The HiT Series

by Margaret McHeyzer

  “You said you’re not going to kill me,” Chastity whimpers as she moves and tests the restraints.

  “And I’m not,” I say as I step back to watch her and her mother look at each in the terror.

  “Are you alright here?” Ben asks me as he puts his warm hand on my lower back.

  “Perfect.”

  “I’ll go find what you need.” Ben leaves the dungeon and I’m left alone to have a lot fun.

  I take the scalpel out of my trouser pocket and stand, watching the two pathetic women as they watch me play with my toy.

  “Wh-what are you going to do with that?” the Madam asks, though her voice betrays her. It’s broken, weak and frightened.

  Oh, this really is going to be fun.

  I can smell their fear, feel it as they shiver within their bonds, trying to reason with me.

  “We’ll do anything you want,” the Madam begs.

  I take the clear plastic cover off the surgical instrument and place it in my pocket. I hold the scalpel up to see my reflection in the small, mirror-bright one-and-a-half inch blade, feeding their terror and sending panic sizzling through their bodies.

  “P-please,” the daughter snivels.

  “Just tell us what you want,” the mother whines, clutching at straws. My silence must be sending them crazy with anticipation. “Please,” she echoes her daughter’s plea. They both look at me as if they’re trying to appeal to the soft, female, caring side of me.

  They don’t know that I lack the maternal instinct to care for others. I don’t have it, and I don’t want it. I’m not a nurturer, nor will I ever be.

  I take slow and calculated steps toward Chastity’s side. Both women follow me with their eyes. Their mewling and blubbering continues as I silently watch their reactions.

  “Leave her, just kill me. Please, just kill me,” the Madam begs.

  I kneel beside Chastity and run my hand softly, tenderly down her tear-streaked face. I angle into her and smile. Her eyes soften as she moves her head to lean into my palm, accepting my gentle touch.

  A small moan of acceptance escapes her lips. She exhales and closes her eyes, lulled by my pretense of tenderness and caring.

  “Please, please, don’t hurt her,” the Madam continues to plead with me.

  My eyes flash to hers, warning, silencing her with just a stare.

  Her appeals stop, and now she’s whimpering like the weak, pathetic bitch that she is.

  I remove my hands from Chastity and wait for her to open her eyes in search of my warmth. It only takes ten seconds, and when she does open them, I show her the scalpel. Preparing her for the pain. Actually, it’s more for my own satisfaction. It’s because I know the fear will make the blood pump harder through her body, which means the incisions are going to hurt more, and bleed more.

  I run the scalpel from the tip of her eye to the corner of her mouth. She’s screaming through the pain. The line isn’t neat, and the depth of the cut has grazed her cheekbone.

  “Stop!” her mother shrieks in a shrill, high-pitched voice.

  Chastity snaps her head to the side, away from me, and futilely tries to break free of the cuffs and the chains.

  The next incision is the length of her leg, starting from the waist of her pants to the ankle, tearing the pants open and leaving a thin cut all the way down the leg.

  Her screaming is starting to become annoying, but it’s still enjoyable.

  Ben comes back into the room carrying two space heaters. “I can hear all the yelling upstairs. Are you almost done? Because if you’re not, we’re going to have to gag them,” Ben says as he places the space heaters next to two power outlets.

  I look over at him and wink. I haven’t said anything, because I want my silence to drive them complete crazy, never knowing what’s coming next.

  Ben takes a deep breath and looks over at them. “Alright. I’ll get the gags then.”

  Before he does, there are a few questions I want answered.

  I stand over the quivering daughter as the blood weeps from her face and leg.

  “What happened to the cutter? He killed him, and what did you do with the body?” I ask the Madam.

  “We’ve got some friends that took care of it for us,” she says between sobs.

  “Why does Katsu want him?” I point to Ben.

  “He didn’t tell us, he just gave us the phone and said if he ever showed up to use it to call him or his men.”

  “And the girls you keep on the dope, how many are here because they want to be?”

  She looks away, avoiding the question. That tells me what I need to know.

  It takes all my willpower not to kill her right now. But I want her and her daughter to suffer. To be awake as death slowly creeps up on them, as the life is sucked out of them. To watch each other die and know that they can’t do a fucking thing about it.

  “I told you to let me go, and you refused to listen. Now’s my turn to ignore you,” I say sweetly, giving her a saccharine smile. I turn to Ben and nod once, he walks over and puts a ball gag in each of their mouths, then slips the elastic around their heads to hold them in place.

  I go back to the daughter and continue to slice her clothes. I move her pants and she’s left completely bare from the waist down.

  They’ve made a living off taking women, drugging them until they aren’t able to think straight, then making them fuck for money as their sex slaves.

  If the women willingly did this, I would have no issues with their treatment of them. But the Madam admitted, by her refusal to answer my question, that those women had not chosen this line of work voluntarily.

  And that is why I kneel between the open legs of the Madam’s daughter and happily run the scalpel through her waxed pussy. Down each of the labia, up through the clitoris, and then back down making a small cut from her vagina to her anus.

  She’s in tears as I slice her up.

  Ben stands behind me, and waits for his next instructions.

  “Time?” I ask Ben.

  He takes his cell phone out and looks at the time. “You have fifteen minutes before our guests arrive.”

  I nod my understanding of the time frame.

  I move over to the Madam, and repeat the process. Now, though, my scalpel is quite blunt after cutting through clothes and ripping through her daughter’s flesh, so I need to press harder.

  I replicate the same incisions that Chastity received on her mother.

  I give Ben his cue. He positions the space heaters in the furthest corners of the room and turns them on.

  I stand from the women and watch as they snort for breath, their chests rising and falling quickly, and tears cling to their cheeks.

  I walk over and get the two huge bottles of water that we brought with us in the duffel bag. I open one and empty it all over Chastity, then open the other and tip it all over the Madam.

  They stare blankly at me, not really understanding what’s happening.

  My Bluetooth rings and I touch it, answering the call from Agent without speaking.

  “The rats will be there any minute, you need to move.”

  I look to Ben, give him a nod and stand between the two women.

  “You’ll think of me while you’re being dealt the last of your punishment. We’ll call the authorities in two hours to alert them to the women being held above. If you’re still alive when they get here, and you want to find me to settle the score, I’ll be waiting. But if you die before the two hours are up, I’ll see you in hell.”

  I take three steps backward, and see there’s a growing puddle of water and blood around their bodies. The warmth in the room is becoming quite stifling.

  Ben picks up the duffel and goes to the door. I follow behind him, and I can hear the two women screaming through their ball gags, rattling their chains as they try in vain to get free.

  When Ben and I exit through the back door into the alley, a van pulls up outside. Agent’s timing is perfect, as usual.

  A man in gray
overalls gets out and opens the van’s sliding door. “You called for brown rats?” he asks us.

  I nod and Ben looks down the alley.

  This delivery guy is as shady as they come. Maybe he knows what we’re going to do, maybe not. He doesn’t care though, he just points to the open van door and looks away.

  Ben comes over and takes the steel cage, disappearing inside. He’s back a few moments later and puts the empty cage back in the van. He grabs my hand, entwining our fingers, picks up the duffel bag and we walk away.

  The delivery guy gets back into his van and leaves.

  Like it never happened.

  As we walk back to the car, Ben asks, “Why tip the water over them?”

  “Brown rats can’t survive in heat without water. It’s hot in there. They’ll gnaw to get to any liquid.”

  I feel a shudder rip through Ben’s body as his fingers tighten around mine.

  “You scare the shit out of me sometimes,” he says so matter-of-factly.

  I look over at him as we return to the car. He unlocks the doors with the fob and throws the duffel in the back seat.

  Ben and I drive in silence, listening to the GPS directions guide us down to the ocean. We dump the duffel bag, minus the money that we’ve stuffed inside our waistbands, then use the GPS to navigate back to the hotel where Doctor’s staying.

  Ben and I take the elevator up to the fifth floor, keeping our heads down and our faces obscured the entire time, avoiding the hotel’s security cameras.

  When the elevator doors open, I touch my Bluetooth, connecting me to Agent.

  “Everything go as planned?”

  “Perfectly, and we’re at the hotel.”

  “I see you, keep your head down and walk to the end of the corridor. Turn left, then third door on the right. Doctor’s opened it and is waiting for you. I’ve sent you and Ben new satellite phones for your next journey.”

  I touch the Bluetooth again and disconnect the call.

  We get to Doctor’s hotel room, and the door is slightly ajar. Doctor is patiently waiting for us.

  When we get inside, Doctor puts the ‘do not disturb’ sign on the handle and closes the door.

  “Any problems?” he asks and looks toward Ben and me.

  “Not at all. Ben and I need a shower, and you need to take our clothes and dispose of them.”

  “I’m not the Cleaner,” he says in a grumpy, clipped tone, handing me the package Agent sent.

  “No, you’re right. You’re not. But you’ll do exactly as I ask you to do anyway.”

  “What do you want me to do with them?”

  “Take them down to the wharf, and just dump them in the water.”

  He clenches his jaw tightly and takes a deep breath. “What happens now?”

  “We leave the country tonight, and you fly out tomorrow. As planned.”

  “I’ll wait for your clothes,” Doctor says in his deep voice as Ben and I walk toward the bathroom.

  We empty our pockets and strip. I take the clothes out to Doctor who looks me over impassively, emotionless.

  “I’ll be back in an hour or so,” he says as he tucks our clothes into a small bag and flings it over his shoulder with clear disdain that he’s been asked to do such a menial task.

  I hear the shower start as Doctor leaves the room. “Stay away for two hours,” I instruct him before the door closes.

  Smiling I walk into the bathroom, and I’m immediately assaulted with hot lips on my neck.

  Ben

  “Baby girl,” I moan as I lick her neck. She tips her head back, elongating the column of her throat and I can’t help but push her up against the door and meld my body with her sexy, soft skin.

  A huge laugh rips through her mouth and I’m momentarily struck by the odd time she’s chosen for humor.

  “What the hell?” I ask as I step away from her and tilt my head just slightly to the side.

  “This is what you did to me the first time we fucked.” She stands with her back against the door, still chuckling, and raises an eyebrow at me. The gleam in her eye tells me that she’s ready for me, and the daring smirk confirms just how ready she is.

  I skim her neck with my nose, biting periodically, until I reach her earlobe. Taking it between my teeth, I suck on the lobe then pull at it as I move my head away. Anna weaves her fingers into the hair at the nape of my neck and holds me in place as I lap and tease the sensitive skin under her ear.

  Slowly, I move one hand up and bury my fingers in her hair, yanking it to the side to leave her neck completely exposed to me. As I tug on her hair hard, she lets out a gasp. Her eyes roll back and she closes her lids, accepting the pain and the pleasure.

  “Fuck yeah,” she moans huskily, telling me without telling me to keep up this rough assault on her.

  I run my free hand down her protruding ribs to her hips, and feel the slightly softer globe of her ass. Roaming my hand further down, I let my fingers explore her ass crack and dance on the edge of her beautiful pussy.

  Anna rotates her hip slightly, rubbing against me as she lifts her leg to get closer.

  But I want more than just sex. I want to devote myself to her, to show her exactly how much I love her.

  I let go of her hair and her ass simultaneously, stepping back to look at her delectable body. The effect of being held captive has taken its toll on her. She’s lost easily fifteen pounds, leaving her body slightly flat. Her tits aren’t quite as round as they were, and her hips are a lot more boney. I don’t like her this way; she’s skinny, far too slim.

  I grab a towel from the rack, fold it twice, and place it on the floor – bathroom tiles are a killer on the knees and the towel will provide a cushion. Anna continues looking at me with her intense, dark eyes and a slightly deviant smile on her lips as I slowly sink down and nuzzle her belly until my nose is a mere hair’s breadth away from her tasty pussy.

  I grab her hips and pull her forward to kiss her belly button. My tongue darts out to flick the soft skin on her stomach and suck it into my mouth.

  Anna pushes her bare pussy toward me, and I can’t help but dive right in and run my tongue up her slit. She hooks her leg around my shoulder and I grab her ass cheeks to pull her closer to my face.

  She grabs my hair roughly, to the point that it’s hurting, digs her nails into my scalp, and glues my face to her pussy.

  Her aroma is un-fucking-believable, a slight metallic smell, the taste sweet and slightly salty.

  Her folds are slick with a combination of my saliva and her arousal. Her clit is plump and perfectly pink. I can’t fucking help it; I lick it with the flat of my tongue, then suck on it as my mouth claims her. She moans with pleasure, but I’m not ready for her to come yet.

  I angle my chin down, and slide my tongue into her needy, vacant hole, feeling it close around my tongue as she contracts with pleasure. Curling my tongue up inside her, I trace her slowly, teasing and tormenting her. Her fingers tighten in my hair, and she grinds her hips against my face. She’s panting, almost grunting with desire.

  The minx is desperate to come; I can feel it as her body trembles.

  I lick her entire pussy, not touching, licking, or stroking her clit, knowing that if I do, she’ll explode.

  Again I bury my tongue in her slick hole, holding her folds open with my fingers, taunting her deliberately as her arousal generously coats my tongue.

  Slowly, I work her up, making her twist and grind against my face, building her pending orgasm. I flick her clit with the tip of my tongue, then lick and twirl my tongue inside her, flattening it to give it more width as I increase the pressure.

  Clasping her fingers, painfully pulling my hair, Anna thrusts her beautiful cunt further onto my mouth. I look up at her face, and her eyes have liquefied and she’s panting as she watches me work my mouth over her desperate pussy.

  “Fuck, Ben,” she gruffly moans as her hips take control of her body. There’s an undercurrent of pure hunger in the moans emanating from deep inside he
r throat as she tries her hardest to withhold the release that’s so close to ripping through her, wanting to make the pleasure last.

  Finally, I can feel her quivering against my face, her arousal pouring out of her, coating my tongue, my mouth, and my entire face.

  Fuck, she tastes so good. There’s something about controlling Anna’s body in this way, knowing that it’s me giving her this absolute ecstasy, that’s driving me wild. I want to stay here for hours, days, weeks, a lifetime.

  “Ben,” she growls as I give her a second of respite before my mouth returns to her hot pussy, just to add more stimulation to her jarring explosion around my face.

  Anna tries to move my head away, but I keep licking, inside, out, in, out. Nipping, sucking, kissing and lapping, helping her ride out her orgasm.

  “No more,” she cries, running her hands through my hair, just tugging with enough strength to send a damn welcome chill down through my entire body.

  I thrust my tongue once more into her pussy, making Anna spasm one last time before finally pulling away.

  My own cock is so hard I can’t wait until my girl’s wet pussy is fully surrounding me, taking all of me inside her.

  “No more, Ben,” she whispers as her orgasm fades.

  Lowering Anna’s leg from around my shoulders, carefully I place her foot on the floor but keep my hands on her hips, steadying her so she doesn’t fall.

  She slinks down the bathroom door slightly and I watch her tits move up and down while she breathes heavily, trying to catch her breath.

  “Ben, that was...” We’re interrupted as her cell rings loudly from the vanity where she left it when we got undressed.

  Anna and I look at each, her eyes slowly widen and she turns her head toward the hotel room.

  “Fuck,” she says.

  There’s only one person that would be calling.

  Only one person that has the number.

  Agent.

  Anna

  “Agent,” I say as I answer the phone.

  “You need to move. Facial recognition has placed Ben close to the hotel. They’re contacting all the hotel security operations in the area to check on their cameras,” Agent urgently conveys. There’s desperation in his voice, he wants us out of here.