To have and To Hold
By Baer-chen
Part I - Preparations
The fiery red haired bounty hunter sat across the table waiting patiently for
his answer. Glancing at the table he knew what he wanted, but was not sure he if
he trusted the gorgeous, but strangely evil looking woman who had offered to
punish and kill his former "friend" for the price on the contract laying in
front of him. His thoughts raced as he contemplated her words. Then centered on
his "friend". He hated her. He hated everything about her. He wanted to hurt
her...he wanted to kill her. But did he really need the bitch sitting before
him?
His mind drifted back to the party where he had met her. She was the one that
had caused his pain, it was all her fault, she was a slut and she had to
suffer... He first saw her by the fireplace in the back of the room. She was
talking to another guest at a party thrown by one of his former Corporate
Directors. He had never seen a woman like her before except on the TV or on the
net. She was that girl that he had spent night after night searching porn site
after porn site for. She was tall, sexy and definitely off limits for guys like
him. The dress she was wearing was pure white and flowed gracefully from her
shoulders as if it was tailored only for her. While her breasts were not huge,
through the dress he could tell that they had perfect form and were natural.
Her waist while small seductively accented her alluring hips and from behind she
had the ass men would die to sink their manhood into. But her body was just
icing on the cake! She had a face men only saw in wet dreams and thick blonde
hair, which fell to the swell of her back. She was the girl of his dreams, the
girl he could only dream about...
But that night was different. He made up his mind that he was going to at least
try. One chance in a million, but a chance that he had to take because he knew
he would dream about her for weeks maybe even months to come. Gathering all his
strength he approached her. Nervously squeezing the glass in his hand he
positioned himself next to her and tried to get her attention. She quickly
glanced over at him then went back to talking to her friend. He was temporarily
dismayed, but knew he must press forward. Not knowing what to say he removed
his silver cigarette case from his breast pocket and casually excused himself
and asked her for a light. With a small, but seductive smile she turned from
the friend politely said, "No." Anticipating this he mustered all his strength
and charm he redirected his intentions to the dance floor and asked her to
dance. Again her sweet angelic voice replied, "No, I'm sorry, but I don't feel
like dancing like now." His heart fell like a stone and he mustered a smile
then slunk off to a nearby chair. He was devastated, but his eyes were forced
back to the beauty in the corner. He wanted her so bad, but in the worst way.
He imagined her naked as he stripped her with his eyes, he imagined her sucking
his penis and swallowing his cum. He imagined her lying spread Eagle on a bed
and from behind ass lifted ready to be used for his lust. But this was all in
his imagination and would only be in his imagination. Fore she didn't even give
him a second look; she barely even acknowledged his advances. He felt the anger
in his chest but what could he do. He had expected this outcome and had
expected the rejection. What he didn't expect was that suddenly she was walking
toward him. Her hips gently swayed as she approached him and his heart raced.
He stood up. In that same angelic voice she looked him in the eyes, with her
gorgeous soft blue eyes and softly said, "I think Ill take you up on that offer
to dance." His heart jumped as he took her hand and led her to the dance floor
as if in a trance.
Dancing with her was better than he could have possibly imagined. His hand on
her hip and her hand in his other. He pulled her close as the song the band
played reached its climax and he gently leaned close to her mouth to kiss her.
Amazingly he found her kissing him back. As there tongues danced in each other's
mouths he heart began to race once again, not only because this was really
happening, but also all eyes in the room were on them. They were the objects of
attention and the he could feel the jealousy of every man in the room. His
erection was uncontrollable. Slowly his hand slipped from her hip to her
perfectly toned stomach. He slowly massaged her mid section as they danced on.
His hand did not however stop there. It traveled upward to the base of her
breast, slowly as if testing the water he moved it higher, quickly fondling the
delicious globe of meat. He didn't actually feel the first one, but suddenly
their embrace had been broken and his face stung as if on fire. Looking at her
in puzzlement he saw her swing again. This time she smacked him in the eye
causing it to tear. He stammered backwards just as a large man grabbed him and
dragged him out of the room. Finally recovering he shouted, "What the fuck?!?"
But the man was already forcing him out the door into the rainy night.
For weeks the embarrassment and shame of that night haunted him to the point
that he became obsessed with the incident. Thoughts of guilt turned to anger
and thoughts of anger to rage. At work people stopped talking to him and the he
could hear the word pervert whispered from time to time as he came around
corners. It was enough to make him mad. Finally on a Thursday, two weeks after
the incident his manager told him that he was being fired for lack of
productivity. He stared at her in disbelief, but he knew the real reason for
his termination. The women of the office hated him now and all refused to work
with him. He had been martyred and the company would not stand for that.
Shaking his head he packed up his office lowered his head and began to walk out
to his car.
Somewhere between the door of the office building and the walk to his car his
mind snapped. Dropping his box he turned to the building and silently, in his
broken mind vowed to get revenge on the whore that started this and vowed he
would see her suffer.
"Sir? Sir?!? I need an answer, I'm a busy woman you know..." His mind snapped
back to the red head across the table and his mouth muttered the words, "I want
her to suffer before she dies..." A small grin graced her beautiful face and she
ran her hand though her beautiful red hair. "Well then Mr. Cam we have
preparations to make, but I need you to know that if this is your choice... it's
going to cost you. I need reimbursement for my time and expertise in these
matters, plus the facility we will be taking her to is going to cost you 5,000
US dollars per day." "Agreed." he muttered. "Now then Mr. Cam keep in mind
that I will need to know how long you want this to last. I can make a woman
suffer for days even weeks if you're willing to pay." Thinking for a second his
response was, "I don't know, I don't even know what you have in mind..." Once
again the same wicked little smile came across her face and her simple response
was "Trust me, by tomorrow she'll be begging to suck your dick, by Wednesday
she'll be begging me to let you kill her. Once I skinned a girl from head to toe
and managed to keep her alive for 20 hours before she died for one client. For
another I helped him break every bone in her body before we buried her alive and
last week actually, I had a client request to have his Ex cooked and eaten
alive. The taste was unique to say the least.... But it's all up to you. I can
tell you more during our trip if you like." She was proud of her resume and it
showed. "Its no problem actually, when we get back to my facility there will
be plenty of time to decide, my name is Natalie by the way and I think we should
get going..." Cam nodded and for the first time in months a small smile crept
onto his face, excited, he looked over to the corner at his kneeling "friend"
tied, gagged and listening to every word they had said.
It was only about 6 hours to their destination by small charter plane, but by
the end Cam was itching to get off the plane. His prize had been transported in
a wooden cargo crate with holes so she could breath. She had been drugged so
she was unconscious for the entire trip. Nat stretched her arms as she got off
the plane and glanced over to the crate, "I trust sleeping beauty had a nice
trip," she playfully jested. Grinning Cam simply replied, "yes". "What's her
name by the way?" Nat questioned. "Katrina." He responded and looked toward the
small cargo truck that was approaching them. "Ride's here!" Nat proclaimed and
walked toward the truck as the men got out to fetch the crate.
Cam spent the next two hours blindfolded so he would never know how to get back
to the "facility" Nat was taking him to. When they got there, he thought he was
looking at dozens of old abandoned warehouse, but as they entered one and
proceeded to take a password protected elevator down a couple levels he realized
that the exterior was just a front. They were in some sort of a bunker.
Finally the elevator came to a stop and all parties exited. The men pushed past
with the crate and carried down a long corridor. As Cam started to follow Nat
stopped him and gently pulled him in another direction. "Oh don't worry about
her, she needs to be cleaned up first, we'll get started on her in the morning,
right now I'm going to show you to your room so you can rest up before
tomorrow's fun. All the necessities you need are provided in your room and if
you need anything else just call using the phone in your room.
As she led him down corridor after corridor he was amazed by the beauty and
elegance of the underground labyrinth they were in. The floors were covered in
lush carpet and the walls with beautiful paintings and elaborate lighting
fixtures. The corridors were brightly lit and there was a pleasant atmosphere
to the entire place. Reaching a small room Nat gestured for Cam to sit down.
Sitting at the large table several naked women emerged from adjoining rooms and
served the two a dinner of Stew, vegetables and delicious meat that Cam could
not place. When he asked Natalie what the meat was she simply smiled and said,
"It tastes great right? Just enjoy!" then went back to eating her meal.
After dinner Kat gracefully glided over to Cam and gestured for him to follow
him again. Finally they reached a door, which Nat pointed out, was the door to
his room, unlocked it and handed him the key. He entered the room and sat down
on the bed. Following him into the room Nat sat on the bed next to him, opened
a drawer and took out a book from the nightstand next to him. Opening the book
as a Mother opens a book of nursery rhymes, Nat began to show him the contents
of the book. "This is to give you an idea of what you want for tomorrow" she
said slowly turning the pages. Each page was covered with picture after picture
of women undergoing various forms of torture. Racks, whips, needles, hammers
and burning sticks were only some of the implements used in the first few pages.
As Nat went on briefly explaining the photos Cam's eyes grew as she moved along
further into the book. As she went on the tortures got more gruesome to the
point that Cam almost looked away. Before Cam's eyes now were pictures of women
being dipped in to vats of boiling oil, women being skinned alive and things
that even Nat had a hard time explaining. Placing the book next to Cam on the
bed, Nat stood up and stretched her arms, "Well I guess this is good night," and
started to the door. Quickly she spun around, "Oh one last thing...Are you
horny?" she asked. "Fucking right!" he announced, his eyes immediately
transfixed on the sultry vixen who would be torturing Katrina to death in the
morning. Gazing at her in the light he realized just how fucking hot she really
was, her fiery red hair, intense blue eyes, large full breast and curves a guy
could masturbate to for weeks. Nat giggled, "Not me silly...not yet at
least...I had someone else in mind for you, I need to get my rest like you for
tomorrow." Gently mussing his hair she sat down next to him again and picked up
the phone and had a short conversation in a language that Cam did not
understand.
Two minutes later there was a soft knock on the door. Nat got up and opened the
door. Standing there next to a guard was a short blonde who couldn't have been
more than 17 years old. Nat dismissed the guard and put her arm around the girl
drawing her into the room. "Sometimes our clients don't request that their
subjects be killed and leave them here to live the rest of their short lives
being tortured and used by our staff and guests. Tara here was sold to us, for a
15k reimbursement. Because she is so adorably cute its very hard for the staff
not to torture her regularly, daily actually, but the girls we hold indefinitely
like Tara are only fucked in the mouth by the staff when they feel the urge to
rape her. Their pussy's and Asses are saved for our clients like you." Tara
whimpered softly and slowly walked over to Cam and knelt before him and reached
for his belt buckle. Nat kicked her in the side of the head sending her
sprawling across the floor. "Not so fast WHORE! Where are your fucking
manners??" This was the first time Cam heard Nat raise her voice and the first
side he saw a glimpse if her darker side.
Struggling to regain her balance on her knees Tara bowed her head and
vehemently began to beg Nat for forgiveness. "One more infraction like that
whore and you'll be spending a day in the Salt room with me missy!" Nat said,
her voice calm and soft again. The girl did not lift her head, but softly began
to cry trying to control her breathing so she would not enrage the mistress
again. "Now slut, you're going to spend the night with Mr. Cam here and he's
going to fuck you, rape you whatever he wants to call it. If you piss him off
he will torture you. I suggest you don't piss him off because he's new to this
and if he gets pissed enough he may fuck you up badly." Whispering in Cam's ear
Nat softly said, "You are free to do with her as you like, but you are not
allowed to mutilate, amputate and generally do anything permanent to her. Use
her mouth, her pussy and her ass for your dick and you can torture her a bit if
you like. There's whips, clamps, pincers and stuff in you other end table, but
don't ruin the merchandise sort speak. If she upsets you we found that she is
especially sensitive behind her knees. It's amazing actually, stick a couple of
steel needles in the back of her knees and she goes insane. It's quite nice to
watch. Most girls don't have nearly the wonderful reaction as she does, but for
some reason she can't take that form of torture. I guess they all have their
breaking points... Oh and last thing before I go, her piss hole has been
plugged up internally so it wont get in your way. We haven't let her piss in
almost six days now so her bladder is causing her agonizing pain at the moment.
If you want to use this a leverage tool for yourself go right ahead, but just
lie to her. Do not remove it because you don't know how and you may seriously
hurt her. If you mention removal to her she will beg you for hours to let her
pee. Just look her in the eyes and lie to her to get her to do what you want.
It's kind of fun actually." Nat walked to the door and looked back, "Night
Mister Cam, you have fun, but don't stay up to late we have a long day ahead of
us!" Glancing over to Tara who's head was still bowed, she said in a sweet
motherly voice, "Chin up sweetheart, tomorrow we're going to let you pee and if
your EXTRA good we won't fill your bladder right back up again! Hahahah! Oh
and honey, remember Wednesday you get to go to the Dentist again, so you can
look forward to that. Night night!"
