Heather Meets the Vile Gamer ...part 1
Have you ever known life to imitate art? Or at least what passes for art? I
have. It happened to me. I'm still not sure how much of it I'm responsible
for. Maybe all of it.
Perhaps you've read my short story, "The Taking of Heather"? It's a
completely fictional tale based on my twisted fantasies and originally written
for an online friend as a bedtime story--or so I told him. Yeah, it was all
cute and teasing and harmless at the time. The story has made the rounds over
the internet since then and has even been posted to a newsletter. Mostly I
send it to people I meet online who have similar fantasies. Once again,
harmless. We're all fairly anonymous in cyber-space. Even sending pictures
doesn't cause any harm....or so I thought.
I met Chuck online after reading a story he wrote called "The Vile Gamer".
Like "Heather", it was also written in first-person form....except it was told
from a rapist's point of view--it was like a chilling look into his mind. The
bragging, ironic tone almost read like a manifesto. I thought it was very
descriptive and quite good It was unfortunately posted to a site of the
worst-written rape stories I'd ever read. This one was definitely different.
I could tell this guy had real talent so I clicked his email link at the bottom
of the page and sent simply two words, "Great Story!!" I was pleasantly
surprised a few days later when he replied.
We corresponded frequently after that, and even chatted real time thru an
instant messenger service. Everything was very friendly and "normal". We
seemed to have many of the same interests. Of course I sent him "The Taking of
Heather". I was dying to know what another writer would think of it. He said
it was wonderful. We were a mutual admiration society of two. After seeing my
picture posted on my web page he flattered me further by informing me that I
would be the subject of his next "Vile Gamer" story.
Ok, so we clicked, but we didn't realize just how much till we did our first
roleplay. His writing talent was evident as we did a scene similar to the one
in my story--villain breaks in and ravishes the unsuspecting and stoned
heroine. It was similar in setting but different as well. Although he didn't
terrorize her with phone calls first (a touch I picked up from horror movies),
Chuck's villain had more of a vicious mean streak than my Dark One. The things
he wrote shocked and thrilled me at the same time. I could actually feel my
heart racing at his words. I played off of his lead perfectly (so he said
later) and the result was an intensely satisfying drama.
After our roleplay our chats became darker--more focused on our shared
fantasies. He vowed to find me someday and make it all real. I suppose I
should have been scared--or at least more cautious, but I didn't take him
seriously. Why would I? I mean, the guy lived several states away and had a
life.
I didn't help matters at all. In fact I made things worse--I know that now.
I sent him many pictures of myself in various sexy poses and states of undress.
No nudes, but several of them may as well have been. He particularly liked
the ones of me gagged. I was even so bold as to record and send him sound wavs
of myself trying to beg and scream while gagged. Why did I do it? I suppose
it gave me a thrill knowing I was turning someone on from far away. The
thought that he was looking at my pictures and listening to my wavs and
fantasizing about me made me feel desirable, ....beautiful.
His reactions to the things I sent him were more than satisfying. The internet
is truly a paradise for teases.
Unfortunately there was a price to pay, and I was about to pay it....big time.
Every once in a while I go to the movies alone. It probably seems strange to
some, but to me it's a wonderful escape. Without a companion it's easy to lose
myself in the story and turn off all other thoughts. My husband hates going,
and never seems to mind when I go, so when things get to be too much and I need
to get out of the house and chill for awhile it's time for movie night.
Sometime in the middle of that week while Chuck and I were chatting, I told
him about my movie nights and how I was due for another one. He asked me
casually when I was planning to go.
"This Saturday night", was my reply.
"Do you go right after work or wait till the later show?"
"The late one", I answered.
Since becoming manager of the store I work at, I have to work till 7 pm every
Saturday, but since I have Sundays off, Saturday nights are perfect for movie
night. I have plenty of time to go home first, spend time with my daughter and
put her to bed before heading to the theater. My husband, Tom, also enjoyed
those few hours to himself.
Chuck was amused when I told him how I liked to get there at least a half-hour
early so I can smoke a joint in the car first.
"Well, I hope you're careful not to be seen."
"Oh sure. I park way in the back so I can see all the traffic and I've never
been caught yet", I bragged.
"What kind of car do you drive? I hope it's not one that draws a lot of
attention."
Oh how casually and cleverly he slipped that question in. Without any
trepidation at all I answered that it was a dark blue Bonneville and didn't
really stand out that much.
"Be careful..." he wrote, " You could be abducted someday".
I typed a big LOL to that and moved on to another subject. Before the
conversation was over, he asked what I planned to go see. His interest in this
didn't bother me at all. Why would it?
I didn't see him online again for the rest of the week, but there really
wasn't anything unusual about that. Often we'd go for days without catching
each other online.
Saturday night finally came. It had been a really hectic week and I was very
much looking forward to my little escape and being off the next day. I didn't
change clothes; just wore what I'd worn to work that day--dress pants, a light
low-cut sweater with sleeves that end at the elbows and my low black heels.
Underneath, I had on my red bra, black panties and black thigh-high stockings.
Lately I had taken to wearing sexy underthings because they made me feel sexy.
Sometimes it's a real spirit-booster.
I pulled into the parking lot around 9 p.m. The movie wouldn't start till
9:30 so I had plenty of time to smoke my other little spirit booster. I
proceeded to do just that while keeping my eyes peeled for cops or nosy people.
It was so pleasant to just sit there smoking and listening to the radio.
After I felt sufficiently high and relaxed, I put the roach in my little tin
box and lit a cigarette. The movie would be starting in about 15 minutes. I
planned to finish the cigarette, park a little closer, then stagger inside and
grab a seat.
I remember that a song I liked a lot was starting to play and I reached down
to turn it up. When my eyes lifted there was a car cruising very close to
mine. It circled me once, then parked right next to me I could see the lone
driver--a man with dark hair and dark eyes--staring at me, which made me
uncomfortable but not scared. Mostly I was just glad I'd finished my joint.
The man got out of his car, still staring at me. He was handsome...tall, lean
but with muscles. I averted my eyes and thought maybe I should put the
driver's side window back up. I always keep it up while smoking the weed so
passers-by don't get a whiff, but after I'm finished I put it down so the smoke
can escape and I can smoke my cigarette without choking. My hand moved toward
the button that moves the window up and down electronically, but I was a beat
too late, because suddenly his face was in my open window.
Smiling at me he said, "Hi Heather".
I nearly fainted...you see it was just like my story. Heather is my online
name.
I opened my mouth to say something lame like "who are you?" but I knew good
and well who it was. Only an online friend would call me Heather, and only one
online friend knew where I would be this night--and what time and what color
car and that I was stoned and muddled. Jeez why didn't I just send him a map
and an engraved invitation while I was at it?
Before I could even begin to utter the stupid question on my lips I heard a
loud click and was horrified to see a pearl-handled switchblade in his hand.
He wasn't overtly threatening me with it--at least not yet. He was still just
looking at me--looking me up and down in fact--and holding it lightly and
casually in his hand as though it were nothing more threatening than a pencil.
My eyes could barely leave the wicked-looking blade. One look at his eyes was
even scarier. They were so dark and cold. I felt rooted to the spot...almost
hypnotized...frozen with shock and fear.
His next words were spoken in a low and menacing voice that made my blood run
cold.
"You're not going to see any movie tonight, you teasing little bitch."
I gasped at being spoken to this way by somebody I thought was a friend, but
before I could protest he snarled, "This is what you're going to do. Get out
of your car real slow, get into mine and don't make a sound. If you scream I
swear it's the last sound you'll ever make Do you believe me?"
Stunned into silence, I nodded absently. What the hell had just happened?
The sudden terror was so unexpected. I'd been feeling so mellow and at peace
only 20 seconds ago...
My eyes shifted to the keys still dangling from the ignition. My brain
desperately tried to shout a message to the rest of me....TURN THE DAMN KEY!!!
PEEL THE FUCK OUT OF HERE!!!! Yeah, easy for my brain to say. I couldn't
even move I was so scared. I mean, he was still in my window...his face only
inches from mine...and there was that blade....that sharp gleaming blade. Any
sudden moves on my part and I could just imagine that blade whipping across my
throat....
He either noticed where my eyes were looking or he read my mind, because even
though I hadn't moved a muscle he said "Don't even think about trying that.
I'll slice your fucking throat right here cunt. Trust me, you'll never have
time to even reach that key. Wanna try it?"
I felt my throat closing....tears welling up in my eyes. My breathing had
become too rapid and was sounding ragged and screamy in my own ears. Here was
the mind-numbing, muscle-contracting fear that I was so fascinated with while
safely spinning stories and roleplays on my computer. This was it. The real
thing. So this is what it feels like, I remember thinking at one point. So
this is what it's like to be really afraid. At the moment the only fantasy I
longed for was one in which I'd stayed home that night.
I kept praying this was some kind of sick joke on his part and any moment he'd
crack up laughing and say "Gotcha!!" or something. That hope was fading fast.
But I had to talk to him. I mean this was Chuck! My pal!! The guy who was so
friendly and flattered that I'd liked his story. Surely he was just a regular
person like me who happened to have a twisted fantasy or two. Didn't we all?
Nobody acted on them!
"Chuck?", I managed to gasp out. "Chuck...c'mon....you're just kidding
ar-..." my words were cut off sharply as he yanked my car door open..
"Shut the FUCK UP you stupid BITCH!! Do what I SAY....NOW!!"
I knew that once I got out of my car and into his I would be in big trouble.
Completely at his mercy. But what else could I do? He was too close for me to
get away and with the threats he'd made, it appeared I was already in big
trouble. My only hope it seemed, would be to do as he said, then maybe I
could reason with him before things got too far out of hand. Yeah....right.
I could feel my lips trembling as I looked up at him...trying to plead with my
eyes since he wouldn't let me speak.
He glared at me. "Now bitch....OUT. We have somewhere to go. Things to do.
Heh hehehehe"
Still looking up at him piteously I tried again. "Please...", I whimpered,
"don't do this"
Suddenly he had a painful grip on my arm and was pulling me out of the car. I
really couldn't believe this was happening. I was damning myself for choosing
such an isolated place to be parked. But then I always parked in the isolated
spots on these occasions.
"You're starting to piss me off honey. You don't want to do that".
Would he really murder me in this public parking lot if I screamed or tried to
run? I realized that if he was crazed enough to come all this way for me then
he was capable of anything. Before I could debate with myself further on the
matter, I was already inside his car...having been rudely shoved into the
passenger side and landing on my butt. In a flash he was slamming his own door
and starting the engine. My fate was sealed now and I knew it.
Feeling totally defeated for the moment, I huddled in the seat as far against
the door as I could get, crying in fear and utter despair. He kept looking
over at me and snickering. Touching my hair....my face. Crooning and sneering
at me in turn.
This was just too much. I had to try again to reason with him. With a great
effort I attempted to get my voice under control.
"Chuck....P-please....can't we please just talk for a minute? Please listen
to me"
He turned to me grinning.
"Oh...time to beg huh? Ok let's hear it then! This should be good". As
though whatever I had to say was only for his amusement. But it was my only
hope.
"I.....I thought we were friends", I heard myself say in a shaking voice.
"Oh sure. We're about to get real friendly!" he leered.
"NO!! I mean.....why? Why are you doing this to me? You're scaring
me....and ...and you're nice!! I know you are!" I could hear myself start to
babble in my desperation. I really wasn't doing a very good job of getting out
of this.
"Why??" He laughed outright, "WHY?? Remember all those sexy pictures? The
wavs?"
I could feel my face burning, remembering how I enjoyed doing that. How
exciting it was for me knowing I was turning him on.
"Besides", he added, "stop acting so shocked. You told me where you'd be
tonight, what time, where you park. Hell, girl...you even described your car
to me. You want this, slut. You know you do".
I think my jaw dropped when he said that. Yes, I'd told him these things, but
how could I know he would actually travel just to find me? Somehow that made
my situation even worse. What chance would I have of talking him out of this
when he went to this much effort to make it happen?
"NO!!" I said loudly. "we were just talking!!"
"Dumbass bitch!! You knew I'd come looking for you someday. I told you I
would....and you made it so easy!"
Tears were overtaking me again as I continued to protest.
"I didn't know you were serious! I didn't KNOW!! We....we....it was all in
fun! Oh please Chuck, I don't want this ok? I really DON'T! I'm sorry you
misunderstood but please just stop this now!! Take me back to my car ok
Chuck?? PLEEEASE???" I was pleading desperately....my words coming
too fast, my voice trembling and teary. He was shaking his head and laughing
like I'd just told a hilarious joke. My heart sank.
"You're too much! You know that? You really thought you could just keep
teasing me like that? What am I? A fuckin toy you like to play with?" I
shook my head but he continued. "Well fuck you bitch! You're the toy tonight.
My own little fuck toy. I'm gonna play with you however I want. Just
remember, bitch....this is your fault."
As we continued to speed toward whatever destination he had planned, I sank
further into my seat with my hands over my face....covering my eyes in shame
and horror. Oh Christ, I thought....what had I done?
**********
The rest of that car ride was surreal. I have no idea how long it was. He
began leering at me again--touching me again as I cringed; touching my breasts
and between my legs with one hand while he drove. He was torturing me with
threats of what was going to happen to me when we got stopped....
"Yeeeaahhh....oh baby you're gonna get a fuckin allright. I'm gonna fuck you
so hard......everywhere. Your mouth, your pussy....that tight little
ass....ohhh, you're mine now bitch".
Stunned and terrorized by his words I barely moved, just trembled all over,
wailing things like "Ohhhh shit!! oh God oh NOOO!"
"Shut the fuck up cunt, we're almost there."
I looked around, wondering where he was taking me. I saw a hotel sign looming
ahead. I allowed a slight hope to shine thru the muddled fear. There were
other people at hotels.....if I could just get somebody's attention....
"Listen up bitch cause this is what's gonna happen." His hand snaked out and
grabbed my face, wet with tears. "I'll be parking right in front of the
room--only a few feet to walk. We won't draw as much attention that way. Now
when I get parked you just keep your ass in that seat till I open your door for
you--real gentleman-like. Don't forget my blade either. I swear if you try to
run or make one damn sound I'll slice you on the spot. Got it?"
I nodded, sniffling...trying hard not to panic.
He smiled again, looking pleased. "Good slut"
When we were parked he paused to look me up and down again.
"You're going to be so much fun....damn I can't wait" The look in his eyes
scared me so bad.
Suddenly he was out of the car and moving rapidly to my side. The door opened
and I realized there would be no more chance to run. I was too scared to try
screaming. I don't even know if a scream would have made it past my closed
throat. He was gripping my arm again as he led me the few feet to the door.
Within seconds we were inside.
The bottom truly dropped out when he shut and locked the door. What little
control I had left deserted me as I felt hysteria closing in.
He was advancing toward me, a predatory look in his dark eyes and an evil
smile on his handsome face. I was backing away from him, aware of just how
little space there was to back into. I was shaking my head,
whimpering...."Nooo....no please. Chuck please don't....NOOO!!!" Soon he
would pounce like the damn animal he was, then God help me.
When I could back up no further and he was inches away from me, I suddenly
kicked him as hard as I could in the shin, then dashed madly for the door. I
couldn't help but feel a small bit of satisfaction when I heard a startled,
pained curse as the slightly pointed toe of my shoe connected, but oh god if he
caught me....
"OWW!! OH YOU FUCKING NO-GOOD BITCH!!!", I heard him yell as I grappled with
the doorknob--in my panic I seemed to forget it was locked. Oh I was batting a
thousand tonight. Breathing way too hard and too fast I finally found the lock
and was fumbling with it as I heard him cursing and stomping after me.
Before I could make any progress with the lock, I gasped as I was yanked
painfully backwards by my long hair. Spinning me around he began slapping me
hard across my face. I felt my lip split and tasted blood. He slapped me
repeatedly while I shrieked--hoping someone would hear me and come to my
rescue. He pulled me further into the room, away from the door, and stopped
slapping me long enough to give me a hard shove which sent me sprawling onto
the bed. Then he was on me, holding me down while I continued to howl in pain
and fear.
"SHUT....UP!!!" I heard him growl between clenched teeth. Then I heard that
ominous click again, and for the first time felt the sharp blade against my
throat. My struggles and screams ended abruptly.
"Bitch, do I have to kill you after all? DO I???"
Reduced to whimpers once again, I pleaded for my life.
"NO!! I'm sorry, I'm sorry no please don't kill me!", hitching back a sob, I
continued, "I was just scared...oh please Chuck don't kill me, don't hurt me
anymore!" I think I kept saying his name to remind him of his humanity or
something, but it didn't work.
"Are you gonna be a good whore now?" he queried, while putting more pressure
on the blade at my throat.
"Yes", I croaked
"SAY IT!!"
The blade was starting to break the skin. In his fury he was pushing it harder.
Hysterically I cried out, "YES!!! YES I'LL BE A GOOD WHORE!!"
He then made me say I was a filthy cum-slurping slut and that I wanted his big
cock. Finally with great relief I felt the knife leave my neck and my hands
went there automatically to feel what damage had been done. There was a little
blood, but luckily the cut didn't appear to be deep.
My humiliation wasn't complete just yet. He pulled me off the bed by my hair
and flung me to the middle of the room. I stumbled, but managed not to fall.
"Now get em off", he commanded.
I stood there shaking, not quite comprehending, which pissed him off some
more.
"Are you deaf now as well as dumb?", he snapped. "Strip Bitch!!"
One look at his face told me not to argue. Feeling numb now, I quickly pulled
my sweater off as if I were at home--undressing in my own bedroom after a long
day. Oh dammit how I wished I were there! Hesitating only a moment, I then
undid my pants, my face burning from both the embarrassment and the recent
slaps.
"Go slower slut!", he bellowed.
For the first time I glared at him. He laughed.
"C'mon, don't be in such a hurry. I'll fuck you soon enough. Let me see what
you've got first".
"I hate you!!", I hissed, "I'll never talk to you again!" Pretty lame, I
know, and probably really stupid as well, but he just laughed, amused by my
outburst.
"Just do it slut"
Not really sure what he wanted, I slowly pushed my pants to the floor and
stepped out of them. When he saw my thigh-highs he whistled with approval.
"Yeah honey, leave those on. You really were expecting me huh? With your
whore underwear" Mocking laughter followed.
I didn't even bother to argue as I looked at him with dull hate. Slowly,
without any more prompting, I removed my bra next, then my panties...all the
while trying not to hear his wolf whistles and comments about my body.
He'd sat on the end of the bed sometime during my strip and now that I was
nude save for my stockings and heels, I stood still as he stared.
"Come here"
I trembled harder, but knew better than to refuse. Slowly I moved forward
till I was standing in front of him. He picked up my red bra from the floor
nearby and turned me around, pulling my wrists together behind my back, binding
them together tightly with my own bra. Turning me back around to face him he
started pushing me down by my shoulders.
"On your knees where you belong whore" I let myself sink to them while he was
pushing me and nearly lost my balance.
I knew what was next and I couldn't look. When I heard the sound of his
zipper, I closed my eyes tightly and kept them closed while I heard him
undressing. They flew open again, startled when he grabbed me by my hair once
again. I gasped to see his huge, swollen weapon right in my face. While
gripping my head firmly by the hair, he pulled my face closer and began rubbing
it on my lips. I couldn't move my head, but my lips were clamped together. I
knew that wouldn't help, that he'd get it in there eventually. But every part
of me was crying out at the outrage and disgust I felt at what he was going to
make me do. I was desperately fighting back tears--I musn't cry!! If I cried
I knew I could suffocate. Oh god I knew I could suffocate anyway, crying or
not.
"Open up Bitch", he let go of his dick and once again I felt the knife at my
throat. That did it. Not wanting to get cut again, I quickly obeyed. With no
hesitation he shoved himself forward. My mouth was being forced open as wide
as possible to accommodate the sudden invasion. Don't panic, oh don't panic oh
please oh god please let this be over with soon...I kept repeating this in my
head, trying to stay calm.
"Ohhhhh....yeaaahhh Slut. Suck it....suck it gooood"
Odd that he should say that, since sucking isn't exactly what I was doing.
There was nothing I could do but endure as I was subjected to an oral rape of
terrible brutality. He stood, his legs apart somewhat to get better leverage I
suppose, and dropped the knife as he clutched my hair in both hands. Holding
my head helplessly still this way, he begain thrusting into my mouth
hard....going deeper with each cruel shove. I could feel my throat trying to
gag as the head of this horrible weapon battered it with every forward thrust
of his hips. My jaw muscles began aching badly. I couldn't try to back away
since he was holding my head in place so firmly and my hands were tied so
tightly behind my back.
I was given a brief few moments of relief when he pulled out and began rubbing
his saliva-wet cock all over my face. I was gasping in as much air as
possible, and it was a good thing I was because the assault on my mouth and
throat were only just beginning.
He shoved his hateful instrument of torture into my mouth again, but instead
of the frantic in and out plunges of before he gripped my head even harder and
pushed and pushed till I felt him entering my throat. My air was now cut off.
Panic closed in as he held it there...no out strokes, just in and in as far as
he could push it.
"Aw yeah bitch. Take it all! Swallow my big cock! Heheheh...you look so
fuckin cute with your nose smashed against me like that...your mouth all full"
With that, he jerked forward again even harder than before. My body began to
thrash from lack of air. Cruelly, he laughed even harder at this and said, "I
wonder how long you can hold your breath?"
Finally he drew out enough so I could snatch a quick breath, then plunged
forward again--even deeper down my throat this time. I was sure he'd kill me
as he picked up an even more furious pace than before, pistoning in and out of
my mouth and throat as hard as he could--not caring at all how much it hurt
me...not caring that I couldn't breathe. Never had I felt so insignificant, so
used. I was nothing during those torturous moments. Nothing but a hole to be
abused. All I could do was try to keep my head and pray he'd finish soon.
Finally I felt his body stiffen as he let out a harsh cry and shoved into my
throat one last time--harder than ever--and held it there as his cock began to
jerk. A sudden rush of liquid was filling my throat and flowing straight down.
My body was convulsing as my abused throat tried to gag in protest.
Frantically, I forced my throat to swallow while it was desperately trying to
cough it up. With his steadily-shooting hardness still buried in there I
feared I would choke to death for sure if I didn't allow his disgusting fluids
to go down.
"Ahhhh...YEAH!!", he was shouting. "Swallow every drop, Whore! That's what
cunts like you have a mouth for".
Oh, the awful bastard! He truly was vile.
When he finally withdrew, I was horrified to see he was still hard...still
huge. The angry weapon was far from finished with me.
He released my hair and I fell to the floor. I lay there on my
side--coughing, breathing--it felt good to just be able to breathe again. He
was standing over me, also breathing hard--no doubt from his brutal exertions.
My eyes were closed. I didn't want to see any more....ever.
When he spoke again it was with a grudging admiration. His voice was almost
kind.
"Damn baby....you got a hot little mouth on you there. You did good. You
might live to see another day after all!"
I refused to speak or even look at him. He bent down and suddenly scooped me
up--one arm under my knees and the other around my waist.
"Come on. Daddy's got a reward for you."
To be continued....
