Return of The Vile Gamer Ch. 2
by DEDHeather94
Chuck saw me standing there and looked puzzled for a
moment. He made a move as if to get up and his eyes widened in shock
as he realized he couldn't move his arms or legs. He looked wildly
about, seeing for the first time the predicament he was in. I
couldn't help but flinch when he began to violently struggle against
his bonds. I was praying fervently that I'd tied them tightly
enough. Apparently I had, because his struggles soon stopped and he
stared at me with a mixture of astonishment, fear and rage. I was
trembling in the face of that rage and had to remind myself that he
couldn't get at me. He did, however, begin to curse me soundly.
"You fucking BITCH!!!", he screamed, making me flinch
again, "What the FUCK did you DO TO ME??"
Again he pulled and strained against the rope with all his
strength it seemed, cursing and yelling the whole time. I felt stupid
standing there trembling when he was the one that was helpless, so I
finally found my voice and some of my courage, despite the way his
muscles were straining. Could he actually break the damn rope? For
my sake I was hoping against hope that he couldn't.
"Shut UP!", I said loudly, "or....or you get this again!" I
wielded the stun-gun at him in a threatening manner. I tried to keep
my hands from shaking while doing so, but I don't think I did a good
job of it.
The astonishment returned to his face briefly, then the rage
again--more so than ever.
"So that's what you did! Oh...you bitch! Ohhhh...just wait
you little CUNT!! I'll fucking KILL you!!"
"I don't think so you bastard", I said quietly. "Haven't you
noticed who's tied up this time?"
I wasn't gloating or laughing or anything I'd imagined myself
doing when I daydreamed this moment. In truth, I was still too
amazed that I'd actually done this; that it had really worked.
There was also something else that kept me from doing any
victory jigs ....Chuck still frightened me, even though it didn't
appear he could escape. But remembering the pain and terror he'd
inflicted on me before....the rage he'd pounded into me with...God
help me if the rope or my knots didn't hold him. He probably would
kill me if he could get free.
Dammit it wasn't fair that I should still be afraid of him!
He was the helpless one now...just as I'd wanted. I was hoping this
unreasonable fear of my captive would pass soon. I wanted him to be
afraid, not still scaring me!
"Oh I see", he sneered, "So it's payback time, huh little
Heather? This is why you suddenly started talking to me again?"
Something was wrong. Why wasn't he more scared? Maybe he
knew I had no sadist in me. The idea of hurting someone badly made
me sick, but there was no way he could know that, at least not for
sure. So despite my discomfort in my new role, I threw my shoulders
back and tried to put on a front.
"Yeah Chuck....you got it. Payback's a bitch", I said with
what I hoped was a tough voice.
"YOU'RE a bitch!!!....So what are you gonna do now? Huh??
You gonna rape me Heather?" Some of his rage rubbed off on me when
he started to laugh.
"Shut up", I said again. Great comeback, I know.
Truthfully I hadn't really decided what I was going to do
with him. No way was I going to "rape" him or have sex of any kind
with him. Most of my planning involved getting him tied and
helpless. The only clear plan beyond that was how to let him loose
without getting killed. I'd already decided that whenever I was
done...doing whatever I was going to do, I would stun him again and
untie one wrist. By the time he was free I'd be long gone. Thank
God he didn't know where I lived.
Great, I thought--I'd planned the capture and the release,
but had no clue what to do in between, besides maybe tease him to
unbearable frustration. Now I didn't even feel like doing that.
"Hey, I really wouldn't mind", he continued in a mocking
seductive voice, "you look really good baby. Won'tcha come on over
here....attack me. You know you want to".
I suddenly saw red...he was just such an asshole!! I was
suddenly at his side, breathing hard. How dare he mock me?? How
dare he even be angry in the first place after what he did to me??
"FUCK YOU!!!", I screamed.
Still grinning, he stuck out his tongue and waggled it
suggestively at me.
"Yeaaahh baby....that's what I'm talkin about!"
He was laughing again and I wanted to kill him....even his
frightening rage was better than this! Without thinking, I reacted
with instinctive violence. The loud noise of my hand connecting with
his grinning face cut his laughter short. In my rage I'd hit him
really hard...harder than I'd ever hit anybody (and truthfully I
couldn't remember ever hitting anybody that way before). My palm
stung with the force of it, and a tattoo of my handprint stood out on
his face, which was no longer smiling.
"You'll pay for that you cunt", he snarled through gritted
teeth.
The slap had startled me as well. I was biting back the
automatic "I'm sorry" that wanted to pop out over long habit of
civilized behavior. Instead I tried to play it off like inflicting
pain was the most natural thing in the world to me. I doubt he was
fooled.
"I've paid enough, Chuck", I said with bravado, "Tonight it's
your turn to pay".
"We'll see, bitch". I didn't like how he was smiling
again...like he knew something I didn't.
I stood there a moment (biting my lip like a stupid girl)
trying to decide if I should even attempt to stay and keep up this
charade that I really had no stomach for. I was thinking maybe I
should just zap him again and get the hell out of there. That was
sounding like the better plan, because I didn't want to be here
anymore. The vibes were all wrong. Instead of triumph all I felt was
the panic of impending doom. But then where was Chuck's punishment
in that?. I should have realized that being outsmarted by a woman
was probably the worst punishment I could inflict on a guy like him
then followed my instincts...and run like hell.
I nearly jumped out of my skin when a sharp knock sounded on
the door. What the hell?? Calm down, I thought. Somebody obviously
has the wrong room. Then the knock was repeated, this time
accompanied by a male voice.
"Open up....Police"
I gasped with surprise and some shock...Police?? What were
the police doing here?? Of course....Chuck's yells must have annoyed
one of the other guests enough to call them. Shit!! I felt vaguely
resentful that no police showed up the last time I was in a room with
this guy. I'd screamed...at least before the threat of his knife
silenced me...then later a gag had muted the loudest, most agonized
ones...
"Aren't you going to answer that?"
I looked at Chuck then...torn from my reverie and
indecision...and was flustered by the look of smug triumph on his
face. Quickly I ran to the bathroom and came back with a washcloth
which I promptly stuffed in his mouth, ignoring the look of pure hate
in his eyes.
I was halfway to the door when I realized that all I had on
was the silky black teddy I'd put on earlier to entice my "guest". I
was frantically searching for my clothes when the cop knocked
again...louder this time.
"Just a minute!" I trilled, as is everything was fine and
dandy while tugging my jeans on over the teddy. I couldn't spot my
sweater anywhere, but said to hell with it and finally went to the
door.
Mindful of the sight of Chuck behind me, spread out and bound
to the bed as he was, I only opened the door a little. Sure enough,
there was a policeman on the other side of it looking at me
quizzically. In fact he was outright staring, and actually looked
more astounded than quizical. I really didn't understand his
surprise...was it my attire? Surely he'd seen women answer his
knocks wearing less. The top of my teddy wasn't even all that
revealing.
"Yes officer?", I inquired politely (and calmly I hoped).
He was rather handsome...maybe not as conventionally so as
Chuck, but he had what looked like a friendly face, nice mild blue
eyes, and blonde curling hair under his police cap. He stared at me
for a few moments and appeared to be at a loss for words, as if he
had expected somebody else....anybody else to open the door. Maybe
he had the wrong room after all.
"Is there a problem?", I asked tentatively.
"Uhh...well.....um....", He looked terribly distracted and I
was becoming every bit as puzzled as he seemed to be. Finally he
spoke.
"There were some complaints of noises coming from this room",
he said uncertainly, "Is everything all right?".
He was trying to look over my head and behind me, trying to
see inside. I was trying the best I could to block him from seeing
anything, and babbling an apology for the noise when Chuck suddenly
let loose with a godawful shout behind his gag. Holy Christ!! What
can he be thinking I wondered with real surprise. Pissed off he may
be, but why would he want the cops in on this?? This was between us,
just like the first time...and I didn't go to the cops on him! I
felt indignation and more than a little disgust at what I considered
to be his cowardice. Was he really scared of me after all?
The cop looked at me, his eyes suddenly wide, and I'm sure I
looked guilty as hell, but I wasn't prepared to be shoved backwards
by the door as Officer Friendly forced his way into the room, nearly
making me fall on my ass for the second time that night.
"Hey!!", I yelled, both frightened and outraged, "You can't
DO that!!"
Ignoring my protests, the cop charged into the room, and the
first sight to greet him was Chuck, bound and gagged and thrashing
for all he was worth. He was clearly wanting help from the cop. No,
that's not quite right--actually he seemed to be demanding his help!
Fucking tattletale wuss, I thought with contempt.
The policeman seemed genuinely shocked at the sight--what was
the matter with him?? Had he never heard of sex games? That's what
the scene would have looked like to an outsider, just a fun game of
bondage between lovers. Of course Chuck's obvious fury was the only
thing making it look more serious...but still, the look of shock on
the cop's face didn't seem to fit the situation. His jaw had
literally dropped!
I tried to salvage the situation by offering the obvious
explanation...if only Chuck would shut up!
"That's just my boyfriend! We were just....you
know....playing..."
Then I was the one astonished when the cop's initial shock
gave way to laughter. I don't mean a few snickers either....great
gales of hearty laughter shook his body till he had to bend over. He
was laughing so hard that tears were squirting from his eyes and he
had to swipe at them. He was laughing as if it weren't a bound and
furious man on the bed he was seeing, but Jim Carrey or somebody
doing a comedy routine in front of him.
I glanced at Chuck, who was glaring at the cop furiously. I
was simply dumbstruck. What the hell was so funny??
"Well well...", snorted the cop when he could finally
speak, "what have we here?" He was visibly trying to stifle the wild
laughter that wanted to erupt again, but having difficulty.
Thinking back...Oh God, if I'd only had the sense to realize
something was rotton here, perhaps I could have bolted out the door
while Officer Zany was having his laughing fit, but I was so amazed I
was rooted to the spot.
"I told you...he's my boyfriend, officer....we were
just...um....you know..." I mumbled.
"Playing!....Riiight!", he exclaimed with the same high
humor. "Well, let's see what your boyfriend says about it, shall we?"
He strode over then and pulled the rag from Chuck's mouth.
Once ungagged, Chuck wasted no time.
"GET THAT BITCH!!" he screamed.
"Oh yeah...good idea my man", and while still chortling
laughter he suddenly whirled around and grabbed me by the arms.
Before I could do more than gasp with surprise at this new
development he'd swiftly cuffed my hands behind my back.
"NO!! WAIT!!", I protested. I couldn't believe this shit!
He was still laughing as he forced me to sit in one of the
chairs.
"The DOOR Stupid!!" from Chuck.
"Oh, yeah" the cop giggled foolishly then shut and locked
the door he'd just charged thru, then returned to me. To my horror
and utter confusion, he pulled a length of rope from somewhere in his
uniform and started tying my ankles together. I'd never heard of the
police doing that!
"God you're great! I think I love you already! But really,
I can't let you get away with doing that to my friend, Heather"
My eyes widened as I started to feel really scared for the
first time. How in the hell did he know to call me Heather? And what
did he mean "his friend"??
Turning to the prisoner on the bed, he addressed him for the
first time.
"Hey, how did this happen anyway Chuck? I figured you'd have
her good and tied by now! What did she do??"
My jaw was the one that dropped then. Chuck? He'd
said "CHUCK"! He knew him! Realization dawned on me with a
sickening thud. Despite my careful planning I'd been set up! So
this was Chuck's "little surprise"! A fucking goddamn PARTNER! No
wonder he'd looked so smug! No wonder the "cop" had looked so
surprised to see me open the door...and no wonder Chuck had made so
much noise! He didn't want his pal to think he had the wrong room
and leave him.
I realized their plan then without having to be told. Chuck
had probably planned to be very rough, very frightening with me,
despite his almost warm greeting upon finding me. Then at some point
his pal, dressed like a cop, was going to show up, and just when I
thought I'd been rescued he was going to suddenly join the
festivities. Oh DAMN Chuck!! Triple goddamn him!!
I started to shriek then...screaming for help. Unfortunately
this new guy was fast and quickly shoved the same washcloth, still in
his hand, into my mouth.
"Shut that fucking bitch up!!" Chuck was still bound, but
his mouth was working fine.
"Now now....sssshhhh", my new captor soothed me
mockingly, "we can't have all that noise can we? Somebody might call
the cops or something!" He burst into new laughter at his own wit.
"Goddamn it, untie me Eric!!", Chuck commanded, but Eric was
in no hurry. He was still enjoying Chuck's predicament too much.
Too much for Chuck's taste anyway.
"Come ON!!" the embarrassed prisoner yelled impatiently.
"Wait man, you gotta tell me how she did that!" He was still
laughing in spurts, which infuriated his bound buddy.
"A fucking stun gun, OK?? Now untie me dammit!! Let me at
her! I'll shove the goddamn thing up her ASS!", he turned his
hateful glare on me then, "You hear me whore?"
I sure did, and I was beginning to cry now with real terror.
Oh god...he was going to kill me when he got loose! I was sure of
it. Not only had I outsmarted him--to an extent anyway--but I'd
humiliated him to his friend...someone he'd obviously bragged to
about raping me. Now that friend was laughing at him as if this were
the funniest thing he'd ever seen. My goose was cooked worse than
ever now and I knew it.
"A stun gun huh? Clever!" Eric turned to me with what
looked like genuine admiration. "I like your style baby."
He moved over close to where I sat helpless and shaking.
"Your tits aren't bad either!"
I squirmed and tried to evade him as he treated himself to a
nice feel of them thru the sheer material of the teddy.
"Mind if I get a better look?", asked Eric jovially.
Using both hands he pulled the thin straps over my shoulders,
then pulled down the rest of the front, exposing my breasts to his
view.
Eyes widening, his expression of admiration deepened as he
whistled, exclaimed "Niiiiice", then smiled at me as though we were
good friends. Somewhere in the back of my mind I felt humiliation
and outrage, but I was too terrified of Chuck's immenent release and
vengeance to worry much about his friend's lecherous attentions.
"HEY!! Untie me you stupid motherfucker!" Chuck was getting
more pissed by the second.
"Oh yeah!", Eric laughed again, apparently having the time of
his life so far. "Sorry, pal, I got distracted there for a
minute. You weren't bullshitting about this chick. She is prettier
than her pictures!"
"Fucking bitch won't be pretty when I'm done with her!",
Chuck was speaking to Eric, but was looking at me.
"Aw, come on! Don't be like that...you gotta admit she's
pretty cool! Fooled your ass good!"
Eric was moving toward Chuck to finally untie him. OH GOD HE
COULDN'T!! I tried to get his attention. I was shaking my head
desperately...pleading incoherently behind the gag....trying to
convey my panic over him freeing Chuck, but I knew it was useless.
It was only a matter of time. Maybe I was hoping he'd pity me (or
even fear for me) since he seemed to like me, and let me go before
untying him. No such luck.
"I'll be right back, Sweetness", he winked at me, then bent
to work on the knots that were keeping the furious madman safely away
from me.
Eric suddenly stood up before making much progress, as if a
new idea had hit him. He had the look of a mischievious kid.
"Hey Chuck! Too bad I'm not half a fag; me and Supergirl
here could have some fun with you!"
That cracked him up and he was off again with the wild
laughter. Chuck wasn't amused at all. He shouted "You
MOTHERFUCKER!!", and I swear his face turned purple as he renewed his
thrashing struggles.
Eric was definitely the only one appreciative of his humor.
Maybe if I weren't in such deep shit I would have been amused too,
but I was wishing like hell he would stop with the jokes. Chuck was
seriously pissed as it was and I knew the more Eric laughed at him
the more I would have to pay for it.
"Tough room!", declared Officer Wiseass while looking from
Chuck to me. Chuck's eyes blazed fierce hatred, while my own could
only show stark terror. There was really nothing funny about any of
this.
"Aw, c'mon Chuckster! You know I'm just fuckin with ya!
Supergirl's the one I want".
Winking at me again, he bent to untie his friend--for real
this time.
"Wow....this chick ties some hard knots!....hang on
now....hold still dude!"
While Eric was working on the knots Chuck never took his eyes
off me, and as the old saying goes, if looks could kill...well, you
know.
When both his hands were free, Chuck shoved his rescuer away
and furiously untied his own ankles, muttering and cursing the whole
time. I heard myself whimpering uncontrollably the closer he got to
freedom.
The whimpers dissolved into terrified sobs when he was
completely untethered...inside as well as physically, I feared. He
turned his hate-filled gaze to me again, but this time there was dark
triumph there as well. He nearly fell off the bed like I'd done
earlier in his mad scramble to get at me. He was nearly growling
during the few seconds it took him to reach my side.
He snatched the gag from my mouth, then hauled off and
slapped me hard. I gasped at the explosion of pain on my face as my
head snapped violently in the other direction.
"BITCH!" he spat, then slapped the other side of my face just
as hard before I'd had time to recover from the first one.
The slaps continued for what seemed forever. Chuck abandoned
the back and forth pattern he'd started with and delivered each blow
to the left side of my face, chanting "BITCH" every time a blow
landed. I was shrieking hysterically at this point. The last time
Chuck had slapped me like this had been hard enough to bruise my face
and split my lip, yet those had been loving caresses compared to this.
Through my cries of pain, hysterical sobs and Chuck's curses,
I could dimly hear Eric's voice raised in weak protest.
"Oh hey!.....Dude!! Calm down....quit it! Don't fuck up her
face!"
Eric finally physically intervened by charging forward and
grabbing Chuck's arm while it was upraised to deliver yet another
blow. Who knows how long he would have gone on slapping me? Or how
long before his open palm turned into a fist?
I was blearily grateful at first, but unfortunately, Eric's
intervention only managed to divert Chuck's unspent fury to another
idea....something way darker than slaps.
The two men stood staring at each other a moment, Chuck
panting with his anger and exertion, then his eyes landed on the butt
of the gun on Eric's hip. I hadn't even noticed it yet. Before Eric
could react, Chuck seized the revolver from Eric's holster and in a
flash had it pointed at my head.
"Chuck!! NO!! What the fuck are you DOING??", Eric sounded
frightened now. I, however, was beyond frightened. If you've never
had a gun pointed at you, there's no way to understand the pure
horror...the sick awareness that you're only one jerk of a finger
away from death.
Ignoring Eric's frantic protests, Chuck began speaking to me
in a low, deceptively soft voice which did nothing to conceal the
menace.
"Did you know Eric here is a real cop? Did you know that
Heather?....Oh, of course not. How could you know that? Well he is.
One of New York's Finest...aren't you Eric?"
I felt some surprise at the information. When Eric was
revealed to be Chuck's friend and rape-partner, I'd assumed the cop
outfit was fake..all part of my surprise. So Chuck had made
friends with a real cop with a rape fantasy over the internet, and
had used his considerable writing skills to tell him all about me,
his real life victim, then in a burst of friendship and generosity
invited him along on his next adventure with me. What a guy. It was
all very interesting, but at the moment I had much more to worry
about.
"Shut up Chuck!" By Eric's uncomfortable reaction to Chuck's
revelation, it appeared to be true.
"Oh don't worry! She's not gonna tell anybody....are you
little Heather?"
Fearing he planned to silence me forever as it was, I shook
my head slightly...terrified of making a wrong move.
"Anyway....that means this is a real gun...believe me?" I
nodded yes, crying harder.
"Tell me why I shouldn't I blow you to Hell right now you
cunt!"
He seemed to want an answer, so I attempted to speak, but my
words were barely audible in my extreme fright.
"I'm....I....I'm s-s-sorry....Ohgod ...oh please..." was
about all I could manage.
"Oh...are you now?"
"yesss-s-s"
"Not as sorry as you're going to be, slut"
Eric was wide-eyed and fidgeting uncomfortably during this
exchange. This was obviously not going the way he'd been expecting.
I knew the feeling.
"Ah God....Chuck...pal...come on man! Don't do something
stupid....it's not worth it!"
"She's not worth it!", Chuck sneered, then turned his
sarcasm onto his partner. "Whatcha gonna do if I blow this bitch
away huh? Arrest me??" Now that things were going his way again,
Chuck was the one laughing.
"Kind of off your beat aren't you officer? Coming all this
way to help me rape some slut....you're up to your neck in this,..
partner!"
While taunting Eric, Chuck had been moving the barrel of the
gun over my face. I was scared to even breathe....now he softly
caresed my trembling lips with the cold steel, caressing them as
gently as a lover's fingertip would. Suddenly his other hand gripped
a handful of my hair and pulled my head back, simultaneously pushing
the gun at my lips harder...hurting them.
"Suck on this you whore"
Omigod....I couldn't believe he expected me to open my mouth
so he could stick a gun in there! How could I?
I fixed my eyes on his...trying to plead with him to not do
this to me, but the only noise I could make was a soft high-pitched
wail. More tears filled my eyes when I saw not a hint of mercy in
his. I glanced at Eric quickly, but saw no help there...he looked
uneasy, but despite his nicer-guy role in this sick game of good-
rapist/ bad -rapist, I saw something in his eyes that frightened me
almost as much as the hatred in Chuck's....fascination, and
excitement. He wanted to see this! He was perhaps scared too, in a
way, but he wanted to see me suck his gun barrel. For him, this was
a fantasy, and I was nothing to him...not a person at all in that
context. Even if Chuck indeed killed me...maybe he would hate that
to happen (especially before he could get more than a squeeze of my
breast), but ultimately he knew Chuck was right....there'd be nothing
he could do about it without bringing trouble on himself.
"P-p-please...I can't"...I whispered.
"Do it Bitch", ...I heard a click as he cocked the gun, "or I
decorate the fuckin walls with your useless brains!"
That did it. With a gasping sob, I parted my lips somehow
and felt the cold hard steel of the weapon being pushed into my
mouth. The metallic oily taste was like death itself to me. Chuck's
grip on my hair tightened as he started moving the gun in and out;
pushing it harder and further inside each time, building speed. My
mind couldn't let go of the knowledge that the gun was cocked, and
any wrong move on his part or mine would be the end of me...I was so
sure it would go off, I didn't bother praying that it wouldn't....I
only prayed that I wouldn't feel it.
"Mmmm....Do a good job and maybe I'll fuck you with it
later," he crooned.
"Ohhhh....Oh..god", Eric moaned almost reverently. My eyes,
wild with fright flew to him briefly. I was dismayed, but not really
surprised to see his hand almost absently stroking the noticeable
bulge in his uniform pants.
"That's it whore..suck it...", Chuck's voice was tense, "How
do you like it? How does it feel to suck Death's dick?"
All I could do was hold still, keep my mouth open, and pray
he would tire of this deadly game soon.
Noticing Eric's obvious excitement, he snickered a bit.
"Ok...I guess Death can wait a little while. Looks like my
friend here wants to take his place." With that he pulled the gun
from my mouth to my shuddery sigh of relief. Keeping his grip on my
hair, he pulled me forward out of the chair, till I fell on the floor
to my knees.
"Go ahead pal...she's all yours".
Eric wasted no time. Unzipping as he approached me, his
large erection was soon free and he immediately put it to my lips.
Chuck was behind me, one fist still full of my hair, his other hand
put the gun to my temple.
"Suck him good, you bitch...like your fucking life depends on
it."
Eric was pushing himself into my mouth...filling it. I was
sucking hard, making my tongue flutter along the underside of his
cock, causing him to moan and gasp.
"Ohhh...baby...aaahh yeaaah", his hands were caressing my
face while he pumped in and out at a controlled, but increasing pace
while Chuck held me firmly in place by the hair, the gun still to my
head.
Suddenly pulling out, Eric addressed his new partner in a
voice choked with lust.
"Chuck...let's get her on the bed," he was panting, his tone
urgent, "Man, I'm dying to fuck her."
Chuck released my hair by flinging me aside, causing me to
land on my side painfully. Since my wrists were still cuffed behind
me and my ankles still tied together, I had no balance and no way to
stop myself from falling.
"No," he said to Eric, "Pull your pants back up. I have a
better idea".
"Huh?"
Chuck handed Eric's gun back to him when he was zipped
again. I lay on the floor, wondering what fresh hell Chuck had in
store for me now.
"You mind telling me why I've pulled my pants back up?"
"We're taking this bitch for a little ride", Chuck
relplied, "I'll drive".
He'd picked something up off the table and was now
approaching me with it, his expression grim, "...but first.."
"Oh NOOOO!!", I wailed when I saw that he'd found the stun
gun and was coming toward me with it.
"Oh yeah...let's see how you like it!"
I was instinctively trying to scoot away from his approach,
but of course I knew it was hopeless. Before being hit with a jolt
of pain that tore thru my body and sent me into unconsciousness, my
last coherent thought about being zapped with my own stun gun was
that perhaps I had that one coming....
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To Be Continued...
