“ I checked. If they’re not virgins I use them for a few days, then kill them. Virgins I have to save. And you’re not just any virgin, you’re special.” He started to unbutton his shirt.
“ What are you doing?” she asked, voice squeaking.
“ I have to keep you intact, orders, but I am allowed to play. I just can’t break anything, so to speak.”
The shirt was hanging open, showing a hairy chest and a fat belly. He rubbed the beer pot with his right hand, pulled a rolled cigarette out of his pocket with his left. He lit it and the pungent smell of marijuana filled the room. He took a deep drag and held his breath. After exhaling with a long sigh he held the joint to her lips.
Donna clamped her mouth shut.
He reached into his pocket and brought out a switchblade. He flicked it open.
“ Very sharp.” He leered at her. “Either you suck smoke like a good little girl, or I’ll slit your throat and find a new virgin. You decide.”
“ Easy decision,” she thought, “I smoke the joint.”
“ He’ll probably kill you anyway. Don’t do it if you don’t want.”
“ I don’t want, but I’m too young to shoot through.” She opened her mouth and took a long drag on the joint. She was no stranger to marijuana. Almost everybody she knew had tried it.
“ That’s better.” He took another long drag. Before the joint was half finished, she was more stoned than she had ever been with her friends at the mall. Despite her terror, she closed her eyes, and for a brief few seconds she imagined she was sitting on the concrete benches of the small outdoor mall in downtown Whangarei on a hot December night, passing a joint back and forth, laughing and giggling with the girls, teasing the boys. When she opened her eyes he was taking off his shirt.
“ What are you going to do?” Her head was swimming. Waves of pleasure and terror ran the course of her body. Pinpricks of joy and pain. She was riding a black stallion called fear. Dread filled her every pore. She felt both wonderful and terrified.
“ Nothing you won’t like. I’m just going to play a little.” He held the joint between his lips while he bent over and took off his shoes and socks. He took a drag, then put it back to her lips. She inhaled, drawing the smoke deep into her lungs. She held her breath as he took off his pants. Maybe, she thought, if she held her breath long enough, she would pass out and he would go away. He pulled his boxer shorts off and stood before her, hairy and naked.
She continued to hold her breath. He sensed what she was trying to do and poked her in the stomach, forcing her to exhale.
“ Naughty, naughty, trying to miss all the fun.”
She gasped, her lungs screaming for air. He shoved the joint to her lips and she drew in more of the acrid smoke, and it threw her into a coughing spasm. He stepped back and watched till she settled down and was able to breath.
“ The way I look at it,” he said, “we can do this one of two ways.” He walked naked to a rolling metal chest of drawers and withdrew two objects. “In my left hand I’m holding a standard battery operated vibrator. It can be the source of much pleasure. In the right I’m holding a standard Los Angeles police issue taser, capable of sending several thousand volts of electricity through your nervous system. It can be the source of much pain. Which is it to be?”
She didn’t answer.
He pushed a button on the taser and she saw a bolt of blue electricity jump between the two terminals.
“ It’s very painful,” he said.
“ The vibrator,” she whispered.
“ Good. Very good.” His hands went between his legs and he started to play with himself, making himself hard. He rolled the chest of drawers to the bed and withdrew a jar of oil. She wanted to struggle, but she was bound to the bed. She screamed and continued screaming as he used the switchblade to slice away the hospital gown, leaving her bound and naked. He poured some of the oil on her breasts and started to massage them. She stopped screaming.
He worked slowly with expert hands on each breast. She closed her eyes and watched the colors on the inside of her eyelids pulsating with the raging beat of her heart.
The massaging hands stopped for a minute and she opened her eyes. He turned out the light and lit a candle. The flicking flame cast him in an evil shadow. Satanic was the word that flashed across her mind as he returned with the oil and worked on her feet, sending waves of pleasure shooting up her legs. She closed her eyes in a state of terrified ecstasy.
“ I’m here, Donna,” Jim thought. “We can get through this.”
“ Can you feel it? Can you feel what I feel, like I felt what you felt?
“ Yes. You have to fight this. Be strong. We can fight it together.”
“ Come on Jim, just enjoy it.”
“ How can you say that?”
“ It’s out of our control. Right now I am completely in that man’s power. The last thing I want is the knife slicing across my throat. If that son of a bitch wants me to moan and enjoy what he’s doing, then I am going to moan. I’m going to keep my eyes closed and let him do whatever he wants and I’m going to do my level best to enjoy every bloody second, because right now my body is the only weapon I have, and I’m going to use it to try and keep myself alive.”
“ I’m sorry. I wasn’t thinking.”
“ Well now that you are, enjoy yourself, you just might learn something.”
He took her advice, joining himself to her and they let the naked man send oceans of pleasure through her body.
“ Just a little Demerol in the IV. To make you enjoy it more. Demerol and marijuana, a wonderful combination, don’t you think? Nobody can resist it.”
“ Hmmmm,” she moaned.
His hands were back on her breasts. Jim quivered along with Donna, wanting more as badly as she. She arched her back against the restraints when he took a nipple into his mouth, offering him more. Every fiber of their entwined consciousness tingled in anticipation when they heard him turn on the vibrator.
And Jim moaned with her when he slid it between her legs. They arched her back, her body, and their twin desires wanting, needing more. They started thumping her buttocks against the bed, fighting the restraints, the two of them soaring to a sexual high neither had thought possible. Jim was with her, every pulse of the way, matching the thrust of herself against the vibrator, and he yelled along with her, a loud devil yell, “Yes, yes, yessssss,” when the orgasm finally struck, sending sonic booms of pleasure from her core through to their very essence. They were bound as no two had ever been bound. And they both knew that it was forever.
“ I think you might have enjoyed that even more than me.”
She opened her eyes.
He was still naked. He put down the vibrator.
“ You know,” he continued, his slitted eyes gleaming, “what Manfred is going to do to you when he gets here?”
“ When?” she whispered. She was exhausted. She could have asked, what? But she could well imagine. She was more concerned with when. How long did she have to win this man over? To get him to loosen her bonds. To get him to make a mistake, so she could get away.
“ Next Sunday, at midnight. He doesn’t want to see you before the sacrifice.” They watched as he picked up the taser. “You see he’s going to fuck you, burn you alive, then feed you to his pet.” He pressed the taser against her breast and they screamed, this time in pain, then everything went black.
It was quiet, when he opened his eyes, once more in control of what he saw. A cool breeze bathed his sweat soaked face. He was spent.
“ Are you okay?” Glenna asked. He saw the concern in her eyes.
“ I think so. It feels good to be back.” Out of Donna’s body, he no longer felt the combined effects of the two drugs. He just felt used. Raped and used. He was ashamed for having enjoyed it. He had been degraded. He vowed to find and kill that man, if it was that last thing he ever did. And, Manfred, whoever he was, the man that pulled the strings, he would kill him too. Slowly and painfully.
