Posted by Tatiana on September 30, 2006 at 17:23:45:
Trevor Pays a Debt
Trevor was in serious trouble. He desperately needed money in order to start a business and borrowed a large sum from some people who it would be best to avoid. Blake Robertson was eager to advance him any sum he wanted at a high interest rate, of course, and payable on demand. The time to pay came sooner than Trevor expected, but you don’t say no to these people. Unfortunately, Trevor had no money to return and the only thing he could hope for was a quick death over something more intricate and prolonged.
However, Blake wasn’t a totally unforgiving man. Mind you, he wanted what was his, but he was willing to negotiate with Trevor. So, he sent his best negotiator, Stevie the Machine, to do the talking for him. Stevie showed up on Trevor’s doorstep one Tuesday morning, bright and early. Didn’t bother knocking, just kicked the door in with one powerful kick.
Trevor scrambled out of bed, his naked body tense, heart pumping. A huge mountain of a man stood in his bedroom doorway pointing a gun at his head. Shit, this was it! He was staring at his own inevitable death, frozen like a deer caught in headlights. And he was going to die with a hardon. He closed his eyes as a spasm of erotic energy coursed through his body.
Stevie smiled, "Getting turned on by your own death, you fuckhead? Ok, jerk off, I’ll wait. Consider it your last request."
Trevor grabbed his hard cock and started rubbing his hand up and down his shaft. He was going to be a bloody mess in a few minutes and there wasn’t anything he could do about it except enjoy. Stevie walked over to him, still pointing the gun. With his free hand he grabbed Trevor by the throat, forcing his mouth open, and stuffed the barrel of the gun in his mouth. "Suck this while you die!" he laughed.
That was the final straw. Trevor came with a force which doubled him over, shooting cum all over his hand. He had enough presence of mind to aim away from Stevie, instead hitting the corner of the bed with his copious cum. As he came, Stevie yelled "Bang!"
"Feel better? I’m not here to kill you, so relax."
Trevor started to breathe again as he sat down on the bed and put his head in his hands. What the hell was going on?
"I’ve got a message for you from Mr. Robertson. You owe him some money. He wants his money back. For some inexplicable reason you refuse to give Mr. Robertson what rightly belongs to him. Having a soft heart, Mr. Robertson will forgive you for this… indiscretion… if you give him something of yours. Now, don’t go cheap. What’s the most valuable thing you have?"
"I don’t have anything. If I had something valuable don’t you think I’d sell it and pay off my loan?"
"Mr. Robertson believes that you do have something valuable which you’ve been keeping to yourself, the selfish prick that you are. Time to share."
Trevor was starting to get annoyed with this discussion. "What the hell are you talking about? What do you want from me?"
Stevie sighed and explained patiently. "Mr. Robertson is a collector of sorts. He’s seen something he’d like to add to his collection and currently it’s in your possession. You deliver this valuable item to him and your debt will be forgiven."
"All right. What does he want?"
"Mr. Robertson wants your girlfriend, Faye. Tomorrow night. Dress her well. Bring her over for dinner. 7 o’clock." With that Stevie turned towards the door.
This wasn’t making any sense. "Wait a minute! Mr. Robertson wants to fuck my girlfriend? Is that it? What if she doesn’t want to?"
Trevor could see the smirk on Stevie’s face as he turned to face him from the doorway. "Mr. Robertson didn’t ask your girlfriend what she wanted, did he? And it involves a little more than fucking. He’s going to kill her for certain body parts. And you’re going to help."
"You sick fuck! I’m not letting anyone hurt her!"
Stevies’ face turned hard. "It’s either you or her. What’s it gonna be?"
Trevor stood up, his breath coming in gasps, his fists clenching and unclenching. His posture spoke of an animal ready to pounce. Stevie removed the gun from his belt and cocked the trigger. "What’s it gonna be, Trevor? You or her?"
Self-preservation took over. Yes, he loved Faye, but he loved his life more. There would be other girlfriends. "Ok. I’ll bring her to Mr. Robertson’s tomorrow at 7."
"Wise decision." And with that Stevie walked out the door.
The next evening Trevor found himself driving Faye to Blake’s house. As far as she knew, they were visiting an old friend of his. She seemed happy that Trevor was finally getting in touch with his old friends. It was good for him. She smiled at him, studying his profile, his strong chin, dark hair. How she loved every square inch of him! And he looked so dignified in his black suit and tie. She wished he would smile a little more often. Tonight in particular, he seemed very tense.
They stopped at the entrance doors while the security camera scanned their car for some 20 seconds. After the heavy metal gate opened, Trevor drove his Malibu up the circular drive in front of the large, Gothic-style mansion. Crime does pay, after all.
He parked the car in front of the steps, and like the gentleman that he was, opened the door for Faye. Mr. Robertson will be pleased. Faye looked beautiful in her white, strapless, evening gown. It hugged her body and accentuated her small waist and gently rounded hips. Her long, blond hair hung down her back in a French braid. Elegance personified. Guilt stabbed at his heart. How could he do this to her?
An anonymous servant opened the front doors for them before they had a chance to ring the bell, assuming such mansions had bells. As they stepped into the hallway, their eyes were immediately drawn to the double staircase gracing the room. A huge, ornate chandelier hung between the two sections of the stairs, the crystal glistening in the subdued light. Yes, crime certainly did pay.
Blake walked into the hallway from one of the side rooms, his eyes focused on Faye. It was difficult to guess his age. He seemed to have lived a hard life - every difficulty, every obstacle, etched into his face. He was tall, of slim build, but something about his manner communicated a strong physical presence. When he walked into a room, he immediately commanded attention.
He extended a hand toward Faye, "So pleased to meet you, my dear. Trevor has told me so much about you." His voice was deep, gravely.
"Well, thank you Blake. Unfortunately Trevor hasn’t told me much about you," she shot a mocking look toward Trevor.
"Well, we’ll have to get to know each other. Come in to the dinning room. Andre has worked his usual magic, I’m sure."
Throughout dinner, Trevor was feeling increasingly tense. Blake was the perfect host, attentive, polite, tried to put his guests at ease. It worked with Faye. She was taken by his charm, his easy manner. And all Trevor could think of was that he was somehow becoming complicit in a crime he knew nothing about. Maybe he had misunderstood Stevie or this was some kind of elaborate joke.
But it wasn’t too long after dinner was over that the reality of the situation began to sink in. And Trevor’s apprehension started to turn into something else, something totally unexpected.
As they were sipping brandy and relaxing in the library after dinner, the conversation turned toward hobbies. Faye enthusiastically talked about her love for astronomy. "I’ve always felt the pull of the night sky. The stars seem to take me to another place – it’s almost mystical."
"That sounds so exciting! I have a hobby myself which takes me to another place, so to speak. Would you like to hear about it?" Blake asked with a glint of anticipation in his eyes.
"Sure, I’d love to."
"Better yet, why don’t I show you what I’m talking about? It really should be experienced, not just talked about. Talking doesn’t do it justice." With that, he walked over to one of the bookshelves lining the walls, tilted one of the books forward and gave the bookshelf a gentle push. The bookshelf slid easily to the side, revealing a hidden door.
"Come with me," he held out his hand to Faye. The man was full of surprises! Feeling like a child about to open a present, she practically skipped to his side.
Trevor, on the other hand, tried to disappear into his chair. He didn’t like the sound of this at all. Maybe it wasn’t too late to grab Faye by the hand, to make a wild dash to the car and to run away to…Mongolia? His eyes darted around the room, looking for an escape route and noticed the two cameras mounted on the ceiling, scanning the room. Damn, they were trapped! Before they could so much as make it to the front door, Robertson’s goons would be all over them.
"Trevor, come and join us," Faye called to him from the doorway.
Oh please, you don’t know what you’re asking! He exhaled deeply and stood up on shaky legs, making his way toward Blake and Faye. They were already in a short passageway which ended at another door. Blake entered a sequence of numbers on the numeric lock and the door slid open, revealing a round, domed room. No windows, only pot lights illuminating pictures on the walls. No furniture, a deep burgundy carpet on the floor silencing any noise. Faye got the distinct impression that she was entering some sort of sacred place, like she needed to whisper. She was aware of Blake’s eyes studying her face as she walked closer to examine one of the pictures.
A dark wooden frame, approximately one foot in diameter enclosed some sort of sculpture. Faye immediately recognized the likeness – it was a uterus with fallopian tubes and ovaries attached, and what she imagined to be the vagina extending from the bottom of the uterus. So much like biology class that she thought she could detect the odor of formaldehyde in the air.
"These are…interesting. Very realistic I imagine. Some form of modern art?"
She scanned the full circle of the room. All the frames, some 20 in total, carried the same sort of "sculpture". Another thing she noticed was that a brass etching was attached to each of the frames. She walked from one frame to another, reading: Christine Williams, Sandra Kowalski, Marie Lalonde….
A prickly discomfort was beginning to make itself felt at the back of her mind. "What are these, Blake?"
"They’re my passion, Faye. Hobby seems like such an empty word. I collect women’s reproductive organs. They were all donated willingly, although it cost the women their lives," he answered quietly, almost reverently. "Come…" He gently put his hands on her shoulders and maneuvered her to the opposite side of the room where one of the frames was empty. But it did have a brass plaque: Faye Simms.
The blood drained from Faye’s face and breathing became impossible. "What…what…" she couldn’t get the words out. She turned her panicked eyes to Trevor, looking for reassurance, for some safety net to hold onto. But Trevor’s face wore a peculiar expression – nothing she had ever seen before.
His eyes were wide, glazed over, almost feverish looking. She could see his pulse pounding as the veins stood out on his neck. He was looking at the "sculptures" and then slowly looked toward Faye…and smiled. He knew what he had to do now. "Faye, I need you to do this for me. Please don’t fight it. If you love me…"
That insanity snapped Faye back to life. "You bastard! What the hell are you talking about? You need me to do this?! You need your fucking head examined, that’s what you need. Both of you are sick beyond words!" She ran toward the door, but before she could reach it, Trevor grabbed her by the arm.
"Please listen to me, darling." He enclosed her from behind with both his arms and spoke quietly into her ear. His heart was ready to burst, but he had to play this just right.
"Remember how much you love me. Remember what you told me. Remember how you said you were mine and you lived for me…that you wanted to make me happy and look after me. Look into your heart and remember what love is. I want you to do this, Faye. Do it for me because I’m asking you to. Prove your love for me. Words are easy."
Faye could feel his hot breath on her neck, feel his hard cock on her ass, feel his satin words enter her ear and smoothly stroke her mind. He ran his hand down her stomach reaching her pussy and massaged. She couldn’t help herself, she started to get wet. He always had that effect on her, the bastard!
"Remember what you told me? You said this pussy was mine. Did you really mean that?"
"Yes, you know I did," Faye said through clenched teeth, trying to fight her traitorous body. She had to get the hell out of here, but a part of her wanted to stay, wanted to be Trevor’s, wanted to do whatever he said, wanted to see the pleasure in his eyes as…she became nothing for him and he became everything for her.
The beauty of what he was asking started to present itself to her, not as something to be denied, but as something to be embraced. She turned to face him with tears in her eyes.
"Trevor, I’ll do whatever you want. Because I live for you, I’ll die for you."
"That’s my girl," he sighed with relief, walking her back to face Blake. "She’s all yours. But I want to watch."
"Of course, they always do."
Blake walked toward the door. "Well then, let’s get started, shall we? Follow me, please, to the operating room."
"Operating room" had such a clinical sound to it that it reassured Faye. She could picture nurses and doctors in white gowns ready to operate on her. You could trust doctors to look after you. And of course, she would drift off into blissful unconsciousness when given an anesthetic, her final vision being of Trevor as he looked at her lovingly. She would die in peace.
These thoughts encouraged her as she walked behind Blake. She even smiled at Trevor, just in case he needed the encouragement. Everything will be ok, Trevor, don’t worry…
Blake led them out of the library and down the maze of halls until they reached an obscure staircase at the end of one of the halls. Down, down…until they reached another door with a numeric lock. Trevor was beginning to understand that all the security precautions in the mansion weren’t designed just to keep crime rivals at bay, but to hide the monstrosities which took place inside. Monstrosities which he was getting a glimpse of and which ignited a passion in him he didn’t think he was capable of.
As the door opened, lights automatically turned on to reveal the operating room. Not exactly what Faye had expected. No white, antiseptic walls, no smell of disinfectant, no clean sheets on the operating table. Instead, the poor lighting revealed a small room which must have been dug out of bedrock. The walls were irregular and damp, the smell of earth and decay hung heavy in the air. The operating table was a blood stained slab of wood in the middle of the room with ropes attached to its four corners.
Trevor took all this in and it fed the fire which seemed to emanate from the centre of his being. This was so…fitting…so perfect. He couldn’t imagine a better end for Faye. This was what she deserved.
Blake turned to face them. "Faye, I would like you to lay down on the operating table and Trevor, you’ll need to tie her ankles tightly while I tie her wrists. We don’t want her thrashing about. It’s a delicate operation."
However, Faye wasn’t moving. Her mind had stopped processing information the second the door opened. No romantic thoughts of love…only raw, primal fear. Every muscle in her body tensed as she prepared to fight for her life.
Blake had enough experience with this sort of thing to know exactly what was happening, and before Faye could fight, he punched her hard in the stomach, knocking the wind out of her. As she gasped for breath, he picked her up and placed her on the operating table He worked quickly, tying her wrists.
"Watch her legs, she'll kick," he warned. And sure enough, Faye was kicking up a storm while screaming bloody murder. It took the two of them to hold her legs so that Trevor could tie her securely.
She lay on the table, spread-eagled, arching her back, fighting the restraints. She was no longer Faye, but some small vestige of her former self. She was an animal caught in a trap, and she would have chewed her leg off if it would help her escape. But there was no chance of that. To make matters worse, Blake tied a leather strap around her waist, attaching it to the table, completely immobilizing her body.
"Let’s get started," Blake said as he walked over to a bench along the wall, retrieving a pair of scissors. He proceeded to cut her evening gown from her body, until it opened up like a cocoon, revealing Faye’s fresh body. She wasn’t wearing a bra and her small breasts quivered with the fear raking her body. Her white, lace panties were easily removed with a couple of snips, revealing her soft labia and the pink tips of her inner lips.
Trevor was familiar with all the contours of her body, but he had never seen her like this…so available, so helpless. And it excited the hell out of him. He ran his hand along the length of her body, stopping to squeeze her breasts and play with her nipples, making them hard. Even in her present state, could he turn her on? His hand continued to explore, running along her flat abdomen until it reached her clit, her lips, and then his fingers were inside her.
Faye stopped pulling at the restraints and gasped. She arched her neck and a low moan escaped her lips. It was incredible! The bitch was about to die and she still wanted to be fucked!
"Can I fuck her one more time or does that interfere with your plans?" Trevor asked, while continuing to slide his fingers in and out of Faye’s cunt.
"No, that’s actually the plan. I want you to pump her full of cum. It’s part of the final product, my art. And as you’re fucking her, she’ll ask you to kill her. You’ll stab her in her abdomen, just below her belly button, running the knife clear through her, pinning her to the table. Then you’ll watch her die. And you’ll do it because you know you really want to. You see, it’s not me who’s the monster, Trevor."
Blake took a large knife from the bench and placed it beside Faye’s head. "I just provide the circumstances of your own slide into darkness. Have a fun trip." He stepped back from the table into the shadows along the wall.
It was at that moment that Trevor realized just how far he had already come on this trip. And that there was no turning back. He didn’t have a choice any more – something stronger than his own will was at work here. He took his suit off carefully – after all, it was his best suit and there was no sense in ruining it. Naked, he stood at the foot of the table. It only seemed right that all signs of civility should be discarded.
Faye’s body felt warm and welcoming under his weight. He slid his cock hard into her. No pretence of niceties, no foreplay – just raw hunger. As he pumped into her warm softness, she stiffened at first, but then relaxed. The bitch was starting to get into the spirit of things.
"Do you like this, Faye? Is this what you want, baby?" he whispered into her ear.
No answer. Trevor grabbed her hair, yanking hard and squeezed one of her nipples between his fingers. "I said – is this what you want?"
Faye cried out in pain. Why did she have to admit it? And why couldn’t she fight it? "Yes, this is what I want! I want you to fuck me and then I want you to kill me."
"I thought so. I won’t disappoint you."
Her breath came in short gasps. Fear and arousal combined, feeding on each other and bringing her to the edge of sanity. Nothing else mattered, only the surge of pleasure she was feeling now as Trevor moved inside her, as he held her life in his hands. And the thought, insane as it was, that she wanted to die for him was too much. She came as convulsions raked her body.
The insane hunger and pleasure in Faye’s eyes fed Trevor’s soul. It was just what he needed. She lay at his feet and he towered over her. He could break her if he wanted to. And he did want to with a passion which was impossible to control . He came inside her as he grabbed the knife by the handle. She was all his now.
Exhausted, he knelt down between her legs and ran the knife down her glistening body until it reached her abdomen. Faye had regained some semblance of sanity and took in a sharp breath, "Trevor, please…"
Too late to beg. Holding the handle with both hands, Trevor pushed the knife into her smooth, flawless skin…pushing deeper and deeper until he felt the resistance of the table under her body. Faye opened her mouth in order to scream, but fear had taken her voice. Wide, panicked eyes stared at nothing in particular, but seemed to focus inwardly on the pain.
It took her some 10 minutes to die, the life slowly fading from her unfocused eyes. Trevor watched as blood pooled around her body, flowed onto the remains of her white dress, and started dripping on the floor. She was a butterfly pinned to the table, and this butterfly just had her wings clipped.
When he was sure that she had stopped breathing, he got off the table being careful not to step on the blood spreading on the floor. Surprising how much blood the human body contained. He dressed slowly, feeling exhausted and exuberant at the same time.
Blake finally came out of the shadows. "Well done. Leave the rest up to me. You can leave now, debt free."
Saying "thank you" didn’t seem quite appropriate for the occasion, so Trevor quietly made his way toward the door and his return to reality. He stopped for a minute and looked back to see that Blake had removed the knife from Faye’s abdomen and had started to make a vertical incision down to her pubic bone. Faye had never looked so alluring as she did at that moment. She was the picture of beauty.