Trail of tears part_3
Introduction:
I told you this series would get darker…I suggest reading the first 2 parts to get aqqainted with the story.
This house was built just for my twisted tendencies. The dungeon is actually a concrete bunker divided into two rooms. The bunker was built and buried a year or so before the house, while the hay was high and no one could see what was going on. All the walls, floors, and ceilings are three foot thick reenforced concrete, at least 12 feet underground. The house was built a year later on what appeared to be undisturbed ground, So the bunker is not in the drawings and not on file with the planning and zoning board. The different inspectors during the building process, nor the builder knew it was there. I had what the builder thought was a large storage room built adjacent to the kitchen which I would dig out converting it to a stairwell, with a door hidden by a well hidden false panel. One of the rooms is about 16′ by16′ with a king bed, a commode and sink in one corner, a chair, a small wall safe, and different implements and different furniture comes in and out as needed. There are various anchor points for restraining victims, and a drain in the floor for easy clean up. This room as well as the whole house and pool area is completely covered by high end audio and video surveillance. It is a jail cell of my own design. The second room is my personal bunker where all the houses camera feeds are recorded, as well as my office and shelter containing food, water, firearms, and general storage. Both rooms are secured by commercial vault doors with electronic locks.
I spent the morning editing the video from the last couple days so I could sell it. Between the videos, hay, my patents, my ability to retire at 40, and still consult on the occasional engineering job, I live very well.
The perverts of the world pay handsomely to see girls being deflowered in HD video. So today I took the latest videos into town, found myself a wi-fi hotspot so it couldn’t be traced to my house, and uploaded them to my TOR site. The payments are all in untraceable bitcoin.
I wasn’t on the prowl today as it was Saturday and the trail behind the house didn’t see much use on the weekends. But I am always prepared for contingencies.
I had just finished my uploads and eating my Ruben at the local cafe. I caught a glimpse of a rather attractive young lady walking across the street having just gotten off the daily Greyhound bus. She was about 5′ to 5’2” blonde hair pulled back in a pony tail, carrying a girlie looking backpack, she was obviously at least 18 to get a ticket and ride unaccompanied. She sat next to me at the counter and apologeticly grinned and said “Sorry this was the only stool besides that one down there and those guys down there look scarey.”
I laughed and said “No worries, The name here is Steve.”
“Jamie” she replied as she ordered a soda.
“Any thing to eat honey” said the waitress.
Jamie thumbed through a handful of change and declined.
This was the best kind of target, one that would never be missed, a runaway. They show up on buses from time to time. My plans of doing nothing today just went out the window.
“Pick something. It’s on me” I said pushing the menu over to her.
She acted surprised “Are you sure?”
“Go for it. Do you have a place to stay tonight? It is supposed to rain hard tonight, and it’s plain to me the predicament you’re in.”
“No…. I don’t have a place… I thought I would get farther, but I ran out of money.” She said as her food was set in front of her.
She immediately dug in, she had apparently not eaten in a day or so. We shared general banter back and forth, while she was eating. At one point she mentioned having a bad headache from not eating. Things could not have been going more perfect. When she was just about done eating I gave her a Goody’s headache powder out of the pack in my shirt pocket.
“Hear ya go, it tastes like shit but it will take care of that headache.”
“Oh thanks she replied.” She took it and washed it down with the last of her soda.
We gathered up our stuff and walked out to the truck to head home. Not even five minutes into the trip she was becoming incoherent, not realizing that the headache powder she had just taken was a rather heavy dose of ketamine. By the time we turned into the driveway she was out for the count.
I carried Jamie and her belongings in the house and down into the dungeon. I removed her clothes, leaving just her cartoon character panties and a frilly A cup bra. She was just so perfectly cute I had to take some close up high res pictures of her, perfect pale skin, blonde hair, I pulled her panties aside for a good shot of her hairless twat, and lifted her bra to expose her pretty pink nipples. I put her panties and bra back in place, put her on the bed, and secured the door. Leaving her to go search through her stuff , and save all the pictures, as her appearance would most likely change over the next few days or longer.
A search of her stuff turned up she was indeed a runaway, she was from a what appeared to be well off family judging by some photos. I took her cell down into the bunker where it wouldn’t get any signal, so it wouldn’t be traced, and downloaded all the info and pics off of it. It was full of the typical teen selfies and texts of cute boys etc. I also found the reason for her runaway, it seemed her stepfather couldn’t keep his hands off of her. According to some texts to a friend, the stepfather wanted to take her virginity but she threatened to tell. I chuckled to my self and thought she wouldn’t be in the spot she is now if she just let him, because I was as sure as hell going to take it.
“Hello hello is anybody there? I want to go home… please.” I heard from my computer speakers as I watched her from my office. She was exploring the room trying to figure out a way to escape. I left her in there for a few more hours to get accustomed to the idea her situation was not good.
Now that I had a long term tenant that no one would miss, I started to look through some of the requests from the website. Custom videos are always a big seller, people have all sorts of depraved fetishes. I came across one that was easy enough.
I entered the room with a bag that contained different restraints and a gallon jug of water, and closed the door behind me. She looked at me still not figuring out what had happened, as ketamine causes temporary amnesia.
“What did I do? Why am I here?” She cried.
“Drink” I said as I put the jug in front of her.
“No! I want to go home.”
SMACK! The back of my hand landed squarely on her cheek, knocking her off of her feet, leaving her stunned laying curled in the fetal position on the floor, sobbing.
“This is the only time I will tell you this. Not doing what I say will be far worse than whatever I intend to do to you. The words no, why, I don’t want to, could very well be your last. If you do what I want, when I want, you will live through this, maybe battered, but alive…Do you understand me!?”
“Yes” She said between sobs as she lay on the cold concrete trembling.
“Now drink. All of it.”
She complied and began drinking down the water, while I began attaching chains to the ceiling and floor. I set up HD cameras and lights on tripods a few feet in front of and behind the floor drain. She never took an eye off of me the whole time. I glanced over and she had drank about three quarters of the water and was struggling to drink anymore.
“Come here” I ordered pointing to the floor drain.
She approached cautiously with her hands up to protect her face from another potential blow.
“Take off your panties” I said calmly.
She began to cry staring at me with a begging look. I raised my hand as to strike her down again, and she slid her thumbs under the front of her panties and pulled them down keeping her arms in front of her for modesty. I grabbed one of her arms and placed it in a handcuff that was attached to one of the chains I had attached to the ceiling then did the same with her other arm. I kicked her feet apart placing her ankles in manacles I had attached to the floor. She was now standing spread eagle in the middle of the room, in nothing but a bra.
“Look happy. You are going to be a movie star.” I said as I got up close to her, reaching down rubbing her silky smooth pussy. She fought against the chains, tears flowing down her face. Just to add a little insult to injury, I walked around behind her, breathing on her her neck, making her nervous as hell because she could not turn around to see me. I licked my middle finger, reached down and breached her tight little sphincter. She screamed in pain. I removed my finger as quickly as I had shoved it in, and placed it under her nose. She just sobbed uncontrollably her chest heaving so hard the little frills on her bra swayed back and forth. I turned the sink on to an annoying drip that echoed off of the concrete walls, as I left shutting the door behind me.
I sat in the office watching the monitors showing the remote HD cameras I had put in and adjusted them to get the best possible angles. Jamie was still crying, and now you could see a different look on her face, straining to hold back the tide of water she had drank. The dripping water from the sink making it harder and harder to avoid. Finally the dam broke, the golden yellow urine began to flow, some squirting toward the floor, the rest running down her thighs making her pale flesh glimmer. But I soon saw that the straining look on her face wasn’t only from trying to hold back her need to urinate but to retain something else. The intrusion of my middle finger must have jarred something loose, because the camera behind her showed her tiny ass hole expand and expel a rather large turd onto the floor. Her face was bright red from embarrassment and crying. I sat there and just laughed thinking there is a scat freak out there somewhere that will pay dearly for that.
I barged in the room shouting “Fabulous baby, fabulous!” like a movie director. She was not amused. I freed her from the restraints, she rubbed her sore wrists.
“On your knees, we have another movie request” I ordered.
She looked at me disgusted but complied kneeling down in a puddle of her own piss.
“Good. Now open your mouth and don’t close it if you want to keep all those pretty teeth.”
She looked up at me and opened wide as I stood in front of her freeing my cock. She must of thought I was going for a blowjob. Boy was she surprised when I unleashed my own stream of piss right down her throat, overflowing and running down her chest soaking her bra. I adjusted my aim now soaking her hair, she received a true golden shower. I picked up the cameras and restraints, and gave her a roll of toilet paper, a hand held shower that clips to the sink, and a cheap bottle of shampoo. I told her to flush the turd spray the floor down and shower. I left to go watch on the monitors.
There are few things that I truly find more arousing than watching a female showering. She had finished washing all the piss down the drain and disposing of her deposit. She began to shower, first soaking down her whole body and wetting her hair. Unlike a regular shower she had to turn this one off and put in in the sink because it was a hand held. She took some of the shampoo in her hand and lathered up her hair. Then she used some to soap up her torso, rubbing it on her tits. The contrast between her pale skin and pink nipples, easily showed through the suds. She thoroughly soaped up her upper legs sliding some of the soap between them doing every thing she could to hide her twat from the cameras view, but there was no chance of that, I have many cameras in that room. She finished soaping down to her feet, retrieved the shower attachment and rinsed herself down. She took some of the shampoo and washed her bra and panties in the sink, and hung them neatly over the edge to dry. She then went over to the bad and laid down and cried.
The next morning I ran to the local fast food joint and got us breakfast, just a couple biscuits and a carton of milk. I checked the monitors and she was still in the bed, I couldn’t tell if she was awake or not. I set the bag inside the door along with a hairbrush I had found in her bag. And closed it.
Jamie got up from the bed, her head spinning, thinking what today would bring. She thought about what I had said about how punishment would be far worse than compliance. She made her way to the sink and fetched her bra and panties and put them on. She retrieved the bag and picked at the food and drank the milk.
Little did she know today was going to be a long day for her, one she certainly would never forget. Some of the request from the site were quite disturbing, and I was of course going to fulfill my wants too.
I entered the room carrying a small bag, and one of the remote cameras. I sat in the chair across the room from her. Just looking at her for a few minutes.
“Yesterday sucked huh?” I asked.
“Yea” she answered, cowering in the corner of the bed.
“Today is not going to be fun either, as a matter of fact it could get painful, but as long as you cooperate, you won’t be injured…not too bad any way. If you fight me then… well you become not worth my time.” I opened the wall safe so she could see the 1911 I had left in there. “Do you understand Jamie? I am not a nice guy, but I can be fair. Does that sound fair Jamie? Your cooperation in exchange for me being less brutal and sparing your life.”
“Yes…it’s fair…but…but…why do you do this, why me?” She asked.
“Fair question, rape and domination turns me on, that’s what I like. I also like very pretty young girls like yourself. Finally I make a shit load of money, selling the videos to people with various fetishes, like the piss play we did yesterday.” I told her.
“Now enough of the pleasantries. Get over here and suck my dick, and remember what I told you.”
She sheepishly nodded, and cautiously approached me. She knelt in front of me, unfastened my pants and pulled out my semi hard cock. Her hands were cold and trembling as she started stroking it. She carefully pulled the foreskin back exposing the head and took it in her mouth circling her tongue around the head, not taking long at all to bring it to a full erection.
“Oh yea, that’s good, I forgot little whore practices on her daddy.”
She looked mortified I knew anything about that.
“I know everything about you…now strip, and get on your hands and knees on the bed…or…” I looked over at the safe.
Jamie hesitantly removed her bra and panties once again and got on the bed with her ass high, and her head resting on the bed. I moved over to her with the bag and camera I had brought with me. I got up behind her and took in the aroma of her sweet pussy moving my way up to her ass. I worked my tongue around her little bung. Causing her to gasp and whimper at the same time. I took a bottle of lube from the bag and put a few drops on my finger and squeezed a little at the top of her ass crack letting it run down and cover her asshole eventually running down into her snatch. I took my now lubed finger and pressed against her spud until it relented and let me slide in. She squealed and grabbed the bedding in a death grip. While her attention was on my finger, I dripped a few drops of lube on my cock. I started pulling my finger out and re inserting it, except the one time I didn’t put my finger back in, but instead slammed the whole length and girth of my cock into her barely dilated ass until my balls made an audible slap against her cunt. If the bunker wasn’t sound proof they would have heard her scream several counties over. She tried to pull forward and dislodge my cock, but I held her hips tight. Not giving her any time to get used to the intruder I began pumping like an animal. Full long hard strokes slammed relentlessly into her unwilling poop chute. Her head shook violently back and forth slinging snot and tears in all directions. Her muscles were spasming uncontrollably against my cock, the friction from her tight ass was so intense that I wasn’t going to last long. I prepared the camera as my balls started to send the alarm that orgasm was imminent. I ripped my member from her now gaping anus, focused the camera on the void, and unleashed shooting my load through the dilated opening letting it pool inside her over fucked orifice. I let go of her and she collapsed on the bed, curled up fetal, and in tears. I was sure to film a shot of my spooge oozing out of her ass. I must have really fucked her hard, as I was recording she let go of a thunderous fart, I swear it echoed off the concrete, as what remained of my cum shot spewed from her fluttering rosebud. Her crying became twice as intense.
I said to her laughing “Don’t worry about it! That fart will probably make me a few grand! Now get yourself straightened up, our next session will be much more pleasant, even if it is unwilling. I’ll give you some time.” I gathered up my stuff and left.
I showered up, ate, and relaxed a bit before going down to the office to edit video together. Jaime was young, pretty, and visibly scared. All traits that sell videos. I looked at the monitors, she had put her panties back on, and was repeatedly brushing her hair. Confinement and torture can really screw a persons mind up, and by the way she was brushing and mumbling she was close to a mental break.
I reentered the room, bag in hand,she immediately went to the corner of the bed and curled in a ball.
“You should know the routine by now, strip.” I commanded.
Remembering my warning from earlier, she got naked once again.
“Lay on the bed.”
She laid on her back. I used padded hospital restraints, and secured each arm, and ankle to its own bedpost. I placed a black velvet blindfold around her head. I stayed quiet as a mouse and sat in the chair for a little while. I waited for her to get nice and concerned.
“Jamie are you ready?” I said calmly in a monotone voice.
“Rrready for what” She replied.
I walked to the head of the bed, and run the head of my cock against her lips. I pressed slightly, she wisely anticipated what I wanted, parted her lips and let me enter her mouth. I leaned forward gaining a better angle for my cock, and placing her tiny supple tits in my reach. I lightly pinched and rolled her puffy nipples. For the first time in two days she showed signs of pleasure instead of pain. I very lightly dragged the tips of my fingers across her skin, her breathing increased slightly. Her stepfather must have started her really young because she was sucking cock like a pro, even without the use of her hands. I withdrew my now hard cock, and moved to the foot of the bed. Though she couldn’t see me, I know she could feel my breath between her forcibly separated legs. She shuddered and tensed up when I blew a soft breeze on her traumatized rectum. I continued softly blowing up her completely bare vagina until I reached the top. At which point I separated her outer lips, extended my tongue, and licked her tiny clit. Her legs jerked at the restraints in an attempt to close. I traced southward with my tongue, reaching her opening, slightly penetrating her, she tasted wonderful. I repeated this for a few minutes until despite being totally against her will her body couldn’t help but react. Her nipples were reddening and becoming more erect, her skin began to flush, she was struggling not to audibly moan, not wanting to give me the satisfaction of knowing what I was doing was effecting her. She suddenly pulled tight against the restraints, her abdominal muscles were clenched showing that she had a nice flat tummy. Her juices were were freely flowing from between her legs. I got a nice coating of her fluids on my face, and pulled my self over her and kissed her forcing my tongue int her mouth, she revolted knowing what was happening.
“You should appreciate what I just did. If I hadn’t done it, what I intend to do next would be excruciating. You do know what I am getting ready to do right?” I asked her. Tears began to escape form under her blindfold, as she nodded her head.
“Your daddy is going to be so pissed he didn’t get it and I did.” I chuckled.
I rested my cock in the tensed opening of her sweet little cunt. I place my thumb on her clit and rubbed circles as I applied more pressure against her entrance. Her natural lube was enough to allow her pussy to easily swallow the head of my dick without much trouble. Her insides were so hot and tight, the head and first inch or so didn’t cause her much discomfort, until I came to rest against her hymen. If she hadn’t been strapped to the bed she would hit the ceiling, just from the touch, I didn’t even pop it yet. I let my cock sit where it was all the while rubbing her love button which was surprisingly erect. It wasn’t long before I felt another involuntary orgasm start to wrack her body, at the height of her orgasm, I smoothly pushed forward tearing through her barrier and giving her first the inch dick filling her love tunnel. She sucked his a huge breath and tensed up in the restraints. But she did not scream. Breaking her during orgasm had lessened the blow. She didn’t want it there but her pussy was milking my cock as her muscles tried to adjust to the invader. One she relaxed a little I began fucking her, Her cunt was so incredibly velvety and tight. The tears were still flowing down her face. Her mind had to be spinning in confusion, with her mind saying no but her body enjoying it. I couldn’t begin to imagine the sensations she was feeling. I was still rubbing directly on her clit the whole time, and once again her body was responding opposite to what her mind wanted. The muscles in her began to jerk me off. They became tighter and tighter with every wave that hit her. This incredible feeling squeezed every drop of cum I could produce from my manhood, her little body couldn’t hold it all and shades of pink and white, oozed out from around my shaft. I pulled my self off of her and steadied myself. Staggering around and placing my sex covered cock on her lips.
“Clean this off for me would you dear.” She cried in disgust as she sucked the remains of our fuck off of my dick. I removed the blindfold so she could see what she was mopping up.
I freed her from the restraints, gave her a bottle of water and left.
Jamie woke up the following afternoon, totally confused. She was clean and dressed with all her belongings. She was in an old abandoned barn along side a road, in the middle of God knows where. The only thing that seemed to be missing were her panties. She found tucked into her bra, a dose of PlanB and $500 on one of the bills were the words “Go Home.”
