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.  That’s 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.

I pushed in hard and pulled out slowly, savoring the velvety feel surrounding my cock, but I really enjoyed her struggles in vain to stop me.  Her twisting and turning was causing her some physical pain, but it was the loss of control that was penetrating her psyche and that is what I was trying to accomplish.  I wanted her to hate this, draw no enjoyment at all, we were making her a convenient hole for our pleasure and making her miserable in the process.  That is what gets me off, screwing with their minds and their emotions.

I felt pressure building toward a climax , so I slowed and pulled out to regain some composure, I wanted this to last at least an hour and I had been in her only for twenty-five minutes.  So I started to chew lightly on her nipples, just enough to pinch them between my teeth.  That caused a sharp pain and she jumped.  There was not a lot of pain, but it told her that her comfort was not an issue, only our desires.

I was ready to continue and I pushed into her again, stroking in and out slowly.  Still, she twisted and strained causing herself pain, not intense pain, but it did hurt and she was the perpetrator of that discomfort.  I had to hold up three more times and finally ninety-two minutes later I shot my wad into her and yes it went into her cunt and possibly into the womb.  Pregnancy was another threat I wanted weighing on her mind and emotions.   I truly enjoy the humiliation of women.  I feed on the fear, loathing and despair of the victim and this was so much more intense then the sessions with the voluntary subs.  This victim was not submitting, she was being taken.

I stood and did myself up and then walked into the next room where the video feed was.  We were taping this for our pleasure to relive the rape for years to come.

With the door shut she would not be able to hear us as I turned on a fan.  Ted looked at me and asked, “Well?’

“Ted it was incredible, she wanted to get to me, to escape to do anything to stop it and she couldn’t.  I loved when I came in her that she screamed obscenities.  She is in a real state.  We let her cool off for the night as planned and you have her for as long as you want tomorrow as agreed.”  I said.

“Good deal buddy, it looked pretty tame to me, but whatever gets you off.  Tomorrow, she will know what the real ride is all about.  It is agreed she can be marked and even maimed, but she has to survive, with her face intact.  But bloody noses and bruises are ok as long as they will clear up?”  He clarified.

“Yup, that’s the deal.  I am sure you will have a wonderful time.  I am going to get a couple of hours and then I will let you sleep to get ready for tomorrow.  Night and enjoy the show.”  I left while Ted watched Susan turn, wiggle and twist to keep the semen from traveling to the place where babies are made.

We left her tied where I abused her.  She lay in the cold and breezy room all night in her mangled clothes.  It was a restless night for her, she would have been well advised to rest more, because Ted was the physical member of the team.  He wanted to hurt her.  He loved to inflict pain and lots of it.  He was masterful about it, he would make the pain last and build to a climax.

The next morning, we donned the masks, then walked into the room, this time I was armed with the gun.  You might be surprised at what we did next, particularly in view of what was going to happen later, but we had chores to do.  We started by unfastening her restraints and handing her a bottle to drink, it was water.  She looked terrified and was sure she was about to be poisoned.  I shrugged and took a swig of the bottle and handed it back to her.  She was convinced enough to drink it down, yesterday’s ordeal and the unpleasant night was made without a drink.

We let her finish the water.  Then Ted handed her a wash clothe and motioned to her to clean herself.  The crimson tone to her cheeks gave me a decided satisfaction.  She was no stranger to sex, but she was always in control of the situation.  She was embarrassed not by her relative nakedness, nor the erotic abuse, but by her loss of control.

Next we forced her to remove the tatters that was all that remained of the designer clothes she put on over a day ago, Next we forced her to her “privy” and pointed at it so she would understand she was to take care of her needs there.  Ted left a another of her outfits as well as two more pints of water.  No food yet she would be fed after Ted was finished with her. We took the shambles of the old outfit, then left closing the door and loudly latching it.

She rushed to the door and slammed her palms against it and looked for a way to force it open.  There were none and slowly it dawned on her that her time was limited. She walked to the corner that was her bathroom and emptied her bladder.  She was surprised to find a roll of tissue to clean herself.  She looked at the outfit and decided to assert her will, she left the clothes where they lay.

At this point we returned, made a point of looking at the clothes laying there.  We knew she had not dressed as we watched the monitor, but we did not want to give that detail away just yet.

I walked over to her, the gun pointed at her.  I pointed to the clothes and she shook her head to the negative.  I shrugged and fired a shot between her feet.  She jumped and her eyes widened in terror.   Ted pointed at the clothes again and she dressed.  To her credit she did not rush, but she complied.  To this point, she had not any indication that we would do anything to injure her permanently.  The report of the shot changed that and the placement of the shot was intimidating.

It did not take her long, Ted had chosen her baby doll night gown, so, it was a matter of pulling on the panties and pulling he night gown over her head and on.  I motioned to her to back up slowly she stepped back as I slowly walked forward.  Sort of like we were dancing in a bizarre way. 

When she arrived at the spot for her beating Ted knelt down and fasted cuffs on her ankles and the spread her legs and attached the heavy chains. She was not going to be able to close her legs to protect her privates.  Next he fastened cuffs on her wrists and then to chains hanging down from the ceiling.  He went to the wall and pulled on a chain and she was pulled up by her wrists until she was balancing on the balls of her feet.  This was going to be her position for the next several hours.  She was rendered helpless again.  I left her to Ted and went to watch in the video room.

He started her off with a switch.  It was just branch of birch, but it was sturdy and would induce pain without breaking the skin.  Not that he couldn’t cut her with the switch, that was not part of the plan.  He chose it because he could control it.  In the beginning he swatted her bare legs and arms.  She screamed and I saw a look of pleasure wash over Ted’s face.  The first session was relatively short 20 minutes.  Then, he let her rest for about 40 minutes.

The next session he began working over her buttocks, again the screams were stimulating Ted and for the next 40 minutes, he beat and heated her pretty behind.  He was handling the switch with abandon and the fabric of her baby doll was cut off of her red welts marred her well kept skin.  He finished after forty minutes, then left her sobbing and suspended by her wrists and took a break for an hour.

She hung there for two hours before Ted returned, the strain on her shoulders were draining her ability to resist the beating.  The next beating lasted an hour, Ted focused on her breasts.  This session was the loudest so far, When Ted was done the baby doll top was in a matching state as the panties, she was wearing it still but just wearing it.  It was more fabric dangling off of her body that clothes.

He left her again for two hours, hanging in pain.  He had lunch, we knew that not only was she in pain from the switch, hunger pangs were hounding her while she rested.  That was the plan.

Ted entered again for the finale that was to last for two hours, for the first hour he focused on her vagina and abdomen half way through that hour, the baby doll top gave up the ghost and dropped to the floor.  The panties hung valiantly keeping her somewhat modest.  For the rest of the session he covered her whole body except the head.  It was supposed to last another hour, as I had said but, she passed out solidly in a half hour.

So I came in and we moved her to her rape bed. We applied a balm to her welts and to her skin in general, to keep her from becoming infected, which was not likely, he had not drawn blood, but it was part of the plan.  Then we waited for her to come around.

When she awoke she did not need to piss, she did that when she fainted.  We entered to her squirming body and offered something to drink and then we spoon fed some soup to her.  We let that settle for a couple of hours and hand fed her some sandwiches.  When we were satisfied that she was in the recovery mode. We turned out the light and left her to spend the night.

“That was fun.” Was all that Ted said and showered then went to sleep. I watched as she actually rested as much as she could, it  was chilly not really cold, just uncomfortable.  To her and an outside observer, the care we took with her must have seemed confusing at the least and absurd at the most.

Have no allusions of the two of us having any feelings to her, she was just the object to be abused, the reason for the care was purely selfish.  We did not want her injured more than from which she could recover.  The second thing is that we under no circumstances wanted her death attributed to us.

Soon it would be day three of her ordeal and this was going to be a truly horrid day for the wench.