“And don't think I won't mind shooting you if you're not useful.” He drove along in silence. She was shock. So there was no going back now, there was no going back after he had kidnapped Kim actually. Well with the rapes and the kidnapping charges he might have seen the light of day in 30 years or so.

The second charge and that of murder he was never going to get out if he were caught so the simple method here was not getting caught! He sped on for a bit then slowed down to a more casual spaeed. It would not be long … this night was not going to plan, he just wanted to relax after his work shif and had to deal with all this shit. He was just lucky he took his gun with him at most times.





The cell phone rang and after a brief converation Rheen slapped the phone closed. “Sir, we have something,” he said to Fredrick as he tried to gather the older man's attention.

“What is it?”

“Rollins has been shot in the face, he's in critical condition and Renauld took a round to the arm but he'll survive. But a black mustang broke comtainment about fifeen minutes ago traveling South.

“Renauld thinks he saw tow people in the car and got a partial plate, MSE, beffore the car was gone …

Fredrick nodded. Then as the detective turned away from him he spoke more to himself. “Hang in their vikky.”





Stein drew the car into the garage some time later. The door closing on it as he exitted the car commanding her to do the same at gun point. He was nervous but already showed he waas willing to do anything it took. He was concerned with not getting caught it seemed and he showed that already tonight.

“Into the hour, get moving.” The place was fairly isolated off the beaten path It should give him a moment to think though.

Now, finally, Vikky knew without a doubt he meant that. He had killed a man… so easily. He could kill her just as easily. Anyone trying to save her would be killed just as easily. This wasn’t a movie in which the heroes were mystically immune to being hit mortal wounds. No matter who it was, it would be just the same. Not even the damsel in distress was safe. Especially not her. This wasn’t a movie… in the way that the main girl was always delivered to the hero innocent and pure. No… She feared what might be coming.

When in the garage, Vikky followed the orders. She was simply too frightened to do anything else. On shaking legs she stepped out of the car and walked in the direction she was motioned to go, moving fearfully but still with slight speed as she was fearing what might happen if she moved too slowly.

He sighed as he shuffled her into the house, His acounts were likely to be tracked and using his credit card in places would alert the cops as to where he was. Fortunately he had some savings though he had to carefully budget his cash and ditch the bitch somewhere. They were looking for two people not one and while he had no reason to kill her outside of in spite because she was that detetive's kid he was adverse to popping her either if it suited his purpose.

There was a bit of nervous excitement that went off here. He lead her through the house to a door that lead down starirs where he commanded her to descend. The basement was furnished into a downstairs apartment and looked rather nice and not like the typical basement at all.

Bathroom, kithen, living room, two bedrooms. He lead her to one of the bedrooms with a smile on his lips as he had here enter the sound proof room. There was a little window here but it was sealed. A lawn chair with the botom cut out rested over a buck and there was a simple mattress on the floor.

Chains extended from the ceiling, two manacles of thick iron. He smiled at the manacles then at her. It was obvious that his room was a little dungeon. She could see the shelve that had all the whicked tools on it, knives, whips, things she didn't even recognize …

“Alright shackle yoursself.” It was time to have a little fun, to get rid of this nervous energy the best way that he knew how to.

She was led through the house and down into a basement. It actually didn’t look so bad. It was a basement built to live in, with all the needs a life would have. Being a criminal and a murdered apparently didn’t mean you lived like crap. Then again, the man had said he had a good job. But… why would a man with a good job do things like this…? The only reason she could think of was because he was otherwise unable to satisfy his own perverse lust for excitement and flesh… Which… didn’t bode well for Vikky…

Led through the living quarters, Vikky started to wonder where she was going. Was he just going to lock her in somewhere, or was h- …!!??

She was led into the bedroom, where she stopped in her tracks. Vikky had been walking along willingly up until that point, but there she stopped, eyes widening in terror and not moving an inch by her own accord. There were… things made to bind people… things meant to hurt people… things she had no idea what they were meant to do to people… and she was… his newest prey…

“N-no… I don’t want this… no…” She was crying again, staring at the manacles and the equipment in quivering fear. Vikky thought she had mentally prepared herself. But… she hadn’t. Seeing this room… all those items which he’d turn on her… It was too much. The words of denial was not directed towards the man. They were directed towards reality. There was no way this could be reality. There was no way… this could happen to her. And yet the proof and sights were laid bare before her to see… A terrified Vikky desperately tried taking a step backwards… but…

She stepped back into the hard planes of his body and for the barest second she felt the hard contours of his body exerted against her ass. He was excited by her distress, by her tears and terror though she did not feel that firmness for long as he shoved her forward with a rough hand as he stepped into the sound proof room behind her. He closed the door behind him and smirked.

“Do it bitch! We're in a sound proof room and I have no compunctions in shooting you, especially now save for cleaning up the mess … you cost me my little Kimmie so it looks like you volunteered to take her place.”





Vilmer had disappeared amongst the commotion but Fredrik wasn't looking for him, the boys parents were now that they had been called back home to this chaotic scence.

He had been focused on the girl that seemed a little more relaxed now, a little less catatonic … he had found that she was kidnapped near the hospital yesterday aftenoon though the news wasn't running too many stories until a day after she went missing which had been ustamary since she might not have been missing at that stage. She was last seen at the hospital where Stein picked her up and brought her to the house aross the street where she used her skills as a contortonist to escape.

She had beem through a lot over those hours. At first it was simple stuff but grew more and more depraved. But as a team of agents went through the home Kim relaid that Stein (who she went to school with at one point) said that he was going to take her away to the South to his home down there, promised if she behaved that he would take her there and then from their it was a short jaunt to the airport where he would show her the world …

He had Rheen make a few phone calls about Stein's holdings as well as having the house across the street searched from top to bottom.

… She just backed into him. He was standing there, the rapist whose name she had never learned, like a boulder blocking the way out. He might not have been large as a boulder, but it really didn’t make all that much difference. He was hard. It was obvious what he was intending on doing. With a shove he pushed her into the room and Vikky almost lost her balance as she stopped not far from the manacles hanging from the roof. She spun around, staring in fright as the man locked the door. Vikky raised her hands as if in self-defense. But she knew it was futile. She…

“P-please… d-don’t do this…” Vikky had lost control. Her tears flowed freely, pure undeterred horror for the man went through her and she couldn’t make a single muscle move. Her eyes were focused, but panicked. “W-we can… play a game or something instead… I-I can try to save you as a policeman’s daughter… A-anything but this…!” Of course she couldn’t. That wasn’t why she said it. But none of it worked… None of it was real enough at that moment. “N-no… No…” Vikky quickly scanned the shelves and at the window for useful items or ways out, but… She was full of fear and desoirtation, and those two seemed to do nothing but fuel him…

Stein grinned at her. He had the gun and thus he had the power. He even fired a round into the ceilin then leveled the gun at her. How many shots had he used? One to the officer he shot in the face, three or was it four at the other officer and one just now. How many rounds did this gun possess. Six, ten, tevelve, fiftenn?

He was in too deep for her to get him off now even before he shot that cop. Their was already the kidnap and rape charges, attempted murder and so he was not swayed at all by her words. He grinned at her and made a gesture with the manacles.

“Hey, you wanted this … left or right? My next round is going to take out an eye so fuking do it you bitch!”

He was so smug now, so at ease. He was at command of the situation and knew it. Thus he took his time now knowing this.

“I'll give you five seconds … one … two ...” he began counting though he began counting, each passing second he adjusted his aim from eye to eye ready to unload a round into it it seemed.

Such a vile grin. Vikky had never been faced with a such before. He fired into the ceiling, making her squeal stumbling backwards, only just keeping herself balanced. She had backed herself into the chains, and she flinched forward. H-he… had fired upwards? There were no people around that would hear or feel the shot? And… th-that shot was only to scare her into submission… Wasting a bullet like that… he had no lack of them, Vikky concluded…

“W-wait!” Vikky shouted, fright spread through every fabric of her body. She spun around and grabbed the chains, then turned back to the man while holding them in front of her, almost as if she was intending them to protect her. “I-I’ll do it if you want to! B-but… C-can’t we rather have consensual sex in a bed or something!? I-I’m… not going to resist! J-just don’t hu… hurt me… please…” Vikky held the chains in front of her face, apparently protecting her terrified eyes…

He had considered her words for a moment. She didn't have much left to bargain with, even her body was something that no longer belonged to her as he could simply take it.


Sex would hardly be consentual he thought as he held the still smoking gun in his hand but she was terrified of course. She seemed to be well awared of the things likely to happen to her while chained up and there was nothing that prevented him from doing just that afterwards too …

He assumed that she was stalling for time here, but unlike last time Kim wasn't slipping out of his grasp and there was no white night striging forth on a stallon that was going to save her before she was faced with the inevitable.

It was not always tjat he had his little toys. In the beginning he was crude, he lacked his toys but now he realized that he had plenty of time there had been no rush after all and he jestured toward the mattress in the corner.

“Alright. Sit down there and spread your legs like a good little slut. At least one of us will enjoy this ...”

“A-ah…” A mixture of apprehension and relief went through Vikky as she let go of the chains. He… agreed. That meant Vikky was now supposed to be fully cooperative in order to escape being hurt. She had known that she would be ravaged no matter what she said or did. She had offered to be completely cooperative as long as she wasn’t hurt. And… he agreed, as far as she knew for now. Which meant… she had to follow that command. No matter how little she actually wanted to. How long would she have to endure…? Was this only the beginning of a long life like this? Vikky didn’t know… didn’t want to think.

On shaking legs and with a fearful expression Vikky made her way over to the mattress. This… this was… she had bought her way to a less painful route… for now… Did this officially make her a whore? No… she’d be fucked no matter what she did… This was a convenient compromise… It didn’t make her a… whore… Vikky turned around and sat down, suddenly reminded she wasn’t wearing panties under the skirt. She was slightly embarrassed, but… she had to follow the orders. Vikky closed her eyes and turned away her head as her hands lifted her skirt and her legs spread, revealing what was underneath…

Stein grinned as her legs spread open. As she lifted up that skirt his grin broadened at whad was revealed to him as he moved over to her, his thumb flicking the safety of the weapon on.

“Whooh, fucking slut!” He stared up her snatch as he stood in front of her. “You must be easy, no panties for easy access, wanting 'consetual' sex. You like this. I bet your all tingly inside.” He placed the gun at the slit of her body traceing it up and down her sex, the muzzle still warm with being fired recently but not incerdible hot either. It was but a single round he discharge since blasting those cops earlier.

His left hand reached up, a grin hanging on his fatures as he rubbed against her clit not really caring if she got wet or not for that gun was going to be inserted into her sex whether she was ready for it or not. He rubbed against her though, fingers rubbing little circles against her in a clockwise pattern. He did this for a few minutes leanining forward as he pressed wet lips to her neck a few times as he drifted up to her lips, fiercely kissing her as that gun pushed it's way inside her easier than the baseball bat had.

She knew she was going to get a comment like that when he realized she didn’t wear any panties. That was because Vilmer had requested it. She wasn’t a fan of walking around without panties herself, it was merely as a favor to her boyfriend. But… she didn’t say that. Vikky decided to remain silent. Anything else… would simply not matter…

Her eyes closed, she had almost expected him to just plunge into her without foreplay or anything. Instead, she felt a warm but… decidedly metallic feeling on her slit. Flinching, Vikky opened her eyes and saw to her horror that he was massaging her genital using his gun. She shuddered at the feeling of the gun, deciding to simply endure it while trying to stop imagining the pain if it fired at that time. Stop… brushing that thing at me. It doesn’t belong there. That weapon… killed a man. Hurt my father. I can’t… be pleasured by it.

He rubbed against her clit, which made her shudder further. Vikky was shaking. While the action was arousing, it wasn’t near as arousing as when it had been her boyfriend. She just endured during the minutes, growing slightly wetter simply due to stimulation, but it was still too early. The gun on her slit… why… was it there…? The rapist bent forward and kissed her neck a few times, to which Vikky could only respond to with shuddering, shaking. He separated a moment, during which Vikky opened her eyes… and was fiercely kissed by the man. Vikky had to steady herself on the mattress with a hand in order to not be forced back on the mattress. Vikky’s kisses were way more pleasant. This one was an animal, hungering and lusting for her lips while…

The gun. It was pressing against her slit. The gun… was not at all created for insertion. The edges almost scratched the insides as it pressed into the only somewhat wet slit. Her legs were shaking, her mouth would be gasping had it not been caught by the man’s kiss. That… wasn’t made to go it there. This was wrong. A gun was pressing into her. It couldn’t be true. The thought of what would happen if it fired… terrorized her… The mixed sensations were mixing into her mind… It wasn’t the first time a foreign object of not living nature had penetrated her. … Gee…

Stein was cruder, rougher than Vilmer but that was the difference between lust and love. With Vilmer it had always been a mutual streak, she had always felt his love expressed to her in words or enven in stupid thoughts … and the occassional not so stupid one like the rubber glove at the hospital although that one had not quiet worked out the way that it was planed …

The rubbing was rougher, more insistant rather than exploritory to see what she responded to and adjusted accordingly. There were no adjustments to be made here, none at all as rough fingers caressed her clit not really caring if the slut was ready or not as that gun that had caused so much pain was being used as a means of pleasure. Or maybe more pain, Stein didn't seem to care either way. It was the act, the role of dominace that he craved and not the pleasure derived from it.

He pulled back pressing the gun a little deeper into her, it was not designed to be used against her core the feel had been rough against the walls of her body as that vicious weaon pressed into her again and again without mercy.

Drawing his lips away from her he grinned yet again. “Take off your blouse and bra. I wounder how painful it would be if I pulled the trigger … like this!”

He pulled it but rather than the sharp pain of a bullet taring through her she heard the audible CLICK giving that the safety was now engaged preventing the firing pin from making that deadly connection. He chuckled finding this amusing as he pressed the object into her with greater authority now, delving deeper inside that core.

It… hurt. The gun was not designed to enter a girl. The different edges were scratching her insides painfully. This… this wasn’t what she had in mind. How did he come up with the sick idea to fuck her with his gun…!? … But he kept up drawing it in and out, and Vikky was forced to simply endure with a pained expression on the face which he was kissing so fiercely. He wasn’t holding back. He had no reason to hold back. Vikky had to strain her arm to not be forced down into the bed by the ferocious kiss and otherwise domination. This… this guy. Why… was he…

He stopped kissing her and drew back, giving Vikky some breathing room. She breathed heavily while her pussy quivered under the dominant gun pressing into her. He told her to take off the clothing on the top of her body, then followed with… Vikky’s eyes went wide as he pressed the trigger. Her movement stopped entirely, expecting to die in extreme pain any sudden moment. But… the only thing that happened was that the gun made a clicking noise. The safety was on. But Vikky had still been frightened half to death. A moment or so after she would quickly discard the clothes and take off her bra, as if fearing that he’d do it for real if she didn’t follow orders. Though, as she started that he started pressing in the gun with greater ferocity, and Vikky had to clench her teeth to endure.

“Th-the gun… it is hurting me… it isn’t built for this…” Vikky said while pulling off her bra, letting it drop to the side revealing her breasts to the hungry onlooker….

“Stop fucking whinning!” He demanded, the gun still pressing inside her as his eyes flowed to her tits. His hand left her clit and groped one of those orbs bringing it to his mouth that danced around it. His tongue eased around the nipple as he suckled against her breast as he shuffled the gun inside her rougher now as if teaching her a leason about complaining about it. He must have thought that he was doing her a favor by not coming at her so quickly though now his tempo picked up.

“You on the pill?” He asked off handedly as his mouth left her breast. The gun finally drew out of her pressing against her naval as he dragged it out her body cascading a trail of her juices against her chest.

She might not have produced an abundance of juices but there had been enough there that coated the weapon.

Fingers replaced the gun wriggling back and forth against the core though he was barely inside her now, his thumb curling back to brush against her clit, rolling against it as those fingers pressed inside her core.