I'll give out this warning. This story oozes pus from my imagination. I've taken delightful people that I've met mashed them up into a composite and twisted them into malignant beings or victims, against their knowledge and against their will.
I couldn't help it, the story wanted to come alive.
And so it starts.
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Joseph pushed her head below the water and held it there. She arched her back, but did not flail out nor cry for help. She was duct taped and roped thoroughly from head to toe, with only her eyes and nose free. She was gussied up in the hillbilly chrome that he kept down round the house for makeshift repairs. He had repaired her. She was a lot more amiable with her mouth taped shut and those pudgy clinging pasty arms bound to her side. Her tiny ankles flared out into beefy calves. they were bound together too with twisted stout twine.
He panted open mouth from the exertion and drooled a little from the corner of his grin.
This one would taste delicious. She would make wonderful sausage. She had led a sedentary life and stuffed herself on sweets and gotten chubby on video games and internet chat sites. That was where he had met her. Well not him. His twin had met her.
Her meat would be precious and perfect for his insatiable desires. He would process and feed and be ready for the winter with his honeypot sausages and meaty hocks and loin of Lolita wrapped up and stuck in the freezer. None of her would be wasted.
Bonemeal sprinkled on the roses. Fleshy rump rendered into soap. Her hair saved and sent off to a dolls hospital for wigs.
He looked into her half lit eyes. It wouldn't be long now. A little water splashed out of the hot tub. His faithful dog licked it up. The dog loved processing day. It just smelled so delicious down in the cellar. And he would get scraps.
He pulled her up out of the water by her hair. Her eyes came back into focus as the water cleared her nose.
"Good Game" he said. And pushed her back down.
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The long planned for weekend had started Friday night with a nervous meeting at the airport. Rachel wore the rose corsage that James had sent her on her lapel. James wore his top hat, and being long and lean and tall was easy for her to pick out in the crowd. His voice ... just as she had heard in chat, so smooth and ..seductive, as it had been as he had sung her love songs in French and Italian. She had sung for him too, blue grass ditties that her mother had taught her. She had a soft melodious voice, with the rare pure sweet tones that he seldom found in singers, trained or untrained.
Rachel. such a pretty name. He had known her for a month and loved everything about her. He loved her shoulder length red red hair. Her pink pale ladylike complexion with just a trace of freckles left over from her childhood. He loved her spirit that shown through her chat messages. He loved how she knew how to cheat in the games that they played together online. And most of all he loved her stories.
They had traded stories back and forth in emails. He mostly told about his family and relationship with his brother and older sister growing up, coming of age stories with lots of secrets left out.
Her stories were dark and twisted, with a wicked sense of humor. She fascinated him with tales of dominance and controlled danger.
He was looking forward to seeing her in the flesh.
She went right up to him and put out her hand. "I'm Rachel." He was a bit disappointed, she looked a lot fitter in real life than in her photo. In her photo she'd looked a little fuller, with filled out curves. He liked curvy women. This was a buff sinewy tough woman.
It's me, James, and with his best crooked endearing smile and a twinkle in his blue eyes, he took her hand and held onto it a bit too long. She rubbed the inside of his palm as they pulled away.
What was that?, his skin tingled in anticipation. He wanted to get her alone.
There was just a carry on bag to wrangle. They walked out of the airport and threaded their way to where the car was parked, slightly askew as if in a huge hurry.
She got on her cell phone.
"Joseph? It's me Rachel. We're heading out, should be home in twenty minutes. Oh you are resting the loin now? Perfect"
She turned to him and rubbed his arm. "We are going to have such fun this weekend. My twin brother is so looking forward to meeting you. "
