Posted by BlueLips on May 07, 2009 at 18:28:21:
On the subway, Jenny was invisible. She was an attractive, petite girl, but with her blue jeans, nondescript white top, and dark sunglasses, she would be hard to describe or notice. She sat anonymously, part of the silent crowd avoiding eye contact.
At her stop, Jenny ascended into afternoon sun, slinging her duffel bag over her shoulder. The bar was half a block down the street, and it wouldn't open for another hour and a half. Jenny got the keys from the side pocket of her duffel bag and went in.
Inside was dark save a few overhead lights turned on. Her boss was wiping down the bar with a towel, the total stereotype. "Howdy," he said.
Jenny was a little bit early, as usual. "I'm gonna get changed, then I can help set up," she said.
Inside the roomy back closet, she closed the door and proceeded to change into her favorite barmaid outfit. Frilly, puffy shoulders, a slim waist. The bodice didn't show much cleavage, not that Jenny had that much to begin with, but the skirt was very short. Jenny knew it showed her panties a little when she reached up to grab top-shelf bottles. This dress always got her good tips.
She put on her pumps, with no stockings, then left the bag in the room and came out to help spruce the place up for opening. There wasn't much to do, really, just rearraging chairs and tables, and making sure the bar was stocked. She liked working here.
"So, did your roommate leave on that trip yet?" her boss asked as he came out from behind the bar. "She's gone for what, three weeks?"
"Yeah, in England," Jenny said, swapping places to start taking mental inventory behind the bar. Bloody Mary mix, check. Vodka and gin open for well drinks, check.
"Good for her," her boss said. "You'll have to get over there on a trip yourself sometime."
"Only after a raise," Jenny said slyly. They smiled.
"Oh -- check for the Patron Silver, would you? They were drinking a lot of that last night."
Jenny thought nothing of turning around and reaching up for the bottle, absent-mindedly standing on tiptoes to reveal that flash of panty. Her boss sneaked a glance. Three weeks, he thought. Jenny had been talking about that trip for a month. He was prepared.
"The Patron's nearly dry," Jenny reported as she brought the bottle down.
"Go on downstairs and get two more," her boss said. Jenny headed across the room to the stairs, and vanished down. She'd be gone for a few minutes. Her boss checked the front door, made sure it was locked. No windows opened to the outside, so no one could see in anyway -- there was no indication the bar was open at all. Good.
He came down the stairs to find Jenny looking confused. "I don't see it," she said.
"I know, it occured to me. I put it in the back room."
"What back room?" Jenny said.
"I'll show you." Her boss went to the back wall, where kegs and boxes were stacked. He moved items out of the way one by one, eventually revealing there was a doorway and doorknob behind it all.
"What do you know," Jenny muttered.
Her boss got out his keys and unlocked the door. "Come on in," he told her. Jenny walked in. She reached to the side for a light switch, found it, snapped it on. A bare light bulb from the corner lit a room of gray stone, an unfinished portion of the basement. In the far corner was a case of the Patron Silver. But what caught her eye was right in front of her. Two ends of a rope were hanging from the ceiling.
Suddenly Jenny was shoved. She stumbled forward, then was tackled from behind. She hit the ground roughly and got the wind knocked out of her. "Uhhh!" Someone was sitting on her, pinning her to the ground.
Something clicked against her left wrist. Jenny gathered her breath and realized her boss was pinning the left wrist to her back, and trying to get her right wrist back there too. "What are you doing?" she shrieked. The pressure was too strong. Her right wrist joined her left at her back, and she felt metal snap against it.
Jenny felt the pressure ease off her back. She rolled over and tried to stand up. She heard the door close and lock. She was having trouble balancing, and she realized she was now handcuffed. She managed to stand, and she turned to face her boss, who was blocking the doorway.
"What the fuck?" Jenny screamed angrily. The rope was between her and her boss. He picked up one end now, and Jenny saw it was tied in a noose. "Oh, you SICKO," Jenny said, not aware of the danger she was in. "Get that away from me, you fuck!" She screamed, loud and long.
Her boss charged, and Jenny fended him off with a kick, just missing his groin. He lunged again and this time grabbed her around the waist. Jenny screamed, more angry than scared. "Get OFF of me! You stupid FUCK!" She screamed again as the noose circle dropped over her head. She started bucking and twisting, but her boss was too strong. He tightened the noose slightly, and it held loosely around her throat.
"You gonna fucking take pictures of me, you PERVERT?" Jenny shrieked. "Get me OUT OF HERE!!" She charged for the door, hoping her cuffed hands could open it.
Then she felt the pressure on her neck. Her boss was pulling the other end of the rope, bringing her back to the middle of the room. "You can't be fucking serious!" she yelled. "Get AWAY from me!" Jenny glanced upwards. The rope was looped around a large, sturdy pulley affixed to the ceiling. He kept pulling. Suddenly she was on tiptoes. He kept pulling.
"Goddamn it, let me g... o....." It was harder to breathe. Jenny wheezed. She kicked, meeting no resistance. She was off the ground. Holy shit, she thought, he's really hanging me!
Her boss gathered some rope and yanked again, and Jenny was a good 12 inches off the floor, breathing in tiny wheezing gasps. Her pumps kicked off of her feet. Her boss secured the rope to a hook on the wall, then walked back to the Patron case, where the handcuffs had been stashed. He got another pair, and standing behind Jenny so she couldn't kick at him, he latched one around one ankle, then, with more difficulty because he had to hold Jenny's kicking leg in place, the other.
He reached up and pulled at Jenny's panties, dragging them down her legs. This had the effect of tugging Jenny further down against the rope, which sealed off her windpipe. "Nnnn-hhhhhHHHHHHH!!!!!" she wheezed as her exhaling was cut off. The panties came down to her ankles. Her boss took his time going back to the liquor box, where scissors were waiting, which he used to cut the panties off.
Jenny couldn't breathe, and she was panicking. Her legs kept trying to kick, but she could do little more than bend her knees again and again. Fuck, I'm going to die! she thought. Somebody help me! She felt her tongue start to spill out of her opened mouth. Her eyes were wide open, and dry. She began to see spots...
She crashed to the ground, hearing a loud crack in her foot as she landed. Her boss had undone the rope. Jenny's ankle was broken now, and she writhed on the floor in agony, grunting, trying to catch her breath. She felt the cuffs come off her ankles. She felt herself forced onto her back, and cold metal brushed her chest. While she was still dazed, her boss was cutting through the dress and her bra. He cut down to her waist when Jenny started fighting and kicking again, but weakly now.
Then he was on top of her. The boss pulled Jenny's dress open, revealing her pert breasts. He took one breast in his hand and squeezed. Jenny screamed, but it was more of a croak, and more scared than angry. "Keep trying, sweetheart," he said. "No one can hear you down here, and I love it when they scream."
Jenny felt a cock against her pussy lips. He had undone his pants during all this. Suddenly she was scared. "No, please," she said. He pushed into her, and she closed her eyes tightly and wailed. He began to thrust. "Stop, please! I've only had sex twice. I don't.. I don't want to get...." Jenny found she couldn't finish the sentence.
She gave in to the rape, muttering little prayers, hoping he would stop soon, trying not to think about the other girls who had been down here. Then his hands were around her throat. Jenny's eyes snapped open in fear. He pushed hard. "Gaaaccckkkk," was all Jenny managed. He kept pumping at her pussy, and Jenny tried meagerly to kick as the lack of air started to get to her. Tears flooded her eyes, a silent sobbing as she felt the burning build up in her lungs again. Jenny's mouth twisted in despair, convinced this was the end. Then he growled and pumped twice as fast, cumming inside her. He let go.
Jenny breathed in deep sobs, trying to keep her head clear, trying to get the energy to escape. Eyes closed again, she started to get up, but her ankle... she collapsed again in pain. Then the noose pulled her head up. "No, no, no," she whispered. Up she went, more, more, into a sitting position. Then further. She had to twist and rest on her knees. "Please," was all she could croak, weakly. "Please... Please..." she was on her feet, favoring her good ankle. "Please...!" On her tiptoes.
The pulling stopped. Between her ankle and the tight rope, Jenny couldn't move much. She could still breathe, but the pressure against her throat told her what was to come. She sobbed as her boss brought out the scissors, cutting away at her dress to remove it entirely. Jenny was completely naked.
"Please, please, please," she whimpered.
Her boss untied the rope from the wall, keeping it tight, and raised his hands for one last pull. "Please," Jenny whimpered one last time. The rope slid upwards, and her death began. "Aaaaaggkgkkgkkkkkkkkk!!" she wheezed, one last, strangled attempt at a scream.
It seemed to last an eternity. Jenny's free legs kicked and flailed madly as she was pulled up to nearly the ceiling. She heard her own wheezing stop as her air was cut off completely, and she felt her eyes starting to bulge, her tongue coming out again as her mouth opened wider and wider in silent agony. She was much weaker now, and the burning in her lungs started to come faster. Her legs flailed in near bicycle motions at first, then in erratic kicks as her body reacted to the deep pain in her chest. Her head tilted to one side as she twisted slowly on the end of the rope. Her lips darkened, and her bloodshot eyes widened even more, her face becoming a mask of horror. Everything in the room seemed intensely bright, as if her pain was turning to light.
Jenny's legs tensed so much that her muscles cramped, but she could hardly feel it. Her body surged with convulsions, stiff legs quivering, arms jerking randomly behind her back, even her head pushing sideways against the rope spasmodically. Her eyes rolled upwards, remaining fixed in place during her death throes. Then she was still.
The boss undid the rope and let Jenny's corpse fall to the floor brutally. He rolled her onto her back, squeezed her tits with both hands, then jerked himself until he came a second time, all over Jenny's dead, staring face. He got his pants back on and left. He figured he had three weeks before Jenny would be noticed missing. He could claim she hadn't come into work today. He would get lucky, too. Jenny had spent the morning at her apartment, and it would turn out no one could place her on the subway, making her whereabouts unknown for nearly 20 hours before her true disappearance.
Back upstairs, he unlocked the front door to find a pert blonde girl waiting. "Oh, hi!" she said. "I saw an ad in the paper for a barmaid? Is this the right place?"
"Why, yes," he said. "Come on in. A position just opened up."