THE TORTURED (10 page)

CHAPTER ELEVEN

WORTHLESS? I THINK NOT.

ELEVEN.
With every mile that he drove, Ryan became angrier with his father’s treatment of him as a child. His father had constantly reminded him of his weight. Additionally, his father repeatedly explained of Ryan’s being worthless. In time, Ryan became to believe his father, and his grades in school were in support of his belief of worthlessness. He had, however, excelled at math - algebra, trigonometry, and calculus. Math, to Ryan, was natural.

Ryan attendance in college as a young adult produced acceptable grades. His earning of a doctorate was never acknowledged by his father. The refusal of the police department to employ Ryan, of course, was acknowledged – repeatedly. Ryan strove to be worthy, physically fit, and successful. His father, however, never recognized him as such.

Ryan pressed the button on the steering wheel with his thumb, turning the volume of the music to a higher level. Music had always been an escape for Ryan, and provided a certain comfort when nothing else could. As the music played, he removed his cup from the holder and took a drink of his coffee.

As he drove, he struggled with thoughts of Ami and what she may believe regarding his investments. It troubled him that she wondered, asked, and had a genuine concern about his means of income.

The women that remained in his home weren’t
shady
in Ryan’s mind, they were
necessary.
There were no other means that Ryan could use, over any period of time to earn the potential millions he would earn if the women chose the options he had predicted.

Ryan’s understanding of what the women should choose to do from a psychological standpoint, in his mind, would be accurate. His doctorate, although not applied to his day-to-day activities, allowed him to have a vast and accurate understanding of the women and their respective decisions.

His Japanese counterparts had no such training or opinions.

Ryan believed that he was superior to them in all respects, and the game he was playing would prove his intelligence, understanding of human nature, and his ability to devise and implement such an intricate plan without fault or failure.

CHAPTER TWELVE

FUCK IT, I’LL GO NEXT.

TWELVE.
Standing outside the door, Ryan took a deep breath through his nose and exhaled out of his mouth. He looked at the pad on the wall, and slowly raised his left hand to the screen. He pressed his left ring finger to the pad, and he slowly inhaled another breath. As the magnetic striker released the door, he cautiously pulled it open.

The three women were seated on the bench as far away from the open door as they could be. An unexplainable calm filled the room. The women weren’t crying or talking. Quietly, in a huddle, they sat and stared at Ryan as he glared into the room.

“Good morning. Have we made a decision?” Ryan exhaled and waited to continue speaking.

“I’ll allow sixty seconds for the response,” Ryan turned his wrist and looked at his watch.

“Fifty,” Ryan looked up from his watch and into the room.

Certain that Shellie was the next victim, Ryan was surprised that the other two girls had not convinced Shellie to be prepared and waiting at the door. Shellie had minimal self-esteem, little income, and a family that she rarely spent time with. She had very little to live for in Ryan’s opinion – compared to the other women.

“I’m
not
going to do it,” Shellie shook her head and stood from the bench.

“Forty,” Frustrated, Ryan stared at the face of his watch as he spoke.

“You stupid bitch, if you don’t go you’re going to die
anyway
,” Elena screamed as she stood from the bench and approached Shellie.

“We can all die. I don’t care,” Shellie shouted as she turned to face Elena.

“Thirty,” Ryan barked as he looked up from his watch.

Ryan was becoming more and more frustrated with each second. His financial fate was in the hands of the women, and completion of this task in the order that he had predicted was necessary for him to succeed in the manner he had hoped. His successes would prove his worth as a man of value and intelligence.

“This
loco
fucker is going to kill us,” her voice cracking, Elena’s felt as if she had sand in her throat as she spoke.

“Then he can kill us, fine.
You go
,” Shellie demanded with a sharp definitive tone.

“
Fuck you
, I’m not
going,” Elena shrieked as she grabbed Shellie’s shoulder and pulled it toward her, turning Shellie around to face her.

“Fifteen,” Ryan shouted as he wiped his brow with his right hand.

“Shellie, we talked about this.
Please
,” Meghan pleaded.

“You act like you’re asking me to take out the trash or do a chore. I don’t want to die. I don’t care what the fuck we talked about.
You go
,” Shellie bellowed as she waved her hands in front of her chest.

“Seven,” Ryan’s voice was getting louder.

“Get away from me, you two.
Just get away
,” Shellie shouted.

All of the women began screaming at once.

“We’ll
all
die if someone doesn’t go out there,” Elena shouted at Shellie.

“
You
go,” Shellie moved to the corner and stood on top of the bench.

“Three,” Ryan was now screaming.

“Shellie, please. Fuck.
Someone
,” Meghan pleaded.

“Two,” Ryan screamed as he looked at his watch.

“Shellie!” Meghan screamed.

“One,” Ryan looked up from his watch and into the room.

“Fuck it. I’ll go,” a voice echoed from inside the concrete room.

CHAPTER THIRTEEN

UNCLE JOSH

THIRTEEN.
Meghan’s uncle Josh, in his early thirties, walked into the spare bedroom of his home at 2014 Mountain Road and closed the door behind him.

“If you’re going to behave, I will take the gag out of your mouth. Will you behave?” Josh asked softly.

Meghan had been tied to the bed naked for two hours. Scared, tired, and feeling as if she had no other alternative, she stared at the typewriter on the desk and nodded her head slowly.

Josh knelt beside the bed, reached up over the comforter that was piled beside her and began to untie the bed sheet that was secured tight across her mouth. As he stretched his arm over her chest, his forearm brushed against her nipples.

As her uncle’s arm touched her, Meghan flinched. She had stayed at the home of her uncle each summer for two weeks while her parents vacationed. Each time she stayed, he sexually assaulted her for the duration of her time at his home.

Initially, as far as she could recall, the assaults had been oral. It started when she was very young. Initially, she was taught to perform on her uncle. Additionally, she was taught how to receive pleasure from him performing on her.

The mental pleasure Meghan received from his initial oral stimulation of her made her feel dirty and guilty. She lived with the guilt each time she reached climax. As hard as she tried to fight the feelings, they continued to come. Based on her fear of disappointing her mother, she felt that she must do as her uncle Josh asked; he was her mother’s only brother. Her mother cherished Josh, and Meghan believed denying his requests would certainly be a huge disappointment to both Josh and her mother.

The previous summer her uncle began teaching her how to have sexual intercourse. The entire time spent at his home that summer was filled with sex. Meghan felt tremendous guilt following that summer.

Josh’s instructions to her, initially, explained her necessity to perform for him as he requested. Meghan felt that he was, after all, her uncle – and she felt guilty telling him no. He further explained it was an avenue for her to show him how much she loved him and cared for him. Her refusal would indicate a lack of love, Josh assured her. Her lack of love would be explained to her mother, who would be crushed. The sex, without a doubt, would be proof of her love for her mother as well as her uncle.

“
God doesn’t want us to have hatred in our heart for anyone, Meghan
,” her uncle Josh had told her that summer.

“
If you don’t allow me to show you, it means you don’t love me. It means you don’t trust me. Meghan, it means that you don’t care. If you do care, you’ll do this for me. I don’t want to force you, you must let me. Do you understand?
” he had asked.

Meghan agreed
that
summer to allow him to do as he asked. Now thirteen years old, she had a boyfriend. She felt differently about the sexual acts. And she began to feel as if what she had been doing for the last four years was wrong.

“Okay, now have you settled down?” her uncle Josh asked as he stood up, the bed sheet in his hand.

Meghan nodded.

Meghan watched as he removed his shirt and tossed it beside the bed. Meghan felt disgusted by his hairy body. As he rubbed the hair on his chest with his hands, she felt her stomach convulse and heave. She fought back the sickening feeling as he rubbed his hairy body.

“Are you ready?” her uncle smiled as he asked.

Desperately, Meghan wanted to shake her head and scream. For the last two hours she had been bound to the bed, her arms and legs tied. Naked, she lay on the bed, shivering and cold. She knew what she must do to please him. Pleasing him was a terrible necessity.

Meghan bit her bottom lip lightly and nodded her head.

“Say it,” her uncle demanded in a soft tone.

“I want you Uncle Josh,” Meghan whispered.

“No, say it louder. Like you mean it. Tell me what you want. You know the rules,” her uncle pleaded.

“I want you…” Meghan hesitated.

“I want you to…” Meghan’s throat felt as if it was full of dirt. Her words barely escaped her mouth.

“I want you to teach me,” Meghan muttered.

“That’s a good girl. You want me to teach you what, Meghan?” her uncle asked as he unbuckled his belt.

Meghan pulled on the restraints that bound her arms. The restraints were taught, and she knew that there was no relief to speak of. Her pulling against them was a reassurance that she couldn’t get away and she was forced to perform as he asked. She relaxed and sighed softly.

“Teach me how to make a man happy,” Meghan said softly.

“Okay, now all at once. Remember?” her uncle asked as he unbuttoned his pants.

Although Meghan was looking at the foot of the bed, and her uncle stood beside the bed, she could see his pants fall to the floor. As he began to stroke himself to erection, he waited for her pleadings.

Meghan stared beyond the foot of the bed at the typewriter that sat on the desk against the wall. As she focused in the typewriter, she began to speak.

“Uncle Josh, will you teach me how to make a man happy?” Meghan whispered.

“Yes, Meghan. Yes I will,” her uncle said softly as he climbed onto the bed.

“Now you know what uncle Josh needs first. Remember? We have to get him wet first. Open up,” her uncle explained as he straddled her neck and began to force himself into her mouth.

Meghan, with each stroke of her uncle’s flesh against her face, took her mind to a field of flowers in the pasture behind her parent’s farm.

They were sunflowers, and often as a little girl, she would run through the flowers and hold her arms outstretched, swiping the stalks as she ran. To her, the flowers were a scented manner of escape. The sweet smell of the flowers filled her lungs, becoming part of her. All of what life included stopped while she was in the field of flowers. While surrounded by the sunflowers, nothing else mattered. Filled with their scent, often she would turn, face the sun, and dream she was a flower as well.

Josh grunted, forcing his weight upon her. As Meghan held her eyes closed tight and ran through the field of flowers with her arms outstretched…

Nothing.

Else.

Mattered.

CHAPTER FOURTEEN

MAKE IT A DOUBLE.

FOURTEEN.
“You have to
tell
me how to do this, Dent. Because you sure as fuck aren’t going to show me,” Ami complained as she became frustrated.

Ami had dated Dent for just shy of a year. Their relationship was primarily sexual, which didn’t particularly bother Ami. In fact, considering all things, she enjoyed it. Dent left her with an amount of freedom that she was comfortable with, and enjoyed. The sex, generally speaking, was second to none, and Ami expected she’d have a difficult time getting better sex anywhere without a difficult time of trial and error.

“Jonny, lay flat on your back, and keep your cock stiff,” Dent said as he pointed to the bed where his friend lay naked.

Jonny lay back on the bed and stroked his cock with his hand, waiting for further instruction. Ami stood beside the bed naked watching Jonny stroke his cock. As he stroked his cock, she began to finger her clit, attempting to keep herself well lubricated. Ami’s sexual drive, by her own admission, was extremely high, and required a constant level of heightened sexual stimulation to keep her attention and maintain her desire for multiple orgasms.

As she inserted her second finger into her pussy, Dent began to bark out instructions.

“Now you’re gonna need to climb up on him and take that in your ass,” Dent demanded.

“Dent, I’m tired of your temper, and I will not take that in my ass. I’m down for a double, I am. But you’re ruining it for me. One, you need to stop screaming at me. Two, I ain’t gonna take Jonny’s cock in my ass. It’s the size of my wrist and ten inches long. I’ll take
yours
in my ass and
his
in my pussy. That’s the deal,” Ami’s voice rose as she spoke.

“I ain’t letting him fuck that pussy,” Dent barked as he pointed at Ami’s crotch.

“Okay fine. No deal,” Ami said as she pulled her fingers from her pussy.

“Okay, fuck it. Fine. Get up Jonny. I’ll need to lie down,” Dent shouted.

Dent’s temper often became elevated for any number of reasons. Although he never hit Ami or caused her a tremendous amount of dissatisfaction, he had slapped her a few times. Slapping, to Ami, was not abuse. She viewed it, right or wrong, as part of
doing business
in a relationship.

As Dent climbed onto the bed, he grabbed the tube of lubricant from on top of the dresser. As he lie on his back, he began to stroke his cock and liberally apply lubricant as he did so. Within a matter of seconds, his cock was hard, and glistened with lube.

“No, get up here, and face me, and lower your ass onto my cock. When I get in that ass, let me get a few strokes. After I’m good and in her ass, Jonny, you get
your
ass up on my lower legs. My calves, whatever, facing me, and just straddle my legs. Just kinda stand there, squat, whatever,” Dent waved his hand over his thighs as he spoke.

“Then, you bend over, Ami. And lay your head on my chest or shoulder,” Dent paused and looked up at the ceiling.

As Ami listened she slid her fingers inside her now soaking wet pussy. The thought, to her, of having two cocks inside of her at once was a huge turn on, and not something that she had ever done. She and Dent had talked about this for some time, and now that the time had come, she was beyond ready. As she pressed her fingers up to her knuckles and closed her eyes, Jonny began to speak again.

“And Jonny will…” Dent hesitated.

“Fuck, are either of you two shit-heads listening?” Dent screamed.

Ami opened her eyes and looked at Dent as he sat up on the bed.

“Yeah,” Jonny said as he stroked his massive cock.

“Yep, got it,” Ami said as she slowly closed her eyes and tried to reach climax.

“You fuck bubbles. If you were listening, you’d know we got it backwards. Jonny, you got to be lying on
your
back. Same instructions, but you got to be in her pussy. You’re on your back. We straight?” Dent bellowed.

“Yep,” Jonny said as Dent slid off the side of the bed.

“Yeah. Straight,” Ami said as she opened her eyes, clearly frustrated at all of the yelling.

As Jonny got on the bed, Ami climbed onto the foot of the bed. As he stroked his cock, she climbed onto his thighs and immediately lowered herself onto the tip of his cock.

“Easy,” Ami said as she pointed to Jonny’s face.

He nodded and slowly worked his hips up and down.

“Let me do it, lie still, okay?” Ami asked.

Jonny nodded.

As Ami lowered herself onto Jonny’s massive cock, she immediately reached climax and shuddered from the orgasm. Feeling ecstatic and somewhat embarrassed, she closed her eyes, shook her head slightly, and smiled. Facing Jonny, with Dent standing behind her, she started lowering herself onto Jonny’s massive cock again. As she did, she reached in front of her hip with her hand, and started rubbing her clit.

“You go already?” Jonny asked.

“Yeah a small one,” Ami lied.

“You fucker. You never cum that quick with me,” Dent complained, still standing behind her..

“Well, his cock is the size of a fucking arm. There’s a huge difference. He hits spots you don’t,” Ami sighed as she lowered herself slowly onto Jonny’s cock.

Slowly, she found a rhythm that worked for her and felt comfortable. She bit her bottom lip as she had another orgasm. As she opened her eyes, she raised her left hand to her lip, pressing her index finger to her lips. As Jonny smiled, Dent climbed up onto the bed behind her.

“Okay, bend over,” Dent demanded as he pressed his hand in the middle of her back.

“Easy,” Ami complained as she slowly eased herself forward.

Ami leaned forward as Jonny reached up and began to squeeze her breasts. Continuing to slowly work her way up and down Jonny’s cock, she had another light orgasm. As she placed her hands on his chest, she felt Dent slide his lubricated finger into her ass.

“Oh fuck yes,” Ami cried as she bit her bottom lip.

Dent slid his finger in and out of Ami’s ass as Ami continued to ride Jonny’s cock. Feeling more satisfied from sex than she could ever recall feeling, Ami provided herself a mental nod of satisfaction for agreeing to allow Dent and Jonny to do this to
her.
As she began to tingle deep inside, she began to believe she was actually doing this to
them.

“You ready?” Dent asked.

“Fuck yes. Do it. Do it Dent, fuck my ass,” Ami begged.

Dent slid his finger from Ami’s ass, and she sighed. Slowly and with care, Dent began to slide his rather large cock into her ass. As he did, she lowered herself to Jonny’s chest and moaned. As her breasts smashed against Jonny’s chest she looked into his eyes and smiled.

“Fuck me, Jonny,” she whispered into his ear as she gripped his shoulders.

As Jonny’s hips began to work up and down from the bed, Ami groaned and bit her lip. The level of satisfaction she felt from being stuffed with two cock s at once wasn’t double; it seemed to be ten times as heightened. As Dent slid his cock in and out of her ass slowly, Jonny’s cock pushed deep into her pussy. Deep inside, she could feel their cocks bumping against one another as they fucked her slowly.

“Oh God, I’m going to explode,” Ami growled into Jonny’s ear.

“Wait,” Dent begged as he increased his speed.

“Oh fuck,” Jonny moaned.

“Do it, fucking cum,” Ami begged as Jonny continued to press his massive cock deep inside of her pussy.

“Oh God,” Jonny moaned.

“Choke me,” she whispered into Jonny’s ear.

Jonny raised his hands to her neck and began to squeeze.

“Harder. Choke the fuck out of me,” Ami begged.

As Jonny’s hands wrapped tightly around her neck, she began to moan. She opened and closed her eyes as she felt herself beginning to black out. As she felt Jonny’s already massive cock begin to swell, her body began to unleash an orgasm that rang throughout her body from her nipples through her vaginal canal and into her ass.

“Oh fuck, I’m gonna cum in you,” Jonny screamed as he squeezed her neck harder.

Jonny began to moan as his cock exploded inside of her. Feeling as if she been punched inside as he came with tremendous force, Ami hit his chest. Almost immediately, she felt Dent cum in her ass as he moaned in pleasure.

“Baby, I’m cumming in that ass,” Dent screamed.

As Jonny released her neck, she screamed in pleasure - feeling as if she had an orgasm that she was certain would end her life.

“Oh my fucking God!” Ami screamed as she squeezed Jonny’s shoulders and bit her lip.

The sensation filled her body and ran from her crotch to her boobs and back again, over and over - until it finally dissipated. Uncertain of the amount of time that passed, she opened her eyes and stared at the wall.

“Nobody move,” Ami begged as her body shook in climactic bliss.

As she lowered herself onto Jonny’s chest and closed her eyes, she felt as if she was somewhere other than earth. Her entire body shook and she exhaled and relaxed her muscles. All she cared to do was bask in this feeling and last forever.

When she awoke, the room was empty. Although this was unlike Dent, she wasn’t surprised. She expected that she may have slept for a considerable amount of time, and maybe the boys had left and gone to the bar.

As she stood, shaky legged and walked to the bathroom, she smiled, thinking of the next time they could fulfill this desire again. She truly felt as if she had used them for her satisfaction, and not vice versa. A she entered the bathroom, she saw a note on the mirror, stuck with soap, and drawn on paper with lipstick. She pulled the note from the mirror and read it.

Fucking slut.

Don’t bother.

As she shook her head and tossed the note into her trash can beside the toilet, she thought to herself.

The next man she agreed to be with would be different. A kind of different that made her feel comfortable. A man like no other.

As she sat and started to pee, she cried.

For the last time.