She stood within the bathroom doorway; the sultry silhouette of
her body would have made any man glad to be a man at that point.
For a moment the room was silent, as he stood there in his boxer
shorts staring at her in disbelief. Even though he didn't know
her name, right now it really didn't matter. The only thing that
did was that he was with her right now. Someone as young and
voluptuous as her, he would have never thought that she would go
for a man in his middle fifties. But he was with her, in a rented
motel room, where he had no idea, for he had woke up on the bed
here. He had seen her at the bar that he had hung out at once in
a while and had been captivated by her the moment he did. Long
golden blond hair, eyes of green, wearing a red dress with a
plunging neckline and short skirt. When she had talked to him, he
had thought that either this was some sort of dream, or a joke
that someone in the bar was playing on him. But it wasn't.
He could feel his throbbing member pressing against the fabric of
his boxers, showing the bulge so evidently. He didn't try to hide
it, for at his age, he was surprised that he was able to do this
without the help of Viagra.
"Are you ready for me, lover?" she said in a seductive
"Why don't you come over here and find out, you sweet thing." He
said in a confident tone.
Slowly she moved toward him, her silhouette faded revealing every
detail of her sultry body. She was wearing what almost looked
like a corset, except that it was completely made of fishnet
material, with a G-string and stockings that were connected to
the top, with pink ribbons. When he had seen her like that, his
heart raced so wildly, that he thought he was going to have a
heart attack right there. Never before had he thought that he
would ever see a woman wearing something like this. Oh sure,
maybe in a commercial for Victoria Secrets (wearing a bra and
panties underneath it), or in a porno, but never in real life.
Yet, here she was, this seductive, young woman who was willing to
give herself to please him, any way that she could. And from the
look on her face, she was determined to make sure that this would
be a night that he would never forget.
"This is too good to be true. It has to be too good to be true."
When she reached him, her hands rested on his shoulders, her eyes
gazing at him with a lustful desire burning within them, as a
playful smile appeared on her lips. Her firm breasts pressed
against his chest as he felt her nipples poking through the
fishnet openings and rubbing against his flesh. She kissed him
lightly and so tender, and then he felt her bite his bottom lip,
making him bleeds slightly. When she let go, he jerked his head
back, wanting to push her away, but her arms were holding onto
him so tightly that he could not break free from her grasp. Maybe
when he had been younger he would have been able to do so, but
now time had found a way to weaken him.
"What did you do that for?" he said in a shocked tone.
"Oh, what's the matter Jay? I thought that you said you like it a
little rough." She said, giggling slightly.
"Well, yeah but not that though. I didn't expect you to make me
bleed." He said in a shocked tone.
"Oh…I'm sorry baby. I'll make it to you. I promise you just put
yourself in my hands and I will do things to you that you could
never image." She said and then kissed the side of his
Jay could feel her lips lightly nibbling his neck, which sent a
wave of such pleasure through his veins. He could feel his legs
becoming weak, thinking that he was going to collapse if she were
to continue this. She pulled away from him suddenly, her eyes
burning even more intense with such desire, that he thought that
she would do him right there on the floor.
"Take your clothes off, I want you right now." He said in a
"No. You go and lay on the bed…in the middle of it. I have
something special in store for you." She said in a serious
As she said that, she made her way over to the chair that sat
against the far wall behind her. When she bent forward, he looked
at the smooth round orbs of her ass. The pressure was building
inside of him; Jay was ready to take her right now. Even though
she had told him to lay on the bed, he was just about ready to
ignore it. But he figured that she had something kinky that she
was planning and who was he to argue with her. For if he did, she
would probably get dressed and leave him there. Wherever here
was, he wasn't sure. When they had left the bar, she had
convinced him to let her take her car. At the time he thought it
was a good idea, for he was already three sheets to the wind as
it was. How though, he was starting to think that was a bad
decision. For now, he had no real control over her. He was in
some fly-by-night motel, not even knowing where he was, because
he had passed out for a moment in the passenger's seat of her
car, coming here.
"Damn her for convincing me to do this." He thought, even though
he knew that if he were to do it all over again, he would
probably still do it the same.
He started to approach her, unable to control the urges within
his soul. It was then that her attention was drawn back to him
and he could see an angered look on her face. Never before had he
ever seen a woman have a look like that before and because of it,
it frightened him. For a second he stopped, wondering what she
was going to do. And because of it, he found himself starting to
become scared, genuinely scared of her.
"I told you to lay down in the middle of the bed. Do it now!" she
said in a more demanding tone.
"And what if I don't? What are you going to do?" he said in a
It was then for some reason, he started to feel that he was going
to regret saying that. Yet, he kept thinking that she was
bluffing. That she knew that there was nothing that she could do
to stop him from doing to her what she wanted.
"Or else I will get dressed and just leave you here. Out here, in
the middle of nowhere, and it will be months before anyone finds
you." She said sternly.
When she said that, it sounded so familiar to him, as if he had
herd it somewhere before. Was it on a television show? Or a
movie? Probably was, considering that he was always watching
those horror and crime shows, where someone would be kidnapped
and hide them out somewhere so isolated and remote. But this
wasn't the case; he knew that he could force her into her taking
him back, just like he could force her into having sex with
"You will have to do better than that darling. Those idle threats
don't scare me. You know for a fact that I could easily overpower
you. I am bigger and stronger than you." He said in a confident
tone as he took a step toward her.
It was then she turned around holding an automatic in her right
hand and a set of handcuffs in her left. Jay's body froze as she
pointed the gun at him and then ordered him once again to do what
she wanted him to do. This time he did it, as he started to think
that she was a cop…or maybe some crazy drug addict that was going
to kill him and take his money. The second thought sounded more
believable than the first. Because a cop wouldn't go this far
just to bust someone, or would they? When he got himself in the
middle of the large bed, he just lay there motionless, waiting to
see what she was going to do next. She had ordered his to raise
her hands over his head, and when he did, he could feel the cold
metal of the cuffs touch his wrist, not where it was cutting into
his flesh, but tight enough that he would not be able to slip out
of them. And then the other one came on his other wrist, as he
found himself handcuffed to the headboard of the bed. Unable to
do anything, at least with his arms anyway.
"What are you doing to me?" he asked in a terrified voice.
"Why you should know what we came here to do, Jay. And when I am
done, you are never going to be able to forget Me." she said as
her hand stroked the side of her face.
"Listen, this is a little too much for me. Why don't you just get
these off of me and we can head back to the bar. I'll give you
whatever you want, just let me go." He said in a panicked
"What's wrong, you have a thing about being tied up. Some sort of
mental trauma?" she said as her fingers ran down his chest.
The thing was Jay did have a problem with being tied up. He never
liked being confined ever since he had spent his time in prison;
it had been a problem with him. There had been times when he had
met women who were into bondage, but he had always insisted that
that they would be tied up, instead of him. If they would argue
about it, he would just forget about them, leaving them wherever
they were. No matter how much they would say how wonderful it
would be. Now though there was nothing that he could do about it.
He was vulnerable to whatever she would want to do to him. It was
then he felt her pull his boxers off of him, leaving him lying
there naked, as he looked up at her. Actually, his attention went
to the gun that she was still holding in her hand. There was
something about it that seemed wrong. Even though he didn't know
anything about guns, still it seemed strange.
"That's not a real gun, is it?" he said, in an uneasy tone.
He was thinking that he was really being stupid, for what if it
was? What if she just decided to put the barrel to his head and
pull the trigger? She looked down at him with the same playful
grin that she had when she came out of the bathroom. But in he
could see something else that scared him, practically terrified
him. The only this was, he wasn't sure what that could be.
"What do you think?" she said pointing the gun to his face.
He could feel a bead of sweat running down his forehead as he
realized how foolish he had been. He started to breathe heavy as
his heart pounded even harder. When she pulled the trigger, a
stream of water shot out from the barrel and hit him in the face.
She laughed instantly, seeing the shocked expression on his face.
In a way he was grateful that it was just a water gun, even
though his anger started to build within him. He wasn't the type
of man who liked a woman making a fool out of him, and normally
wouldn't let them, even if they were alone.
"Alright, you had your fun. Now, take these things off of me." he
said in somewhat of a calm voice.
"Oh no, the fun had just started, Jay. For the first time in your
life, the woman is in control. So just lay there and enjoy it."
Slowly, she got up off the bed and then made her way back to her
purse, which still sat on the chair across the room from them, to
put the water gun away. He hadn't thought of it before, but now
wondered why it was that she carried such a large purse. It was
almost like one of those over night bags that someone would have
on a brief trip. It was then he started to wonder what else she
could have in there. In a way, he really didn't want to find out;
all that he wanted was to get out of these damned handcuffs. He
started kicking and thrashing his body back and forth, hoping to
free himself from the headboard. But his attempt would prove
useless. When she looked back to see what he was doing, she
started to laugh even more and then a serious expression appeared
on her face.
"Oh no, this will never do. How can I please you when you are
thrashing your legs around so wildly? You might end up hurting
Me." she said and then picked up her purse.
"That is starting to sound like a good idea bitch. I should hurt
you for doing this to Me." he thought.
Jay actually thought that she was going to leave him there. Just
walk out in the skimpy outfit that she was wearing, for she had
said that they were far away from everyone, practically isolated.
Instead, she placed it on the bed and then pulled out a leather
leg restraint (the kind the hospital used on dangerous patients)
and then another. After she restrained his legs to the side of
the bed, she just looked down at him as if she was proud of what
she did. Yet, he didn't feel too comfortable lying there, his
legs eagle spread, and so defenseless.
"What are you going to do to me?" he asked, now in a voice that
was more terrified than anything else.
She looked down at his face, the playful expression that she had,
was now replaced with a wicked one. For a second she didn't say a
word as she continued to look at him. Even though it was for a
brief moment, it seemed so much longer to him, which made him
more scared than before. The only thing that he had expected was
a night of sex with her, something that he hadn't had for a
couple months now. Not something as bizarre as this.
"I guess I should just get right to it. I wouldn't want to keep
you waiting anymore." She said.
She crawled onto the bed, looking like a cat that was getting
ready to strike. Her green eyes burned with such desire, but he
could still see something else in them too. Some sort of secret
that she was hiding from him that she didn't want to reveal just
yet. Her lips kissed him soft and tender again, but Jay found
himself unable to really get into the moment. He wanted to be
free from these shackles so he could touch her, and arouse her
the way that he normally would with a woman. But that wasn't
going to happen. From the look on her face, she had no intentions
of setting him free just yet. He could feel her lips and fingers
moving down his body, as he stared up at the ceiling. Even though
feeling her kisses and her touch was arousing him beyond his own
imagination, the sight of him like this in the ceiling mirror
above them scared him. Normally, he would be the one in control,
the one who would do what he wanted to the woman, not the other
way around. But there was nothing that he could do about it now
"Just wait till you get me out of this, I'll show you some real
fun, and you bitch!" he thought.
He could feel her finger moving over the shaft of his still
ridged member, finding himself surprised that even with the fear
he felt, he was still able to keep it up. Taking him in her mouth
as she straddled over his body, her glistening sex, and inches
from his face. How tempted he was to taste the lips of her sex
and to hear her moan from the pleasure that he would be giving
her. Even if he were to raise his head up, he still wouldn't be
able to reach it. Another thing that she had planned, just to
torture him so much and make him want her even more. Feeling her
lips tighten around his shaft as she moved her head up and down
in a fast motion, sending a wave of pleasure, this stiffened his
body for a brief second. He let out a moan as his eyes closed and
he was enveloped within the pleasure that she was giving
"You are so wonderful." He moaned.
"I'm that good, am I?" she said as her hand stroked his manhood
"Oh yes, you are the best." He said, as his eyes remained closed
for a moment.
"And I thought that you told me that I didn't know how to give a
man oral sex." She said in an angered tone.
When she had said that, Jay knew where he had heard that. It was
from a sixteen year old girl that he had ended up going to jail
because of, for statutory rape. He had met her online in a chat
room and had talked to her for months, gained her trust and then
came to see her in the small town which she lived in. In his
mind, she knew what she should have expected when she met him.
For they had talked sexual online for months, saying how they
would love to share something as intimate as that. But this woman
who had him tied up in this motel room couldn't know something
like that. Could she? Maybe he had made the comment to her in the
bar when he was drinking and wasn't aware of saying it. He opened
his eyes and looked at her as he felt something sold and sharp
pressing against his testacies. He noticed she had moved her body
into a different position. All that he could see was the top of
her blond head moving up and down again, feeling her lips
pressing against his shaft even tighter.
"What…what did you just say?" he said trying to catch his
Her head lifted, looking up at him with a devilish grin appearing
on her lips. Even though she didn't say anything at first, the
expression on her face could have told him everything. In a way
he had a hunch of who this woman was now and why she had never
mentioned what her name was. But that seemed to be something that
was impossible. Or was it?
"You heard what I said, you told me those years ago in the middle
of an empty field. You choked me until I was nearly ready to pass
out and then took something from me that I can never get back..."
She started to say.
He could feel the sharp object pressing even tighter against his
balls, making a single stream of blood run down them.
"Who are you? What do you want from me?" he said in a nervous
"…And now I am going to take something away from you. Something
that you can never get back." She said and then hesitated for a
moment. "You don't recognize me? Maybe this will help refresh
Then her hand reached up and removed the blond wig that she had
been wearing, revealing her short amber hair. The moment that she
had done that, he remembered her. The memory of her came back to
his mind like a tidal wave. His body stiffened in terror as he
tried to think of something to say to her. But knew there were no
words that he could think of that would make her let out of
"Kathryn…. It can't be you." He said in shock and horror.
"It is. And now I am going to pay you back for what you did to
me. For the nightmare you put me through." She said raising the
large carving knife from his parted legs.
"My God, what are you going to do with that?" he screamed.
"You will see. And I will make sure that you never again can do
anything like what you did to me, to anyone else." She replied as
she lowered the knife back down to where it had been.
He started to scream even more, to say that he was sorry for what
he had done and that he had paid for his crime that he had done
to her. But in his mind he knew that he really didn't do that
yet. That this would be her justice that she would leash out on
Officer Mark Jackson had been called to the sight of what he
thought would have been a normal trespassing call. It was at the
old Heaven's View Motel that had been abandoned a few years back,
when the owner died. Normally, he would get calls about teenagers
breaking into the rooms to fool around, because of it being so
isolated. Back in its day, it did some prominent business that
was until the new expressway opened up and no one would travel
the far distance to stay there. But what he was about to witness
would be more than anything that he had ever dealt with before.
When he got there, another squad car had already arrived on the
scene, and a female officer was talking to a teen couple that
seemed more scared than nervous about trespassing on the
property. The officer questioning them was Officer Terra Cassas,
and even she seemed a little uneasy about something. Mark knew
right away that it had to be something major for Terra to be
spooked, for she was always tough as nails when she was on the
When Mark got out of his squad car and made his way over to them,
he started to have a feeling that he would have wished that he
would have stayed in bed this morning.
"What do we got? The normal trespassing charges here?" Mark said,
trying to act tough.
But when he looked at the teenage couple, he could tell that
there was something more than that. The girl, he would have said
couldn't be more than seventeen, with medium length fiery red
hair, had an expression of sheer terror on her face. The boy,
around the same age, with short sandy blond hair, was franticly
trying to explain what they were doing there. But, he was so
scared that what he was saying didn't make any sense.
"Yeah, but there is something even more important that you are
going to want to see that is inside. Something that these two had
found." Terra said in a hesitant voice.
"Officer…. we didn't do it. We found him that way. Honest." The
"Right. Right, whatever you say." Mark replied as he started to
make his way to the motel room.
What he saw next would haunt him for the rest of his life, making
it impossible for him to forget the sight. For lying there on the
bed was a naked man, his arms handcuffed to the headboard and
legs bound to the sides of the bed. His throat had been cut from
ear to ear, and then down the length of his neck as his tongue
hung out of the opened wound. His testacies and penis cut
completely off and left on the nightstand next to the bed. The
dead man's face showed the frozen expression of terror and on his
chest, carved deep into his flesh was the word GUILTY. The rats
that had infested the abandoned motel had already started to
feast of the dead man's flesh as the rank odor of death loomed
within the air of the room. While the mutilated body soaked in a
pool of its own blood. Just the sight of it made Mark run out of
the room and vomit onto the dried dirt parking lot. He had no
idea what had happened or who could have done this, and probably
never would. Whoever it was obviously had gotten their revenge,
for whatever this sorry looking man had done. He only hoped that
this would be the only time he would see a sight like this again.
But only time would tell…God willing, only time would tell.