Deviance Becomes Her Page 7

  “Meals, Ready to Eat! I have the place stocked with them so we’ll never starve.” He grinned like a shark, causing Pam’s hair rise on the back of her neck. Conrad didn’t look too stable.

  “Where are my clothes? Can I get up after I eat?” She hoped, as she did not want to parade around naked in front of him. She jangled the handcuffs again.

  “You don’t need clothes,” he replied in all seriousness.

  “Look—” she started.

  “Don’t tell me what I can and cannot do, Missy,” he interjected sternly, waving a finger in her face. “You’re in no position to argue and you’ll do as I say. I’m in charge here and if I want to fuck you, beat you, or whatever I want to do, I WILL!” he ended with a holler.

  Right then Pam knew she was in big trouble. He was nuts. She saw insanity glowing within his beady eyes.

  “Where…where are we?” she asked softly, trying not to agitate.

  “Headed to Columbia. Come on, eat! I don’t have all day. You are right handed correct?” He got his bulk up off the bed and left her alone. She could see the dazzling sun shining though the porthole. Another day. Was anyone even looking for her? And how would she ever be found on the high seas?

  While she ate her food carefully with her right hand, wishing she had a cup of that coffee which she could smell; Conrad was back in the large wood armoire digging out his toys of the day. However, he laid down for a quick nap after checking the autopilot one more time.

  * * *

  James and his crew were already far out to sea on the trail of Paper Tiger. James was sure Conrad would have taken the Haiti route, and that’s where they were headed. If he guessed wrong, there was nothing more he could do and it would be ‘so long, Pam’.

  “I’m going to contact the Coast Guard by tomorrow late morning if we don’t catch them…that’s the least I can do,” he said to Manny.

  Manny nodded his head in agreement. “If we do catch them, we will have to board without notice at night. That won’t be too hard even though there is a bright full moon. But we know what we’re doing,” Manny added with a serious tone.

  “I know you do, that’s why I have you guys on my team,” James replied as he pulled his light jacket tighter about him and zipped it up.

  * * *

  CHAPTER TWENTY-TWO

  Conrad released Pam and got her out of bed. He led her naked to the salon area of his yacht where he sat her down in a chair. She looked around and wondered what was in store for her. The restraints she saw dangling from the wood beam in the ceiling frightened her.

  He had his playroom all set up. The chains hanging from the ceiling ended in leather mitten cuffs that would enclose her entire hands, making her seem even more helpless.

  “I want you to put these on,” he commanded handing her a pair of black spike heeled lace-up boots. She bent forward and put them on without saying a word. “Now this…slip this on.” He handed her a leather garter belt with chain loops about it. She slipped it about her waist. She had nothing to attach the straps to, leaving them to dangle loosely about her thighs.

  He then slipped on a blindfold to cover her eyes, pulled her up from the chair, and led her over to the restraints; she wobbled a bit as she stepped carefully in the too large boots. Conrad got her into the restraints and hoisted her arms; lifting them over her head, yet it was not an uncomfortable height. The mittens made her feel very vulnerable.

  He stood back and observed his handiwork; his cock rose at the lovely site. A woman, helpless, blind, in the sexy black garter belt, and lace-up boots…totally in his control.

  Ohhhhh, I’m gonna have some fun today, he mused.

  He bent to restrain her ankles to a couple of bolts in the floor, spreading her legs. She felt the cool air against her open pussy lips. Picking up a stiff riding crop, he flicked the bat at her body, making her cry out in surprise as it hit her ass cheeks; snaking its way up between them to contact her pussy. He did not hurt her, just teased.

  After that gentle bit of torture, Conrad disappeared into another room; he reappeared, adjusting the hood. Pam’s sightless head quickly turned one way, then the other, searching for sounds.

  Suddenly her blindfold was ripped off and she let out a horrified scream. There before her was an evil, grinning ‘pig head’— snout and all! It suited Conrad’s flabby white body, seemingly like it belonged there.

  This is just too creepy, she thought with trepidation.

  “Does this alarm you my lovely?” He hissed as he ran his hands over her full tits, massaging, squeezing, and pinching her nipples; followed by running them down her quivering belly to tease above her mound.

  She closed her eyes and moaned. NO! She was not scared. She wanted him to do nasty things to her; she was helpless and extremely excited! “Touch me,” she whispered, thrusting her hips at him.

  “What? What do you want me to do?” The pig face cocked to the side like he hadn’t heard her correctly. The mask looked so horrifyingly real. “This?” He touched her cunt lightly, feeling its wetness.

  “Make me cum,” she moaned, thrusting against his fingers.

  “Oh, I want to play first,” he replied gruffly and left her.

  Conrad returned with a medium sized plastic pan, which he placed between her spread legs. She wondered what was going on, and strained her ears trying to decipher any noises behind her.

  Suddenly she felt him touching her butt cheeks, rubbing them, and lightly slapping. She wanted his fingers to delve into her pussy, but suddenly felt him dabbing at her asshole with some type of thick lubrication. His finger slipped inside. She moaned and tried to move away, not liking this much at all.

  “No, don’t go there, please,” she gasped.

  His response to that was to press a cylindrical metallic object to her rectum and start to shove. She cried out in pain. It was a syringe. He pushed the plunger slowly; the warm liquid filled her up. “Hold it,” he whispered.

  “I can’t, I can’t!” she cried out in fear and misery. Suddenly her bowels let loose with a whoosh, splashing into the plastic pan below. Pam suddenly felt shaky and weak. The smell was not pleasant.

  However, he wasn’t done yet. He inserted an inflatable butt plug with a release valve and a rubber tube running through it. He grabbed an enema bag, holding it high, letting the fluid once again fill Pam’s empty colon. The inflatable plug prevented her from pushing it out until the release time was right.

  “Now hold it!” he commanded. “I have several toys I am going to use on you, this is only the beginning!”

  “Oh God, I can’t!”

  He released the plug and she let her bowels go again, splashing into the plastic pan which was filling fast. Conrad was pulling hard on his stiff dick as he watched the water spill from her ass. That was what he wanted; just to see her let go. He added some more lubricant and stepped up behind her, reaching around to finger her slick pussy, as his dick slipped inside her tight rectum.

  Pam screamed out again, but willed herself to relax; his fingering felt good and she found herself becoming very aroused again. She caught sight of them in a long mirror she hadn’t noticed on a far wall. She saw his fat body pressed against her, his dick sliding in and out while he diddled her. Oh no, that did it.

  She pressed her pussy hard against his ravaging fingers and felt her vagina clasp and her clit throb, when abruptly she stiffened; then came in the throes of a delicious cum crying out, “Yes! Yes! Yes.…”

  Pam calmed herself and hung limply in the restraints, worn out. Conrad once again disappeared into another room leaving her alone in her thoughts. She loved this…craved it…her aching pussy was swollen and needed attention again. What was happening to her? She wondered if she could possibly be a nymphomaniac!

  Conrad returned with the whips he wanted to use. He appreciated seeing creamy white flesh laced with red stripes, the twisting of a human body trying to evade stinging lashes…enjoyed that very much.

  He started whipping Pam’s tits with a cat-
o-nine tails; ten tresses snapped to attention when he flicked rhythmically down her belly, thighs, and across her pussy, making her twist and moan in the restraints. He did it harder to leave red marks upon her sun kissed skin.

  Finally tiring of that, he took the leather handled riding crop once again and let the bat snap at her open pussy lips, listening to the wet tissues splash with each connection.

  Pam’s eyes glazed, her cunt swelled even more; it hurt, but it hurt good. “YES!” she cried out. “Oh God, oh God, oh God—” she groaned repeatedly.

  Conrad tired, but he wanted to torture her a little more. He stood close to her and put his hands about her neck; her eyes grew huge and she became frightened. His grip tightened slightly; the look in his eyes behind the pig mask did not look sane. He just might kill her and toss her overboard!

  “Conrad! Please,” she begged in a strangled voice. “Please let me go, I’ll do anything…anything.”

  He let go of her throat. “I know you will. I’m not going to kill you—” He left it hanging on that note, and then began to rummage around in a small metal box; finally pulling out a mean set of alligator nipple clamps. He attached them to her tits, and pressed them down fiercely, making her cry out. Subsequently, he took small, adjustable thumbscrew clamps with metal weights; attached them to each pussy lip, which stretched them down delightfully.

  He stood back and admired his work. He was silent. Standing in front of her naked, erection at full mast, with the pig mask…he made quite the frightening figure. But Pam could not deny the pleasure she was feeling amid the pain. He picked up a small bottle from a small table and uncapped it. A popper!

  “Breathe in,” he commanded holding the bottle to her nostril. She had no choice. Immediately her head felt light, heart pounding mightly in her ears…her pussy spurted and swelled as his frantic fingers dabbled around once more.

  He took a hit from the small amber bottle as well, slipping it under his mask. Again, he pinched the nipple clamps tighter, flattening her nipples to unbelievable thinness.

  She screamed and he gave her another hit. Her eyes rolled back in the semi-conscious state of lust. His fingers pinched and rolled her clit, making her moan and thrust her cunt. Her legs were quivering uncontrollably…she was going to cum.

  Conrad took another deep inhalation and put the bottle down. He gripped her again about the throat, as he stepped behind her. His dick rubbed on her ass as he reached around her to choke and pull her chin back, while fingering her pussy. Pam was astounded by her emotions…she loved this insane torment!

  She was cumming, but she could only gargle in her pleasure. Her head was spinning in ecstasy, as Conrad’s befuddled drug-induced mind snapped back to Cartagena, watching the final scene play out.

  * * *

  CHAPTER TWENTY-THREE

  Back in the dank Cartagena basement, the hooded men held the woman’s upper torso upright on the small table as the third man continued to fuck her. His thumbs rotated around her clit, which drove her fast into ecstasy, when the garrotter struck. He had quickly slipped the thin rope about her neck and twisted, pulling her head back.

  Her dark brown eyes flew wide open, and her mouth opened in a silent scream as she continued to get fucked.

  It was a struggle in futility. The other two men grabbed and squeezed her silicone tits, which at the angle she was bent made them stand upright like fleshy torpedoes. Her body was in an unnatural bow position and she had stopped gagging, though her hips continued to hump as the guy still fucked and manipulated her clit.

  Just as her face had taken on a slightly purple hue, the garrote was released. One of the men slapped her cheek sharply…her head snapped to the side causing her to gasp a huge breath of air. She tried to cry out but her throat was too raw. The man inside her pumped away…he was relentless. Finally, he pulled his dick out, and the others quit manhandling her clamped tits.

  One of the men appeared with a tin cup of water. He lifted her head gently with his other hand, she gratefully drank it all…licked her slightly swollen lips and croaked for more. The look on her face was pure lust as she voluntarily parted her thighs once more.

  Carlos shut off the camera.

  Conrad sat near her in stunned silence; his slack mouth hung open, his hand around his engorged cock, sticky with gobs of white cum. He didn’t even know he’d been stroking himself! All he knew was at the time she had nearly expired, the spasming body, the look of surprise on her face, eyes bugged almost completely out, made him explode.

  * * *

  Back in his present surroundings on the yacht, Conrad smiled again at the memory of that incredible night that altered him; relived that moment repeatedly almost every day. Subsequently, it was only but a few months later the same woman returned for another extreme scene and this time, expired at the hands of Carlos!

  Over the next few years Conrad had actually been involved in a few more brutal scenes that did result in death…at his hand. And he was more than ready to interact in another lethal scene as soon as he was able.

  He focused back on Pam who basically had gone limp from her intense orgasm and oxygen shortage. He found his fingers completely drenched with slick, sticky fluid she had produced in her state of ecstasy. He released her from her bonds and she collapsed against him, moaning softly.

  When Pam awakened completely a few minutes later, she found herself being laid upon the bed. Conrad was removing the clamps from her pussy lips and nipples, and she was in discomfort from the return of blood flow. She could not believe she had such incredible multiple orgasms while thinking she was dying from his tight grip around her neck.

  Oh no! He was doing something more to her; her pussy felt full and was aching. Looking down she saw the perverted glee in the eyes peering out from the pig mask, as his fingers slowly writhed up inside of her. He was trying to fist-fuck her! She tried to move away but was impaled! Was he ever going to stop? Her insides would almost certainly never be the same.

  * * *

  James called Barbie on his radio and let her know their progress. He had shown her how to use the home radio before he left and she found herself listening constantly for it to go off.

  When she heard his call coming in, she nearly flew from the living room to the kitchen to answer. “Nothing has been found yet”, he relayed. He would be calling the Coast Guard soon.

  Once again, Barbie felt completely helpless, scared for Pam, and poured herself another vodka. She had doubts she would ever see her dear friend again.

  * * *

  CHAPTER TWENTY-FOUR

  It was late; Conrad was once again at the helm, and Pam was catching up on some much-needed sleep. He replayed the sex scenes that had transpired today and found he was incredibly worn out.

  Having sex at his disposal was only good for a certain amount of time before one got either bored or just plain exhausted. Once he had his orgasm, he was pretty much done! He took a healthy sip of his scotch and sighed. He went over his plans of what he was going to do once he reached Columbia.

  Conrad decided to call it quits for the evening. He would sleep in the other room since he had Pam locked in hers. She could not escape anyway, but if she ever decided to cold-cock him during the night, or worse, kill him, she could and would. Never trust a woman, he vowed.

  He finished his stiff drink, set the autopilot, and headed for the bathroom to get ready for bed.

  * * *

  The Paper Tiger had been under surveillance for quite some time. Conrad, being so occupied with Pam and using his autopilot, totally missed the fact he was being tailed by a smaller craft.

  The small band of pirates had their eye on the luxury yacht for the last several hours. They did not see much activity at all so figured the crew was minimal. They would approach and board that night.

  A couple of hours later, while Conrad and Pam slept off their exhaustion, the six pirates glided up to the yacht. Quickly and silently, they tossed a hook ladder to the side and clambered up. Presently on board,
they began their search of the occupants.

  In the main bedroom, Conrad was awakened with a gun in his mouth. He tried to scream but was punched unconscious.

  * * *

  Conrad, wearing only a pair of white boxer shorts, woke to find himself tied up on the wood floor of the salon where hours earlier, he was enjoying Pam’s succulent body. He could not see much as it was still dark, but the moonlight displayed the silent figures of the men well enough. They whispered among themselves in broken English. Someone found the switch and flooded the room in light.

  “What do you want?” Conrad asked, hoping it was only money. However, seeing them plainly at this time, he felt dread. These guys of various ages looked like savages; some dressed in ragged military camouflage, and some in tee shirts and shorts. A couple of them hid their faces in colorful head wraps, making them even more intimidating. Their dark eyes looked murderous. All of them had what appeared to be AK-47’s or some sort of assault rifles slung over their shoulders.

  “Shut up,” said one of them, who appeared to be the leader, in a heavily accented voice. “We want whatever we can find.”

  “I’ve got money—” Conrad started to say before he was hit smartly on the side of the head with a gun butt, almost knocking him out again. He felt a hot trickle of wetness along the side of his eye. Blood!

  He tried kicking his bound legs back and forth, fighting for his life at this point. A couple of the pirates began kicking his body, over and over: kidneys, stomach, balls, which nearly made him vomit. A kick to the head shattered his jaw. His mind reeled in pain as darkness threatened to overtake him. He lay quietly, feigning unconsciousness. This is going to be bad, he thought miserably.

  The six men concentrated on finding what valuables they could take. One man tried another door only to find it locked.