The following story is only fiction. None of the characters or situations are based on actual persons or events. Any similarity between these and real individuals or events is unintentional. Some of the subject matter may be triggering for survivors of sexual assault. Sensitive subject matter includes rape, torture, humiliation, psychological trauma, forced impregnation and body modification/transformation. Reader assumes any liability beyond this warning.
Chapter One: The Plan
I don’t have much longer now. They are coming for me. There is no where left for me to hide and besides, I’m much too old and far too tired to run any longer. So let them have me. It’s not as if I’m innocent. In fact, I committed every filthy, demented, sick and twisted deed they accuse me of; that and much, much more than they could ever possibly know.
Have I aroused your curiosity? Would you like to hear all of the unnaturally depraved and sadistically sinister acts I’ve perpetrated over the course of my lifetime? I do apologize my dear reader, but that tale is one of such epic proportions I’d scarcely have enough time to even begin. But you’ve been patient with my tantalizing tease so I shall instead reward you with the story of Bianca and Ashley. I should caution you, however. The depravity of the taboo acts committed against them were some of the most emotionally disturbing and wretched ordeals that have ever existed throughout human history. One does not survive such a prolonged experience with their faculties still intact and they were certainly no exception to that fact.
So now, after I’ve described to you a small inkling of what you will hear tale of and because your curiosity compels you to continue reading, I shall proceed without any further ado.
It was the winter of my 29th year; February 2006. I had been involved in the underground sub-slave market for only 3 years at that time. Let me just state that I had never had, nor have I ever developed in the time since, any racist or misogynistic ideals. I had never even given a single thought about social construct; the superior versus the inferior, men versus women, etcetera. But you see, as a deviant sadist, the idea of owning another person was quite arousing to me and it didn’t take long for me to abandon any inhibitions I may have had surrounding the taboo of human bondage.
For a while I was content to buy, sell and use the sub-slaves I found within the market boundaries but, because each of them had in fact volunteered to become sub-slaves, it wasn’t long before the thrill of ownership disappeared and I became bored with all of it.
It was during a role playing exercise with two of my newest “properties” in which they were doing their best to pretend that they were innocent catholic school girls, each begging me not to rape the other, that I had an epiphany. No matter how good the act was, it was still only an act and afterward, any mind fuck that I had created would vanish shortly after the scene ended. No matter how carefully planned out my design was, the true intention behind it was lost because there was no relatable meaning driving it. Simply put, it could never feel real because it wasn’t real.
It was then that I made the decision to cross the boundary that separates a man from becoming a monster. I knew exactly what I needed to do to finally create an honest and original, living work of art; to create my masterpiece.
I immediately sold all of my sub-slaves, taking whatever price was offered, and began gathering and constructing all of the materials that I would need to make my dream a reality.
This took several months if not a full year to prepare. I purchased a small plot of land far out into the country and commissioned a local contractor to construct a large barn complete with a large “storm” cellar. There were some arguments back and forth with the architect over the size and layout of the cellar but, in the end, the customer is always right.
Construction took months. I used that time to set up all the necessary accounts and services and to purchase and prepare all the devices required for when my long term “project” would finally begin.
Finally, February had arrived and so too did the completion of all my hard work and preparations. The barn was stocked and ready for its new residents. However, I had yet to find the specific residents I had in mind.
I knew very well what I wanted. I had only to locate them, find a way to separate them from the herd and then snare my trap. It took me an additional 2 months to find the perfect specimens, but find them I did. They were absolutely perfect for my design and once I made up my mind to capture them no others would suffice.
My apologies once more my friends. In the excitement of my reminisce I have failed to explain just what it was I had been searching for. You must understand, I had the desperate need to create honest and true art and what is art if not the purest expression of raw, naked human emotion. We have all seen this in paintings, sculpture, photography and all the other higher, more traditional art mediums. But you can never really experience the true intentions of the artist because it’s never anything more than the snapshot of one moment; one aspect of the artists psyche. Yes, it is possible to see other works in order to gain a bit more insight but you will never fully understand the creative process that goes into creating a masterpiece worthy of legend.
My masterpiece would be the complete and utter deconstruction and total annihilation of the human mind. I want so badly to rush ahead and tell you all about my theories, ideas and processes surrounding that glorious achievement, but that would take away the joy of discovery as you continue reading further.
Now that you know my full intentions regarding my prey, I shall reveal to you that they were in fact Bianca Henderson and Ashley Marshall, best friends and roommates, quite possibly lovers as well, ages 37 and 35.
I wanted their capture to be clean, concise and completely quiet. This is why they appealed to me so strongly. After several weeks of watching and observing, I had learned many interesting facts about them. For example, they were new in town. They had no family or friends nearby. They attended church services regularly, twice on Sundays and once every Wednesday evening. I learned that Bianca, worked independently from home as a medical records transcriber. She had no husband or boyfriend as I could see and there was no sign of anyone else she might be seeing. Her roommate, Ashley, taught at a small, run down, under funded high school full to the brim with future drains to society. Neither of the women were overly attractive nor were they in any way ugly. Together they were so terribly average and unnoticeable in every way that I knew in my heart that no others could possibly be more perfect. Their disappearance might raise an eyebrow or two but it would be a long while before anyone who mattered came looking and by that time they would be long gone without a trace.
I decided to grab them from the church parking lot after Sunday evening service. It was a small denomination with an even smaller congregation. I noticed that they always left right after the sermon on Sunday nights before the singing began. The singing would always continue for about another 15 minutes after they left. I came to the conclusion that they left early so that Ashley could get home for bed because of work early the next morning. It was still early in the spring and cool outside but more importantly it was still dark outside earlier in the evenings and by the time they left service it was well after dusk. Like clock work they always parked away from the building as to avoid becoming trapped in when they wanted to leave. This worked very well to my advantage. The only thing I needed to work out was how to grab the both of them simultaneously without either of them crying out or seeing their abductor.
So I devised a way to use their car as a gas chamber to incapacitate them for transport. I purchased a canister of Desflurane-Nitrous oxide and came up with a simple delivery system that worked through the cars air vents. While fast acting, it would still take a few moments to take full effect so I chocked both of her rear tires inconspicuously so that the car would not begin rolling easily. My ingenuity worked out perfectly.
The night I abducted them went off without a hitch. It was as if God himself smiled down upon me and granted me his full blessing. The sermon ended and then shortly afterward I heard the singing begin. About two minutes into the first song the door swung open and out they came walking side by side. No one followed. They navigated around the parked cars and found their own. Bianca opened the passenger door for her friend and then walked around to the drivers side without noticing anything out of order. As soon as she was in with the door shut I activated the gas canister. A moment later the car started and she put it in reverse. She attempted twice to back out before the gas took hold and they were both unconscious. I deactivated the gas, walked over to the car, opened the door, put the car in park and removed the chocks. I let most of the gas air out before getting in and rolling down the windows. I shoved Bianca to the side, put the car in reverse and drove off to a more secluded area. I stopped, gave them a quick examination checking their vitals, then blind folded, bound and gagged them both before continuing on toward the barn.
Once I arrived I drove the car right in through the main garage door closing it behind me with the remote. It didn’t take too long relocating both ladies to the cellar. Both were quite petite and carrying them wasn’t much work at all. In the center of the cellar floor there was what looked like a large wooden box with two holes cut into two side panels opposite of each other and a trap door cut into the rear panel.
The box was designed so that the panels above the holes slid upward to allow the heads of two people to be placed inside and face one another. The panels would then slide back down locking their heads inside the box like a stock.
I first placed Bianca’s head through one of the openings and slid the panel down around her neck. I then locked it in place with a padlock. I forced both of her knees under her to support her weight while I moved on to her friend. I placed her Ashley in the hole opposite of her so that if you could see inside the box they would be facing each other. After I locked her in and placed her knees under her for support I went to work completing their arrangements. I knew that if either of them woke up at that point there was very little they could do.
Once locked in place there is no way to see anything outside the box. On the interior of the box I rigged a dim LED light source so that they could see each other’s faces fairly clearly. It was just as important that they be able to see each other as it was that they were unable to see outside of the box.
On the floor outside of the box I bolted four ringlets to the concrete on both sides; two for the wrists and two for the ankles. After stripping off all of their clothing I attached shackles to the wrists and ankles of both of my new pets and then short chained them to the ringlets. There was very little slack and only allowed for a couple inches of movement in any direction. They would have no choice but to remain on their hands and knees from then on. I then placed them inside a special harness that fit around their torsos. The harness was then chained to a motorized hoist that could be raised and lowered as needed to offer or take away support. Once they were both secured I hooked them both to an IV and put them on a slow saline drip.
I stepped back to take one last look at my work. It was already a glorious sight and I still had yet to begin.
To be continued.
