


Ford was a little less buzzed than I was and so I was not in the best condition to reason things out and was eventually talked into participating. We were two American contractors in a foreign country with loads of time on our hands.  And that meant trouble, in this case for someone that was going to regret it more than we two.  Ford started the topic casual enough, "Ted, damn I am horny and I miss T & L.  I could use a good session now."  I just nodded my agreement.  After a few more swallows of his brew he said,  "We have three months until the project is back on, I say we go find some action, I dearly want a slut to abuse."


I answered, "Come on Ford, there aren't any more subby types in the area and we do need to stay here, in case it starts up again.  There are no volunteers to take the punishment and abuse.  Let's not rub it in, ok?"


What he said next should have sobered me right up, as it was, he continued in the same casual tone, "Actually, Ted, I was not thinking of finding a volunteer.  I was just thinking of finding someone to do without her permission."


It took me a moment, "You mean we will kidnap, abuse, torture and rape her?"


"Yes, my friend, I mean exactly that.  Don't try to tell me you have considered it before."


It's true I had, but I had put it right out of my mind, however the combination of the alcohol and three weeks without a girl to do, numbed me to the alarms that should have been going off.  Instead, I said, "Ok, wise guy how are we going to do it without getting caught?"


He thought for a moment, then spoke, "Ok, at the town 25 kliks to the west near the coast, there's a cottage maintained by the company.  We go there, check out the local fauna, pick the victim and hold her for 96 hours and do whatever evil comes to mind, because we are not going to be worried about her limits.  Only rule is she isn't going to die by our hand."  It was so reasonable sounding when he described it.  I just raised my mug and tapped his and said, "To our victim then."


The next two weeks were spent in inconspicuously setting up the fruit cellar under the barn behind the cottage and starting the search for the girl we were going to use.  After a week we had it narrowed to nine candidates, Four of which were dismissed, as we found they had boyfriends.  Three more were disqualified because their schedules were mishmashes and there would be uncertainty as to their comings and goings, which left just two, and either might work, they were religiously bound to a schedule and neither had any real attachments.  There was really only one tavern close by, so, Ford and I decided to go there to observe them and decide who would become our toy.


One was a dirty blonde, the other was a brunette, neither was over endowed in the area of the breasts, but there was definitely a bust. As we sat and watched the brunette arrived first.  She was dressed in a business suit, not overly masculine and while the skirt reached just above the knees there was a pair of high heels.  The girl was very attractive.  She obviously took an interest on how she looked.  She arrived promptly at 5:40p and ordered a white wine, found a quiet corner and nursed the drink for an hour, the second for an hour and the third for yet another hour,  She brushed away offers of a drink from two men during the course of her stay at the pub, she departed at precisely 9:20p. 


The dirty blonde came in around 6:00p, she immediately got a beer and went to the side of the dance floor.  She danced off and on during the night, the girl was a trifle overweight, but, then again she was pleasant to look at.  She dressed in less formal work clothing and would talk to men and dance with them, but never the same one twice in a row, she was good for two beers and left at around 7:30p.


A few strategic drinks bought for some locals revealed that the blonde was a clerk at the grocery store and wasn't seeing anyone, she was really overly shy and the guys tried to look out for her, but she was independent and would not have any of it.


One of the guys with whom we struck up a conversation said, "The brunette?  That is one stuck up a piece of work, mate.  I think she has gone out three times with a bloke over the years she's been here.  That cold fish is a solicitor, she does come here a lot, but, only around holiday time, like now, then she just disappears, she'll be going anytime now.  Save yourself the troubles, my friends, work on some other birds here.  She won't give you the time of day."  We talked about other women with the locals and eventually took a turn dancing with the blonde before she left. Then we hit half-heartedly on some of the other girls at the pub and got turned down. We stayed until 11:00p and left.


"Well Ted, what do you think?  I am all for the brunette, how about you?"  Ford started out casually.


I on the other hand was fairly sober and having second thoughts,  "Hell Ford, I am not so sure about this.  There is too much that can go wrong, I think we should wait until we can find some willing subs."


"Oh no you don't, bosom buddy, we worked this out and agreed to it and I am holding you to it and if I go it alone and get caught, I am going to implicate you anyway.  But before you go off on me, listen for a second.  The bitch is never going to see our faces or hear our voices.  We will wear masks when we take her, then we hood her or blindfold her and we communicate on note pads while she is blinded.  Then we do her as we see fit.  As painful as we want, as degrading as we want, as terrifying as we want and she can't stop us from doing it.  I have no intentions of getting caught and we aren't going to get caught.  To boot, she is going to live through it and she will be damaged goods and it serves the bitch right for being such a stuck up cow.  What do you say?  You are already up to your neck in it anyway and you won't get caught."  Ford stated matter-of-factly.


I started to reply angrily, but the plan stopped me.  It was simple enough to work and the truth of it was that I would like to do that brunette and taking her down and ruining her appealed to me a lot.  Then there was the point of being able to inflict pain and even maim her and then of course using her for sex when we wanted and how we wanted was the clincher.  I was in.


Her name was Suzanne and she was a lawyer, in the UK there are barristers, those are the Perry Masons of England and there are solicitors and they handle non-criminal cases and Suzanne was one of the latter.  As we researched, (actually we were snooping, but what the heck.)  We discovered that she took a holiday here every year and then returned to her home in a city further north for a few weeks before starting back to work at her firm. According to the desk clerk, she kept to herself and she tipped lousily.  To boot, she was constantly whining and complaining about her room and the food.


Ford is an internet whiz and started to build a profile on her, thanks to her online diary.  She was in her early thirties, was well thought of as an attorney and was working to move into becoming a barrister.  In her private life, she was a prima donna and looked down on anyone that she considered an inferior.  She was well off and had took an extended holiday at this point to coincide with her less busy work times and to scout out possible places to move.  Her preoccupation with her career left no room for a personal relationship, in short, no one was looking for to come home right now.


With a little more detective work, we found she was booked in this place for two more days and she was going to go on a road trip checking out places she may want to move if she did become a barrister.  No itinerary and no one looking for her for fourteen days.  We had our victim now.


We watched the next day, she could not have been more cooperative.  She parked her expensive Italian sports car out away from all the others secluded from the rest of the cars parked there.  She made no phone calls from her room to personal friends, nor any concerning cases.  Then, as she had done the several days we spied on her, she left her door unlocked and ajar as she went to breakfast.


Ford watched as she disappeared to the dining room and hen pressed himself against the wall and shuffled down to her door, it was close enough to the hallway camera that it was off the camera itself, meaning that he was unobserved sneaking into her room.  He wore latex gloves and snapped several photos with a digital camera, now he had a picture of how her room should look when she got back.  Then, he started to carefully, but quickly, search the room and soon had his objective.  He made a wax impression of her car keys.  Then, not according to plan, he made copies of the rest of her keys.  Ford checked his watch, Suzanne had been out of her room for only about six minutes, the soonest they had served her morning meal was twenty minutes, so he figured he had another twelve or so minutes to finish up.  He nosed around and ran across not really a diary or a journal more a recording of men she had provided "favors", as she called them, to have their approval in certain matters.  The digital camera snapped quickly capturing the sordid record.


Ford checked the rest of the room and found nothing more.  He quickly reset the room from the photos he had taken and left the door as he found it just ajar. He left out of sight of the hallway security camera and left the building to the waiting car and me. He started, "Ted this is great, this bitch is going to be ours for the rest of the time we are here, look at this stuff!"


I glanced at the images of the incriminating pages, then I looked at Ford and said, "I see them, what's your point?"


He looked puzzled, and started, "Blackmail Ted, we own this slut.!"


"I don't think so Ford.  We are going to do what we said we were going to do, except, maybe for five days, not four.  And before you start that crap with me about you doing it and involving me, I want you to stop and think. The way we have it planned means, there is almost no way we get caught.  You confront her with this stuff she's going to have our asses, for the love of mike she's a lawyer. You want a slave, I guess there are places you can get one, but personally I would say it's out of my price range and out of yours.  No, you got me into this and I am going through with it, but only what we have agreed to do, understood?"  I had a pretty firm look on my face.  Ford backed off, right away, first because I was looking pretty solid on what I was saying and it probably dawned on him that we were about to commit a major crime and to get away with it, we would have to be very careful.


Ford fought the idea for a few minutes and said, "Yeah, I guess your right, but you think we can do her for five days though?"


I said, "She's not due back for ten days, sure why not?"


That finished that conversation as we left to drive to the spot we picked to pick up our "toy."  In order to keep the trail to us cold, we left almost 24 hours before she was going to leave.  We drove to the spot it was a fairly wooded spot and there were not any kind of residences around.  Ted is a savant when it comes to technology, he can create things with a real flare.  The trap was incredibly simple, in the fuse box and on the coil to the ignition system he had a fused element set up to spark and blow both fuses disabling the car.  The trigger was not long distance but it was effective  I on the other hand was a pretty good student of human behavior.  She would pick this direction because, there was a chance to show off the powerful engine to any masculine type that would try to show off to her.  She wanted to blow someone off the road going up a pretty steep grade and humiliate their masculinity.  She was a real piece of work, but soon she would just be a real piece.


The area we chose was at a brief leveling off on the mountain grade and somewhat higher up so it was going to get chilli overnight.  We didn't mind, we came prepared with a full gas tank and plenty of snacks.   We were camped out on a somewhat overgrown wooded back area there was an old road that led back to a sheltered are that once probably served as a parking place for construction equipment.


As I predicted she came this way, and as always his contraption worked perfectly. Suddenly, she lost power and the auto stalled, coasting to within five feet of the overgrown road.  We took our time, she wasn't going anywhere and the road was not well traveled.  I knew that, she evidently didn't.  As the car rolled to a stop she got out of the car to see what was the matter.  It would have been nice to see the expression on her face, but, we came up behind her.  She did put up a struggle, but there were two of us and we were not weak.


We forced her face down in the dirt and in spite of the kicking and undulating Ted had her wrists tied tight and I got her elbows tied together.  we then tied her ankles then hogtied her ball gagged her and then blindfolded her and locked her in our trunk.  We took the copy of the key we made for her car and Ted reset everything and drove it well into the area to make it better camouflaged, we dragged fallen trees and branches to block the inlet and covered the car with a camo net designed for forests.


We drove back leisurely to the house and parked in the garage.  We did not take her out but went in and got a cup of coffee.  “That went smoothly.” I observed.


“Yeah, so far so good.  We wait until dark to move her, then.”  Ted stated.


“Yes and that should start to cause her some real worries.  It will likely seem a lot longer to her than it really is.  Thats good, she needs to start understand how much trouble she really has.”


We chuckled and finished our coffee and went through our routine.  To an outside observer, nothing was out of the ordinary, that was as we planned it.  It was well after dark when we retrieved her from the trunk and carried her to the dungeon.  As I pointed out before, it was damp cool and uncomfortable.  We got her into the dungeon. Then , still keeping her blindfolded, we took her to a corner, pulled her pants, hose and panties down and had her squat down to let her pee.  Then we took her to the “bed”, it was made out of stone, hard and cold.


We removed her blindfold, we wore ski masks, even when she was blindfolded, so as to not have any slip ups reveal our faces.  As I said, we removed the blindfold and Ted shoved the business end of a nine millimeter into her mouth.  She caught on quickly and lay very still.  We untied and then tied her tautly spread-eagle on the surface.  The final piece was a log about four inches in diameter and we slid it under her stretched body forcing her cunt available.  We then removed her gag and blindfold.


She spewed a diatribe of threats and epithets.  We let her continue until she became hoarse.  Then Ted held up a sign that read simply, “Time to rape you.”  She read that and her eyes grew wide and she struggled as much as our restraints allowed her, which was not a lot.  I cut her clothing up the front to expose her to me.  She understood now, there was nothing she could do, she was going to be assaulted.


I climbed up between her legs and pulled my cock free.  I stroked it a couple of times for dramatic effect, I was already stone hard.  I made my way between her legs as her body twitched and tried to moved.  I brought my crotch down and the end of the prick was at the entrance of her pussy.  I used two fingers to spread the outer lips apart amid screaming sobbing and pleading, The head paused at her opening for a moment and then I thrust in.  The soft folds embraced the cock and I began to thrust in and out bringing my self into her hard in the thrust in.  I pounded her as she eventually cried.


It was official now, she was being raped.  But the worst was yet to come.  She would come to wish for the simple fucking with which we started the whole ordeal.



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