John Blaze
05-09-2009, 1:41 PM
This one's a little dark, so as always - not everything will be for everyone! Also, if you are the type who hates the stroy and just wants the action, then skip ahead to the first reply for the part where the trampling starts. Enjoy!
Simone had planned for years. She had plotted and waited and re-checked her theories. She had come up with plan a, plan b, plan d, and a getaway plot. She had rehearsed it in her mind a thousand times, each time planning for a different twist… an unexpected turn of events that could ruin her day. She felt better that she had prepared so much because it gave her a strong sense of confidence. However, she didn’t need it. There had been no hiccups, no snags. Her plans had gone almost perfectly. She had enjoyed every minute of his torture. She almost shook with excitement at her extreme sense of satisfaction. She had planned for everything except the most simple of things…. She had not accounted for the smell. But it was a small price to pay for the enjoyment of it all. With that, she looked down at his face. She could hardly recognize him… he looked disgusting and pathetic. As she pointed the gun at his head to finish the job, she wondered what must have been going through his head…. The shame, the disgust, the humiliation of having it all end like this.
But, before I get ahead of myself, let me go back to the beginning… so you can understand.
Simone was gorgeous. Drop dead, knock down, double take gorgeous. She was a slender 5 foot eleven with all the right curves in all the right places. Her father was an Italian man who moved to Brazil where he met her mother. Her Mediterranean and Brazilian heritage created this beautiful olive skinned brunette with hazel eyes. She came to the US as an exchange student at the age of 18. Now, at the age of 26 she had a very promising model career and was about to release a fragrance. So why was she miserable?
When she got here she fell in love with Ben and her life was never quite the same. He was a few years older when they met, 21. She was in love right away…. The worst mistake of her life. What is it that makes beautiful women stay with the scum of the earth through the thick and thin? He kept her ego crushed for 8 years, even as her fame as a model grew. He cheated on her constantly, threw it in her face and treated her like a slave. She did the dishes, cooked for him, cleaned the house. … EVERYTHING! Every day she rubbed his poorly kept feet after his day “working” - which consisted of some construction and a ton of beer drinking. He never rubbed her feet, he HATED feet with a passion! She didn’t hate feet quite like him, but she HATED his… what kind of pig was he? Where was his hygiene? She was demeaned by the way he treated her but she stayed for “love“. When she got the modeling job, he quit construction to be her manager. Which really meant he kept all her money…. More like a model’s pimp then her lover or manager, he loved life at her expense. The first time he hit her, he promised it would be the last … until the second, third, and fourth times. Until finally, one day he threw her out and moved one of his mistresses in. The final insult? He had structured her contract so that he would always get 60% of her earnings for life!! So now he lived it up, day to day with his new woman, off of her earnings! Over the years she got her self esteem up… and soon grew to hate him, haunted by the memories.
As Simone pushed him into the empty warehouse, she wondered why she never left, why she didn’t get any backbone until now. Oh well, with her gun pressed firmly in his back she had him undress until he wore nothing but his boxers. Then he had to raise his arms as she chained him up by the wrists. Using the mechanical crane she had set up in advance, she lifted his arms until he had his feet barely on the ground. The entire time he cursed at her, convinced she had no guts to truly hurt him. He was wrong.
She wore all black. Knee high leather high heeled boots. Black leather skin tight pants and a black form fitting tank top. Her long brown hair was pulled back into a wavy pony tail. She looked like something from a science fiction movie! He kept cursing at her, hanging there. She calmly walked over to the black duffel bag that she had carried in with her. Ben watched what she was doing with interest . When she pulled out a black iron fire poker, he got a little scared. But surely this was all just to scare him right? This was the same docile woman he had controlled for years!
She smiled at him. And as he looked into her hazel eyes, he saw a look he had not seen in anyone’s eyes before. It was a look that seemed deranged, yet uncontrollably excited with anticipation for what was to come. She walked up to him. He was quiet now, a little more scared. “You are going to pay for all you have done… and I am going to love it. You will beg me for death…. And it will come, but really, really, slowly…. And only when I say so.” Now he was truly scared… she didn’t sound like she was bluffing. With that, she stepped back and swung the fir poker with all her might, like Babe Ruth swinging for the fences. Unable to protect himself, Ben just hung there helplessly as the iron cracked into his exposed, bare ribcage. He would have fallen, hunched up like a ball. Holding his battered torso with both arms, he would have rolled around on the floor. But instead, hanging there unable to move, all he could do was scream out in extreme pain and tug against his chains, remaining exposed. She swung again, cracking the other side. He had two bright red marks on his body. Again she swung, and again, and again… hitting him in the same two places Red turned to black and blue deep bruises… ribs fractured then cracked. … and loud screams that echoed into the empty warehouse turned to loud uncontrollable sobs and then pleading for mercy. Then, a different sound… with her whacking away at his body like a piñata… laughter! Her loud laughter. She was truly enjoying this! She worked over his ribs some more until he hung almost limp against the chains, battered and neaten. Then, she walked up beside him and sung for the fences again…. Right into his exposed and unprepared stomach. His six pack was no match for the iron rod as he tried to double over against his chains. The wind knocked out of him, he hung writhing in pain and sobbing. He heard the click-clack of her high heeled boots as she walked back over to the controls and released the chains. He fell to the floor in a heap. He heard her walking back over to him as her heels again clicked against the hard concrete floor. He wanted to move, to fight, or to run… but his ribs and stomach were so badly damaged… he just lay there.
She dragged him across the dusty floor to a spot where there were four iron rings protruding from the ground. She laid him on his belly and roughly handcuffed his wrists and then ankles one by one to the rings. Each time she yanked at his arms or legs, his battered torso felt like it would fall apart. When she had finished, he was laying face down spread eagle on the ground against the cold hard concrete. Ben realized the rings were placed perfectly for this purpose. He wondered how long Simone had been planning, preparing…what else did she have in store for him at this deranged playhouse?
Simone had planned for years. She had plotted and waited and re-checked her theories. She had come up with plan a, plan b, plan d, and a getaway plot. She had rehearsed it in her mind a thousand times, each time planning for a different twist… an unexpected turn of events that could ruin her day. She felt better that she had prepared so much because it gave her a strong sense of confidence. However, she didn’t need it. There had been no hiccups, no snags. Her plans had gone almost perfectly. She had enjoyed every minute of his torture. She almost shook with excitement at her extreme sense of satisfaction. She had planned for everything except the most simple of things…. She had not accounted for the smell. But it was a small price to pay for the enjoyment of it all. With that, she looked down at his face. She could hardly recognize him… he looked disgusting and pathetic. As she pointed the gun at his head to finish the job, she wondered what must have been going through his head…. The shame, the disgust, the humiliation of having it all end like this.
But, before I get ahead of myself, let me go back to the beginning… so you can understand.
Simone was gorgeous. Drop dead, knock down, double take gorgeous. She was a slender 5 foot eleven with all the right curves in all the right places. Her father was an Italian man who moved to Brazil where he met her mother. Her Mediterranean and Brazilian heritage created this beautiful olive skinned brunette with hazel eyes. She came to the US as an exchange student at the age of 18. Now, at the age of 26 she had a very promising model career and was about to release a fragrance. So why was she miserable?
When she got here she fell in love with Ben and her life was never quite the same. He was a few years older when they met, 21. She was in love right away…. The worst mistake of her life. What is it that makes beautiful women stay with the scum of the earth through the thick and thin? He kept her ego crushed for 8 years, even as her fame as a model grew. He cheated on her constantly, threw it in her face and treated her like a slave. She did the dishes, cooked for him, cleaned the house. … EVERYTHING! Every day she rubbed his poorly kept feet after his day “working” - which consisted of some construction and a ton of beer drinking. He never rubbed her feet, he HATED feet with a passion! She didn’t hate feet quite like him, but she HATED his… what kind of pig was he? Where was his hygiene? She was demeaned by the way he treated her but she stayed for “love“. When she got the modeling job, he quit construction to be her manager. Which really meant he kept all her money…. More like a model’s pimp then her lover or manager, he loved life at her expense. The first time he hit her, he promised it would be the last … until the second, third, and fourth times. Until finally, one day he threw her out and moved one of his mistresses in. The final insult? He had structured her contract so that he would always get 60% of her earnings for life!! So now he lived it up, day to day with his new woman, off of her earnings! Over the years she got her self esteem up… and soon grew to hate him, haunted by the memories.
As Simone pushed him into the empty warehouse, she wondered why she never left, why she didn’t get any backbone until now. Oh well, with her gun pressed firmly in his back she had him undress until he wore nothing but his boxers. Then he had to raise his arms as she chained him up by the wrists. Using the mechanical crane she had set up in advance, she lifted his arms until he had his feet barely on the ground. The entire time he cursed at her, convinced she had no guts to truly hurt him. He was wrong.
She wore all black. Knee high leather high heeled boots. Black leather skin tight pants and a black form fitting tank top. Her long brown hair was pulled back into a wavy pony tail. She looked like something from a science fiction movie! He kept cursing at her, hanging there. She calmly walked over to the black duffel bag that she had carried in with her. Ben watched what she was doing with interest . When she pulled out a black iron fire poker, he got a little scared. But surely this was all just to scare him right? This was the same docile woman he had controlled for years!
She smiled at him. And as he looked into her hazel eyes, he saw a look he had not seen in anyone’s eyes before. It was a look that seemed deranged, yet uncontrollably excited with anticipation for what was to come. She walked up to him. He was quiet now, a little more scared. “You are going to pay for all you have done… and I am going to love it. You will beg me for death…. And it will come, but really, really, slowly…. And only when I say so.” Now he was truly scared… she didn’t sound like she was bluffing. With that, she stepped back and swung the fir poker with all her might, like Babe Ruth swinging for the fences. Unable to protect himself, Ben just hung there helplessly as the iron cracked into his exposed, bare ribcage. He would have fallen, hunched up like a ball. Holding his battered torso with both arms, he would have rolled around on the floor. But instead, hanging there unable to move, all he could do was scream out in extreme pain and tug against his chains, remaining exposed. She swung again, cracking the other side. He had two bright red marks on his body. Again she swung, and again, and again… hitting him in the same two places Red turned to black and blue deep bruises… ribs fractured then cracked. … and loud screams that echoed into the empty warehouse turned to loud uncontrollable sobs and then pleading for mercy. Then, a different sound… with her whacking away at his body like a piñata… laughter! Her loud laughter. She was truly enjoying this! She worked over his ribs some more until he hung almost limp against the chains, battered and neaten. Then, she walked up beside him and sung for the fences again…. Right into his exposed and unprepared stomach. His six pack was no match for the iron rod as he tried to double over against his chains. The wind knocked out of him, he hung writhing in pain and sobbing. He heard the click-clack of her high heeled boots as she walked back over to the controls and released the chains. He fell to the floor in a heap. He heard her walking back over to him as her heels again clicked against the hard concrete floor. He wanted to move, to fight, or to run… but his ribs and stomach were so badly damaged… he just lay there.
She dragged him across the dusty floor to a spot where there were four iron rings protruding from the ground. She laid him on his belly and roughly handcuffed his wrists and then ankles one by one to the rings. Each time she yanked at his arms or legs, his battered torso felt like it would fall apart. When she had finished, he was laying face down spread eagle on the ground against the cold hard concrete. Ben realized the rings were placed perfectly for this purpose. He wondered how long Simone had been planning, preparing…what else did she have in store for him at this deranged playhouse?