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Unwanted Obsession Ch. 01

By: ellynei



Foreword: last edited December '08, for better sentence structure, grammar etc.

This is not sweet reluctance, this is creepy, dark, non-con, and a work of pure fiction.

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Ronald Jackson got up from his chair, saying, "Just a moment."

He moved to a chest of drawers a few feet from the table and retrieved something from the top drawer. Then he turned round, making sure to hide what he had taken behind his back.

"Would you mind coming over here a moment, Louise? I want to show you something." He smiled invitingly, as if hinting he held a gift for her.

Ronald was American and had trouble pronouncing her Danish name properly. At first he had called her Lois, after she had repeated her name a few times he had changed his pronunciation so it sounded like "Lowish-e". She liked the way he said that, so she had stopped correcting him.

"I don't mind," said Louise, a bit restrained.

When accepting his invitation to spend a weekend at his cabin, she had expected non-committal sex and relaxing walks in the surrounding nature. If he was about to give her gifts, it could be an indicator that he was looking for more than sex. She really didn't feel like spending a weekend with a love-sick man; Louise was happy to be single and free.

Louise got up and walked to Ronald.

"What is it you want to show me, Joe?" She thought his name was Joe Paine. That was the name he had told her. Ronald Jackson wasn't prone to taking chances under his own identity.

"Close your eyes." He kept smiling. "It's a surprise."

Louise did as asked. In the past she had often tried to avoid gifts with pre-emptive words but had since realised that such attempts to avoid awkward situations often lead to even more awkward situations.

With one hand Ronald reached for one of her wrists and lifted it.

'If he puts a piece of jewellery on my wrist or fingers, I'm outta here,' thought Louise.

Ronald, however, was not holding jewellery in his free hand. He was holding a pair of handcuffs. He moved his hand a bit up her lower arm, freeing her wrist for cuffing.

He grabbed her arm tighter and snapped the cuff on.

Louise recognised the feeling of hard metal around her wrist, as well as the clicking sounds as he squeezed it to fit. She liked handcuffs. She started smiling as her worries about his motives disappeared but kept her eyes closed.

Ronald grabbed her other wrist and put that in the hand-cuffs too. He was a bit surprised by her reaction. Most of his victims protested the instant he put the first cuff on. A few reacted by opening their eyes and making nervous comments filled with fake coyness. Louise was the first who had ever stood still and kept her eyes closed while he cuffed the second wrist.

Once the cuffs were adjusted, he let go off her and opened another drawer. From that he took a long and strong, yet fairly light-weight, ring-chain. He also took out two small, but sturdy, 'close to lock' padlocks. He deposited one of the padlocks in a pant pocket. The metal bow of the other padlock he pushed through the last ring in the chain.

'Will she let me chain her completely helpless before sensing danger?' he wondered.

Ronald had quite a bit of experience with chaining struggling women. It would almost be an unusual experience to chain a woman who wasn't fighting or sobbing.

He wouldn't mind though.

Sooner or later she would realise she was in trouble. Either way, he would experience a strong thrill when she did. If it was later, well, that would just mean less physical effort on his part.

Louise heard him open the drawer. The metallic jingling of the ring-chain turned her on. She was a big fan of bondage - as long as she was the one being tied up. She hadn't thought Ronald Jackson, the man she only knew as Joe Paine, was into it.

She had gone on this weekend trip with him because she found him very attractive, physically. Louise didn't usually choose sex-partners on looks and didn't usually bother with intimate cuddly sex, but she considered 'Joe' to be very good-looking. Just a few long looks at him had, in itself, been enough to convince her that even normal sex with him would be hot.

Back when she had first seen him, she hadn't thought she would get a chance at even that. He seemed out of her league on so many levels. Louise was fairly young, twenty-five. She made sure to stay close to her ideal weight but wasn't very fond of exercise. Her body was soft rather than firm. She wasn't chubby but wouldn't be eligible to pose for Victoria's secret either.

Her hair was darker than hay, but too light to be called brown. Her eyes were greenish blue. She was neither tall nor short. Rather her height was simply average. She didn't worry much about how fancy her clothes were. Make-up she only bothered with for special occasions.

All in all Louise considered herself to be rather ordinary in appearance. That didn't usually bother her when relating socially to others. She focused on personality and preferred to be with others who did the same.

When she saw Ronald Jackson for the first time, however, she had, for a moment, wished she looked like a model. Of course, at that time she had been more sexually frustrated than usual. This was primarily because she had just spent some days travelling by bus with no privacy to satisfy herself. 

Back then she had become horny just by looking at him.

Ronald closed the drawer and looped the end of the long chain around the metal connecting the cuffs on Louise's wrists. He pushed the padlock's bow through another ring on the chain and closed it to lock. Louise's eyes were still closed. A slight smile played on her lips.

"I didn't know you were into bondage, Joe," she said. 

'How can anyone be so gullible at the age of twenty-five?' he thought.

"Can I open my eyes now?"

"Wait a little longer," replied Ronald.

He held the unattached end of the long chain in his left hand and savoured the sight of her. She didn't look like a model to him either. But he thought she looked damn cute, as she stood there with her cuffed hands in front of her, her eyes closed, and a happy expectation shining on her face.

He did something he usually never did once he begun chaining a victim. He slipped his right arm around her shoulders and moved his right hand to the back of her head. Pressing his body against hers, her arms between them, he gave her a kiss.

Filled with lust and desire, Louise passionately kissed him back.

Ronald was a bit surprised by her passion. The concept of not having to fight to get her in chains had been unusual. That she was still willing at this point was strangely arousing.

He enjoyed the kiss. 

Usually kisses were something he used to lure women to follow him to places where he could abuse them. Or something he did to keep his consensual lovers interested. All those kisses did nothing for him but this one turned him on.

"Come," he said.

He moved around her, making her turn with him by gently tugging her arm, then guided her a few steps forward bringing her closer to the king size bed. It was a single room cabin. Living-room, bedroom and kitchen in one. He stopped her very close to the foot end of the bed. 

There, he threw the bundle of chain over a wooden rafter that stretched horizontally below the ceiling. Both he and Louise enjoyed the loud clinging noises when, after having gone through the space between the rafter and the ceiling, the free length of chain hit the floor.

Ronald kicked the floored length of chain toward the corner of the bed closest to Louise. He knelt and shoved the chain around the leg of the bed. Then he started pulling, tightening the chain till Louise's arms were held straight above her. At which point he took the second padlock out of his pocket and locked the chain to itself, so that it formed a small loop around the leg of the bed.

The young woman's legs were still free, but in reality she was helplessly chained. Even if he left, she wouldn't be able to get loose. It would be impossible for her to simply break the chain. Also she wouldn't be able to lift the bed to pull the chain under the leg, not from the spot she was chained to. She wouldn't be able to change her bondage by moving or climbing either. Even if she was able to get up to the rafter, she wouldn't be able to squeeze above it to untangle the chain.

The sight of the woman, who was now fully in his power, sent a rush of blood to his cock. He was looking forward to the other rush, the one that usually came sooner than this. The rush that came whenever one of his victims, for the first time, realised that he was not a nice guy, that the situation was getting out of their control.

'She still looks cute, happy even, and expectant. It's almost a shame to take that look off her face. She is almost beautiful like this.'

He was surprised to realise he felt like kissing her again. When Ronald had a woman in chains, he always did with her as he pleased; he went to her and kissed her again. Her kiss was as passionate and arousing as last. Ronald felt torn between kissing her more or continuing with a more usual routine. A bit longer he kissed her before pulling away. 

He moved three steps back to again enjoy the view.

"Do you like to be chained like this?"

Louise opened her eyes.

"Yes I do," she replied with a fresh smile. "I enjoy bondage a lot." 

She leaned her head back to look up at the cuffs and the chain going over the rafter. Then her eyes moved along the chain down to where it was connected to the bed's corner leg.

"Nice toys," she stated. Grinning, she continued, "You have done this before, Joe."

"Indeed I have," said Ronald, which was very much in accordance with the truth.

"Do you enjoy roleplaying too, Joe?"

"What kind of roleplays do you mean?" Ronald returned her question.

"Well..." For the first time since they had arrived at the cabin, Louise appeared shy. "Well I like to... uhm."

"Tell me what you like, Lowish," said Ronald, making sure to mispronounce her name even more than usual. Her sudden self-consciousness made her appear more vulnerable, hence more attractive to him.

"I like rape games," said Louise, regaining her usual frivolous ability to speak freely about sex.

Ronald stared at her, his mouth almost gaping with astonishment. None of the victims he had taken under a false name. Nor any of his many more or less random lovers, whom he had taken under his real name, had said that before. He had been with women who claimed to like it soft as well as women who claimed to like it rough, had also been with women who said they liked to be on top. He had even been with women who claimed they liked to be spanked or tied up. But he had never, ever in all his years, heard a woman say she liked to be raped.

He had raped many women over the years. Even though he had forced some of them to orgasm as a further humiliation, he knew for a fact that none of them had enjoyed it.

"So you go out and get yourself in situations where you are likely to get raped?"

"No. Of course not," she said, frowning a bit at his strange question. "I just search for a guy who gets turned on by force-play and then I ask him to pretend to rape me."

"Pretend to rape?"

"Yes, a bit like we are doing now. Except that we'd agree up front when I should start struggling. Most guys don't like too much of a struggle. It's a lot easier to be a pretend-rapist if the girl is at least partially tied up when the game begins." She winked at him.

"Indeed." Ronald had a hard time preventing himself from laughing at the irony of the situation. "If you like to struggle, go ahead," he offered. "I don't mind."

A little puzzled, Louise looked at him. There was something about the way he said that, something about the way he didn't stop to consider before saying it, that brought a chill to her bones. It also caused a fire between her legs, however, a fire so strong that she, almost instantly, forgot the chill.

She leaned her head back again to inspect the cuffs and chain. The hand-cuffs looked like genuine police quality. The chain appeared fragile, though. Louise had no clue how strong it really was. She was used to sex-shop chains, toys made of cheap materials. This chain was made for industrial purposes, not for games.

"I'm afraid I'll break your chain," she said.

"If you break that chain, I'll give you three-thousand dollars," Ronald stated confidently.

"I don't want your money," replied Louise.

"All right, if you break that chain, I'll buy you twenty new ones. And then you can give me one of those."

Comforted by those words, Louise pulled her hands down a bit, tugging at the chain. The handcuffs bit into her wrists even at a slight yank. She tried to get a good grip of the chain itself with her hands instead. She got up on her toes to loosen the chain enough to get a good grip. The chain, however, was too slick for her to get a hold sufficiently strong to use much force.

Thinking up alternatives she decided to instead attempt to use her legs to get loose. She moved as close to the bed as she could, making sure not to pull her wrists too hard against the cuffs. She reached towards the bed with one leg.

Her foot could reach the side of the bed. Her toes on that foot could even reach below the bed, but it was impossible for her to pull the bed closer with her toes. The bed was old and made of many pieces of solid heavy oak. It was several times heavier than her.

"Are you ready for me to begin the pretend rape thing now, Lowish?" asked Ronald.

"Oh yeah," grinned Louise.

'I wonder, how long it will take before she realises I'm not pretending,' thought Ronald, stepping back to her.

With both hands he took a good hold of the collar of her blouse and ripped it apart, tearing the front of her blouse. He let go and grabbed anew, this time at both sides of the tear. He pulled to the sides again till the tear was complete, leaving her chest and stomach bared.

Louise was a bit surprised when he destroyed her blouse like that, but she had packed spares. 'A nice blouse is a small price to pay for a sex-game like this.'

Under the blouse she only wore a bra. Ronald grabbed the thin part of the bra, right between her breasts. He forcefully pulled it away from her and upwards, making her breasts fall out of their cups. 

'Joe' dragged at her bra with such force that Louise had trouble stemming against his pull with her feet. She wanted to stay on her spot to avoid tugging against the cuffs. She knew she had to protect her wrists from pulling against the handcuffs; thin metal bracelets wasn't proper bondage to dangle by. When he finally released the bra, it smacked back to her chest with a nearly musical elastic sound and curled up above her freed breasts.

He placed a hand on each of her breasts and massaged them, not hard enough to be painful. He was just enjoying how they felt. It was as if they had been created just for his hands, each filled a hand almost exactly, with just a tiny bit to spare.

Hands on her breasts, he pushed her back a bit.

"Auw," exclaimed Louise, as the cuffs started gnawing her wrists.

His push had forced her too far back for her to keep the chain loose. It didn't hurt yet; her outburst was pre-emptive, meant to remind him that her wrists would get hurt if he didn't let her keep the chain loose. A little trick she was accustomed to using, when she needed to communicate something to the one playing the dominant part in her sex-games. Interrupting a game to make explanations was a turn off.

Ronald pushed her chest a bit further back.

"Wait!" Louise's wrists already hurt from the pull, and she felt the sides of the cuffs gnawing into her skin now. "You need to stop the pull at my wrists."

"Do I?" Ronald pretended to ask.

"Yes, handcuffs aren't suitable for leaning any weight on," she explained, frustrated that he still held his hands against her breasts. His hold prevented her from getting back to a position where she could keep weight off the cuffs.

"Really?" Ronald pretended ignorance. He knew exactly what handcuffs did to soft female skin and tissue when exposed to pulls. He had seen it many times.

"Yes really! Move and let me get back in position." Louise was so frustrated at having to interrupt what she still thought was a game that she forgot to be polite.

"Give me another one of those kisses, then I will let you move back," said Ronald, and moved forward.

He bent his arms while moving. His movement didn't push her further back, but didn't allow her to move forward either. Her raised arms were a bit in front of her. He ducked his head between them and moved his lips towards hers. Just before their lips would have touched, Louise moved her head to the side.

"If this was a real rape I would have used this chance to put my knee in your balls," she said. "Just move, ok. I don't want my wrists to hurt for days. I need to be able to use my hands after this weekend."

For a moment, Ronald stood entirely still with his face right next to her turned head. He realised he was disappointed. He hadn't just been playing, he actually wanted another one of those intoxicating kisses. His eyes narrowed. Ronald wasn't used to desiring a kiss, so he wasn't used to being deprived of one either.

He moved his right hand from her left breast to the back of her head. There, he grabbed a handful of hair and pulled down, slowly forcing her head back. Louise resisted the pull as best she could. Her hair-roots weren't all that sensitive, so the pain wasn't bad. Nonetheless, he was strong, and she was not. Fairly easily, Ronald forced her head back, giving Louise a good view of the ceiling.

Then he spoke to her. His anger clear in his voice, but not overstated.

"You have no idea. How ironic it is that you are trying to teach me. How to rape a woman."

He lowered his head and licked her throat, which was now completely bared to him.

"Let go of me," demanded Louise.

His behaviour turned her on immensely, but she wanted to pause, or end, this game, which she thought they were playing. She didn't mind bruises from rough play but did mind the risk of hurting her wrists. Most certainly, if it was to a degree that would give her less than full use of her hands for a week or more.

Ronald continued licking her throat, then pressed his lips firmly against her skin and started sucking with force to make a mark.

"LET GO OF ME," yelled Louise, while trying to shake him loose.

Ronald lifted his head and looked at the hickey he had made on her light skin. Again he lowered his head, and started making a new one.

"STOP IT," screamed Louise as loud as she could with her head bent back.

Completely unimpressed, Ronald continued. They were in a desolate cabin, nearest neighbour several miles away, and there were no hiking paths in the area. She could scream her lungs out, no one but him would hear.

Louise lifted one of her feet and stomped down on one of his as hard as she could. With absolutely no effect. His shoes looked like normal businessman leather shoes, but they were actually tailor made safety-shoes. The front of his feet were protected with a hidden metal cap, which could resist a temporary force of 300 Newton. He could rest a 600 pound concrete block on his toes, without getting hurt. Through that cap a woman, wearing soft walking shoes, could never do any harm to his toes.

Louise had been wrong, she could not have used the opportunity she mentioned to knee him in the balls. When he was that close she could get no force behind such a move. Not even if he stood still and let her do it. 

Although his balls were safe in this particular position, Ronald would have preferred to wear some kind of genital-protection for hunting. That, however, would have been too visible through normal pants, hence he had not added that kind of protection to his rape-kit.


Unwanted Obsession Ch. 01



'Joe' made a third hickey on her throat. Louise wasn't scared yet, she was just getting really pissed off. Yet, she was still horny. The way he stoically ignored her protests and attempts to get loose was too similar to her fantasies to be a turn off.

After admiring the third hickey, he let go off her and stepped three steps back again. Louise straightened her head and walked back where she had been. There she raised her arms as high above her head as possible, to give her wrists some rest.

She looked at 'Joe' and decided to try to reason with him. She was used to playing rape games with guys who were her friends. She had often done it with guys she didn't know well, but there had always been friendly feelings. This man wasn't her friend, but he had acted so friendly since they met, never revealing his true nature. Louise still hadn't understood that he was very different from the others.

"Joe, listen to me. You can't play a rape game this way. Bruises are cool, but damage isn't. I know it sounds weird that wrists can get hurt so easily, but they can. Trust me on it, I've done this a lot."

Louise still assumed he was a rookie at rape-games. In a way she was right, Ronald had never played a rape-game. Ronald wasn't into games, he was into reality. And right now he was amazed.

'She still doesn't get it. She seemed very intelligent when we talked. Back when I first met her she seemed bright too. But no one can be this densely naive, it's just not possible.'

"All right," he said. "Im sorry. I'll take your word for it."

He walked forward and took a look at her wrists, pretending to be worried. He was still lusting for another of her passionate kisses. He figured there was still hope to get another of those, at least until she realised he was going to rape her for real. He could, of course, force her to kiss him later, but he doubted it would be the same.

He raised a hand to massage her wrists gently around the handcuffs.

"It's not too late, is it?" he asked, "Your wrists are they too hurt for us to continue?"

"No, I don't think it's too bad," said Louise, smiling with relief from the false belief that 'Joe' had come to his senses.

"And you?" he asked, managing to look genuinely concerned.

"I'm good. I was just a bit freaked," said Louise, and continued to matter of factly state, "but if we are gonna play more, we really need a safety word."

"How does that work?" he asked, genuinely puzzled.

Ronald had never been interested in experimenting with sex games. The thrill of rape was too great for him to look for other things. He frequently had consensual sex with casual lovers but had never moved consensual sex to an advanced level.

"Well, you know, similar to the codes people use for BDSM-games," she said.

Actually he didn't. When he didn't say anything she continued.

"When we do a pretend rape, I am meant to say 'no' and protest to everything you do to me, and I am supposed to sound as realistic as possible when I do it."

She looked at the floor a moment to find words, then turned her eyes to him again.

'Her eyes looks like emeralds right now,' he thought absentmindedly. He wasn't much into jewellery, but he had always liked the gleam emeralds made when light was reflected in them.

"So I mean, I'm not that great an actor, but still. It might be hard for you to tell when I'm serious and when I'm not," she explained.

Louise had already managed to convince herself that him not realising she was serious had been the case when he had ignored her protests moments earlier. She didn't consider herself naive and when it came to believing there were some very rotten people out there, she had no trouble. But in face to face situations, Louise was extremely naive. Face to face, she couldn't believe in actual evil in another person.

"A safety word is a word that can I use if the game goes further than I can handle," finished Louise.

'I get it now,' thought Ronald. 'This pretend-rape shit is all about a guy blowing a lot of smoke and spending a lot of energy to look strong. While the chick pretends to be weak, even though she is still in full control.' 

He smiled at Louise, once again having to fight himself not to laugh. He had to pretend to cough in his hand to get control of the jerks at the tips of his mouth. They were trying to transform his amiable smile into a wicked grin.

"What should the safety word be then?" he asked.

"I'd prefer to use the one I'm used to. In the heat of an intense game it's hard to remember new ones," she said, "but the one I'm used to is Danish. Do you think you could memorise a Danish word?" she asked.

"Well I learned to memorise your name, Lowish," he said. "Try me." 

He moved his hand to her left breast and started toying with her nipple, while she made a to him nearly unintelligible sound.

"Try again," he encouraged.

She repeated the sound, slower this time.

"Koo-looort," he tried to emulate the word. Louise giggled at his mispronunciation in spite of the waves of lust her nipple sent to the rest of her body in reaction to his touch.

"Joe, you just said 'bullshit' in Danish," she explained.

Ronald laughed with her at that. 'She is a funny chick, no doubt of that.'

When they were done laughing, Louise repeated the word again even slower.

"Koo the ort," he said.

"Yes that's it," confirmed Louise, and moaned when he gave her nipple a squeeze. 

"Kodeord," she repeated.

"Koo the ort," he repeated. "I got it."

"It means 'code-word'," said Louise, and yelped as he squeezed her nipple harder, giving her a wonderful sensation of mixed pain and pleasure. He moved his hand to her other nipple, and toyed with that one too.

"Oh my god." Louise closed her eyes to enjoy the sensations even more. She wasn't religious but had adopted the usage of the words by watching too much American tv.

"I am going to rape you, like you have never been raped before girl," said Ronald. "I'm going to abuse you, use your body for my own pleasure. And I won't stop, no matter how hard you beg me."

He spoke in a seductive manner, Louise assumed it was game-play. She still didn't realise he was serious.

"But before I begin I want another kiss," stated Ronald. "Kiss me, Lowish."

Louise opened her eyes and looked into his brown ones. The man was probably old enough to be her father. Louise was very bad at telling people's age, she was guessing he was somewhere between forty and fifty. In her mind, he was extremely sexy. His eyes were not really sun- or wind-torn. Yet, even though they were deeply brown, and the area around them wasn't excessively wrinkled, the intensity in them reminded her of Clint Eastwood's eyes. 

Every time she looked into his eyes she felt herself melting inside. As if all her will-power prepared to leave her body with her pussy juices.

Neither Ronald nor Louise had a clue of it, but her eyes were beginning to have an equally strong effect on him. Her eyes looked like sparkling emeralds, to him, as she looked at him now, waiting for him to kiss her.

He bent his head and kissed her.

Louise was even more passionate this time; her tongue practically attacked his. He moved both his hands behind her head, pressing her face tight to his. So tight that neither of them could breathe properly. And still they kept kissing. Both of them refusing to stop the kiss, holding their breaths for as long as possible.

Ronald didn't understand why her passion turned him on so much, and right now he didn't care.

He was used to being horny. Extremely horny even. But what he felt now was new to him. There was something about that ordinary looking girl, something unordinary. When he finally had to stop the kiss to breathe, both of them gasped heavily for extra air. While they were still panting he opened her pants. He felt a need to touch her there now. He pulled her pants and underpants a bit down her upper thighs. Just enough to touch her pussy.

He slid a hand between her legs. They were held close together by the pants, but he didn't care. She was so wet his hand slid between her upper thighs with ease. He didn't focus on what he was doing. His fingers moved at random back and forth. 

Louise panted from more than her need for oxygen after the long kiss. So did he. Ronald was dizzy from the lust within. He hadn't felt an ecstasy as strong as this, since the first time he had raped a woman. His fingers moved in a random chaotic pattern, alternating between slipping in and out of her pussy and travelling back and forth between her labia, rubbing her clitoris and whole pussy area in general.

In between her panting gasps for air, Louise let out short shrieks. Her legs were shaking. Ronald was growling. Lost in lust. Louise's shrieks developed to actual screams of lust. She was not usually a screamer, but this time she was. Ronald bit her upper arm, on it's soft underside. He growled like an animal while his hand began moving faster. A few seconds later Louise orgasmed with full force. When she did, Ronald came in his pants.

After their shared orgasm, they were both breathing even heavier than after the kiss.

'I haven't come in my pants for over thirty years.' Ronald was mystified, and his legs were shaking. He let go of Louise and seated himself on the bed.

Louise's legs were shaking too, but she couldn't seat herself with her wrists chained above her; she had to try to stand straight. Her arms were shaking too. She let them hang by the cuffs. It was hard enough her to remain standing without keeping her arms up too.

Ronald was the first to catch his breath and regain his strength. He got up and went to the kitchen part of the room. There he found a sturdy pair of scissors. With that in hand he went back to Louise, who was still shaky.

Without a word he started cutting her already shredded blouse. He cut each sleeve open, and tore the whole piece of cloth off her, discarding it. He cut the shoulder straps and the back strap of her bra and tossed the remains of that away too.

Except for her pulled down pants and underpants clinging to her upper legs, Louise was naked now.

'Her pants will slip off eventually, from the wriggling she will soon be doing.' Ronald was sure of it.

Louise's shaking decreased. By the time Ronald was done removing her blouse and bra, she had regained full control of her legs and arms. Her orgasm had been mind-blowing, but still it had just been an orgasm. Now that she had had some time to breathe her body had plenty energy left. She noticed her wrists were hurting a little, and once again held her arms straight up - to spare her wrists from carrying their weight by the cuffs.

"Do you like pain, Lowish?" asked Ronald.

"Not in itself Joe, but I can handle some pain if need be," replied Louise. "Sometimes a bit of pain makes the game more intense."

"Do you like intense games?" Ronald opened the buckle of his belt.

"You play very intensely already, Joe. You don't need to spank me to get me horny," said Louise honestly, watching Ronald pull his belt loose.

The belt was made of non-ornamented, soft, thick leather. The only metal on it was the buckle. Once it was free, Ronald made a loop of it around his right wrist by pulling the leather through the buckle. He let his right arm hang down a moment, while looking at Louise. She, predictably, stared at the long leather part of the belt, which hung from his wrist passing his open palm on its way towards the floor. 

Keeping his eyes on Louise, Ronald slowly bend his right hand and moved his fingers around the leather till he had a solid grip on it. He enjoyed seeing anxiety grow in her. It wasn't fear yet; she was still convinced they were only playing.

'I'll start the whipping slower than usual,' decided Ronald. He enjoyed anticipating the moment she would realise they were not playing. 'Wonder how much she will take, before using her worthless safety word.'

"A whipping makes the game more realistic, doesn't it?" said Ronald.

Louise moved her eyes from his hand and belt to his face.

"Yes, it often does," she replied.

"You like for the game to be more realistic, don't you?"

"Yes."

"Then let's play." On the inside, Ronald smiled cruelly, but he made his face appear cold and professional, wanting to make Louise squirm more before beginning.

The sight of him did make a strong impression on Louise. He looked like an impersonation of her fantasies coming true. From his professional hold on the belt with a strong hand. To his confident posture. To his face that now revealed no feelings to her. To his eyes that melted her inside.

She did feel some fear regarding the spanking she expected. It had been a while since she had last been spanked. She wasn't sure where her threshold for pain had moved since then. She had never seen a guy hold a belt for spanking the exact way he did. Yet, the way he had handled the belt to hold it that way gave her an impression that he had experience in spanking.

Stronger than slight fear, lust was rising in her. 'Joe' appeared to be everything she had ever thought she would like a sex partner to be, and more.

The sight of him turned her on. The memory of what it felt like when he touched her turned her on. His voice turned her on. His physical strength turned her on. His apparent willingness to take on the role of a rapist turned her on immensely.

She still thought he was only pretending to be a rapist. 'How did I get this lucky? He is a sex-god. And he is toying with me.'

Her heart pumped even faster, as Ronald approached her again.

'I hope, I can take as much spanking as it turns him on to give.' She had told the truth when she said, she didn't enjoy pain in itself. Pain didn't give her the chemical rush that she had heard several people who were into SM speak of. She got her rushes by feelings of being dominated, by force in particular.

He placed himself right next to her. So close she could feel the warmth of his body next to hers, even through his clothes. He lifted his right hand, still firmly gripping the belt, luring her eyes to it. He moved it to the skin between her breasts. Louise felt the free belt end caressing her belly.

"You are going to whine for me girl," he said, "and you are going to scream for me."

His words sent currents through her stomach to her clitoris, causing her to release even more juices. She felt dominated in a wonderful way. Ronald moved behind her and slapped her butt once with the belt. It was a far softer swing than he normally used against a victim. It only stung a bit and barely made her gasp. 

Louise prepared herself for a normal spanking of her ass cheeks. Several guys she had been with, had liked to whip that way.

When he continued, Ronald didn't focus on her ass. His swings rained all over her body. Only her face was safe from the belt. He started out slowly. He wasn't used to giving his victims a soft start but was used to controlling the belt precisely. It was easy to give her a 'soft' beating.

The first dozen strokes were so soft, they could hardly be called a spanking. More sound than sting. They barely made her skin blush and didn't draw sound from her either.

At the thirteenth stroke Ronald hit as hard as he normally hit his victims when using the belt, and was rewarded by a shriek from Louise, as well as a clear red line on her back.

'That will develop to a purple bruise, within a few hours,' estimated Ronald.

He gave her about two seconds to gasp in before he struck again, equally hard.

"It hurts," gasped Louise. "It hurts bad, Joe."

He waited a few seconds again. Louise was moving on the spot, wiggling her upper body to make the pain dissipate faster. Ronald noticed her pants had begun their journey down her upper thighs. He struck again just as hard

Louise emitted a loud shriek.

"Please stop, Joe," she yelled, right after the shriek.

'Not using her special word yet,' noticed Ronald. 'She still thinks we are playing.'

Her plea sounded sincere though. He hit again. He was sure she would give up soon. 

He was right.

If he had taken longer breaks between each hit then Louise might have been able to stand it longer. She had never been whipped this hard so swiftly before. She wasn't into hardcore pain and hadn't been warmed up to it. After four more hits where she only screamed and pleaded with him, she used her safety word.

Her back was to him at that moment, so she didn't see him break into a grin when she spoke the Danish word. He had looked forward to this, the second big rush, the one that usually came first. His victim's 'realisation of danger' was imminent.

He stepped closer to her. Standing behind her, he put his arms around her. Pretending to be gentle one last time, drawing out the moment.

"Did it hurt too much?" he whispered the question into her ear, intimately.

"Yes," she said, still sobbing a bit in aftermath to pain.

Even the pressure of his body, gently hugging against hers, made her fresh bruises hurt. He let go of her and moved to her front. He wanted to see her face, when she understood the severity of her situation.

"Lowish," he said.

Louise raised her head and looked at him. He locked eyes with her.

"Your safety word don't mean crap to me." 

A shock of fear went through Louise. 'He can't be serious.'

Ronald lifted his right hand with the belt. Louise's eyes flew from his face to his raised hand.

He felt the rush. 'She gets it now.' The knowledge made lust sweep through his body.

"Joe, NO!"

She had begun talking as a new plea, but talk changed to scream as his hand flew forward swinging the belt to hit her hard. He hit her again after that and continued to hit in a steady rhythm, less than three seconds between each lash. Louise kept trying to beg him to stop. Most of her attempts got interrupted by shrieks and screams, which she couldn't hold back each time the belt hit.

Pulling her body round, paying no heed to her now tortured wrists, Louise tried to avoid the lashes. It was to no avail. She didn't manage to dash out of any of his swings.

The struggle made her pants drop all the way to her feet. At one time she lost her balance when trying to avoid a lash, because her feet were tangled in them. For a moment her full weight was carried by the handcuffs. The metal bit hard into her wrists. Screaming yet again, she managed to ignore the next lash to regain her balance, and get her hands around the chain above the handcuffs.

The chain was too slick for the hold to do her much good though. To spare her wrists, she had to stay where the chain was loosest, and do her best to keep her arms up.

She tried, but every time the belt struck, she forgot everything else than that burn for a fraction of a second. Every single time, for that fraction of a second, she instinctively tried to pull her arms down till the pain from her wrists reminded her of their peril.

Her shrieks interrupted her breathing each time the belt hit and her sobs slowed her attempts to breathe between hits. When Ronald finally gave her a moments rest after a dozen painful lashes she was breathless and tears of pain streamed down her cheeks.

She stood up straight, but her arms were shaking. She had no energy to keep their weight of her bruised hurting wrists. She wanted to beg for mercy but couldn't control her voice. What came out of her mouth were sob-mixed incoherent sounds. No whole words.

Ronald moved in front of her, he put his hands on her breasts again. Letting the belt dangle freely from its loop around his wrist, he pushed her backwards, like he had done before. She whimpered, as the chain tightened and the hand-cuffs bit hard into her wrists. Then he bent his arms, while moving his body to hers, till they stood like they had before. This time she didn't protest.




Unwanted Obsession Ch. 01



"This is the real deal, Lowish," he said tonelessly, "Do you feel like trying to knee me in the balls?"

She shook her head, then stared into his dark eyes.

Her fear rounded eyes reminded him of how a rabbit would freeze when caught in the light-beams of a moving car's headlights.

Except for their colour.

'Emeralds,' he thought, 'and right now they are all mine. She is all mine.'

He shook his head to get rid of the strange thoughts. He didn't usually stop to think poetically when toying with a victim. Not once he was past the seduce and lure phase, not once they were in chains and there was no need for sweet words.

He pressed his lips against hers in a mock imitation of a kiss. A small part of him hoped she would respond. She didn't, she didn't try to move her head to the side either. She was too scared of him now to try to fight him in any way.

He slipped behind her, holding her to him with one hand. His other hand he moved to one of her breasts to play with its nipple. He enjoyed the feel of nipples. Hers were hard.

'From being naked,' he assumed. The room wasn't cold, but it wasn't a sauna either.

Louise hadn't expected to feel lustful sensations again, not after the beating she had received, but when he twirled her nipple between thumb and index finger, surges spread through her body and made her clitoris pulsate. She didn't believe she could be horny as scared and hurting as she was, but she was too afraid to really care whether she was horny or not.

He played with her other nipple too, before moving his touch from her breasts to explore more of her upper body. He caressed her soft skin. He was used to women who had the muscle tone of models. He usually preyed on women who made a big deal of their appearance. Beautiful women, who wore perfect make-up and fashionable feminine or directly sexy clothes.

Most of his victims were half professional bimbos, women who had spent most of their adult life seducing wealthy men to be awarded with jewellery or other expensive gifts.

Sometimes he went after self confident business women instead.

Before Louise all his victims had been women who took great pride in keeping their bodies fit. Women who spent lots of time on fitness, swimming, jogging or even dancing.

He wasn't sure why he had chosen Louise. He hadn't been in a rush. She wasn't his type. There had been something about the way she had watched him with those blue-green eyes. But, back then, her eyes hadn't reminded him of emeralds, so he wasn't convinced that had been his reason for picking her.

He didn't regret his choice now though. When he pressed his fingers against her stomach, he felt a soft, but not thick, layer of female fat. Somehow it made him feel good to touch that rather than a rehearsed muscle tone. It made him want to touch her more.

Ronald always did whatever he wanted to with his victims.

Ronald started using both hands to touch her. Letting them travel where they wanted to on her body. His hands seemed to want to go everywhere, for a while completely uninterested in causing pain.

No longer held back by force, Louise slowly moved back to where the chain would be looser. At first too grateful to be allowed to do so, to be bothered by the groping hands. At first even grateful for the groping itself, because it seemed to give her a further pause from the beating.

She was still sore every place that had been hit by the hard round of lashes. Compared to the pain she had experienced when being lashed, the dull throbbing soreness now was easy to ignore. Too easy maybe. At first she had been happy about his groping hands, because a hand couldn't swing a belt while groping. But as they kept moving she noticed his touch more.

During the whipping Louise had been too scared and in too much pain to feel anything else. Now, that he was just feeling her up, she felt violated. She had never been raped for real, never been abused beyond her consent, never even been hit outside of pretend games.

His hands caressed her body, softly and searchingly like a lover's would. Right then, his touch very much reminded her of normal intimate cuddly sex, which she hardly ever practised.

Back when she was nineteen normal sex had begun to make her nauseous, especially intimate almost non-sexual caresses like the ones 'Joe' were indulging in now.

She had realised with time that the nausea hadn't come from fear of intimacy, as she had thought at first. It had come because normal sex didn't satisfy her and the frustrations of often having sex but never satisfaction had gotten to her. Normal sex had begun to feel like abuse; during normal sex guys would get off on her while she just felt empty.

Rape games didn't feel like abuse, they just turned her on.

Nowadays, she didn't get nauseous from normal sex. Mostly because she no longer bothered to do cuddly sex with a guy who hadn't previously satisfied her for real. She didn't feel abused when such a guy got off from fucking her in a cuddly way, even though she still wasn't very aroused when having normal sex.

'Joe' had proven that what he was doing was abuse. His intimate caresses felt more like abuse than the touch of any other guy ever had.

'I wanna go home. I don't wanna be here.' Louise was so used to speaking English that she usually thought in English too.

"Please stop," she begged.

Ronald pretended to pay no heed to her words, but actually he liked it when they begged. He liked it when they protested too. He even liked it when they worded their despair as orders. It excited him greatly to not do what they asked him to.

His cock was again rock-solid. Ronald was a male nymphomaniac. He could get off more times a day than most women. He had to get off more times a day than most women seemed able to, simply to make it through the day. The only days he didn't wank at all were the days he played with a victim from dawn till dusk.

"Please let me go," begged Louise, and repeated the sentence over and over.

Every reiteration sent surges of lust to Ronald's cock.

"I'm gonna fuck your brains out," said Ronald.

The cliché stopped Louise's pleas. She didn't know he had already come in his pants. She didn't know there didn't seem to be a limit to how many times 'Joe' could come in a day.

'After fucking me, he will be done with me.' She wasn't too scared of the intercourse itself, she didn't think it would feel more violating to be fucked by him than to be felt up by him the way he was doing now. And, she was very sure it wouldn't be anywhere near as painful as being beaten, not sure it would be painful at all. She was still lubricated from the orgasm she had had before realising he was an actual rapist.

Louise was sure that after intercourse the rape would be over. When it was over, she figured, he would either let her go or kill her, and she couldn't guess which option he would go for.

Ronald let go of her and went to the bathroom. He wanted to clean the general area around his cock before fucking her. The whole area was smeared with sperm from his previous cum, which had been held in by his pants.

He always used condoms with victims. He had for years.

He was a serial-rapist. Leaving biological evidence might get him caught eventually. As Ronald Jackson his DNA-fingerprint was not to be found in any registers. He had never been convicted of a sex-crime. But he wouldn't rely on it never happening. He might be accused of something one day.

He never took risks in his own name, but people were often falsely accused of crimes. Especially wealthy men, like himself, who were able to offer large sums to have their names cleansed.

Better safe than sorry was Ronald's motto when it came to the aspect of retaining his freedom.

Many years back he had fucked victims condom-less on the first day of rape and switched to using condom on the second. Back then, law authorities had been unable to make a proper DNA-fingerprint of a rapist several days after the load was shot into a victim. Nowadays it was possible, but Ronald had ceased the habit far sooner than that.

He was a serial-rapist, not a serial-murderer. If one of his victims got pregnant by him, no few days could hide his DNA-signature.

Of course, condoms also solved the issue of sexually transmitted diseases.

Ronald Jackson took his clothes off and turned on the shower. 

When Louise heard water running from the shower in the bathroom, she thought she had a chance to escape. She still thought the chain, which held her arms up, was weak. By pushing her shoes off, she managed to get her feet untangled from her pants and kicked the discarded clothing away, then looked up. Her wrists were badly bruised.

'This is gonna hurt,' she thought and jumped up.

To make sure all her weight would be caught by the hand-cuffs when gravity pulled her down, she bent her knees. Her plan succeeded, in so far that all her weight got transferred to the chain through the handcuffs around her wrists, but the chain held.

Her wrists held too, but the pain was immense. She immediately put her feet to the floor, barely able to refrain from screaming. She sobbed in desperation, fear and pain. Then Louise jumped again, with the same result as last. This time her feet made a thumping sound when she straightened her legs to put them on the floor again.

Ronald was only washing his lower region to get the sperm of. Not taking a full shower. When Louise tried for the third time he had washed the soap off and reached out a hand hand to snap off the water.

He heard a loud scream and a thumping sound the moment he turned the water off.

'What the fuck is she doing?' He grabbed a towel and marched out of the bathroom to check on his victim. Louise was still chained with her arms above her head, but she was whimpering with pain. 

Ronald started drying himself with the towel while approaching her, figuring out what she had done to hurt herself.

'She either kicked the bed with her toes or pulled her wrists too hard on the handcuffs,' he concluded.

He turned his eyes to her toes, while drying his legs. 'She isn't standing like someone whose feet hurt, must be her wrists. Not broken, though,' estimated Ronald. 'If they were broken she would still be screaming. Hope she didn't damage them too much.' He enjoyed bruising a woman, but broken bones, streams of blood, or other excessive physical trauma was a turn off.

"Were you looking to get yourself some more chains?" mocked Ronald, "or did you change your mind about the three thousand dollars?"

Once his legs were dry, he dried his groin. Louise said nothing in return to his mockery. Once Ronald started drying his chest and armpits her whimpers had ceased to sobs, and her eyes were on him.

"You know, handcuffs aren't suitable for leaning any weight on." He grinned while throwing her own words back at her. In spite of his grin he observed her seriously. 'If she is desperate enough to risk breaking her wrists to get loose, she probably thinks I'm going to kill her. I'll have to be careful.'

In Ronald's experience the old nickname for rape as 'a fate worse than death' was quite erroneous. Women would mostly struggle very hard to avoid being raped, even if they didn't have a chance to avoid it. But such efforts were nothing compared to the frenzy a woman displayed when she was convinced he would kill her. Even the most feminine and slender leg could offer a quite severe kick if its owner believed she was in mortal danger. Fear of death in a victim had caused Ronald broken ribs on several occasions in the past. His left arm had been broken by kicks twice during his career as a rapist.

Once dry, Ronald threw the towel on a chair, put a condom on and moved closer to Louise. She was still watching him. He began to circle her before entering her kicking-range. Louise turned, as he moved, to keep facing him.

"Stand still, Lowish," he commanded.

Turning slowly Louise kept facing him. He stopped trying to circle her.

"Turn around, Lowish."

She was too on edge to comply, too scared of what he would do when she wasn't watching.

"All right, Lowish, we'll do it your way. I'll force you to do what I say." Ronald sighed in a false display of regret. His sigh was only half an act, though. He had only wanted to feel her up a little more before fucking her for the first time. He hadn't planned to beat her further immediately. Next beating was further down his time table. Like somewhere between the third and sixth fuck.

Louise watched as 'Joe' walked back to the bathroom. He was only in there a few seconds. When he came back he was holding the belt again.

"Please don't," begged Louise, when he again looped it around his wrist, "please don't hurt me."

Ronald lashed the air with the belt making a loud whip-lash sound, and walked towards her. After two steps, Louise swirled around to face away from him.

"Please don't hit me. I'll do anything you want. Please. I'm sorry I'll do anything you want."

"If you keep facing that way till I tell you otherwise. I will hit you less," promised Ronald. A promise he intended to keep if she obeyed, at least for now. 

He hit her back-side three times in a row without pausing. She shrieked in between each lash. On the third her knees buckled and she screamed when, for a second, her weight was carried by her wrists. Her scream was replaced by fresh sobbing when she found her balance.

'Im sure she didn't break any bones earlier, but it does sound like she has strained something,' thought Ronald. His hard-on lost a little levity at that thought, but he was too horny for it to disappear entirely.

He covered the little distance between them and pressed himself against her from behind. Louise whimpered on top of her sobs, fearing he would push her forward and make the chain tug at her wrists again. He didn't do that, he just rubbed his cock against her ass-cheeks, while whispering in her ear.

"You look tired. Would you like to lie down on the nice, soft bed now?"

Louise nodded. That moment she feared pain more than she feared whatever would happen after the rape. Ronald moved away to fetch the key to the padlocks. Louise heard him open a drawer, rummage in it and close it again, but didn't turn to observe him. She was scared he would change his mind and beat her more if she moved, so she stayed entirely still. She even managed to stop making sobbing sounds. Her chest still quivered with every breath though.

Ronald went to the foot end of the bed and unlocked the padlock, which kept the chain anchored there. Still scared of moving, Louise kept her arms up, even as the chain went loose. Even when she felt 'Joe' press his body against her from behind again, she still kept them up.

His hands started groping her again. She didn't mind this time. She didn't mind his hard cock pressing against her either. She took both as a sign that he was ready to get the fucking done with. A sign that it would all be over soon.

Louise was right that Ronald was ready to fuck. Feeling up her soft female form made him forget her wrists. He had planned to chain her securely to the bed before fucking her, but when one of his hands travelled between her legs and he felt the wetness still left from her orgasm then all thoughts of caution left him.

He threw her to her back, on the bed, and crawled onto her, using his knees to part her legs. It was easily done as she didn't fight him. He only took seconds to get in position.

Louise closed her eyes.

He placed a hand on each side of her, easily keeping his upper body hovered above her. Ronald didn't just appear muscular, he was strong.

He didn't need hands to help his cock find its target. He was able to pin a tight dry pussy on a hysterically struggling woman, without using hands. Louise was laying still and her juices hadn't dried out yet, making her entrance a very easy target.

Louise felt the head of his cock probing between her legs. Her body gave a jerk when it found its way and pushed inside her in a clean slow sweep. It felt like a long time passed before 'Joe's pelvis met hers. When it did, she heard him moan with pleasure. She was grateful he kept his upper body at arms length. The whole thing felt less intimate that way.

She had more juices left inside her than Ronald had thought. She was as tight as most of his victims. Tight from not being horny. But she was still oiled and slippery from the time when she hadn't known what kind of man he was.

'Lover,' he thought incoherently.

Most likely a thought arising from the fact that she was as oiled as his random lovers, not like his chosen victims. He regretted the condom, without thinking clearly about it. He wanted to feel her oils against his skin, but her pussy felt too good for him to pull out, even for a second.

'Closed eyes.' The sight made him growl. He didn't care why. 'She is mine.'

"Look at me!" he grunted.

Louise opened her eyes and stared into his an arms length above.

'Rabbits, headlights. MINE.'

He didn't care what he was thinking. Her pussy brought him closer to ecstasy with every thrust he made. He lowered his upper body, to float with his face just above hers. That way her blue-green eyes came to fill most of his view. He barely noticed the extreme strain on his arms, from carrying the full weight of his upper body while bending at such an angle. He pumped faster.

'Mine.. Mine.. Mine.. Mine..'

The word flew through his head with every thrust into her, while he stared into her eyes. They looked green to him now.

'EMERALDS!' he thought as the build up pleasure suddenly exploded into pure ecstasy.

"MINE," Ronald yelled as he threw his head back and straightened his arms again. To pump with a severe frenzy while he shot his load.

"MINE!"

This time the word came out as a scream, while the second half of his cum sprayed into the condom. Ronald wasn't even aware a word came out of his mouth together with the scream of pleasure.

He collapsed on top of Louise, drawing deep breaths in - and exhaling noisily. He was still dizzy from the extreme pleasure he had just experienced.

'Holy crap,' he thought, 'about ten shots every single day as far back as I can remember.'

He was able to think coherently now that the pressure was released.

'I thought I'd tried every single type of cum, orgasm, release or whatnot any man could experience.' Ronald laughed softly to himself. 'Sometimes it's great to be wrong.' He raised himself by his arms to look at his victim's face again. Looking back at him, she appeared scared and vulnerable.

"That's some great pussy you got down there, girl."

He broke into an actual laughing fit and collapsed on her again. His arms felt like jelly.

"I know what you're thinking," he said between laughing spasms. "You're thinking, I bet he says that to all the girls."

Ronald laughed on after that comment. Not so much at his own joke more because he felt extremely good and relaxed. When the laughter subsided he laid still a while longer. Enjoying the feel of being pushed slowly up and down by Louise's breathing below him.

'I should keep her for longer than a weekend. There is something different about this one.'

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Unwanted Obsession Ch. 02



Foreword: last edited december '08, for better sentence structure, grammar etc.

This is not sweet reluctance, this is creepy, dark, non-con, and a work of pure fiction.

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Ronald crawled off his victim and the bed. He walked round the bed and bent to open the cupboard below the night-stand. It was filled with dish towels. He grabbed the top towel and straightened his back.

Looking up at him, Louise still lay on her back as he had left her with her head at the side of the bed where he now stood. Apart from turning her head while following him with her eyes, she hadn't moved. She had half expected him to take a weapon out of the cupboard, the dish towel didn't look lethal though.

'Maybe he will just clean up and let me go.' Louise almost regretted being agnostic, not having a god to direct a prayer to. 'If something is out there, please keep me safe. I don't want to die!'

Ronald - 'Joe' - unfolded the dish towel by grabbing an end of it and allowing the rest to fall. He draped the open towel over one hand and used it to remove the condom and sweep semen from his cock in one calculated, practised movement. He folded the towel round semen and condom and then wiped his cock more thoroughly with the folded cloth.

Motionlessly, Louise watched the whole process. Her rapist seemed very accustomed to performing this particular procedure. He took less than twenty seconds to get clean and dry.

Just prior to going on vacation in USA Louise had obtained her masters degree in molecular- and cellular-biology. She was used to working in laboratories under stricter than sterile conditions and couldn't help but notice how there was at all times a piece of towel between 'Joe's fingers and his cock, his semen never got directly in contact with his hands.

'His hands never get in contact with any side of the towel that has been in touch with the skin on his cock either,' she also noticed. 'No transference of semen. Joe is thorough.'

Planning ahead as always, Ronald had placed a bin next to the night stand, prior to bringing Louise to the cabin. Now, he dropped the sperm and condom containing dish towel in that bin.

Back when he had decided he wanted Louise to be his target for this hunt, he had told her he owned a cabin in this area. That had been a lie. Actually most of what he had told her had been lies. This cabin was rented, he had rented it after convincing the young woman to spend a weekend at 'his' cabin.

Ronald had paid for the cabin under the name Joe Paine, the car he travelled in was rented under the name Joe Paine too. All paid in cash, though. Joe Paine didn't exist. The address he used as 'Joe' was a long-term paid hotel room.

When renting cars he wrote a fake social security number with illegible writing. The lack of social security number and long term temporary address would often give the police quite a bit of trouble establishing whether or not the name he assumed with a victim, was false.

The expensive cars he rented always had many different GPS tracking systems. For that reason most of the rental companies considered checking the ID of customers a negligible safety precaution. It did happen on rare occasions that a car rental firm refused to rent him a car without seeing his drivers license. In spite of his grieved explanations of being in a hurry and having forgotten it at his hotel. But it wasn't often, especially not after flashing one-hundred dollar bills.

He wasn't sufficiently unworldly to believe that every time one of his victims chose to report, the police would chase a fake name till they forgot the case. It was just a small extra safety precaution. As long as they were looking for a man who had abused under his real name, they wouldn't suspect a serial rapist.

He never used the same name for more than one hunt, and there were a lot of rapists out there, other criminals making his actions less visible. 

Whenever local law authorities suspected a crime to be of a serial nature, they would send the case on to a nation-wide agency. If that happened too many times then a federal agent might one day see too many shadow pictures resembling Ronald, to have any doubts regarding the 'serial' nature of the reports in front of him.

The FBI took serial quite seriously, even if it was rape and not murder. Mostly because they had this notion that serial rapists tended to be serial murderers-to-be.

'I've hunted at least thrice a year for the last twenty-five years,' thought Ronald, smiling at the irony, 'sometimes more. I still have no inclination to stake women with anything other than my cock.'

Ronald made sure never to hunt in the same or neighbouring states twice in a row and sometimes he hunted in foreign countries. He was always extremely careful and so far he knew for a fact that no shadow picture resembling him had made it to nation-wide spread amongst law-authorities.

He turned his attention back to 'Lowish'.

Louise noticed her rapist's cock making a small jumping motion. She didn't realise it was because its owner was looking at her. 

'He is taking a long time to go fully flaccid after ejaculating,' thought Louise, focusing on the biological detail to not think about her situation.

In reality Ronald's cock had, unnoticed by her, been a bit more deflated right when he took it out of her. It's current half-sized state was not a slow movement towards flaccid. It was a slow development of a new erection.

Ronald turned, walked round the bed and went across the room, straight to the chest of drawers where he had taken handcuffs and chain earlier. In those drawers he had arranged this hunt's bondage tools.

'Maybe he is fetching the keys for the handcuffs,' thought Louise, remembering he had taken the hand-cuffs from there.

Hope grew in her.

'Maybe he will unlock the hand-cuffs and let me go now.'

She drew her arms down, from above her head, and scurried slowly to the side of the bed, not wanting to appear aggressive towards her rapist. She had no intentions of pissing him off, especially not now that she hoped to be released.

Ronald opened another drawer this time what he took out was not a key.

Louise's hopes of being released vanished when she saw leather and more chains in his hands. She couldn't discern exactly what it was, other than that it was obviously meant for further bondage.

She got on her feet, new panic rising in her stomach. 'Joe' rushed towards her. The split-second his movement began her body decided to try to run, faster than she could even calculate the bad odds for such an attempt. He instantly caught her and threw her back to the bed. Louise landed on her back. 'Joe's actions were swift and practised. Disoriented from the manhandling, Louise didn't even struggle as he flipped her over on her stomach, and straddled her back pinning her completely.

"You aren't fast enough to stand a chance, girl," stated Ronald, in an informative tone.

Louise only whimpered in return. Her hands had landed below her when he flipped her over. Now her body pressed the sides of the hand-cuffs into her hurting wrists. Ronald's weight on her back made it worse and also made it impossible for her to move her arms without making the pain even stronger.

Ronald had dropped the new pieces of leather and chain on the bed while shoving 'Lowish' back to the bed with his body and one arm. Now he picked up the leather allowing the cold chains, attached to it, to dangle down on his own thighs and the upper part of his victim's back.

The biggest leather part was basically a belt, but it had no buckle. Instead it had one hole at one end and multiple holes in the other. All holes big enough to fit the open long-bowed 'close to lock' padlock that already hung in one hole.

Two chains were attached to the belt. One of them close to the one-holed end, the other a bit from it. At the end of each chain a leather cuff was fastened.

Ronald made sure the chains were untangled before draping both to one side and leaving the open belt stretched across Louise's upper back. He leaned forward and moved his crotch slowly down over his victim's ass. After his cock had travelled the full length of the crack between her cheeks, he laid his upper body down on top of hers. Bondage belt between them.

"Are you comfortable, Lowish?" he mocked, he understood very well that her wrists had to be very unhappy right then.

Louise started sobbing and began pleading again.

"Please let me go, please, Joe."

Those words made Ronald's new erection grow to full.

"You get to choose between one or two belts, Lowish," said Ronald, as enigmatic as any fortune teller. "If you lay still and behave, you get one belt. If you misbehave and make me have to fight, you get two belts."

Ronald smiled, his mouth next to Louise's ear. He liked his own form for humour and didn't mind if his victims disapproved of him laughing at his own jokes.

"Do you understand what I mean?" he asked.

"No. I don't understand, Joe. Please stop hurting me. I won't tell anyone, please let me go."

Her pleas sent further shocks of lust to his cock. He was tempted to fuck her again immediately.

'It would be so easy to just press my legs between hers and get at it,' he thought, but then chided himself. 'Get a hold of yourself. At this rate she will never get properly chained.'

"Well, Lowish. There is one belt on your back. That is the one you are getting either way. The other belt you are already familiar with."

He felt a shiver go through her body below him at the referral to the belt he had beaten her with earlier. To know that he could scare her simply with words, turned him on.

"Please don't hurt me, Joe. Please don't," she pleaded, before thinking, 'Begging won't help.' Louise resumed her sobbing, momentarily giving up further pleading.

'Seems she is done talking for now.' Ronald was almost relieved. 'A few more 'please don't's, and I wouldn't have been able to delay the next fucking further.'

He lifted himself to his hands and knees above Louise and moved a bit further down, to seat himself on her upper legs. He took the bondage belt and placed it on her lower back.

With his weight off her back Louise lifted her upper body with her elbows to get her sore wrists out from under her body. She moved fearfully, prepared to freeze in position if her rapist should express displeasure. She knew she couldn't fight her way loose just now and wasn't ready to expose herself to his anger.

Ronald used the opportunity to push the multi-holed end of the belt halfway under her with one arm, and pull it out from under her with his other. He closed the bondage belt by pushing the bow of the padlock through the single hole at one end of the belt and through a suitable hole near the belt's other end, and finally clicking the padlock to lock.

By this time Louise had moved her hands out from under her and pushed her elbows ahead of her, to keep her hurting wrists out of harms way.

With his right hand, Ronald took a strong hold on the belt. He unstraddled 'Lowish' to reposition himself. Moving his right leg between hers, he easily pushed her legs apart; she wasn't fighting.

"Good girl," he complimented. "I kinda got the impression you weren't completely stupid when we first met."

He kept a good hold on the belt while moving his other leg between hers too.

"Of course, I had to change my mind about your intelligence just recently, when I saw you allow a stranger to chain you up without putting up the least fight." He grinned a bit at referring to himself in third person. "You really aren't a good judge of character, are you?"

Louise's sobbing had become the quiet shaky kind. She clearly heard every word he spoke. 'He is right. I am such an idiot. Why am I such an idiot? How could I be this stupid?'

Ronald kept a tight grip on the belt with his right hand, while gliding his left hand down her left leg - from hip to ankle. At her ankle he moved his hand under her foot and lifted it towards him, bending her leg. He then held her lower leg in place in the crook of his left arm, in order to free his left hand.

He released the hold on the belt with his right hand, and instead grabbed the leather cuff attached to the left-most chain. Using both hands he put the cuff on her ankle. Once it was properly locked, he let go of her leg. Louise's lower leg swung a bit back when he let go, but the chain was too short for her to extend her leg.

Ronald was satisfied with the result and repeated the procedure with her right leg.

Usually when Louise played sex-games with her lovers, she would feel a special surge of lust sweep through her body when the last of her free limbs was bound. The knowledge that she had become truly helpless always struck her at such moments.

She hadn't expected to feel that surge in this situation, but when 'Joe' let go of her right leg, and it bounced back, and she felt the cuff pull at her right ankle too, then the old surge she knew so well swept through her body. She felt it clearly even through her fear.

'No, not possible,' stipulated Louise. 'I am not turned on by this. I could never enjoy real rape. It's just more fear. I'm not like that.'

She got time to think more such statements to herself while 'Joe' moved off the bed to fetch a new condom. Ronald was so horny now that his hands almost shook while he removed the rubber from it's tinfoil cover. He was too accustomed to applying condoms to be slowed by such minor inconveniences, though.

Focusing very hard on convincing herself that her body was not responding sexually, Louise kept her eyes closed. She had been so immensely scared for so long that her body had taken a break from the fear - without asking her permission. Without the fear to cover all her other emotions she suddenly had other things to worry about, such as shame.

Ronald was almost done applying the condom. He turned his eyes back to his victim while rolling the rubber ring the last half of the way towards his crotch. Automatically evaluating how 'safely' she was bound.

'While she is on her stomach, I won't need to worry about her cuffed hands or flailing arms. Doubt she is able to offer a decent scratch with her short nails, not after what she did to her wrists.'

His eyes went to her legs as he walked around the bed again to approach her from the rear. He smiled at seeing her close them as he approached. He enjoyed that particular type of leg bondage very much. The bent legs made the victim unable to make those bone-breaking kicks, the ones he had learned to be wary of the hard way, but in this bondage the victim still had some freedom of movement and that often enticed them to struggle.

'In tight bondage most of them go completely limp,' remembered Ronald, 'becoming about as interesting as a sun-warm melons with holes,' he mused. 'Well, maybe a bit more if using lubrication.'

Ronald enjoyed a good struggle. He liked to fuck them while they struggled too.

'It just feels more like rape, when they are actually fighting.'

Sometimes making them cease struggling by giving proper threats gave the same satisfaction. Ronald enjoyed variety.

Louise squeezed her legs together as hard as she could, though she knew it would be futile. She expected 'Joe' to come on the bed and forcibly spread her legs again. She squealed in surprise when instead he pulled her backwards till she was almost off the bed. He let go and gravity pulled her knees painfully to the floor. The chains kept her legs bent and her feet from the floor. After her unwilling backwards movement, her breasts and above were still on the bed. The rest of her body was not.

Ronald grabbed hold of the belt to prevent 'Lowish' from sinking herself to the floor. He was in good shape and the evening was still young.

He pushed a foot between her knees and kicked side to side to move them apart. Then he knelt behind her, between her flailing feet.

"Ready for some more of that rape-thing, Lowish?"

He held on to the belt with one hand while guiding his cock in place with the other. In this position he had to use a hand for that, with her knees so spread his cock was aiming too high when unaided.

'She is still soaking wet,' he thought with amazement. His victims didn't usually retain much wetness that long after a rape had begun. He pushed his cock as far in as it could get at this awkward angle, with her pussy being placed too low.

'No!' thought Louise, when she felt her pussy tense against the intrusion in a way that was everything but painful.

'That's not what it feels like. It's not.' Shame made her nauseous and the unwanted feeling almost washed away. Louise managed to convince herself that it was completely gone.

Ronald grabbed hold of the belt with both hands and lifted her by it till her entrance was at the same altitude as the base of his member, then he pushed his cock all the way in. It was heavy lifting with his arms so far from his body, so he only thrust twice before moving her forward, to place more of her weight on the bed.

The very unpleasant pressure of the belt around her stomach completely hid the sensations his cock woke inside her, and for a moment Louise again forgot her shame.

Ronald didn't push all of her upper body onto the bed. Her entrance would have been placed too high if he did. He only moved her forward till her upper thighs were about three inches from the border of the bed. That placement gave his cock good access. He could now press his cock almost fully to the hilt while entering her in an upwards angle.

Satisfied with the position he began fucking her steadily while holding her hips.

"Ahh," he exhaled pleasurably.

'No,' Louise thought again as the other sensation returned, 'not possible.'

"STOP," she screamed, and started struggling by moving her legs in random manners and trying to move forward on the bed by digging her elbows in the mattress.

Ronald kept fucking her, his hips moved back and forth and his cock slid easily in her with the motion.

'How can she still be this wet?' he wondered, too busy enjoying the sensation to care about the answer.

"SOMEBODY HELP ME!" yelled Louise as loud as she could, then screamed in rage while aimlessly struggling.

The futility of his victim's efforts excited him further, he began moving faster and harder. Every few strokes Louise got too far in on the bed, moved by the combined force of his thrusts and her attempts to crawl away. Each time that happened Ronald easily pulled her back in place - without breaking his rhythm.

"STOP HIM PLEASE. ANYBODY. HELP ME!"

"Nobody is... coming to... help you." Ronald spoke in huffs, physical exertion and lust eating his breath.

Louise ceased her attempts to crawl on her elbows. She believed him, she had known it was futile even before she began yelling. At this moment she hated her own body even more than she hated him. Her pussy was giving her sensations she couldn't acknowledge in this situation.

'I'm not like that,' she tried to convince herself and let her elbows slide in front of her again, so she could hug her own head with her arms. She started crying heavily and heartbroken.

Ronald was too deep in ecstasy to pay heed to his victim's change in attitude, he was preparing to shoot his load again. Sweat was breaking out all over his body while the bottom half of his stomach started to burn.

'I am winning this fight,' he thought somewhere inside the raging lust, not even noticing the young woman had already given up. He increased his speed a last notch. His vision was getting blurry, but he clearly heard the characteristic squishy sounds of a very wet pussy being rammed.




Unwanted Obsession Ch. 02



'Helplessly oiled,' he thought incomprehensibly. 'Sweet oil.'

His shoulders started shaking as if in cramp. He groaned and every muscle in his body tensed as the shot began its travel. He rode the highest peak for three seconds - and then it was over.

He pulled out of his victim and sat back on his haunches to regain his breath. A few seconds later he had enough air to get on his feet and walk around the bed again, to get to the night-stand for his condom removal procedure. While walking he reached down to scratch his balls. His fingers found that his balls and condomed cock felt very oily to the touch.

He forgot to scratch.

Stopping in his tracks, he looked down at his condom covered organ. It appeared to be glistening with oil. He took hold of his half-flaccid cock and stroked it with his thumb, moving the oily substance around.

'Pussy juice,' he thought.

Ronald was not at all unfamiliar with the substance, his casual lovers often secreted plenty of it. His brows furrowed.

'There is far more here than I've ever seen as leftovers from before rape began. Actually this is more than after the first fuck.'

He turned his eyes to his victim. Her sobbing was subsiding, it was soundless now - although still evident from the shaky breathing movements of her back.

'No fucking way.' Ronald used the teenage expression, which he felt far too old for, to push the ridiculous notion out of his head.

He proceeded to the night-stand to get rid of the condom, getting his mind fully off a topic that he now considered a silly mental intermezzo. He performed his usual condom-removal, cock-wiping routine and decided it was about time he completed the bondage of his victim.

'I want to look at her face the next time I fuck her. It's far more personal that way.'

The second condom landed in the bin, safely enclosed in the second dish towel.

Ronald started gathering the long chain, which was still attached to Louise's hand-cuffs.

Louise raised her head in response to the jingling sounds the chain made as 'Joe' handled it.

"Please no more, Joe, please let me go now."

'She is back to pleading again,' thought Ronald, enthusiastically. Though he only felt slight arousal in response to her words. He was sufficiently satisfied to last a few minutes without getting horny.

"There is one thing you should know about me. I'm a man of my word," lied Ronald, preparing to fuck her over verbally while his cock had a short rest. "I promised I would keep raping you no matter how much you begged." That much was truth, but his finish was not: "If you had objected back then you wouldn't be in this situation now."

Ronald kept gathering chain till he had most of it in one hand with just a smaller leash leading to his cuffed victim.

"You really should be more careful what you ask for," he said while leaning over the bed to get the chain around one of the strong, vertical, wooden, ornamented beams in the head end.

Louise was speechless.

He let the handful of chain switch hands behind the beam. Once it was looped around the beam, he dumped the remainder of chain on the floor next to the night-stand. Unable to remember where he had put the padlock which he had originally locked the chain to the foot of the bed with, he went back to the 'bondage drawers' to fetch a new one.

Louise looked at the unfastened chain around the beam. She felt like a coward for not trying to pull the chain out now that he had left her 'unguarded' by going a few steps away. But she knew it was pointless. She was already helpless. The most she could possibly achieve by such an attempt would be to give him a reason to whip her again.

Ronald took a padlock from the drawer and turned to look at Louise.

"If my wrists were hurting and hand-cuffed, I'd move to where my handcuff's were going, before I got pulled there by them," stated Ronald. After finishing this little speech, he retraced his steps, back to the night-stand.

Louise was slow to grasp the meaning of his speech, but when he was almost at the chain she made the connection. She raised her hands in front of her eyes and stared at her wounded wrists. Somehow it was a difficult decision for her to decide whether she should sacrifice her wrists or her last shred of dignity.

Ronald picked the bulk of chain up from the floor. Then he turned to his victim and gave her the same amiable, friendly smile which he had used so many times while luring her to join him at 'his' cabin.

'Yeah that's right, Lowish,' he thought, as Louise's eyes went to his face. 'Take a good look at Mr. Charming.' He knew that seeing such friendly body-language in him usually freaked his victims out, when he displayed it once the raping had begun. 

The young woman didn't respond to the smile itself, so he turned his face a bit to the side and blinked to her with one eye in an exaggerated wink. A deliberately comic gesture that had made her laugh when he had used it during the seduction phase. That had the desired effect, 'Lowish' panicked and fought the only bondage that was not yet locked in place: The chain.

Louise tried to grab hold of her end of the chain, but her hurt wrists denied her full control of her hands. She couldn't close them around the chain. Yet, she kept trying, frantically.

The dysfunction of her hands turned Ronald off. He enjoyed being violent to women. The pain and humiliation, which the abuse inflicted on his victims, turned him on. The gore side of violence, however, was an entirely different matter. A bruise, or even many bruises, was fine in Ronald's book, but evident physical injury was a definite turn off.

He had on several occasions abandoned rape-plans prematurely after having accidentally injured the victim more severely than intended. Not for reasons of feeling sorry for the harmed women. In those cases the problem had been that actual injuries really turned him off, in bad cases it could outweigh the joy of raping.

Ronald changed his mind regarding the approach he had taken.

He had planned to slowly pull her hands towards the headboard while watching her squirm and struggle. The reminder that her wrists were actually hurt removed the fun from that game. Instead he moved the open padlock to his mouth. There he held on to it with his front teeth, keeping his lips between padlock and teeth - to protect the latter from the hard metal. He dropped the bulk of chain and jumped on the bed to get Louise positioned properly with another form of force, which wouldn't be as damaging to her wrists.

It was easy to pull her all the way onto the bed and turn her the right way. He got her body close enough to the head-post by lifting and partially throwing and pushing her.

Louise tried to bash him with her arms when she realised how close he was to having her fully chained to the bed. But, she was still on her stomach; her swing couldn't even reach him.

He grabbed hold of one of her upper arms and held it in position with one hand while he tightened the chain with the other.

Louise focused her efforts on trying to wiggle the arm he was holding on to.

Ronald was glad that 'Lowish' wasn't pulling on the arm he wasn't holding on to. If she had tugged on that one then she would have hurt her wrist against the handcuff. When the chain was tightened appropriately he had to let go of her arm to use both hands to lock the loop of chain with the padlock.

As soon as he let go, Louise started pulling both arms. She was unable to grab the chain itself, so she pulled by the handcuffs. It hurt her wrists immensely, but she ignored the pain.

'He is insane,' she thought, panicking, whimpering, and hysterically pulling at the chain. 'He is completely insane. He is going to kill me.'

Ronald knew that when he displayed his friendly, loveable act mid-rape, then his near perfect acting skills had the effect of temporarily convincing his victims that he was a psychopathic killer. He knew this because not all his victims kept their thoughts inside once they panicked.

While internally cursing at himself, for not having thought of her wrists before scaring her, he hurried to get the padlock in place. If he kept making that mistake her wrists would get too hurt for him to enjoy abusing her a full weekend.

As soon as the lock clicked in place he let go of chain and padlock. Hoping that would make the hysterical young woman cease the struggle.

It didn't.

'I don't wanna die. I don't wanna die. I don't wanna die.' Louise couldn't grasp that all she was accomplishing was to hurt her wrists.

"STOP THAT," bellowed Ronald.

That worked.

Louise froze and stared at him. Ronald froze under her stare too, although for very different reasons.

'Emerald rabbit eyes,' he pondered, then shook the strange thought out of his head.

'Next time I'm going for a good old-fashioned jewelry-whore. At least they know how to watch their own hides,' Ronald tried to convince himself, then he looked into Louise's eyes again, 'but they don't have emerald-eyes.'

Ronald realised what he had just been thinking and wrestled his eyes away from Louise's.

'What the fuck is wrong with me today?'

The confused rapist realised his eyes were already moving back toward his victim's. He resolutely turned his back on her.

The remainder of their dinner was still on the little table, along with the better part of a bottle of wine. His wine glass was almost full. Hers was completely full. He had only taken tiny sips of wine, because he had known there would be struggle.

'Why didn't she drink of her glass?'

He always offered his victims drinks, but he never made an effort to get them drunk, hence he hadn't paid attention to her wine consumption or in this case lack of same.

"Did you even taste your wine?" he asked while moving to the table, once there he picked up her full glass. He wanted to focus on something else to get rid of the unusual thoughts of emeralds and rabbits.

"Or is it against your religion?" He took a sip of the glass, it was a good wine, a good year.

"Well?" he spoke the word in a commanding tone, to indicate that he wanted an answer this time.

"No," said Louise.

"No?"

"No, it isn't against my religion."

"Then why didn't you drink my wine?"

"I don't..." The words came out as a whisper and Louise found herself trailing off unable to finish the sentence, she was terrified that the rapist would kill her because she hadn't drunk his wine.

"You don't what?"

"I don't like wine," admitted Louise.

"I don't know what kind of crap people drink in Eastern Europe, but this is a high quality bourgogne."

'Eastern Europe?' thought Louise. 'Did he forget where I'm from because he is insane? Or is he merely as ignorant about European geography as most Americans?'

Louise didn't chide Americans in general for not knowing what was where in Europe, she hadn't known anything about the placements of the American states before she planned a vacation to USA.

Ronald took some sips from his drink. He hadn't forgotten where she had said she was from, he simply assumed her country was in the eastern parts of Europe because he couldn't mentally pinpoint its placement on a map of Europe. He felt he knew Western Europe inside out from his business travels.

"I'm sorry. I didn't know," said Louise, trying to appease him.

"Snap out of it already," said Ronald, slightly frustrated at her continued anxiety. "I didn't blink at you amiably because of being a psycho." He took another sip of the wine and turned to face her again.

"I'm just a very good actor. I took acting classes in college." As far as he could remember that was the first truth he told her about himself. He studied her face and body, making sure to avoid her eyes.

'At least I wasn't crazy until today,' he thought to himself and took another sip of wine.

"Would you like me to recite some 'Wizard of Oz' for you?" The words were meant as a mockery, but he couldn't immediately think of a clever follow up. His eyes got drawn to hers again, he couldn't resist.

"I do a very good Cowardly Lion," he said, just to say something, "but for some reason women are more attracted to the Tin Man."

He took the almost full glass to his lips and downed it in a few long gulps. He was sufficiently wealthy to down expensive wine like that without feeling bad for it. He placed the glass on the table and walked back towards the bed.

"Lucky for me I do a very good Tin Man too." Ronald grinned as his sense of humour returned.

He climbed on the bed and crawled to Louise on all fours, until his face was right above the side of hers. Louise managed not to wrinkle her nose or make another involuntary grimace when she smelled the wine on his breath.

Ronald had poured the wine for her while she was at the toilet, otherwise she would have told him that she didn't drink wine. When she had returned to the table the wine was already in her glass. She hadn't wanted to ruin the good spirit by making an 'I don't like any form of wine'-speech, so she had just avoided the glass without mentioning it the whole meal. 

She really didn't like wine. Expensive high quality wine would smell and taste like a carefully fermented delicate drink to wine drinkers. All Louise could taste and smell, no matter how expensive or cheap the wine, was a liquid tasting like rotten grapes. Yet, the smell of 'Joe's breath was the least of her worries at this time.

Her rapist lowered his face to hers and licked her cheek. A long slow lick.

She felt like there was a mucous slime trail on her face. As if her cheek had been trailed by a huge snail, rather than a tongue. The scent of wine was sickening.

'Rotten,' she thought and switched to Danish in her mind, 'Han er rådden.' - He is rotten.

He nipped her shoulder with his lips, moving slowly towards her neck with caresses that would have seemed tender, maybe even sensual, if it had been under other circumstances - between other people.

Ronald enjoyed the feel of her skin under his lips. He took his time, he had a whole weekend to enjoy every piece of her body - in any way he wanted to. He nipped, licked and kissed his way around her back. He derived pleasure from the soft acts because they allowed him to sense her skin more completely than he could with fingers alone.

Louise used scentless deodorants only, and was not in a habit of using perfumes. He enjoyed the faint scent of her skin. Usually on the first day his victims smelled like chemicals, flowers or herbs, depending which fashionable brand they preferred, and their skin often had a slight taste of soap or make-up.

'Next time I hunt I'll make sure to begin the rape in the shower. Almost forgot how good a woman's skin smell and taste when she is clean and un-perfumed.' Ronald smiled to himself. 'Or maybe I can find myself a next-generation hippie who is fresh out of mint-leaves.'

He rearranged himself to lay on the side next to his prey, this freed one of his hands too - to use for touching.

Again, the feeling of softness below his fingers, softness instead of muscle tone, gave him an undefinable rush. His cock grew to its full size again, apparently prompted only by the way his victim's skin felt under his hands.

'Either way I'm done with fitness types. They may look better, but female fat sure feels good.' Ronald bent his fingers to scratch his nails along Louise's back. 'Heck next time I'll catch myself a fat chick. Really huge one. Just to find out if it feels even better than this.'

He repositioned himself again to be able to use his hand to squeeze her skin together, to form small folds. It was easier to bite the skin on her back that way. Ronald liked to bite his victims hard enough to scare them into believing he would bite pieces off but was always very careful not to pierce the skin; he had a strong aversion to the look and taste of blood.

Ronald started biting. He bit Louise with less of a vengeance than he normally bit victims. Maybe he was worried that she would start pulling her arms again and hurt her wrists further if he scared her too much. He drew whimpers from her slowly and methodically, rather than making her scream frantically. Every time he pulled a louder yelp from her he paused to lick the bite mark he had made.

'A man likes to leave a mark,' he thought absently, while trying to decide where to bite next.

'I'll need to shift position again, to get in reach of an area not yet covered by tooth-marks.'

With that thought he realised how long he had actually been playing with the skin on her back. Simultaneous with this revelation, he remembered that his cock had been throbbing for more fucking for most of that time - that it still was. Instead of repositioning for more biting, he sat up next to her and slapped her ass once with an open palm. The sound of the slap startled Louise almost as much as the sting of it.

"You've got a nice ass," said Ronald, while squeezing one of her ass-cheeks, "would you like me to ass-fuck you, Lowish?"

"No," whimpered Louise, she seemed to have emptied her stock of 'please don't's.

"Then I suggest you turn over and present me with another hole, 'cause I'm in the mood for fucking."

Ronald wasn't into anal, but his victims never knew that and he enjoyed fucking with their minds. Not quite as much as fucking with their bodies, but screwing his victims over verbally did add an extra spice to the rape.

Louise caught the hint and began the process of getting on her back, quickly figuring out how to turn in spite of bent legs and chained hands. From sex games with lovers Louise was used to wiggling in bondage. This was not a game but the knowledge and experience still applied.

Ronald had expected frantic, erratic, inefficient movements, which would give him more opportunities to mock his victim verbally. He had some phrases ready, which would describe that she seemed to look forward to an ass-fucking. He wasn't displeased, though, to find himself mistaken about the efficiency of her wiggling.

When she was done turning, she was on her back, with her arms above her head. Her knees pointed into the air; the chains between her ankles and the bondage belt was long enough to allow her to not lie on her feet, but short enough to keep her legs bent to a degree that Ronald considered gynaecologically convenient.

Even a few moments of swift wiggling on her part had made the throbbing of his cock nearly unbearable. The moment she was on her back Ronald moved between her bent knees and forced them apart with ease.

Louise made her body go limp as soon as he moved in. Turning her face to the side, she closed her eyes. Only seconds later Ronald's cock found her entrance and he began fucking her for the third time. This time he started out at a very fast pace. He was burning for release, and rushed straight for it. He found it in less than a minute.

'Three times,' thought Louise as the man pulled out of her and climbed off the bed, 'how long can he keep this up and what will happen to me when he is done?'

Tears squeezed quietly out of her closed eyes, tickling her skin on their path to the mattress. She felt very tired, but she also feared that the next time she slept it could be for eternity.

Ronald felt good, relaxed even. After depositing the third towel and condom in the waste bin he raised his arms above his head and did a few stretching exercises. His cock was fully flaccid - for a change. When he was done stretching his arm and chest muscles, he looked down at his shrunken cock.

'You want a longer pause already, huh?' he thought to it. 'You only blew your load four times so far, you know, one of them in my pants even. Not that I blame you, the first two were out of this world.'




Unwanted Obsession Ch. 02



Their luggage was neatly stacked in a corner of the room, Ronald went there to get his housecoat. The temperature in the cabin was perfect for fucking, but if he sat and relaxed for too long - in the nude - he would feel cold after a while.

Once he had his house-coat on he dug a magazine out of the luggage too.

'A little reading to pass the time,' he mused.

Magazine in hand he straightened and glanced towards his victim.

'And how do I want her next time? Warm or shivering cold?' he pondered. 'I do enjoy taut nipples. Cold will ensure that, but it could make her drowsy and boring. I'll go for warm for now,' he decided. 'This cabin has a freezer I can make ice-cubes for some later nipple play.'

Ronald fetched a blanket and covered Louise with it. Then fetched a pillow, and seated himself next to her on the bed, putting a pillow between himself and the bed's headboard. He leaned back and started reading. Louise, emotionally exhausted from the abuse, fell sound asleep within moments.

Soon she started dreaming. Her real situation, was terrifying, and humiliating, but her dreams were warm and safe. She dreamt of a beautiful and bright fairy-tale land. She rode on a unicorn, next to a centaur, they were out to bring a message to the Good King. In her dream she was in another place and time, she remembered nothing of the real world.

"Yes, if you want me to, I will make love to you," said the Good King and played with her nipples.

Suddenly she was alone with the Good King, the centaur and the unicorn forgotten. She was tied to his bed. He kissed her tenderly, while playing with her nipples. It felt wonderful, she was a happy fairy tale warrior-woman.

Until a second later, she woke up.

'Joe, is sucking on one of my nipples,' she realised, and remembered, 'I'm not a fairy-tale warrior. I'm Louise, and I'm in trouble.'

Remaining absolutely still, she pretended to still be asleep. Ronald wasn't fooled though.

'Her breathing changed. Lowish is awake.'

It made no difference to him just then though. He was enjoying the feel of her nipple between his lips.

'Didn't need cold to get a nice taut nipple to play with after all.' Ronald played with the nub, using the tip of his tongue. He was pleased to enjoy a warm, erect nipple.

His cock was pounding again, ready for more action.

'Should I use lubricant this time?' He had felt her pussy up a few moments before she woke. 'There wasn't much juice left. It's a bit early in the weekend to get sore. Damn her breasts feel good, and the nipples are just perfect.'

Switching breasts, Ronald used the tip of his tongue to tease the other nipple awake. Louise's nipples were sensitive, every movement of his tongue sent invisible vibrations through her body.

'It can't feel this way,' she thought. 'It can't feel like this when it's him.'

Louise was relieved when Ronald left her breasts alone and got off the bed. A few seconds later the sound of ripping tinfoil removed the feeling of relief.

'A new condom, yet another condom,' she realised. 'Bloody hell, is it a cock between his legs or is it a mutated machine gun. Fucking freak.'

"Are you ready for some more of that rape thing, Lowish," he asked with a grin, after applying the condom.

Louise pretended not to hear him. Ronald pulled the blanket off her, and unceremoniously positioned himself in front of her pussy, lubricant bottle in hand.

"Lube, or no lube?" he asked, pretending the choice was up to her. He got no reply, 'She is still pretending to be asleep, silly woman. Guess, I'll just have to pretend to wake her then.'

Ronald pushed her unresisting knees apart. Louise was determined to not respond, and didn't try to gather them again. Looking at her face he reached a hand to her pussy, located the entrance, and without further delay swiftly pushed two fingers into her.

Louise's body jerked and her eyes shot open. 

"Good morning, Lowish," he said with a smile. "Happy you could attend my party."

He started wiggling his fingers inside her, and only then noticed how her pussy felt around them.

"Holy crap, Lowish. You're wet," the incredulity in his voice wasn't an act.

Louise again clenched her eyes shut and turned her head to the side. Her face contorted in a revolted grimace. He revolted her, and her own body's response to him revolted her even more. Ronald moved his eyes to her pussy, he wiggled his two fingers inside her, and felt her muscles clench around them. He finger-fucked her for a couple of strokes.

'She has loosened a bit. She really is horny,' he realised. To verify his conclusion he spread her outer labia with his other hand and looked at her hooded clit.

"Is it just me, or is your clit swollen and begging for attention, Lowish?"

Rather than wait for a reply, he took his two fingers out of her and used them to massage the covered but visibly swollen nub. Louise's body jerked the moment he began, but she forced herself to lie completely still after that.

"It feels good, doesn't it, Lowish?" he said, very sure she didn't enjoy the attention. "I can't fucking believe you had a wet dream right after being raped three times. What kind of a dirty whore are you anyway?" 'Maybe, I should make her come. Since she is already horny it should be rather easy.'

"Look at me!" he commanded, but Louise ignored him. "Do you want a fresh round with the belt, Lowish?"

'That caught her attention,' he thought, as she turned her face and opened her eyes to look at his face.

'Those eyes,' he thought, and forgot to think further, drowning in the blue-green shade of her eyes.

"Please stop, Joe," she pleaded.

"Call me Ronald," he demanded, not realising what he had said until Louise's eyes widened in surprise.

"Wha... What?" she asked.

'Shit!' thought Ronald, and tried to think up some word-play to repair the damage.

"Ronald Reagan, call me Ronald Reagan," he ordered, unable to think up anything better with such short notice.

"Rrr..." Louise paused to clear her throat. 'What the fuck is going on?' she thought.

"Ronald... Reagan," she said, scared by the angry cloud in 'Joe's eyes.

"Say, I want your cock, Mr. President," he demanded, 'Bloody hell, Ronald fucking Reagan, talk about turn-offs.' Ronald Jackson was absolutely not aroused by thinking of that former president of the United States of America, but he couldn't think of another way to hide his own real name again.

"I want your cock, Mr. President," said Louise, as ordered.

"Good girl," said Ronald, wondering, 'What the fuck was I thinking?'

He took his fingers of her clit and again pushed them inside her.

'Ronald fucking Reagan. Well, if that's what it takes to make her keep thinking of me as Joe Paine.'

"Say: Please make me come, Mr. President," he ordered, turning his hand to use his thumb on her clit.

"Please make me come, Mr. President," she said.

Louise tried to speak normally, as if she wasn't affected, but was failing miserably. She tried to keep her body still and her breathing even, but every movement of his thumb on her clit sent jolts through her body. She closed her eyes to focus on regaining control of her own physical reaction.

"Look at me," demanded Ronald. "Keep looking at me!" 'I want to look into those eyes, I want her to watch me, to see me in control of her.'

"Please stop, Joe," she said, opening her eyes looking into his.

'She is mine!' thought Ronald. And started moving the fingers inside her in tune with his thumb.

'Oh no,' thought Louise, the sensations from his touch were undeniable. She started breathing in huffs, feeling her body building into an unstoppable climax.

"Joe, please stop," she wailed, "please, Joe!"

"Look into my eyes, Lowish. Keep looking into my eyes."

She obeyed. The effort of keeping her head still, made her unable to keep the rest of her body still. Her hips were moving and jerking, as if they weren't hers.

"Joe... " she huffed, "please don't."

'It's too humiliating,' she thought. 'You fooled me, whipped me, and raped me. Please leave me a little dignity.'

'MINE!' The thought rose again, in Ronald, while he forced her over the peak, 'all MINE!'

"PLEASE STOP!" yelled Louise, and started screaming with rage and humiliation, as her body betrayed her completely and she started orgasming around 'Joe's fingers.

Feeling the contractions of her pussy around his fingers was too much for Ronald, he had wanted to play with her mind. Screw her over with words after her orgasm, maybe force her into a second one. All those plans washed away with the effect her helpless passion had on him. He pulled his fingers out sooner than her orgasm passed, and jumped her like a beast in heat.

His cock pounded her still contracting pussy at an erratic pace. When he shot his load and collapsed on top of 'Lowish', panting to regain his breath, he had no clue if he had been fucking her for ten seconds or ten minutes.

'What the fuck was that?' thought Ronald, his heart was pounding at an impossible fast pace. 'Was that a black-out? What's wrong with me today?'

He could feel his victim's body shaking below him.

'She is crying again,' he realised, but didn't have any energy left to enjoy her humiliation. 'Bloody hell, am I having a heart attack or something? I need to pull out of her and get rid of the condom before my cock shrimps down and it slides off inside her.'

He was still panting heavily, just lifting himself long enough to pull out of her seemed too big a task to even think of beginning right then, so he remained where he was.

'Maybe I really should keep her for more than the weekend. If she is using some kind of birth control I could fuck her without a condom.' The thought of entering 'Lowish's self-oiled pussy without a condom, feeling his cock swim in those juices, made his cock grow again.

Louise felt it too, his cock had been slowly shrinking out of her, now it started filling her again. The sensation made her cry even harder.

'He is a fucking animal, freak-show psycho,' she thought.

'Bloody hell,' thought Ronald, upon feeling his cock growing. 'Gimme a rest, Buddy, I can barely move. Are you trying to kill me?'

His cock was telling him to pound at the victim again, but Ronald remained still - slowly catching his breath.

'Well, at least this way the bloody condom won't slip off. And whether she uses alternate birth-control or not, I shouldn't fuck her without it. Bloody forensic sciences.'

The obvious solution would of course be to kill his victim and burn the body, as far as Ronald knew forensic science still didn't know how to reconstruct a DNA-print from sperm in ashes.

'But you know you won't do that,' he thought to himself, 'that's the one thing you owe your victims.' Ronald wasn't a nice guy, but he had a code. 'After you're done with them, they get to walk away.' Of course, since Ronald abhorred gore, it was never really hard for him to comply with that code.

After a few moments his breathing was back to normal, and his heart no longer felt like he had overdosed on speed. Louise's sobbing had subsided again, she was staring up at the ceiling. Ronald got off the bed, and a few moments later the fourth condom and towel landed in the bin.

"May I go to the toilet?" asked Louise, still staring into the ceiling. "I need to pee."

Ronald didn't reply, instead he fetched a low but large decorative wooden bowl, and a large towel.

"You can pee in this," he said, pushing towel and bowl under her butt.

"I can't pee lying down."

"Oh really?"

"It's true, I can't. I was hospitalised once, and they had to use a catheter because I couldn't."

"Wanna bet your life on it?" asked Ronald, and narrowed his eyes. He thoroughly enjoyed the fear on her face in response to his words. He could tell she was doing her best to pee in the bowl as instructed.

"Please don't hurt me, Joe," pleaded Louise, terrified once again. 'Please bladder, release. Don't make him kill me.' Tears, yet again, started running from her fear widened eyes. 'I'm going to die, because I can't pee in a bowl!'

"Well, I for one am willing to bet your life that you can pee in bed, Lowish," stated Ronald, and walked to the kitchen section of the room.

Enjoying his victim's terrified whimpers he made a big show of finding the biggest, sharpest knife in the kitchen. Seemingly satisfied he strolled casually back to the bed, with a butcher knife in hand.

Frantically Louise squeezed her stomach muscles, trying to squeeze her bladder hard enough to activate a urinating reflex. By the time Ronald reached the bed and crawled up next to her, she still hadn't succeeded.

"Lie absolutely still now, Lowish," he instructed, kneeling next to her.

With one hand he grabbed her hair, under her head, and pulled her head backwards on the mattress, to bare her throat. With his other hand he held the knife raised high above her.

"I am willing to bet your life, that before this knife reaches your throat you will start peeing, Lowish."

Louise was transfixed, her eyes locked on the knife. Ronald watched her face, enjoying the fear she displayed. Very slowly he started lowering the knife.

'I'm gonna die, I'm gonna die, I'm gonna die,' thought Louise.

Ronald had no intention of letting the knife come anywhere near her body; as scared as his victim was she might jerk the wrong way if he let it touch her skin. When the knife had travelled half the distance to her throat, his victim's urinating reflex was triggered by pure terror.

'Works almost every time,' thought Ronald, with a smile.

He went back to the kitchen to deposit the knife, while his victim tinkled in the bowl. When she was done he wiped her with toilet-paper, emptied the bowl in the toilet, and cleaned it in the shower. He felt like humming a tune, but didn't. Habits like humming particular tunes, was one of the things that could pin-point serial offenders.

'I don't care about the humiliation,' realised Louise. 'It really doesn't matter if he gives me twenty orgasms in a row and has me begging for his cock, or whatever...'

She stared into the ceiling while listening to him rummaging in the bath-room.

'I just don't want to die!'

*

I'm still a feedback addict for bad as well as good. Especially bad cause I wanna improve! Learn! Develop!



Unwanted Obsession Ch. 03



This is not sweet reluctance, this is creepy, dark, non-con, and a work of pure fiction.

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Louise's sleep had been light, restless. Since she first managed to fall asleep she had woken every few moments, to drift off again a while after. But once 'Joe' started moving and mumbling in his sleep, she became fully awake.

After he had scared her into peeing in a bowl, she had decided to play along with anything he wanted to the best of her abilities. Pride was inessential, survival was everything. He hadn't played more games with her after that, though. Not really. He had fucked her three more times before going to sleep, but it had been just that, fucking. In, out, and in, out, till he came. No thank you ma'am, no mockery, no games.

The last three rapes had felt like he was merely small-time masturbating with her body as a wanking-glove. Almost like he had sort of forgotten she was there. In between the fuckings he had relaxed with reading. He hadn't even talked to her until he put the bowl under her again for a last tinkle before bedtime. That time round she had managed to do it without further prompting.

Louise's eyes were wide open as she listened to her rapist's sleep-talking.

Mumbling, groans. "No." Restless movements. "Them... no." He went quiet.

She couldn't see him, she lay on her side, turned away from him. He had rearranged her bondage somewhat before going to sleep. The chain to her handcuffs was now linked to the head end at 'her' side of the bed. Her feet had been released from the bondage belt. Now they were cuffed together. A chain led from her cuffed ankles to the foot end of the bed. She didn't have enough free chain to curl into a ball, but there had been enough for her to wiggle a little closer to the head end of the bed.

The undersides of her arms had gone sore from being above her head for so long. Keeping her hands at the level of her face relieved those sore muscles, so she did that, even though she had to keep her legs fully straightened to have enough chain to keep her arms bent.

"Mine..." said 'Joe'. He said more but the rest was unintelligible. It sounded like he was having nightmares.

The comparatively 'peaceful' end to the evening had made it possible for her to hope he would eventually release her. That he had rearranged her bondage for her to sleep on the bed with him had added to that hope. He had even covered her with the blanket. 

'If he was planning to kill me,' she had thought, 'then he would have chained me up in the bathroom or some such place. Out of the way like a bag of garbage.'

Before going to bed, he had fitted a modified fencing mask on her. At first she had thought that was the beginning of some new torture. When he simply went to sleep afterwards, she had figured out it was so she couldn't bite him while he slept.

Louise was scared.

She was hoping to eventually get out of this alive. When her rapist was business-like, when he used her as a means to pleasure himself, then she could make herself believe he was simply using her and would let her go when done with her.

"Emeralds, my emeralds."

Louise closed her mouth to withhold a frightened whimper. When her rapist tossed and turned in nightmares, then it was very easy to believe that he was insane and would chop her to pieces when he got bored with fucking her.

"No. No, don't take them." If not for his deep voice, he would have sounded more like a boy than a man. "They are mine."

'Is he crying? Is he crying in his sleep?' A tear escaped Louise's eyes, and travelled along her skin. She couldn't wipe it off through the fencing mask. 'Please don't let him wake up in an upset nightmarish frenzy. Please don't make him wake up and take his nightmare out on me.'

"Sssh," she whispered, hoping to soothe the sleeping man. "It's ok. It's ok. Sssh."

'Please don't make him wake up insane and murderous.' More tears escaped her eyes. 'I don't want to die.'

"Sssh." She kept making soothing noises, desperate to calm him.

It seemed to be working. His mumbling first decreased, and then changed to a happier tone.

"Mine," he declared, and rolled over on his side.

With tears still rolling from her eyes, Louise kept making soothing sounds, a while. Once she felt sure he was again sleeping heavily, and nightmare free, she went quiet.

"My emeralds," declared 'Joe', and moved closer to her.

Louise only just managed to keep herself from voicing a frightened squeal, when he moved an arm around her and pushed his body against her back.

'He is still sleeping,' she realised a few seconds later. His breath against the top of her back alternately heated and froze her skin. She didn't think she would be able to fall asleep again, but, after her rapist had been still for the better part of twenty minutes, she did fall asleep. Fear is very exhausting.

A bit after Louise had fallen asleep, Ronald woke. He was a little surprised to wake up with an arm around his victim, he didn't usually spoon with the prey. He wasn't displeased though.

'So soft,' he mused, and ran his hand along her belly.

Louise whimpered in her sleep. A defenceless arousing sound. Ronald's cock throbbed in response.

'Ah, what the hell. A quick little game and then back to sleep.' Ronald slowly rolled away from his victim and off the bed to put a condom on. Condomed and ready for action he managed to slip back under the blanket without waking her.

'Could she be having wet dreams again?' Ronald didn't think it likely, but then again, 'Lowish' was the first of his victims who had ever had a wet dream while with him. If she had one once, she might have it twice.

Carefully he slipped into the spooning position from before, moved his arm around her and moved his hand down her belly. Louise woke when he pressed his hand between her thighs. He could tell from her breathing.

'No, she isn't wet,' concluded Ronald, pushing the tip of one finger inside her. 'What a pity, her pussy feels great when she is.' He pulled his finger out, but kept his palm pressed against her v. 'Maybe I should fetch the lubricant.'

He didn't feel like moving just yet though.

"Are you awake, Joe?" whispered Louise.

"Yeah," replied Ronald, thinking, 'What a strange thing to ask. As if there could be any doubt.'

"Is there something you would like me to do for you, Joe?"

"Are you feeling service-minded all of a sudden?"

"I just want us to get along, Joe."

"Really?" asked Ronald with a grin. It wasn't the first time a victim got a sudden whim to be co-operative. It happened sometimes that a woman would get it into her head that if she played nice, maybe he would.

"Is there something I can do to please you?"

"I'd like you to get wet again," stated Ronald, rather expecting her to get flustered, maybe even panicky, when faced with that request.

Louise looked at her hands through the fencing mask. Light escaped the almost closed bathroom door, and she could see her fingers. She tried to wiggle them. 'I still can't control them well enough.' Her hands still didn't function properly, due to her injured wrists.

"I can't play with myself just now, Joe. But I have a vibrator in my backpack, if you use that I'll get wet."

'Didn't see that one coming,' thought Ronald, and laughed. "You travel with a vibrator?"

"Yes." Louise did her best to sound natural, as if she was talking to a friend, not a dangerous assailant. "Women have needs too, you know."

"Tell me more about your needs, Lowish," said Ronald, and moved his hand to run a finger back and forth between her folds. Since she wasn't turned on, her clit wasn't swollen and he couldn't locate it like that. But by moving his finger back and forth in the general area he was sure he would brush it occasionally, and he was sure that would bother her.

"I usually play with myself before bedtime," said Louise, thinking, 'Keep humouring him.' 

"Sometimes I use my hands, sometimes I use the vibrator. It makes falling asleep easier."

"Does it feel good?" asked Ronald, smiling. It was fun to see how far she would go while being co-operative, it might give him some material to better fuck with her mind later.

Ronald had wanted to know if it felt good when she played with herself, but Louise misunderstood.

"Yes, but it would warm me up faster if you spent more time on my clit." She didn't like what he was doing, but had decided against both full honesty and full dishonesty. Right then, she needed to get wet to please him, and Louise figured pleasing him would increase her chances at survival.

Ronald laughed again. 'Lowish' had sounded like a mature woman trying to gently instruct an inexperienced lover.

"It would warm you up faster, would it?"

"Yes," replied Louise. Her voice shook. Her fear grew as 'Joe's laughter increased.

"Say it again," ordered Ronald.

"Say what again?" asked Louise, her fear showed in her voice.

"Tell me what it would do."

"It would warm me up faster."

Ronald's body shook with laughter, even at the tame reiteration. "Priceless, Lowish. Absolutely priceless." If he wasn't already lying down, he would have leaned back, to laugh it out. His young victim talking to him as if their age difference was the opposite and she was teaching him how to become a more experienced lover.

When the laughing fit subsided he tried to make a snide comment, but found himself unable to as he instead fell back into laughter. Eventually he pressed his forehead against her back, trying to fight off the remainder of the laughing fit. Ronald couldn't remember when he had last had a laugh like that.

"Oh, Lowish," he said, while fighting off the last giggles. "I love you, Lowish. You're priceless." With that stray comment, he finally got his humour under control.

Ronald pushed his body closer against Louise's, and moved his hand from her pussy to one of her breasts. There he found a nipple to expertly twirl between index-finger and thumb.

"Tell me you love me too, Lowish."

"I love you too, Joe."

He pinched her nipple when she said 'Joe'.

"Don't call me that."

"I love you too, Mr. President," said Louise, remembering the strange word game he had demanded at a previous occasion.

He pinched her nipple again, harder.

"His lover wouldn't be calling him, Mr. President. Would she?" Ronald was just going with the flow, he hadn't planned this mind game and didn't think about where it was headed.

"I'm sorry," said Louise, scared of more and other things than nipple pinchings. 'He sounds so angry, so very angry. Think. Think! Former American president Ronald Reagan. What would his lover call him?'

'Joe' pinched her nipple again. 'What does he want? What does he want?' Another pinch.

"I love you, Ronald," said Louise. "I love you, Ronald. I love you."

Ronald's heart skipped a beat and then pounded with a vengeance. Something snapped, something clicked into place.

"What did you say?" his voice was smooth, colder than ever. "What did you just say, Lowish?"

'I did something wrong? But if that wasn't what he wanted then what did he want? What?' Louise was almost as terrified as she had been staring up at the knife when he first made her pee in the bowl. She still hadn't realised that 'Joe' wasn't her rapist's real name.

"I'm sorry," whined Louise. "Please don't hurt me."

"If you don't want me to hurt you then do as I say." The voice was cold, smooth, indecipherable. Reptilian. "Tell me what you said."

"I said, I love you, Ronald."

"Say it again."

"I love you, Ronald."

"Again."

"I love you, Ronald."

"Again," he demanded, and gently twirled her nipple.

"I love you, Ronald."

He rolled her to her back. Louise forgot to move her arms to keep the chain to the handcuffs loose and squealed when they tugged against her hurting wrists. While Louise moved her arms to loosen the chain, Ronald crawled on top of her, squeezing her legs between his, he pressed himself against her, and then sought out her breasts with hands and mouth.

'So soft, she is so soft.' Soft, except for her nipples, which were so easy to wake. His mouth caught one of them, sucked it in, and bit it gently. 'She talked to me as if I was an inexperienced lover,' he remembered. Ronald was actually a quite experienced lover, he kept his casual lovers well satisfied. Of course, being a victim, not a lover, Louise couldn't have known that.

He lifted his mouth from her nipple. "Again."

"I love you, Ronald."

'I'll show her that I know how to warm up a woman,' decided Ronald, and commenced a gentler assault on her upper body.

Afraid, bound, helpless. Instead of numbing her senses the adrenaline magnified them. Tender kisses on her skin. A soft tongue. Gentle tickles from fingertips as he moved to rest on his elbows.

"Please don't hurt me, Ronald," she begged. "I love you," she lied. "I'm all yours, please don't hurt me."

"I won't hurt you, Lowish. Just lay back and relax." Ronald just went with the flow. Once Ronald had a woman in chains he did exactly what he felt like with her. 'I want her wet. I want her to yell my name while she comes.'

He convinced himself that that would give him very good material to mindfuck her later, convinced himself that was why he wanted to do it.

Ronald teased and tickled her skin, often avoiding her nipples to make them that much more sensitive to his touch. He knew how to please women, almost as well as he knew how to please himself.

'She is getting warm,' concluded Ronald after a while, and left the bed to turn on the light and rearrange her legs.

Louise didn't fight him when he uncuffed first one leg, and recuffed it to the bondage belt chain, and then the second.

"You are beautiful, Lowish," he said, playing the part of the considerate lover, and repositioned her a bit to make her arms more comfortable. He gently tickled the sides of her chest, and toyed with one of her nipples to keep her 'warm', before unlatching the fencing mask. He dropped the mask over the side of the bed and let it fall to the floor.

"I love you, Lowish," he said. 'Keep messing with her head.' "Tell me how you feel about me."

"I love you," she said, the lie was easier to push out the more practice she got.

"Tell me more," demanded Ronald, and trailed soft kisses down her throat.

Louise's imagination failed her, refused to supply her with suitable lies. So she resorted to the truth, things that had been true before the nightmare began.

"When I first saw you, I thought to myself: Oh, I'd love a piece of that. You looked so masculine and strong. So sexy. I wanted you from the first glance."

"You have me now," said Ronald and covered her lips with his. "You have me now," he repeated after the kiss and moved his legs between hers without breaking eye-contact. "I'm all yours, Lowish."

Louise stared into his eyes, she could almost live herself into his game. "You didn't have to use force, Ronald. I wanted you. I was giving myself to you of my own free will."

Ronald remembered the happy expectation on her face when he had first cuffed her wrists. His cock throbbed.

"Keep looking at me," he said. "Keep those emerald eyes on me, Lowish."

'Emerald?' wondered Louise. 'My eyes are more blue than green.'

Ronald held his upper body high, carrying his weight on straightened arms, while moving his hips to find her entrance with his cock. He had planned to lick her first, to complete the warm-up with some oral action, but Ronald was going with the flow, and right now the flow told him he needed to fuck.

His cock found, and he pushed in. 'She is wet. Oh, sweet oil. She is wet.' Ronald moved back again, and forward, never taking his eyes off hers. 'This is what it would have been like if I had just played her game instead of raping her for real.'

"Tell me that you love me," he ordered.

"I love you, Ronald," she lied, grateful to her body for having responded to his foreplay. "I love you so much. Please, promise you won't hurt me."

Ronald was getting dizzy.

"Please, promise you won't hurt me," she pleaded, again.

"I promise I won't hurt you." He increased his pace, pumping faster.

"I love you, Ronald," she lied, and did her best to make pelvic movements in tune with him. "I love you."

Ronald closed his eyes and leaned his head back, her oiled pussy around his moving cock felt heavenly. Absolutely heavenly. 'Mine.'

"Please promise you will let me go, Ronald," she pleaded.

He stopped pumping. His whole body just turned to stone as he was: pushed in to the hilt. His jaw clenched, same as every other muscle in his body. He opened his eyes. They narrowed to furious slits. 'Mine.' He turned his face to her. 'Mine.'

Louise's eyes widened in terror.

'MINE!' Ronald dropped himself down on her and pushed his arms under her.

"Please don't hurt me!" shrieked Louise.

Under her back, he moved his arms to her shoulders. He folded his hands around them from under her and pushed her whole body hard against him, and his cock. Then he pulled back his abdomen and thrust into her with all his might.

"You are mine," he stated through clenched teeth. He pulled his cock back to thrust equally hard. "Mine!"

He started pounding in a hard steady rhythm. "I will never let you go, Lowish. I will never let you go." Ronald wasn't mindfucking his victim, Ronald was angry, and Ronald didn't even think about it. "Don't you ever fucking dare talk about me letting you go. You are mine, Lowish. Mine. I own you."

He was barely aware that he was fucking her. A moment ago he had been in a sexual bliss, now he barely remembered his cock was hard and at work.

"You hear me, Lowish?"

"Yes, Joe. I'm sorry, Joe. I'm sorry," whined Lowish. "Please don't hurt me, I won't do it again."

"You'd better not do it again, Lowish," warned Ronald. "And, Lowish, the next time you call me Joe I'll give you a round with the belt."

"I'm sorry, Ronald. I'm sorry," said Lowish. Her voice shook both from her sobbing and from his body's brutal pounding against hers.

"You'd better be." 

Ronald closed his eyes, and tried to focus on the feel of her pussy around his cock. He tried to find a good rhythm again. 'What's wrong with me?' Ronald had never lost his temper with a victim before, or well, not since the first time a woman broke his arm, at least. He had often pretended to loose his temper, to scare a victim senseless, but that was pretend.

He changed his pace, trying to again find that good feel. His cock was still hard, he still needed release, but his arousal had vaporised. 'Dammit.'

Louise too wished he would come soon, her pussy had tightened with her fright. She could feel every movement he made within her. 'I wanna go home. I wanna go home.' Her rapist re-adjusted his entry angle again, now his body grazed against her clit on every thrust in.

Her body still responded to him.

'Not now, don't respond now. He is angry, now is the time to lay still, to play dead.' Louise stared up at the ceiling. Trying to relax her body and be passive. She felt his cock passing back and forth inside. Smooth, nearly frictionless. Pushing against her walls. Relentlessly moving. Forward, back. Forward, back.

She lay absolutely still, waiting. But it just didn't finish. Just as she was getting used to one rhythm, numbed to one rhythm, he changed pace, and shifted his position slightly.

'Come on, dammit.' Ronald's frustration increased every minute. He just wanted to come, blow his load and cool of with a glass of wine. He switched to a more scrotum grinding fucking. A whimper escaped his victim. 'Maybe if I fuck with her mind a little?' Ronald just wanted his arousal back.




Unwanted Obsession Ch. 03



"Your pussy isn't doing it for me anymore," he said. "Maybe I should give your ass a good ramming instead."

"Please don't," pleaded Louise, automatically.

"You don't want me to fuck you in the ass?" asked Ronald, hoping to squeeze some more 'please don't' out of her. He loved to hear her pleading.

"I'm yours," whispered Louise, forcing herself to co-operate. "I'll do anything you want."

'Shit,' thought Ronald. 'Shit, shit, shit. Where's the pleading when you need it?'

"I could slit your throat," said Ronald, and almost lost his hard-on at even mentioning something like that.

"Please don't," pleaded Louise. "Please don't hurt me, please don't hurt me. Please, Ronald, please."

'That's better,' thought Ronald, feeling a tingle run through his cock. 'Much better.'

He pulled out of her, and rolled her over on her stomach, pretending to prepare to ram her ass.

"Do you want it?" he asked, laying himself down on her back. "Does thinking of my cock in your ass make you wet?" Some women were really frightened by anal, and Louise seemed to be one of them. He moved a hand under her and pushed it to her v.

He found her clit. It was swollen.

The stimulation, the fear, all of it had kept her body on a high. Louise wasn't into real rape, but she was into rape games. Her body was merely responding as it was used to. Trained reflex.

Ronald moved a finger against her clit. "You like it, don't you?" He knew she didn't. "Tell me how you feel about me."

"I love you, Ronald."

His cock started throbbing again. "Say it again."

"I love you, Ronald."

"Keep saying it, Lowish." Ronald pressed his cock back inside her well-oiled pussy. He kept his hand below her to rub against her clit while fucking her.

"I love you, Ronald. I love you, Ronald. I love..." Louise kept repeating, trying to appease the maniac above her. It became harder with the combined sensations from her clit and her insides.

"Say my name when you come," ordered Ronald, interrupting her more and more disorderly rant. "I want to hear you say my name while you come."

"Ronald," she said to remind herself of it. "Ronald," she said at the first premature wave that didn't quite develop into an orgasm. "Ronaald," she pleaded when he moved his other hand to her throat, scaring her with the obvious threat of shutting off her air.

"Ronald," she kept saying, and moaning, and groaning, all to appease him.

"Are you going to come for me or not?" he asked, and tightened his hold on her throat.

She was. Not even the new fear that he would strangle her could stop that. Her body kept building towards it, tricking her, making her say his name again and again to not miss the moment.

Ronald was in heaven again, his victim was terrified, his victim was horny, and she was speaking his name, over and over.

"Ronald!"

His cock told him it was the real deal this time, her pussy was cramping hard. He increased his pace, and held both hands harder against her. The one on her clit as well as the one on her throat.

She could still breathe, but it was difficult and noisy yet she hardly noticed, her whole body was exploding below and up. 'I have to make it stop!' But she couldn't make anything stop. Nothing. Not her.

Louise took a rasping breath and screamed, she kept screaming till it was over for both her and him, and her rapist rested on her back.

"I love you, Lowish," gasped Ronald, and laughed, utterly exhausted.

Louise had no doubts about it. 'He is joking, fucking with my head.'

*

Writing on this storyline requires a very special mood, hence the chapters are very far apart.



Unwanted Obsession Ch. 04



 This is not sweet reluctance, this is creepy, dark, non-con, and a work of pure fiction.

* 

"Isn't this nice?" asked Ronald.

"Yes, Joe," replied Louise, hoping she had chosen the proper way to address him this time. He kept changing his demands in that area.

'Joe' moved below her. Louise fought an urge to cringe. They were cuddling. Pretending to cuddle at least. She lay with her cheek on his chest, her legs between his, and he was holding her tenderly.

Louise was struggling to keep her fear-fueled nausea at bay and her breathing calm.  Today is Sunday. Last day is Sunday. Weekends ends with Sundays. One way or another an end was approaching.

Saturday morning, her wrists had been swollen. 'Joe' had taken off her handcuffs and had bandaged her wrists and hands. Since then, the bandages had become the primary bondage for her wrists. Right then, her bandages were bandaged to each other.

'Joe' ran a hand up and down her upper arm. Louise felt a tear building and concentrated to withhold it.

This was the fifth time they did 'cuddling'. Louise was counting Joe's activities. During the weekend, Joe had threatened her with the knife thrice. He had bathed her twice. He had scolded her for harming her wrists seven times. He had raped her uncountable times. He had played "If you don't come, I won't beat you" twice. He had...

The second time 'Joe' had played "If you don't come, I won't beat you", Louise's body had been drained and hadn't responded to his touch. At first she had been glad for that. By then, she had already felt like one big bruise, and the prospect to pass on even one beating had looked good.

Joe had taken her passivity with good humour. "Does this mean I've already satisfied you thoroughly?" he had asked with a grin on his face. The grin had passed, however, as his continued efforts had dried her out, instead of lubricating her.

With growing fear, Louise had watched his face, while he had continually increased his efforts at pulling some kind of response from her body. Over half an hour, Joe's face had contorted into a constant grimace of frustrated anger, Louise had been afraid that if she didn't come, he would snap.

Louise was fairly sure that Joe snapping would be very, very bad for her, so she had faked it. Well, she had tried to fake it.

That had been a mistake.

Louise tried to push all thoughts of what had happened next aside. Every activity seemed to have its own rules, and right then they were doing cuddling. When they were cuddling, 'Joe' didn't want her to shiver with fear.

 This really does feel good, thought Ronald, enjoying the warmth of Lowish's body against his, even enjoying her weight on his stomach.  Maybe I should get a girlfriend. I can afford a high maintenance woman. Shouldn't be hard to find one that won't complain about affairs and long work hours. 

This was Sunday. Louise had been with 'Joe' since Friday evening. She had learned several things over the weekend, most of them about 'Joe'. Like 'Joe's different ways of being angry.

There was 'pretend angry', like when she had orgasmed the first time 'Joe' had played "If you don't come, I won't beat you." 'Joe' was a good actor, he really was. If he hadn't already been playing with her mind uncountable times prior to that game, Louise would have believed him to really be angry.

His anger had been pretend then, but her fear had been real, as had the beating. 'Joe' really liked using the belt on her.

When 'Joe' pretended to be angry, Louise was scared because she knew pain was coming. But 'Joe' pretending to be angry was not half as terrifying as 'Joe' actually being angry.

 It's Sunday, thought Louise, but tried not to. She still wasn't sure what the end would be.

The end had almost come Saturday evening, though, when 'Joe' had caught her faking that orgasm.

 Some things he wants me to fake, Louise reminded herself, still struggling to hold back that same tear.  Some things he wants me to fake, some things he doesn't. 

Louise had closed her eyes while faking it, so she hadn't seen his expression change.

"What the fuck was that?" he had asked.

"I'm sorry," she had lied, "I tried to hold it back. Please don't beat me. I'm sorry."

"Did you really think I would fall for that?" he had asked. His voice had been... "Did you really fucking think I would fucking fall for that," he had screamed at her, flipping her to her stomach. Then he had let the belt talk.

'Joe' hadn't been pretend angry then, he had been real angry.

Louise had screamed with terror and pain under the assault. But, it hadn't lasted long. Compared to the other lickings he had served, he only gave her half a beating.

 He lost his temper, thought Louise.  That was what it was, he lost his temper. 

The whipping had ceased and 'Joe' had crawled onto her back. Without a word he had spun the belt around her neck and had tightened it till she couldn't breathe at all.

She had struggled. Of course she had struggled. But, it hadn't made a difference. None at all. She had panicked. That hadn't made a difference either.

He had made no sound apart from his own breathing. The last sound Louise had heard, had been 'Joe's laboured breathing. Laboured from anger. Laboured from exertion.

She had thought she was dying.

 After I passed out, he must have decided not to kill me after all, thought Louise. The tear escaped her eye, rolled across her nose, and dropped to 'Joe's chest. Louise's breathing halted.  Please don't notice that. Please don't. 

Cuddling was a frightening activity. While it lasted, it was harmless, a pause from the continued abuse. But, Louise had learned something about cuddling from the first four times. She had learned that 'Joe' really enjoyed it. Woe to anyone who would dare ruin the moment. Anyone, being her.

'Joe' didn't respond to the single tear, nor to the second and third, which Louise couldn't stop either.

 This has been the best hunt ever, thought Ronald.  It really has. He was still trying to pinpoint exactly what made the difference. All he could say for sure was that it was something about Lowish.  I've been limiting myself too much for too long, going for specific types. Variety is a blessing. 

He moved his hand from Lowish's upper arm to one of her breasts.

 It has been a great weekend. Blood surged to his cock as Ronald remembered how hoarse Lowish had sounded during her most recent orgasm and how wet and hypersensitive she had been afterwards. He had fucked her then, and she had whimpered slightly at his every stroke in.

That was one of the things he liked about Lowish, he guessed. She often responded to threats and force as his normal lovers responded to praise and soft caresses.

Her breast was soft under his fingers. He ran his fingertips across her nipple. It was puffy and soft. With one fingertip he circled the areola enjoying the change in feel as Lowish's nipple slowly hardened for him.

 Sunday afternoon and her body still talks, thought Ronald, smiling contentedly.

Lowish wasn't as responsive as she had been, of course. Covered with blue and purple bruises, she looked as worn as any of his victims did, come Sunday. She was exhausted, physically and mentally. Yet, she hadn't gone completely zombie on him.

Usually, around this time on the last day of the hunt, Ronald was bored with his prey. Usually at this stage, his prey would be in very tight bondage for easy fucks in between his preparations to round off the hunt.

With Lowish it was different. He was trying out new things with Lowish. Things like cuddling. He hadn't been unfamiliar with cuddling, many random lovers had managed to squeeze him into a cuddling position after sex, but cuddling on a hunt was new to him. 

Absentmindedly, Ronald kept caressing Lowish's nipple, while thinking about the pleasures of the weekend. His cock grew to full size against Lowish's hip. He moved slightly giving his cock the extra space it needed.

 I need to start preparing soon, thought Ronald.  I've got a lot of work ahead of me cleaning this place. As usual, he had been thorough about which surfaces to touch, and which not. There would be fingerprints in the cabin after he left --depending how good the cleaning lady working on this place was. But, there wouldn't be any of Ronald's.

He didn't feel like preparing, however, he didn't feel like ending the weekend at all.

 When did I last take a real vacation? Something longer than a hunt? The nipple he was toying, had gone puffy again, unresponsive.  If only I could give Lowish a good eight hours rest, then I think her body would be ready to really fire up for me again. 

Ronald sighed. In eight hours he needed to be on his way. At least that was the plan.  What's the point of being rich and in charge, if you can't take some extra time off? Ronald switched to Lowish's other nipple, trying to wake a response from that one.

His cock jumped expectantly as the second nipple hardened almost instantly. Before that weekend, Ronald had never really realised how much he preferred a woman's own juices over lubricant while fucking.

Ronald slowly rolled, rolling Lowish with him, till they both lay on their sides, him against her back. He rearranged her a bit, moving her arms away from her breasts, and pushing one of his legs between her knees providing just enough access to work on her clit.

"Just relax," he whispered.

"Ok, Joe," said Louise.

He moved his finger in small circles on her clit. "I like how easy it is to make you wet for me," whispered Ronald, truthfully, glancing at the lube bottle he had left on the drawer. He had used less than half the amount he usually did on a hunt.

"You like it when I make you wet, don't you?" asked Ronald, and smiled against her neck when she didn't reply. "Lie to me, Lowish. Tell me the sweet words, you think I want to hear."

"I like it when you touch me," lied Louise. "I love the way you make me feel, Joe."

"You hate it when I make you talk to me," said Ronald, still moving his finger in small circles. "It turns you off. I can feel your clit shrinking every time. What do you think that tells me, Lowish?"

"I don't know what that tells you, Joe," replied Lowish. He could tell she was crying.

"It tells me that you can't get off unless you think of it as rape," whispered Ronald. "You enjoy being raped by me, just as much as I enjoy raping you."

Lowish didn't reply.

"Tell me about that fantasy again, Lowish," demanded Ronald.

"Which one?" asked Louise, blinking away tears.

"The second one I made you tell me, yesterday afternoon. The one I liked."

"I have this fantasy about waking up in a stranger's arms," said Louise.

"Yes, that one," said 'Joe', still constantly circling her clit.

"And not knowing who he is or where I am." Louise paused trying to remember exactly how she had told it last.

"Keep talking."

"He holds me tight, so I can't escape," said Louise.

"You are one very sick kitten, Lowish," said 'Joe'.

"In the fantasy I am gagged so I can't scream for help. Can't even tell him to stop."

"You should be ashamed of yourself," whispered 'Joe'. "What kind of woman gets off fantasising about rape?"

Louise went quiet.

"Keep talking," ordered 'Joe', rolled away from her and got off the bed.

Louise didn't need to look, to know he was headed for his condoms.

"And he touches me," continued Louise. "He makes me come."

"I liked it better when you told it yesterday," said 'Joe'. "You used more juicy details then."

"He would pinch my..." began Louise, trying to repair.

"Enough about your imaginary rapist," said 'Joe', rolling the condom on. "Let's talk about me."

"Ok."

"After I've let you go, will you be fantasising about me and the things I've done to you, Lowish?"

 No, thought Lowish.  If I get out of this alive, I'll never want to even think about sex again. 

"Maybe," she said. "I don't know."

"Too tired to think up a more interesting lie, are you?"

"Yes," admitted Louise and wept harder.

"Then give it up and just tell me how afraid you are."

"I don't wanna die," said Louise. "I just don't wanna die. Please don't kill me."

Ronald crawled back onto the bed. Lowish's pleas aroused him as if it were Friday evening and not Sunday afternoon. She kept pleading while he pulled her to her back, pushed her legs apart and got in position.

"Look at me while you beg," he ordered.

She obeyed. Her eyes were red.

"Please don't hurt me, Joe," she whispered.

"Let's do the president thing one last time," said Ronald.

"Please don't kill me, Joe," sobbed Louise.

"Do you want the belt again?" he asked, narrowing his eyes.

"I love you, Mr. President," sobbed Lowish. "I love you, Mr. President."

"That's better," said Ronald, and started pumping.

"Your cock feels so good, Mr. President," sobbed Lowish.

"Switch to first name basis," ordered Ronald.

"I love you, Ronald."

A rush went through his body.  Say my name, he thought, but managed not to speak it out loud.  Say my name again. 

"I love you, Ronald."

Another rush.  Every time she calls me Ronald. 

"I love..."

"That's enough," interrupted Ronald, he wanted this round to last more than thirty seconds longer. It was Sunday afternoon, yet he hadn't had enough of her by far. Below him, Lowish went quiet.

 There isn't enough time left, thought Ronald, staring into her eyes. He wasn't done with her. There were so many things he wanted to do again before letting her go. Far too many.

 It doesn't have to end today, thought Ronald.  I can keep her another day. Her pussy felt wonderful around him, even if it was only slightly oiled.  I can keep her another week. The thought was arousing.

 I can keep her. He pumped faster.  I'll keep her as long as I bloody like. 

"Say it again," he ordered. He didn't have to hold back and savour, when there were plenty moments to come.

"I love you, Ronald."

Ronald stared into her eyes and imagined that she really meant it.

"Again," he whispered.

"I love you, Ronald."

His eyes rolled into his head and he remembered what she felt like when coming around him.

"I love..."

His lower body moved on its own, grinding against her in a primitive pattern.

"you..."

 Mine. 

"Ronald."

 Never let her go! 

The sensation building in his stomach was unbearable.

 I'll never let her go, decided Ronald.  She's mine. He clenched his jaw, biting his teeth together against the sensation building in his body.

He couldn't take it anymore.

"I love..."

It just felt too good.

"...you..."

If it didn't end soon he'd die from it.  One can only take so much pleasure at once. 

"Ronald."

 Oh fuck. There was even more pleasure and now it was releasing.  Oh fuck. Now it was exploding.  Oh, sweet oil. And it kept shooting.  Lowish! 

Panting, Ronald collapsed on top of Louise.

 One more week, he decided, when he had enough air to think again.  I'll keep her till next Sunday. 

Louise wept quietly while he chained her thoroughly to the bed. He covered her with a blanket before he left the cabin and drove off.

Ronald had many safety-precautions, one of them was to never contact anyone as 'Ronald Jackson' during a hunt. But if he was going to keep Lowish another week, he had to make arrangements.

Men like Ronald Jackson couldn't just disappear for a week without notice. The only reason he could disappear, with notice, was that his associates thought he would be reachable in case of emergencies.

He wasn't.

The reason nobody had realised it was that Ronald's assistant had been sternly instructed never to interrupt Mr. Jackson's vacations for emergencies that would cost Mr. Jackson less than twenty million dollars during the remainder of his planned vacation. 

Such an emergency had never occurred while Ronald was hunting. Ronald didn't hunt while such emergencies were likely to occur.

Ronald drove for three hours straight, putting a good distance between himself and the cabin before stopping at a pay-phone.

Louise fell asleep shortly after hearing Ronald drive off. She didn't wake until, six hours later, Ronald was unchaining her. Too tired to respond to his presence, she instantly drowsed off again. The weekend with 'Joe' had taken everything out of her.

"Wake up," ordered Ronald, and shook her. "The weekend is over, get dressed."

Ronald removed all the bondage and even cut her bandages off. He didn't have time to play it safe. He had lost half his fortune this hunt. A whole lot more than twenty million dollars. He had to act fast to have any hope of cutting the losses at that.

"Get dressed," he ordered, pointing at her bags.

Louise did her best to comply.  He cut me loose, is he really going to let me go? Her legs were wobbly, she dared not risk trying to run.

Her hands couldn't grasp properly, her fingers wouldn't obey. Yet she managed to pull a T-shirt from a bag and pull it on.

She hadn't worn clothes since Friday. The soft, worn out cotton against her skin felt alien, it felt like hope. She dug into the bag, clumsily pulling out clothes while looking for a pair of pants.

"What the hell are you doing," yelled Ronald.

"Please don't hurt me," screeched Louise, cowering under her dysfunctional hands.

"I did not tell you to spray your belongings all over the place," snarled Ronald, by her hair lifting Louise to her feet.

"I'm sorry," whined Louise. "I'm sorry."

Ronald noticed her fingers were still curled as they had been under the bandage.  Dammit, he thought, and threw her to the bed.

"Stay there."

Louise curled into a ball and stayed where she was. Shortly thereafter, Ronald dressed her and again pulled her off the bed. He dragged her outside and handcuffed her to a tree.

Hugging the tree, Louise sank to the ground.

"If he wanted to kill me, he would have done it already," whispered Louise into the tree, over and over.

Ronald took two hours cleaning the cabin. He didn't have time to clean his prey too.  I'll drop her off near a motel, he decided.  She won't be able to resist the urge to shower thoroughly before calling the police, if she calls the police at all. 

It was a gamble, but then again, letting his prey go was always a gamble.

Any thoughts of keeping Lowish for another week, had left Ronald's mind. He had more important things to think about than pussy. Such as not going broke.

Once the cabin was clean, he packed the car, last of all he released Lowish from the tree, intending to usher her into the car too.

"This won't do," he thought, studying her wrists.

Ronald re-bandaged her wrists, and arranged a scarf around her neck, hiding the most obvious bruises. That was all it took. Long sleeves, long pants, bandaged wrists, a scarf, and no one could tell, just by looking at her, that she had been thoroughly abused for days.

"Get in the car."

Louise was silent while they drove. Ronald wasn't. The fewer of his victims that reported him, the smaller the risk. Ronald had found an old student ID in her wallet. While they drove, he held it in one hand, sometimes waving it while speaking. He spent the better part of half an hour, describing what he would do to her if she contacted the police.

"Have you ever heard of the American witness protection program?" asked Ronald, right after having talked about chopping her dead body to pieces and burning them in a stove.

"Yes, Joe," said Louise.

"Here is a little heads up. They don't do that for random rape victims. Especially not stupid foreigners who follows strangers to deserted cabins and literally ask to be raped."




Unwanted Obsession Ch. 04



"I know, Joe," said Louise.

"Actually," said Ronald, "I've changed my mind. I do want you to report this. I might get some time behind bars, mitigating circumstances notwithstanding. But, viewing that video in court, the police interrogation video of you explaining how this came about. It'd be priceless."

Ronald even smiled. Fucking with her mind while driving, eased his nerves.

"Can you imagine my lawyer tearing your testimony apart in court, Lowish?"

"Yes," said Louise, she didn't care about lawyers, police or the court. She just wanted to survive having met 'Joe Payne'.

"What exactly was it you asked me to do to you, Lowish? Do you remember?"

"I asked you to rape me," said Louise.

"I had only planned a weekend with innocent, noncommittal sex," lied Ronald. "Some bondage to spice it all up. But, you... That wasn't enough for you. You had to drive me over the hill. What did you think I would do? I'm a man, dammit. You can't just tell me to rape you one moment and then expect me to be a cuddly teddy the next."

He sounded angry. 

 Pretend angry, noted Louise.  He is playing. She was too tired to figure out which response he wanted, so she just sat still with tears quietly rolling down her cheeks.  I might actually get out of this alive. 

He dropped her and her two bags off on a night-quiet road with a view to a motel sign in the distance.

One last time, he waved her student ID at her.

"I know where you live, Lowish," he said.

Louise merely nodded, her eyes passively lowered to the ground. She was so fatigued, she could barely stand.

 It'd be nice to bend her over the hood and fuck her one last time, thought Ronald but forced the temptation aside.  It'd be too risky, and I really need to hurry now. Without further delay, he got back into the car and drove off.

Louise sank to the ground and curled into a ball.  I'm alive. She had never been so relieved in her life.  I'm alive. 

Five minutes later, Ronald was still thinking about how wonderful fucking Louise, just one last time, would be. He hadn't seen any other cars.  This area really is quiet at night. He pushed at the temptation and tried to focus on how to rescue his finances. But:  If no cars have passed her, then none has picked her up. 

Ronald checked the time.  She might still be close to where I left her. 

He imagined her standing next to the road. Tired and defenceless. Hoping for someone to come to her rescue. He imagined himself being the one to stop for her.

His cock pounded, rock-solid.

She would probably try to run into the fields. Away from where his car could follow. He would have to chase her down on foot. It would be old-fashioned and primitive. No chains. No rope. Just his body and hers, struggling.

"Fuck it," said Ronald, and made a U-turn. "Fuck it all," he said and pressed the speeder.

 Just one more time, he thought, and pushed the rental car for all it was worth.  Just one more time. 

*

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Unwanted Obsession Ch. 05



If you are here merely for sexual release, I suggest one of the earlier chapters in this series (or another one of my stories). If you are here because you want to know what happens next, hurry up and keep reading.

* 

Louise was walking along the side of the road. Her backpack was on her back, her other bag she had abandoned. Most of all, she wanted to hide in the fields, but the only one who knew where she was, the only one who might think of searching in the fields, was the one she didn't want to be found by.

Stop thinking about him. He won't be coming back, he let you go.

Where people were, that was where she needed to be. It was too dark. Louise had been afraid of the dark when she was small, but now she knew there were real things to fear. The darkness was her friend now. If he should come back she could run into it, hide in it.

Just as Louise realised dark was good, the moon came out lighting the fields and the road alike.

He let me go. He won't come back, Louise tried to convince herself. It's over now.

A car was speeding in the distance. Louise stopped and stared at the far off headlights. Not sure why she was so sure it was speeding. No cars had passed her since he had dropped her off. If one had she would have jumped out on the road, waving and screaming to stop it.

The speeding car would be the first to come.

Louise stared at the, still far off, headlights, thinking that standing in front of a speeding car, probably wasn't a good idea. Maybe it would still stop for her if she jumped and screamed at the side of the road.

The headlights came closer, but Louise didn't make a move to jump and wave. I'll stop the next car. For some reason she didn't want that particular car to stop.

Hide. How fast was that car driving? American roads were so damned long and straight, distances were hard for her to estimate. Run. She couldn't see what kind of car it was in the moonlight, she could just see the headlights.

Louise stood absolutely still, staring at those speeding headlights. She could hear it now. Tires and engines roaring, purring loudly as if the car had been born to hunt. Run!

Her hands were trembling within the bandages covering her lower arms, wrists and palms. It's not him. Why would he let me go just to...

The car was really close, she still stared straight at it, now to convince herself that it wasn't his car. But, if it wasn't his car then why wasn't she jumping and waving?

At high speed the car approached, it was really close now. It would pass soon. Louise's breath was shallow and fast. It will pass soon. But she knew it wouldn't, deep down she knew it even before the car started slowing down.

Her hands reached for her backpack straps but couldn't get hold of them. Her breath thundered even above the noise of the car. She had to get the backpack off. If she didn't get it off, she couldn't run properly.

The car was almost at her. Her hands clawed helplessly at her shoulders, trying to get hold of those straps. The car passed her with whining breaks. It sounded like the scream of a charging feline.

Louise turned to the field and raised a foot to run. The backpack was heavier than ever. She couldn't get it off, and it was pushing her down, pushing her feet into the ground.

The soil in the field was soft and deep. Her feet stuck in it. He was right behind, she knew it. Both her feet sunk into the field, she was sinking, the mud was eating her alive.

"I will never let you go," said 'Joe' from behind her. "You are mine."

Panting, Louise sat up in bed. It's a dream. It's a dream. She raised a hand to her forehead.

"Du drømmer bare," she whispered. - You're just dreaming.

Her heart was pounding overtime, playing techno on her ribs. She was sweating, her whole body was drenched in it. Especially her panties. That isn't sweat. The corners of Louise's mouth pulled down in disgust at the realisation.

Three months had passed since 'Joe' had let her go, had caught her again, and had let her go again.

Louise laid back into her bed and stared up at her ceiling, trying her best not to hate herself for being physically aroused.

For three months, she hadn't had sex. That wasn't all that different from life before 'Joe'. She could go for months without sex. With her demands to sex, finding a partner wasn't as easy as going to the nearest pub. No, she had always been able to go some months without.

Her bruises were gone. Even her wrists were back to normal. There was no evidence left that 'Joe' had ever happened.

Really, nothing needed to be different. She had returned home and had resumed her life. Shit happens, but then you move on.

So, she had chosen not to have sex. That was only natural and healthy. Wasn't it? A time out to refind herself before resuming. Nobody would advice a rape-victim to hurry up and jump back into intimacy, would they?

Louise's heart was still pounding too hard.

Fear and nausea.

Fear...

Louise hadn't reported the crime. He came back. Louise had been in one hell of a hurry to get her feet off American soil. He let me go and then he came back. Louise hadn't even tried to reimburse part of her ticket home, she had just bought a new one. Every step of the way home she had glanced over her shoulder, because, he had let her go, she had been safe, and then he had come back for her.

And nausea...

When a woman was raped, something would change inside her, and she would no longer desire sex. She would be frigid until finding a man who, with love and caring, could reinstate her sex drive. Or, alternately, the woman would seek strength inside herself, she would refind herself, her feminine values, and would resume her life fully --including sex.

At least that was the understanding Louise had gained from society and fiction. That was the story, right?

Woman got raped, woman lost her desire for sex. That's how it was supposed to happen.

So why hadn't that happened? Tears formed in Louise's eyes. Why the fuck hadn't that happened?

Louise hadn't contacted the authorities, neither American nor Danish, and Louise hadn't sought help. She had just returned home and had resumed her life. Nobody knew what had happened on her vacation, nobody but her and 'Joe Payne'.

What if he comes back again? Louise glanced at the baseball bat on her night-stand. He won't come back.

If anybody asked her about the baseball bats in her apartment, Louise would lie and say they were souvenirs from her vacation.

The bats were American, they looked American at least, but Louise hadn't brought them home with her. She had bought them in a local sports-store.

She hated the bats, because, in a way, the bats really were souvenirs. She hadn't brought them with her from USA, but she didn't feel safe without them. And that fear was something she had brought home with her.

Louise sat up again, she wouldn't be able to fall asleep again. She hated the slippery feeling between her private folds. As if it were a wet dream. At least the feel of horny had left.

Sex drive. Since reconciling fully with her fetish, her sexual desires, Louise had been happy about her sex drive.

Sex was pleasure, whether alone or with partners. Partners could be a while in between, but Louise wasn't accustomed to going far in between sexual release. Before her vacation she had usually had one orgasm a day, sometimes more.

Louise had been a great fan of daily self-service.

With the back of one hand, Louise wiped her eyes. Then abandoned her bed for the shower to rid herself of the slimy feeling.

Slimy.

The edges of Louise's mouth pulled further down. She hadn't thought of her own juices as slimy since her teens. Not until returning from America at least.

Three months had passed since she came home. Louise hadn't had a single orgasm since 'Joe'. She just couldn't do it. She couldn't touch herself, couldn't stand touching herself. Because, when she tried, every time she tried, her mind tried to go where it had always gone when she touched herself.

She didn't want to go there, not anymore, never again.

Ronald did his best to remain calm and gathered, while the bald man with the thick glasses spread pictures out on the table before him.

Who would have thought that Rose had a stalker? For the life of him Ronald couldn't figure out why anyone would have wanted to stalk Rose. By all means, Rose was attractive. All jewelry-whores were. It was a requirement for the trade.

But that was all there was to her. Rose was as commonplace as liposuction. Nothing about her warranted obsession.

How could somebody, anybody, get it into his mind that Rose was sufficiently fascinating to stalk?

"So you see, Mr. Jackson. Miss Blooming does believe that she has a case."

Ronald raised his eyes from the pictures to the lawyer. This wasn't a matter of a lawsuit and they both knew it. This was blackmail, plain and simple.

"What does she demand?" asked Ronald.

"The same as if you were married," said the lawyer, his lips widening in the greediest smile Ronald had ever seen.

Ronald leaned back, still locking eyes with the lawyer.

"I'll give her a million," said Ronald. "Cash."

The lawyer's smile widened, his teeth glistening with saliva. Ronald loved money too, but couldn't imagine ever drooling over money. Though disgusted, he didn't even wrinkle his nose. Ronald was keeping his calm.

"My client wants half of everything you've got, Mr. Jackson. No negotiations."

Ronald's eyes went back to the pictures. They were printouts from videos.

"You can't expect a woman to forget something like that for a mere million, Mr. Jackson," said the lawyer, nodding at the pictures.

"Half of what I've got is a lot," said Ronald. "I'll need some time to think about it."

"Of course, Mr. Jackson," said the lawyer.

Ronald noticed that every time the disgusting little man pronounced an o, his mouth attained an uncanny resemblance to an anal ring.

"Take three days, Mr. Jackson," continued the lawyer. "In the meantime, I will be preparing the papers."

"I will take a week to think about it," said Ronald.

The lawyer gathered the pictures in a neat pile and handed that to Ronald.

"Four days," said the lawyer. "You can't expect Miss Blooming to wait longer than that."

"I will get in touch," said Ronald, accepting the pile of pictures.

How could anyone ever get it into their heads to stalk Rose? thought Ronald again, while taking the elevator down to the lobby.

The lawyer had grinned and drooled because he was certain Ronald would pay up. Anyone with half a brain would rather lose half their fortune than their freedom. Besides, if Rose should take those videos to the police, Ronald wouldn't just lose his freedom for a good while, he would also lose his ability to do business.

Nobody in their right minds wanted to do business with lunatics. And if those videos showed anything, apart from what Ronald had done to Rose, then it was that Ronald wasn't quite right in the head.

The lawyer had been correct in assuming that Ronald would pay half his fortune to make this disappear. Ronald would have paid more than half his fortune for that to happen.

The problem was, however, that at this time, Ronald's fortune wasn't half as large as that lawyer and Rose believed it to be.

He had offered one million, because one million was all he had to offer at this time.

Three months earlier, Ronald had lost a lot of money. Almost everything he had.

Apart from Ronald himself, nobody knew exactly how much he had lost. Part of being a successful businessman was to appear to be that. In time, he expected to again be as wealthy as he had been. But, he doubted Rose would be willing to wait that long.

Ronald went home. His mansion was a lease. Not many people knew that.

He studied the pictures of Rose and himself.

Rose Blooming. A name too obviously of her own making. The woman wasn't half as stupid as the name implied, though.

Shit, thought Ronald, thinking about Rose. Even if I can convince her lawyer that all I have is a mill. Rose will never settle for that.

Actually, Ronald didn't believe that Rose would settle for half of what she thought he owned. Ronald was sure that Rose was planning to leak the videos as soon as he paid up.

Shit.

Ronald's fortune had met disaster while he had been on a hunt. The best hunt of his life. His cock throbbed at the very thought of it. That hunt. It had been special.

He had been restless ever since, though.

Being broke is nerve-wrecking, thought Ronald. But, being broke was not what had caused the mess with Rose.

Rose was an experiment, that was all she had been. A failed experiment.

Ronald returned his attention to the pictures. Why did I beat up a woman who knows my name? He hadn't meant to beat her up. It had been an accident. Well, she had pissed him off.

He closed his eyes and remembered.

Rose had been his high maintenance, jewelry whore, girlfriend through two weeks before the experiment had gone awry. He had just been showering when...

Ronald stepped out of the shower. After a good long shower wanking session, his cock was finally giving him a moment's peace. Maybe paying ten thousand dollars for a single necklace was a bit over the top, thought Ronald.

He had started collecting jewellery lately. Jewellery with emeralds in it.

"Yeah, ten thousand was a bit over the top," said Ronald to his reflection in the mirror. But, she would look really good wearing it. Ronald's cock started growing at the image in his mind.

Yes, she would look good wearing that necklace, thought Ronald. He could imagine her wearing that necklace above a white dress with a deep cleavage. He could imagine her wearing that necklace naked on his bed.

"I love you, Ronald," she could whisper, her eyes outshining the necklace.

Ronald's cock pounded so hard it almost hurt.

She would look fucking irresistible, he thought, jacking off to the mental image.

After a second shower, Ronald dried up and walked to his bedroom. His high maintenance girlfriend, Rose, was waiting for him there.

"Hey there, big guy," she sighed, in a voice he assumed was meant to be erotic. Apart from a transparent night gown she was naked.

"Hey there, Rose," said Ronald, almost regretting his second wanking session in the shower. Rose was attractive and the way she held one hand against her neck just then, almost made her look adorable.

"I found your surprise," said Rose.

"Did you like it?" asked Ronald. He had bought her a two-thousand dollar bracelet and was not at all surprised to learn that she had searched his pockets for gifts. It wasn't the first time she hadn't waited for him to present a piece.

"I love it," said Rose and lowered her hand, showing him the necklace she was wearing.

Ronald narrowed his eyes.

"What the hell are you doing with Lowish's necklace?" he hissed.

"You mean it wasn't for me?" asked Rose, managing to look hurt.

"Of course it wasn't for you," hissed Ronald. "Do you really think I'd buy something like that for someone like you?"

Rose's mouth dropped open with surprise, she considered herself high quality. Very high quality.

"Shut your mouth," said Ronald. "You look like you're about to blow a horse."

Rose closed her mouth and jumped off the bed.

"We're through," she said, and started past Ronald.

"Not so fast," said Ronald and grabbed hold of one of her arms. "Give me my necklace."

"Fine," replied Rose. "Have your fucking necklace." She reached up, grabbed hold of the necklace and tore it off.

Maybe she had expected it to break clean in the closing mechanism, but that wasn't what happened. Still holding on to Rose's arm, Ronald stared at the broken necklace in her hand. It had torn apart just next to the central emerald in the front. One of the stones broke free and fell to the floor.

Ronald's eyes followed the stone's fall to the floor, while thinking about how good Lowish would have looked wearing that necklace. Half a second later the rest of the broken necklace landed next to the first stone. Rose had simply let go of it.

"There's your necklace," said Rose.

My emeralds, thought Ronald, staring at the jewellery...

Ronald gathered the pictures on the table. Thinking about the past wouldn't solve his current problem. A picture of Rose crawling across the floor in a pathetic attempt to escape him, ended up at the top of the pile. He studied the picture closely. He couldn't remember that happening.

Mentally, Ronald shrugged. There was no doubt as to the authenticity of the pictures, he just couldn't remember much of the first beating.

Rose had really pushed him the wrong way.

She had been thoroughly bruised and was begging for her life by the time he had come to his senses. His cock had been throbbing when Ronald had returned from black-out land. The sight of the cowering Rose hadn't made things better.

She thinks she is good enough to wear Lowish's necklace, he had thought, and had almost sunk back into that place that was so hard to remember. Ronald had forced himself to stay in the real world. But he hadn't backed down.

Once you have said A, you might as well say B, he had thought.

He had given Rose the full treatment then. Had made her one of his victims. But, afterwards, he couldn't just let her go as he usually did his prey. Rose wasn't some woman he had picked up while hunting under a fake alias, she knew his real name.

Ronald had seriously considered killing Rose. He knew he would be a suspect if Rose should go missing. But, murder suspect in a missing person's case still sounded safer than accused of brutal rape and abuse.

Yet, at the end of the day, Ronald just wasn't the guy that committed cold-blooded murder. Once past the loss of the necklace, he didn't feel strong enough about Rose to want to kill her.

Instead of killing Rose, he had kept her till her bruises faded. No, Ronald didn't have any strong feelings about Rose. After a week of 'keeping her' he had hardly even bothered fucking her anymore.

Who would ever have thought Rose had a stalker? thought Ronald again, shaking his head. Ronald certainly would never have guessed that a pathetic young man had made camp in his garden and was recording Rose's every move.

Apparently, sometime after Ronald had let Rose go, the young man had felt bad about not interfering and had contacted Rose, putting Ronald in this rather unfortunate situation.

You've left me no choice, Rose, thought Ronald. Still looking at the picture of Rose crawling.

Ronald wasn't the kind of man who could walk into a room and commit cold-blooded murder, but he did consider himself able to ask someone else to arrange it.

Since youth, Ronald had been a legit businessman, had kept his business affairs on the right side of the law. So far, only his pleasures had crossed that line. In spite of profitable offers, he had planned to keep things that way. Even after losing his extensive fortune he had still planned to keep his business affairs legit.

But now...

If you need them, join them, thought Ronald. You shouldn't have cornered me, Rose. He didn't really feel guilty about the fate he was planning for Rose. He had let her go. Not staying gone had been her choice.

As for the lawyer and the stalker:

You reap as you sow.

(Five months after.)

Louise unlocked her front door and stepped in. Home sweet home. Her first days at her new job, her first job as cand.scient. , had been nerve-wrecking. Her new boss couldn't quite seem to figure out whether to treat her as a glorified laboratory technician or as an equal in expertise.




Unwanted Obsession Ch. 05



Work was nerve-wrecking and the commute was a killer.

Even while moving to her bedroom, Louise kicked her shoes off. Her feet needed soft, airy, slippers. She still hoped that her first impression of her boss would eventually prove wrong. The hope was diminishing every single day, though.

One of Louise's first thoughts, after meeting her boss had been. Surely he knows more about his area of expertise than this. Since then, every time her boss had said something really stupid, Louise had merely blinked and smiled insecurely. She couldn't figure out whether to take him seriously or laugh at what she hoped was a bad joke and dared not chose the wrong of those two.

Stepping into her bedroom, Louise instantly sought out her slippers with her eyes. Her feet really hurt. She even took two steps toward the fluffy foot relief before noticing something was amiss.

My bed! Louise forgot everything about footwear, work, and idiots who thought they were experts. Someone had been in her bedroom. Someone had prepared her bed for 'playtime'.

Louise spun to run out her apartment only to find her route blocked. A man stood in the doorway to her bedroom. Louise backed away from him, backed toward her slippers' corner. The man stood still. Tall, threatening, and masked. On top of his mask, he wore sun-glasses.

Louise didn't make a sound. She didn't need to see his face nor his eyes to know who he was.

He has come back for me.

Louise's back bumped into the wall. Into two walls. She was in the corner. Cornered.

He's back.

Panting with fear, Louise stared at him. How did he get in here? That didn't matter, though. All that mattered was that he was there. What is he planning to do to me? That didn't really matter either. He was dangerous, that was what mattered.

Don't let him chain you up! Louise's eyes darted from the man to her bed, to each corner of which leather shackles were already firmly attached. She was already dizzy from breathing too fast. Her eyes moved back to the man. Do something, Louise. Don't just stand there.

The man took one step forward and again stood still.

Do something! Louise yelled at herself inside her mind. Yet she just stood still. If I try anything he will get angry. Really angry. It's safer to just...

The man took another step. Louise screamed and reached behind herself. Slippers weren't all she kept in that corner. One of the three baseball bats she kept in her bedroom was there too.

She grabbed it. Only one chance.

Still screaming she jumped forward. Only one chance.

Clumsily, she swung the heavy wood with all her might. She hit his arm, the arm he had reached forward.

Now they were both screaming.

Only one chance, thought Louise and swung again. The man staggered backward away from her and fell over his own feet.

"Nej," the man screamed. "Louise, Nej. Det mig. Det..." Another swing cut him off mid-sentence.

"Die!" screamed Louise, standing above him, she swung again. "Die, Joe."

"Det mig. Av. Nej, Louise. AV." The man's sentence was cut off by a piercing scream as she got a good hit on his other arm, which he had held up above his body.

"Hjælp," screamed the man and pushed with his feet to get under her bed. "Hjælp."

It wasn't until then that Louise noticed the man was speaking Danish. She shook her head, holding back her next swing while trying to think straight.

"Louise stop. It's me, Søren. It's just me," screamed the man in Danish, pushing himself further under her bed.

"What the hell are you up to?" panted Louise, having trouble adjusting to this new information.

"Don't you remember?" cried Søren, from under her bed.

"Remember what?" asked Louise, her eyes again darted to the leather shackles on her bed. Suddenly, she did remember.

Louise dropped her baseball bat.

"I forgot, Søren. I forgot."

"I think you've broken both my arms," wept Søren from under the bed. "What the hell is wrong with you, Louise?"

"I'm sorry," said Louise and started weeping too. "I swear I didn't realise it was you."

"Get out of my car," said Ronald.

That was all the prompting his latest victim needed. The second the door closed behind her, Ronald drove off. He didn't even bother looking at her in the rear-view mirror.

Two hunts in two months, both of them cut off early. The last one he had let go early because he had accidentally broken her nose. This one... Ronald shook his head. This hunt he had found a girl who had resembled Lowish. Judging by looks alone, the two could have been sisters.

Ronald had been so horny, just looking at her, that he had had trouble seducing her. In the end he had succeeded, though. The trip to the rented vacation farmhouse had been filled with nearly unbearable anticipation.

Playing with the Lowish-look-alike had been marvellous. At first. It had been his biggest thrill since the Lowish hunt. At first. The look-alike had even sounded a bit like Lowish when he gave her a good round with the belt.

Life had been good.

At first.

Sometime during the first night, he had woken up. For a second he had thought the woman next to him was Lowish. In the dim light the look-alike had looked exactly like her. But then he had remembered she wasn't Lowish and had been filled with an urge to strangle her.

Surprised at himself, Ronald had taken a cold shower to wake fully. The prey was for fucking, not for killing. He wasn't a murderer. After the shower, he had tried to resume the weekend, had toyed with the look-alike, had scared her, had mindfucked her.

It was no use. The more he had looked at her, the less she had turned him on. Sometime around dawn, Ronald had realised he hadn't been hard for hours and had simply given up.

The look-alike simply didn't do it for him.

I'm just having an unlucky streak, thought Ronald, keeping his eyes on the road. Nothing more, nothing less. Five months had passed since the Lowish hunt. Just an unlucky streak. He remembered driving away from that hunt. He had had her old student ID in his pocket then.

Her name had been on it. Her full name. First and Last. Her address had been on it too.

Ronald's hands grasped the wheel tighter. I should have kept it. It hadn't even occurred to him to keep it. He had only hung on to it to convince Lowish that he would be able to track her down. He had burned it and buried it, along with the bondage he had used on the Lowish hunt.

Months had passed before Ronald had realised he didn't remember her last name. He didn't remember any of the information that card had held. Even if he wanted to, he would never be able to track her down.

Box of chocolate under her arm, Louise knocked on the door.

"Come in," someone yelled from inside, in Danish.

Louise opened the door and stepped inside.

"It's me," she shouted. Not quite sure if she would be welcome or not.

"Did you bring a bat?"

"No," shouted Louise.

"Then come on in."

Louise walked to the living-room.

"Hi, Søren," she said, holding the chocolate forward.

"Hi," said Søren.

"The police decided not to press any charges against me," said Louise.

"I know."

"Thanks for telling them not to charge me with violent assault."

"Thanks for telling them not to charge me with attempted rape," said Søren, and carefully waved one of his bandaged arms towards the couch.

Louise seated.

"I was just about to tell you that it was me, when you charged me with that bat," said Søren.

Louise winced at the memory. "I'm sorry."

"It was my own fault," said Søren. "I should have said it the moment I realised you were afraid. I pushed the game too far. It was just, seeing you there, in that corner. You looked so..."

Louise swallowed, for the first time ever nauseated by her good friend Søren.

"Are you ok, Louise?" asked Søren.

"I'm fine."

"What I meant to say was, it's my own fault that I've got two broken arms," said Søren. "And I've learned my lesson. I'll never scare you again."

"I should have remembered to turn off the horny-lamp," said Louise. Referring to the lamp-code system which she and Søren had agreed on before Louise had gone to America and Søren to Italy. That was how old their plans had been.

"May I have a piece of that chocolate?" asked Søren, changing the topic.

Some hours later the two were watching one of Søren's dvds --one of the Die Hard movies.

"Give me another chocolate, would you?" said Søren, keeping his eyes on the screen. Due to the casts on his broken arms, he only had limited use of his fingers. Picking chocolate up from chocolate boxes had proven beyond his current abilities.

Louise picked up a piece and fed it to him.

"Thank you," said Søren, around the chocolate. "Now give me a blowjob, would you?"

Louise laughed and leant back, returning her eyes to the screen. A moment later, her eyes returned to Søren. Her gaze trailed down his arms, along his casts, to his fingertips poking out of the casts.

"Have you figured out how to jerk off with both arms in cast?" asked Louise.

"I can't," said Søren. "No fast arm movements. Doctor's orders."

"You poor thing."

"My mouth isn't in cast, though," said Søren. "I was thinking that maybe if I went down on you, then you would..."

"Don't worry about it," said Louise and gently pushed at Søren's chest with one hand, prompting him to lean back.

"Louise, you are an angel," said Søren, leaning back. "A saint."

"Saint of blow jobs," commented Louise, and pulled the elastic of Søren's sweatpants down to his hips.

Søren raised his rear from the couch, letting her pull his pants past his bum. He wasn't wearing underwear, those were too hard for him to get on and off unaided.

"I'll make this up to you as soon as my arms are ok," promised Søren. "Anything you like. You name it, I'll do it."

"Relax," said Louise.

"Seriously," said Søren, carefully caressing her back with his fingertips. "Yours are the best blowjobs in the world."

"Mmm," commented Louise, slowly lowering her head, her lips already engulfing the sensitive bulb.

"As soon as I get these casts off, I'll tie you up and chase your g-spot till you beg for mercy," promised Søren.

Louise froze.

"What's wrong?" asked Søren.

Louise took his cock out of her mouth.

"Would you mind shutting up, while I suck your cock?" she said, nothing friendly in her voice.

Søren went quiet and Louise resumed.

'Joe' hadn't made her suck his cock, remembered Louise. He hadn't taken that from her. Why do I let what Joe did or didn't do ruin anything? Søren had never taken her anywhere but where she had wanted to go. Even that encounter in her bedroom had been at her request.

During the abuse, Joe had told her that her fantasies were sick. That she was sick. Anger boiled in Louise's stomach while she worked her way up and down the backside of Søren's cock, massaging with her tongue.

I'm not sick, thought Louise, with the tip of her tongue teasing Søren's most sensitive spot, the soft small patch on the underside of his cock-head. My fantasies never hurt anyone.

Søren moaned.

Louise and Søren had had many good times together. He was, if not the best then, one of the best lovers she had ever had. I won't let Joe ruin that, decided Louise. I won't let Joe ruin anything.

She switched from tonguetip-tickling to tight-lipped headbobbing, Søren always responded strongly to tight-lipped headbobbing.

"Please don't stop," whispered Søren, his hips making small involuntary movements.

On the inside, Louise smiled a little. The only time she ever played dominant was when sucking Søren. He had told her long ago that he never could decide if that game was heavenly or hellish.

"Be nice to me," whispered Søren hoarsely.

He is almost there, thought Louise. Almost.

In her pants, her clitoris throbbed at the memory of how it felt when Søren teased her. He was very good at bringing her to the brink and then stopping just before she came. He was almost as good at doing that to her as she was good at doing it to him.

"Keep going," whispered Søren again. "Keep going. Keep going..."

Louise stopped.

"For helvede," swore Søren, squeezing his legs together in frustration. "Don't do this to me while my arms are broken."

Louise smiled, looking at his saliva-coated cock. It was still jumping sporadically after having been so cruelly deprived of stimulation.

"Lie still and take it like a man," said Louise, stuck out her tongue and gave him a slow lick from base till tip.

A memory from the weekend with 'Joe' pushed itself onto Louise and her smile disappeared. But her determination to learn to work past those memories didn't disappear with it.

I'm not the sick one. Joe was the sick one, Louise reminded herself, and again engulfed Søren's cock. Then she pushed the memories away by focusing intently on again bringing Søren to the brink.

The second time she stopped, Søren almost sounded like he was about to cry.

"Take it like a man," Louise again chided.

"I am taking it like a man," whined Søren. "You have no idea how this feels."

"Begging won't help you," stated Louise. "You'll just have to wait till I decide it's time."

(Six months after)

"There is some substance to the company, Mr. Jackson," said the company's owner, who was also its CEO, intently keeping his eyes locked on Ronald's. "The daughter companies are real."

"As real as the debt you built to buy those companies. A debt which you move every three months to not appear insolvent," said Ronald. "Your company is 95% air."

"Not 95% insisted the owner. It's true that my books aren't..."

"Do you think I came here to argue?" asked Ronald.

"I don't know why you came," admitted the owner.

"The hounds are breathing down your neck," said Ronald.

"Why did you come?" asked the owner.

"Your falsifications of your books are perfect," said Ronald. "You really did a good job on them. The hounds won't have evidence that your company is made of air until they find the empty accounts. The accounts that according to your books hold a total of..." Ronald checked his notes. "65 million dollars."

"You have to be in business to get in business," claimed the owner of the air-company. "The company is growing, one day it will be real."

"The hounds," reminded Ronald.

"Why did you come here?" asked the owner.

"Imagine you gave your company to me," said Ronald. "Imagine we made it look like someone paid 70 million dollars for your company."

"Made it look like?" asked the owner. "What do you mean, Mr. Jackson."

"Imagine you gave me your company for free, but everyone thought you got 70 million dollars for it," said Ronald.

The owner went quiet, he could see how that could get the hounds off his back. After a few seconds, he could even guess why someone would want to pretend to buy his company.

"You want to use my fake books to laundry 65 million dollars?" asked the owner.

"What I want to do with your fake books, is none of your concern," said Ronald.

"I'll sell you my company for 10 million dollars," said the owner, "while we make it look like 70."

"I've got a better idea," said Ronald. "You drop on your knees and suck my cock. When you are done, you beg me to take your company for free, while making it look like 70 mill."

"The company isn't all air," said the owner. "The daughter companies..."

"I don't need you," said Ronald. "And I'm getting bored."

"The daughter companies..."

"You blew it," said Ronald and rose. "Good luck with the hounds." He turned and started for the door.

"Wait!" screeched the owner.

Ronald turned back and walked to the owner's desk, while opening his belt.

"Get up," ordered Ronald, while unbuttoning his pants.

The company owner did as told.

"Over here and on your knees," ordered Ronald.

"If I suck your cock. How will I know you will take the company off my hands afterwards?" asked the owner, remaining on his own side of the desk.

"If you don't want to blow me then stop bitching," said Ronald.

The company owner blinked.

"I get your company for free, we pretend it cost 70 mill," said Ronald. "Deal, or not?"

"Deal," said the company owner.

Ronald rebuttoned his pants and closed his belt, before shaking hands on the deal.

"Now, was there something you wanted to say about my daughter companies?" asked Ronald, after letting go of the owner's hand.

"It's not important," said the owner.

"Allright," said Ronald, nodding agreement. "Let's get cracking on that paperwork."

Two hours later, Ronald left the company owner's office.

And so another 65 mill passes back into legitimacy, he thought. Ronald had always had a nose for air companies. When he had been legit, the advantage of that had been to avoid them.

This particular air company had been a better deal than most, however. Instead of losing a few dirty mill in the laundry process, he had earned his new associates a couple of legitimate millions. As the owner had been begging to say several times, the value of the daughter companies outweighed the constantly moving debt by several millions.

Ronald wasn't in a good mood, though. He was too frustrated to enjoy even successful business. Every woman he saw, he wanted to bend her over a table and fuck, he was constantly horny. But, as of late, he couldn't get off while fucking.

It must be because my last two hunts failed. I'll have to go on a new hunt soon. In the past many months, I've spent too much time thinking about what I'd like to do and too little time actually doing it.

Somebody bumped into Ronald, or maybe it was the other way round, either way Ronald had to concentrate to keep himself from beating up that insignificant somebody.

I need to get laid, thought Ronald, plastering a fake friendly smile on his face, and kneeling to help the anonymous stranger with her papers which had flown all over at the impact.

"Why did this have to happen?" whispered the stranger, as if her papers becoming disorganised was a genuine disaster. Her accent sounded strangely familiar.

"I'm sure we can get your papers back in order," said Ronald, comfortingly. For some reason, the sound of the woman's voice had moved her from insignificant to bedmate prospect.

"I have an appointment with the CEO in less than five minutes," said the woman. Ronald's cock made a tiny jump at every word she spoke.

"The CEO is a good friend of mine," lied Ronald. "If you need a bit more time to organise your papers, I can delay him for you."

"You would?" asked the woman. "I really couldn't ask you to do that for me."

"Of course, I would. I feel guilty about..." Ronald's voice trailed off mid-sentence, his eye had caught something amongst the papers. He reached out and picked it up.

"That's our brochure," said the woman.

Her voice came from very far away. Ronald's breathing had stopped. His pupils had widened to better let in the light, to better let him see. The brochure he was holding had opened to page 7 upon landing on the floor. On page 7 was a picture of a laboratory, on the picture Ronald could see five smiling people.

One of those five smiling people... Ronald started breathing again. One of those five... 

Her.

Ronald's eyes went to the text below the picture.

Our skilled biochemists are constantly...

His eyes went back to the picture. To her. Her and her eyes. Emeralds. He couldn't remember her last name. Lowish. He couldn't remember where she lived. Mine. But, now he knew where she worked.

(Seven months after.)

"No," said Louise in Danish, stretching out an arm. "Don't vortex that."

"I've just diluted," said the laboratory technician, holding the sample glass too close to the vortex for Louise's liking. "The contents needs to be mixed properly before next step, doesn't it?"




Unwanted Obsession Ch. 05



"That sample contains macromolecules, many of which should still be intact," said Louise. "Let's try to keep it that way, ok?" Louise reached out and took the sample from the technician. When working under a limited budget every sample mattered.

"Dr. Andersen insists that diluting always be followed by at least five seconds on the vortex."

"This is how you mix samples when you are trying to retain tertiary structure," explained Louise, and gently dabbed at the bottom of the sample, mixing the contents. Then she turned her eyes to the many samples on the table. "How many of these did you vortex?"

"The ones to the left have already been diluted and vortexed, the ones to the right I haven't touched yet," said the technician.

Louise closed her eyes and took a deep breath. Shit! More than half the samples were to the left. Shit. The work hours she had put into the samples weren't the worst of it, the worst was the cost she had spent in materials to get those samples so far. Results vs. costs. Being new she needed to prove herself useful, not costly.

"Dr. Andersen has directly told me always to..." began the laboratory technician.

"Har du nogensinde overvejet at Dr. Andersen er en kraft-idiot der ikke har nogen anelse om hvad han render og laver?" ranted Louise, angrily. As soon as it was out, she regretted her words. She was sure her boss wouldn't appreciate learning she had implied he was a 'power-idiot' who had no idea what he was doing.

"I'm sorry," said Louise. She couldn't undo having aired her true feelings about her boss, but could at least apologise for speaking angrily to the lab technician. "I shouldn't have yelled at you that way. It's not your fault that..." Louise had to stop mid-sentence to not again dive into descriptions of Dr. Andersen's capabilities, or rather lack thereof.

"So, what do we do now?" asked the technician.

We will have to discard the vortexed samples, thought Louise, but decided not to do it till the technician had left. Angrily shoving the whole bunch into the bio-trash, right then and there, might antagonise the lab worker further.

"Well, we dilute the rest without using the vortex," said Louise.

"I'll get in trouble with Dr. Andersen if I don't vortex after diluting, Louise," said the lab worker, tapping her nails against the table.

"Nobody wants that to happen," said Louise, and sighed at the prospect of having to be the one to explain to Dr. Andersen that you don't vortex macromolecules unless you don't care if they denaturalise or break.

Somehow I doubt Dr. Andersen has even heard about tertiary structure, thought Louise, staring dejectedly at the ruined samples.

"I'll take care of it," said Louise. "Just leave the samples where they are."

Ronald looked at the thick envelope on his desk. Nearly a month had passed since he had ordered it. He had, after all, asked for a thorough report.

Is this what being in love is like? he wondered. His heart was pounding and his palms were sweaty. He remembered what her face had looked like the moment she had realised he wasn't a nice guy.

"Joe, NO!" she had screamed.

Ronald's cock jumped at the memory. She had screamed 'no' and then she had been his. He had taken her and she had been perfect.

He lifted the envelope, broke the seal, and took out the report. Ignoring the written text, he went straight for the multitude of pictures.

There she was eating an ice-cream at a bus stop on a rainy day. That's my Lowish. Not a care for what others thinks she should be doing. The picture was black and white, yet Ronald knew her eyes would have been reflecting the sun like emeralds, if only there had been a sun to reflect and colour to show it.

"You really shouldn't be eating ice-cream, though," said Ronald to the picture. "You've gained some weight, you need to watch yourself before it gets out of hand."

Ronald turned to another picture. Louise wearing a white lab coat. You would look so much better in a dress, Lowish. Yet, the thought of pushing her against a wall and tearing that lab coat open... Ronald grabbed for a paper handkerchief and opened his pants.

The next picture showed Louise walking out of a glass-door. Ronald remembered her speaking his name while coming around his cock. He closed his eyes, remembering, while jacking off rapidly under his table. Just relieving the pressure.

After shooting a load, breathing and thinking was easier.

Should I take her again? he wondered, slowly stroking his cock. It was already growing again. Should I really hunt her a second time? Ronald had never hunted the same victim twice. It would have to be abduction from the start, she'd never willingly follow Joe Payne anywhere.

"I'd tell you to call me Ronald," he whispered. "No more name-faking. You'd call me Ronald, Lowish, and you'd know it's my name."

I love you, Ronald. He remembered her voice so clearly.

Again rock solid, he flipped to the next picture. His eyes bulged at what he saw. It was a series of pictures taken with night-vision. Ronald had paid handsomely to convince the private investigator to set up camera's inside Lowish's home.

He had hoped for some nudity, certainly, but hadn't quite expected this. She's a warmblooded woman, my Lowish. There on her bed, she was alone, touching herself. The image sequence left no doubt that she climaxed before pulling her cover up and going to sleep.

Maybe she was thinking about me, thought Ronald. A thought so unlikely it wouldn't even have popped to mind if his cock hadn't already been in his hand. She is thinking about me, decided Ronald, and stroked harder.

After shooting his second load into a handkerchief, Ronald felt more relaxed than he had for weeks.

A small, yet happy, smile played on his lips as he flipped further along the pictures. Louise walking through a park. Louise walking out of Blockbuster with a small bag of rentals.

Couch potato as well as lab rat? wondered Ronald. No wonder she is gaining weight.

Louise sitting in a McDonald, laughing. Ronald flipped on to the next picture. Louise putting a TV dinner into her microwave. Can't be more unhealthy than... Ronald frowned and flipped back to 'Louise at McDonald'.

Who is that guy she is laughing with? Ronald narrowed his eyes. What is he saying that's so funny? He flipped forward through pictures, giving each one only a brief glance until he found.

Louise having sex.

Ronald picked up the entire case-file, everything that had been in the envelope and threw it across the room.

"Fucking whore," he yelled.

Across the area in front of his desk, papers and pictures rained down in complete disorganisation.

She is mine. I'll take her again and I'll teach her she is mine. I'll keep her longer than a weekend this time. Maybe a month. Ronald leaned back. I can't disappear for a full month, though. Annoyed, he drummed the desk with his fingertips. Then nodded to himself.

I'll have to keep her close to home, so my associates won't miss me. Somewhere close by so I can work in between raping her. His cock grew a bit at that thought. Too angry to concentrate on masturbation, Ronald ignored it. I'll keep her back purple the whole month, I'll keep her so sore that she'll cry with pain every time I fuck her. I'll... Fueled by his anger, Ronald's imagination went deeper and darker than usual.

"She will be ready for a long hospital stay by the time I let her go," whispered Ronald. When I'm done with her, that's where she'll be headed, the hospital. There her lover can come hold her hand... Ronald's fingers stopped drumming and, unnoticed by him, his cock went completely flaccid.

He can hold her hand and nurse her back to full health. Once she leaves the hospital, he will take her home with him and they will make love. She will be whispering his name while he comes inside her.

Ronald clenched his jaw and closed his eyes, jealousy eating at his guts.

It doesn't matter how long I keep her. As soon as I let her go, she won't be mine any longer.

Ronald fisted his hand and slammed it onto his desk.

Won't be mine.

He lowered his head and his shoulders started shaking.

Not mine.

Something tickled his cheek and, believing it was an insect, Ronald raised a hand to wipe it off. His fingers found wetness.

He opened his eyes and looked at his wet fingers. Tears? Ronald couldn't remember the last time he had wept. Actually, he couldn't remember ever having wept.

Do I really care that much? he thought, so surprised that even his anger left him. Do I really care that much if she is mine or not?

Ronald thought about Lowish saying, "I love you, Ronald." at his command, thought about the soft skin on her belly, thought about Lowish telling him that he hadn't needed to use force.

It warmed, warmed in a place he hadn't known was cold, warmed in a place he hadn't known he had.

Ronald rose and rummaged through the pictures on the floor, till he found 'Louise having sex'.

Do I really care that much? he thought again, forcing himself to keep his eyes on that anonymous male backside which his Lowish lay below.

Yes, concluded Ronald, still staring at the picture. I do care that much.

*

Peanuts? What peanuts? My only payment is comments.

Although at this exact point, I would not expect anything more eloquent than, "Where the hell is the rest?"

The answer to that question is, "In my head, brewing and stirring, waiting to be let out." I hope the next chapter will come out fairly soon but can make no promises.



Unwanted Obsession Ch. 06



This is not sweet reluctance, this is creepy, dark, non-con, and a work of pure fiction.

*

Louise was not happy. This had been her third day working late. Real late. Somebody must have told him what I said. All the lab technicians knew what she had said about Dr. Andersen --their boss, Louise's immediate boss. Somebody must have told him, and now he is out to get me. Her feet were killing her, luckily she didn't have far to go and the seat at the bus stop was sure to be free.

At least overtime pays really well, Louise reminded herself and tried to feel happy about her situation. And he will have to give me extra time off eventually, else the union will tear him to shreds. That thought was comforting. An extra vacation.

Past midnight, the industrial area which her workplace was in was completely desolate. The night-bus driving past the border of it wouldn't be passing until 3:00 am.

Louise was fairly sure that her boss was aware she had about one and a half hour's wait for the bus when working late like this.

Asshole.

Even soft shoes sounded loud in the deserted area.

I'm not the only one working late, thought Louise, noticing a van parked next to the fence surrounding one of the smaller companies. The van was parked halfway onto the sidewalk, halving it. Or maybe its a company car. Her eyes strayed to its license plate, halfway expecting the yellow plate marking a company car.

Polish plates? Louise turned her eyes to the company on the other side of the fence. Illegal or legal? she wondered. It happened that companies tried to keep foreign workers unaware of their monetary rights when working in Denmark. Such as the minimum wage for their field of work as well as exactly how much higher the wage was at night.

Her eyes returned to the van and she decided that if she saw it again, at late night, she would put a note under the hood, in English briefly describing who to call if they weren't getting the full Danish wages.

She'd be sure to add a reminder that such demands could also be raised in retrospect. She expected that many foreign workers wouldn't feel comfortable raising a spectacle in the beginning of a temporary contract, but that most would be happy to receive an extra --possibly thrice as large-- pay-check, sometime after having returned home.

The thought of someone's asshole boss being kicked around by unions, almost made Louise forget her sore feet. A slight smile played at the edges of her mouth when she reached the van and moved closer to the fence to pass it.

Waiting for the bus wouldn't be so bad, she had...

With an involuntary, small, shriek of surprise, Louise jumped a step back as the van's front door opened right in front of her. For a split second, she prepared to laugh off the shock. Someone was in the car. But, then a second shock hit her as the someone pulled a gun on her.

Open-mouthed, Louise stared at the man who looked like a bad imitation of something she had once seen in an action movie. She heard the backdoor of the van opening but didn't spin to look behind her.

She felt cross-eyed staring at that gun which was now less than an arm's length from her face. It's a joke.

"Søren?" asked Louise and wrestled her eyes from the gun to the man holding it. He didn't look one bit like Søren. Besides Søren wouldn't do something like this.

Someone grabbed her from behind, reached an arm above her shoulders and across her throat. Louise's hands flew to the arm, grabbed it. But she didn't fight.

Søren wouldn't arrange something like this. Would Brian?

The man with the gun was wearing a ski-mask, it had big round holes for his eyes and mouth.

"Vil i ikke godt holde op nu?" said Louise, - Please stop. Things like this just didn't happen for real, not in quiet little Denmark, so it had to be a joke. It had to.

The gun-pointing man raised his gun-free hand and held one finger to his lips, soundlessly mouthing, "Sssh."

Actually, none of the men Louise knew would even consider arranging a surprise for her, not after what had happened last.

The man behind her put something over her face and mouth, held it in place with the arm he didn't have around her neck. Louise held her breath and crossed her eyes to see what it was. Transparent plastic? It's a face-mask. Why would they gas me? What gas? It could be anything.

Louise started struggling.

"No," said the gun-holding man, in English, regaining her full attention with a single spoken word and a clicking sound from his gun.

The safety, thought Louise and ceased struggling. That was the safety. He unlocked the safety on his gun. In spite of her fear, her body was already complaining about the lack of air.

Louise dared not struggle lest she be shot, but she dared not breathe either lest she inhale a poisonous gas. So, staring at the gunman, she just stood still in the gas man's hold.

The gunman rounded his lips in a big exaggerated O and took a deep noisy breath in, then exhaled. Then moved his other hand across his gun, making it click again. Louise still held her breath, so the gunman stepped forward and pressed his gun against her forehead.

Again, he rounded his lips, and started breathing in noisily. Terrified, Louise copied his action. The gas had a slightly sweet taste.

The gunman exhaled and so did Louise. For another deep breath, Louise mimicked, and another. He really does look ridiculous, thought Louise. Like Boondock Saints doing Lamaze-class. Louise giggled. The situation wasn't really all that frightening anymore.

The gunman even smiled at her a brief second, before again forming a big O and inhaling. Like Pavarotti singing backwards, thought Louise, mimicking the funny man. Her exhale came out as hysterical laughter and her knees bent below her.

Gunman put his gun in his pocket.

I knew it was a joke, thought Louise and smiled under the face-mask. Gunman and gasman helped each other keep her on her feet.

Gunman and gasman sitting in a tree, rhymed Louise, mentally, K-I-S-S-I-N-G. It was just too funny. She'd tell them all about it once she was done laughing at her unspoken joke.

They helped her into the back of the van.

A ride home. Excellent. Then I won't have to wait for the bus.

"Hvor er det bare sødt af jer," said Louise. - This is really nice of you. She smiled at gasman as he helped her lie down.

Gasman was wearing a ski-mask too. He put the face-mask back over her mouth and nose. Louise hadn't even noticed it had been missing. It wasn't so bad, the sweet taste of that gas. Not so bad at all. Louise was breathing normally now. Sweet gas in, sweet gas out.

She felt good. Relaxed.

She closed her eyes.

I knew it was a joke, she thought and fell asleep.

Luka turned off the gas and took the mask off the woman's face, and Nicolai thoroughly compared the woman to the picture.

"It's her," said Nicolai, in Russian, and knocked twice on the intersection to the driver's compartment.

"You should speak Polish while we are on Polish plates," said Luka as the van started driving.

"Not much point," commented Nicolai, pulling a dose of anaesthetic into a syringe. "My accent, when speaking Polish, is so heavy that anyone, who can tell the difference between Russian and Polish, would know I'm not Polish."

"I guess you're right," said Luka, and turned his attention to the target. "She doesn't look like someone worth a fortune in ransom. Do you think this is about something else?"

"Don't know. Don't care," said Nicolai, and injected the woman with the anaesthetic.

"This thing smells personal," said Luka. "I think she pissed someone off. Don't you?"

"Don't know. Don't care," said Nicolai and leaned back.

"Sometimes you're really boring to be around," commented Luka.

"I don't care about that either," said Nicolai with a teasing smile. "Did you see F.C. Copenhagen play the other day?"

"I still don't watch football," said Luka.

"You're missing out," said Nicolai. "Danish football, Danish beer, and Danish women. One should always enjoy the special delicacies of wherever one is." Nicolai sighed happily. "Danish women love my accent. They are always trying to make me say 'Roet Groet mee floete'. I don't even have to buy them drinks."

"Rød grød med fløde," corrected Luka, whose linguistic abilities were sufficient to say 'red porridge with cream' in Danish. A sentence with which the locals loved to torture foreigners. The Danes seemed to be proud that their language was practically impossible to pronounce correctly.

"If you pronounce it right they'll get bored and move on," said Nicolai with a laugh.



Lowish's arrival brought Ronald's thoughts to old, cheaply produced, horror movies. A wooden box. Somehow he had expected more class from his Russian associates.

Wordlessly Ronald followed Vladimir Petrov --his primary contact to his Russian associates-- and the four box carriers as they navigated through his home.

Since the mess with Rose and her stalker, Ronald had moved to a larger mansion, one with higher garden walls, several rows of garden walls. This mansion wasn't a lease, he owned it. Ronald could easily afford it. His fortune had increased dramatically since the Rose videos had forced him into his new career.

Once the box was in the library, Vladimir showed the carriers out, leaving Ronald alone with the casket-like container.

Is she really in there? He knew she had been kept unconscious during the long transport, yet it seemed wrong for her to be in that box. He didn't want her in a casket.

Ronald poured himself a brandy. That was the only type of alcohol present in the library --it appeared his interior decorator had had a fondness for stereotypes. Ronald wasn't particularly fond of brandy, but he wasn't inclined to leave the casket unguarded even for a few seconds.

When Vladimir returned, he was carrying a crowbar.

"Shall I?" asked Vladimir, pointing the tool at the casket.

"Go ahead," said Ronald, and downed his second glass of brandy. No sound had come from the casket. None at all. If she is dead, I can bury her in that box. Ronald poured himself a fourth glass while Vladimir started loosening the lid of the box.

"She might be thirsty when she wakes up," said Vladimir. "But she isn't dehydrated so you don't need to worry about filling her with excessive amounts of water. Just give her a glass or two," Vladimir paused, then added, "if you want to."

Vladimir has seen the Rose videos, guessed Ronald. At one point, while Ronald had kept Rose, she had annoyed him. Rather than beating her again, and thus risk making fresh bruises, Ronald had punished her by withholding water.

His new associates, his Russian 'friends', had always been very discreet and diplomatic when referring to anything related to the Rose-mess.

They had exterminated Rose, her stalker, and her lawyer for him and had called it a mere favour between friends. Without ever mentioning the content of the Rose videos, his new associates had assured him that every single copy had been tracked, found and accounted for.

Using both hands, Vladimir lifted the lid off the casket, revealing the contents.

She looks dead, thought Ronald and downed the fourth brandy, hoping its burn would rid him off the cold sensation in his stomach.

"Her heart-rate is good and healthy," said Vladimir, before taking the simple home-use measuring device of Louise's finger. Then he took the IV needle out of her hand and replaced it with a simple band-aid.

Ronald knelt next to the box to better see.

"I had a doctor check her out, before bringing her here. She hasn't been injured during transport," said Vladimir.

Ronald reached a hand into the box and touched Lowish's forehead. She isn't cold. He ran his hand past her temple and down her cheek, and smiled when he noticed the slow movements of her chest, rising and falling. She is fine.

"So, I hope everything is as you want it, Mr. Jackson."

"Yes, Mr. Petrov," said Ronald. "Everything seems to be in order. I trusted it would be, so I transferred the money this morning."

"You didn't need to do that, Mr. Jackson," said Vladimir and rose. His knees tired easily. "My friend wanted me to tell you that he treasures your friendship." Vladimir always referred to his boss as 'my friend'. "He wanted you to know that if, in the future, you should get lonely again, you can always come to him."

"I don't intend to get lonely again," said Ronald, gently caressing his Lowish's hair.

Vladimir made no comment to that statement. He had seen the Rose videos and doubted the woman could survive Mr. Jackson's attention for long. Unless, of course, he should grow bored of her, in which case Vladimir would be the one to terminate the woman's life. Either way, Vladimir expected that Mr. Jackson would eventually get lonely again.

"My friend," continued Vladimir, "is hoping that you will enjoy some quiet time at home now. That maybe now you won't need to travel so much." Vladimir was fishing for confirmation that Ronald wouldn't disappear on another vacation.

Vladimir and his boss had certain ideas as to what Mr. Jackson was doing when he took off on long weekends and, for his protection, were trying to keep shadows on him at all times. So far Mr. Jackson had always been able to shake them off.

Ronald Jackson had proven to be extremely valuable. The single most efficient money-cleaner Vladimir's boss had ever had in his employ.

Unaided, Ronald could clean money, of any currency, faster than Vladimir's boss could earn it. With aid and extra time, Ronald earned Vladimir's boss extra money during the laundry process itself.

Vladimir thought it only natural that his boss wanted to keep the golden goose alive and out of prison. But, as he watched the smiling Mr. Jackson gently caressing his freshly served victim, Vladimir doubted things would remain under control.

"You can tell our common friend that I intend to spend a lot of time at home," said Ronald.

"Would you like my help carrying her down?" asked Vladimir.

"No. I can handle it," replied Ronald.

"I'll leave you to it then," said Vladimir and left. He felt a bit sorry for the woman, though not to the degree that he would lift a finger in her defence.



Louise felt like she had been sleeping for a long time. She had had one of those dreams where you keep dreaming that you wake up. Go back to sleep, she ordered herself. You're still tired. Most of her body felt stiff from having been in the same position too long.

That's what happens when you spoon while going to sleep. Louise enjoyed spooning, though, considered it well worth the price. She couldn't remember if it was Søren, Erik, or Brian she was spooning with just now. It's not Søren. He has a girlfriend now.

Louise shifted slightly in 'whoever it was's arms, relieving the stiffness, and went back to sleep.

Louise felt like she had been sleeping for a long time. She had had one of those dreams where you keep dreaming that you wake up. I'm so tired, she thought. All she wanted was to go back to sleep. The mattress below her was shaking slightly in an annoying fast rhythm. Her bedmate was jacking off.

I ought to at least turn and cuddle his balls while he masturbates, thought Louise, but she was just too tired to move. I'll be nice to him in the morning instead.

A few moments later, the shaking ceased. A few seconds after that, Louise's bedmate turned over in bed and pressed his front against her back, hugging her with an arm. He felt nice and warm. With a content, safe, feeling, Louise dozed off.

Louise felt like she had been sleeping for a long time. She had had one of those dreams where you keep dreaming that you wake up. Annoyed, she realised her bedmate had snuck a hand between her arms and was fondling one of her nipples. 

Too tired to move or even talk, she made a complaining sound deep in her throat. The hand stopped moving. Satisfied that her bedmate had ceased being a nuisance, Louise cuddled her back closer against him and went back to sleep.

Ronald lay absolutely still, his hand against Lowish's breast. He had heard the expression 'melted my heart', but until just a few seconds ago, he hadn't understood exactly what it meant. He breathed slowly, enjoying the warm feeling in his stomach.

When she had pressed herself against him, a tingly warm/cold shiver had travelled from somewhere on his back to every part of his body, till finally it had gathered as that warm feeling in his stomach. My Lowish. All mine.

There had been a sting too, a feeling inside his chest. Heart. It had caught his breath, while the shiver had travelled. All in all it had been a rush. One of those things that made Lowish something special.

Something was tugging at Louise, pulling her awake. It was a sensation. I'm too tired. I just want to sleep. She had already pushed the sensation aside and gone back to sleep several times, but this time it wouldn't be denied. I need to pee. 

Louise whimpered to herself. I'm too tired. Her bedmate still had an arm around her and she still couldn't remember who he was. Since it couldn't be Søren, it had to be Erik or Brian. It didn't really matter if it was Erik or Brian or both. What mattered was that she needed to pee. A lot.

Louise opened her eyes. This isn't my bedroom. Where am I? She was too tired to get out of bed, but she had to find a toilet. Laying on her side, she was looking across an unfamiliar floor to an unfamiliar wall. The first movement she had to make in order to get off the bed, would be to roll onto her stomach, then crawl to the edge of the bed, then...

Even thinking about it was too straining.

Louise closed her eyes again and fell asleep only to dream about searching for a toilet. She woke with a fresh whimper. Clenching her legs together against the scream of her bladder, Louise started crying. She was exhausted, far too tired to get up.

"What's the matter?" asked her bedmate.

"Jeg skal tisse," whined Louise.

"You will have to speak English," he said.

"I need to pee," repeated Louise, this time in English.

Her bedmate rolled away from her. Louise felt cold and alone without his warmth. He was only gone a moment. Upon returning, he pushed something under her.

I haven't peed in a bowl since... Louise was too tired to open her eyes.

"You can pee now," he said.

He sounds just like... While peeing, Louise forced the thought away. I refuse to think about Joe.

'Joe' was the one who had taught her to pee while lying down, but that was no reason to sacrifice a thought on him. Not even while peeing lying down.

Lowish fell back asleep even sooner than Ronald removed the bedpan. He wasn't worried. Even before delivering her to him, Vladimir had informed him the anaesthetic would take a long time wearing off. For that reason, Ronald had stacked a decent pile of magazines next to the bed. He hadn't read a single of them yet, though.

Napping, fapping, cuddling, and thinking, had turned out to be all the entertainment he needed while waiting.

Louise woke and realised she was tired of sleeping. She had a feeling that her dreams had been really annoying, but she couldn't remember any of them. She was laying on her back, with her head slightly to the side, her cheek leaning on her hands.

Someone's arm was strewn across her abdomen, his hand resting on her upper thigh. Someone warm and masculine. Brian? Erik? Louise opened her eyes to an unfamiliar ceiling. She blinked. Brian had hooks in the ceiling above his bed too, but this wasn't Brian's bedroom.




Unwanted Obsession Ch. 06



"Jeg er tørstig," said Louise. - I'm thirsty.

Her eyes went to her bedmate as he rose to his elbow and looked down at her.

It's Joe. Louise was too drowsy to feel fear. He has come back for me.

"Why, Joe?" asked Louise.

"I love you," said Ronald.

"I don't love you," stated Louise, almost as an afterthought, she added, "I hate you."

"I want you to say that you love me," said Ronald.

"I don't love you," repeated Louise, dispassionately, and moved her gaze away from him and back to the ceiling. So many hooks in one ceiling, she thought drowsily. Brian would love this place.

Ronald grabbed hold of her face and turned it back to his.

"If you really loved me, it would be a thrill, Lowish. It really would. But I can make do with pretend," he insisted, staring into her eyes. "I can't make you fall in love with me. But do you know what I can do, Lowish?"

"No," said Louise, honestly. "I don't know what you can do, Joe."

"Whenever you fail at pretending to love me, I will string you up and give you a thorough round with the belt, Lowish. That is what I can do."

"Whatever you say," said Louise and closed her eyes. She was too drowsy to care.

There was something she had wanted before recognising 'Joe'. Frowning, she tried to remember, then it came to her. "I'm thirsty."

"You can have water when you behave, Lowish."

"Whatever you say, Joe," said Louise and yawned. Maybe I didn't sleep quite enough after all, she thought and, shortly thereafter, dozed off again.

Although he lay absolutely still, Ronald was enraged. She defied me. Something inside was tugging at him, trying to pull him to that place that was so bloody hard to remember. She said she hated me, and then she ignored me. Ronald resisted the pull. If I go there, she might be dead when I return.

He didn't have all that much experience with 'black out's, they were a fairly new addition to his life. Just another one of those things that had changed with the Lowish hunt. But, he was adjusting.

No point in beating her while she is all doped up. But, she had dared to ignore him. No point in hitting her while she won't be able to feel it. But, he had to make her pay. No point in punishing her while you are too angry to even enjoy it.

Ronald closed his eyes. Don't get mad. Get even. He intended to get more than even. Just not while there was a risk he might lose control.

"You don't want her in a casket," whispered Ronald. "Don't ever forget that you don't want her in a casket."

Ronald kept his eyes closed until he trusted himself not to harm Lowish in her sleep, and then he tightened her chains, further limiting her freedom of movement, and left her.



Louise woke because her arms hurt. She had been sleeping with them too far above her head, as she so often did. Annoyed at herself, she pulled at them. Wrist cuffs? Shocked, Louise opened her eyes. Joe is back. It wasn't a dream.

Wide awake and terrified, Louise raised her head and searched the room with her eyes. What is this place? It reminded her of an S/M hotelroom she and a guy named Johan had once rented in Amsterdam. Except this was much larger and there were no punishment or bondage tools hanging from the walls. Only the hooks and metal circlets to which to attach bondage were present, but those were present in abundance.

There was no sign of 'Joe'. She was all alone. Is this his home? Louise let her head drop back to the mattress. She felt weak. It can't be his home, he doesn't live in Denmark. The hooks and circlets in the ceiling filled her eyes until tears blurred them out.

Polish car. It was a Polish car. Am I in Poland now?

I don't wanna die.

Why? Why again?

Louise screamed her fear out.

Shut up. Don't make him come and check on you. Don't make him angry. She remembered what 'Joe' was like when he was angry. Suddenly, she also remembered 'Joe' lying next to her in this very bed. But do you know what I can do, Lowish?

Louise screamed again. Tears streamed from her eyes. I made him angry. I made him angry for real.

"Somebody help me, please." She couldn't stop herself. She knew he would be the only one to hear, but she couldn't stop herself. "He is going to kill me. Please help me. Anyone."

Louise twisted her head to check her bondage. Large, padded, leather-like cuffs covered her wrists. I won't be able to hurt my wrists against those, thought Louise and laughed maniacally. He didn't like that I hurt my wrists last time. Louise screamed again.

Metallic chains lead from the cuffs to the corners of the bed's headboard. Though, every part of the headboard was covered with metallic rings. Not just the edges.

How many women has he kept here? She had to calm. She had to find her cool. You survived meeting Joe Payne once, you can do it again. Don't give up. Louise raised her head only to bang it back onto the mattress.

"I wanna go home," she screamed. "I wanna go home."

Louise knew how strong 'Joe's chains were. She remembered. Breasts and below she was covered by a blanket. She couldn't see her feet, but was sure their cuffs were attached to similar chains.

Can't get loose. Can't. So don't try. If she struggled with the bonds, the blanket would slide off, leaving proof of her efforts. Lie still. Don't try. If 'Joe' should see she had attempted to escape, Louise was sure he would be at least pretend angry. Possibly real angry too.



Ronald was calm. For hours, he had been working, doing research, to cool down. Usually it was the other way round. Usually, Ronald would be doing something sexual to calm enough to work. Lowish really had turned his world upside down.

Locking himself into the basement, one door at a time, Ronald wasn't upset that his life had changed. New didn't have to be bad.

He opened the last door and stepped into Lowish's chamber.

"I've missed you, Joe," said Lowish, looking at him with those emerald eyes, and Ronald's heart jumped to his throat.

She is beautiful. Ronald studied his chained prize. Her acting skills could be better, though. Four stars for effort, one for results.

"I'm happy to see you too, Lowish," said Ronald, and strolled to her bed.

"I'm sorry if I hurt your feelings earlier," she said, keeping those unbelievable eyes on him. "I didn't mean a word of it. I think I was drugged, Joe."

Five stars for effort, thought Ronald and climbed onto the bed. Leaving the blanket as it was, Didn't expect it to still be in place, he crawled atop her a knee and a hand on either side of her. I've really missed looking into those eyes.

"I love you, Lowish." He wasn't sure this was what people would call love. But it didn't really matter, what others felt or not. Ronald had a feeling for Lowish for which he had no words. Love was as good a choice as any to describe this delightful obsession.

"I love you too," she replied.

"Joe isn't my real name," said Ronald, wanting that charade out of the way.

"Ok," she said.

"My name is Ronald Jackson. Not Joe Payne, not Ronald Reagan."

"Ronald Jackson," she repeated.

"Yes," said Ronald, in his pants his cock was throbbing to be let out and reintroduced too. Easy fella, thought Ronald.

"I love you, Ronald," whispered Lowish.

Ronald closed his eyes and clenched his fists in the blanket, fighting the urge to jump her like a horny bull. He wanted the first rape after their long separation to be special.

"Shut up," he ordered.

Prolong the moment, he reminded himself. Make it something worth remembering.

He had felt like a groom lifting his bride across the threshold, when, in his arms, he had carried Lowish down the stairs to this basement. This is our honeymoon.

As soon as he trusted his self-control, he opened his eyes and noticed that Lowish had tears in hers.

"You will never win an Oscar that way," chided Ronald with a slight smile and lowered his face to kiss her.

Louise wasn't sure how he wanted her to react so merely did her best to relax her lips and jaw, not to fight the intrusion. His lips were as tender as she knew his hands could be violent. He had closed his eyes, so she closed hers, releasing a well of tears.

The adrenaline spared her no sensation. Her fingers felt cold as she clenched her hands to retain the self-control needed not to scream, not to fight. Her tears tickled her skin on the travel to her ears. The tears already resting in the hard fold of her ears were unpleasantly wet and moved slightly with even the most minute movements of her head.

Her heart was pounding. Her breathing was trying to leave her control. Every part of her body screamed at her to do something.

Fight, fuck, or flee-response, thought Louise, forcing herself to think logically and lie still. You are not a reptilian, you can control this. Don't piss him off.

His lips travelled from her mouth to her cheek, to her jaw-line. Louise accommodated his further journey by leaning her head back and to the side. Baring my throat like a submissive dog. Fresh tears trickled their way out of her still closed eyes.

Louise didn't want to fuck, she wanted to fight or flee. Her rapist trailed light kisses down her throat. Asshole, thought Louise. Joe, Ronald, I don't care what your name is, I wish you were dead. She wasn't about to air those thoughts. Don't make him angry.

Sobs shook her body, Louise knew he could see it, probably hear it and feel it too --in spite of her efforts to contain it.

His lips left her skin. Through the mattress, she felt his weight shifting, but she dared not open her eyes to watch.

Ronald bent his knees till he sat on Lowish's crotch, freeing his hands from carrying his weight. His eyes feasted on his victim below him. My woman. Her mouth was sealed tight, withholding the sounds of the sobs shaking her upper body. Even her breathing had temporarily ceased to that end.

Her soft lab-rat hands were curled into tight fists. With each sob her arms strained against the cuffs separating those helpless fists from her arms.

Adorable, thought Ronald. My irresistible Lowish.

He reached out a hand and pulled the blanket down her chest, revealing her breasts. They bobbed seductively in tune with Lowish's sobs. When cleaning her, he had noticed they had grown a little bit with her weight-gain but were still a near perfect match to his hands.

Louise fought off the sobbing while her rapist gently massaged her breasts. Every few moments he let a finger slide across one nipple or the other. Louise was trying to convince herself that the sensations from her nipples were a good thing. He likes making my body respond. Keeping him happy is good. But keeping 'Joe', Ronald, don't forget it's Ronald now, happy, didn't feel good.

Fuck the humiliation, thought Louise. This is about life or death. You can deal with the humiliation issues afterwards, just like last.

He suddenly started rolling both her nipples between his fingers.

He has no right! Automatically, Louise tugged both her arms against the sensation travelling from her nipples.

"Are you wet for me, Lowish?"

Louise again started sobbing. I don't wanna be. She remembered the way he had sometimes laughed that weekend. A genuinely amused laughter feeding her embarrassment further.

"I think you are," he said, laughing that way she remembered.

Her body remembered it too. Her clitoris pounded once in anticipation of an expected caress, and Louise wept harder. I hate him.

Ronald unstraddled his prey and pushed the blanket further down. Like a man revealing a piece of art. That was what his Lowish was. Something unique. The missing piece in my collection. The last piece, the one that would bring him peace and completion.

Ronald smiled at himself. And tomorrow you'll be writing poetry and love letters? The thought that maybe he would, didn't even bother him.

New didn't have to mean bad.

Louise kept her eyes closed when she felt his hand on her naked knee. She fought the impulse the squeeze her knees tight together. She could have done it, though. The chains attached to her ankle-cuffs lead to the foot-end of the bed, but kept her legs straightened together, not apart.

"Spread your legs for me, Lowish," ordered Ronald.

Louise hesitated. Don't hesitate, just do it.

"You can do it," encouraged Ronald. "I left enough slack in the chains."

I don't want him to touch me, thought Louise yet forced herself to obey.

By bending her legs she pulled her body toward the foot-end of the bed, tightening the chains between wrists and headboard and giving more slack to the chains from ankles to foot-end.

"Your way of wiggling within bondage will never cease to amaze me," commented Ronald as Lowish spread her legs.

He doubted any of his other victims could have complied to his demands so swiftly. He also doubted any of his other prey had as much experience with being in bondage as Lowish had. Ronald pushed the thought aside, he didn't like thinking about her former lovers.

Again she felt his hand on her naked knee. Slowly it slid down to her inner thigh. His fingertips tickling her sensitive skin. Even more slowly those fingertips travelled closer to...

Involuntarily, Louise closed her legs.

"Spread them," ordered Ronald.

I don't want to, thought Louise yet obeyed. She remembered what her rapist could be like. Keep him happy.

The fingertips continued their journey. Her skin was oversensitized with her emotions. The tickling of that light moving caress was nearly unbearable. But not half as unbearable as her shame when his fingertips arrived and she felt them slipping along her oiled folds. Her far too well-oiled folds.

Sweet oil, thought Ronald, and allowed one of his fingers to seek out her entrance and slip inside. Again Lowish's legs gathered.

"Keep them spread," he commanded. Again she obeyed.

His cock was screaming to be let out, but Ronald ignored it completely. Fucking Lowish's self-oiled pussy wasn't the only thing he had missed the last many months. He spun his hand slightly, moving his thumb into position. His hand remembered exactly how to locate Lowish's clit.

Lowish breathed in sharply in response to the first contact. Her legs tensed.

"Keep them spread for me," reminded Ronald.

Lowish's swollen clit felt huge under his thumb. With a slow movement, which Ronald expected had to be maddening, he started circling her clit with his thumb.

"Please stop," whispered Louise. Then closed her lips tight, she hadn't meant to talk.

"I won't stop," said Ronald.

Without thought, Louise shifted her hips slightly, depriving her clit of his touch. It was a brief relief.

"Having trouble laying still?" asked Ronald, his thumb already back at the right spot.

Humour him, Louise ordered herself and said, "It feels really good, Ronald."

"It does, doesn't it?"

"Yes."

"Look into my eyes, Lowish," he commanded.

Louise opened her eyes and looked into his.

"Keep looking into my eyes. I want you to look into my eyes when you come for me," he ordered and started circling faster.

I don't want to come for him, thought Louise, keeping her blue-green eyes on his brown ones. I don't. It didn't matter though. Even if she should decide to fight him, she wouldn't have a choice about it. Humour him!

"I love you, Ronald," said Louise. Screw dignity, survival is all.

Ronald merely smiled at her and continued circling her clit with his thumb. The finger he had inside her moved slightly, in tune with his thumb.

Who teaches assholes like him to touch like that? wondered Louise.

"Spread them," ordered Ronald.

Louise obeyed, she hadn't even realised her legs had started gathering.

The sensation was building already. That increase in reaction to every single circle. Like coins to a piggy bank, making it heavier with every deposit.

I don't want to, thought Louise, staring into those eyes, those hard brown eyes. Yet rebellion was not an option.

Her rapist made no comment as her hips moved again, pulling her clit from his thumb.

"I can't control it," explained Louise, lest he should think she were misbehaving. She wasn't. It was involuntary. I could have done it on purpose though. Could have. Should have. Lying still, not fighting, not screaming. Just letting him do whatever he liked. Louise felt like a whore.

His thumb refound her clit and her hips jerked again.

"Lie still," he ordered. "And keep your legs spread."

"I can't control it," sobbed Louise, wishing that her hips would obey her and be still, while also wishing she had the courage to purposefully evade his touch.

"I believe you," he said, and moved himself between her legs, one knee at a time, while his thumb still chased her clit.

Ronald rearranged his hand. One finger gently moving inside Lowish became two fingers curled upwards pressing against that area, which he knew would be sensitive by now. Still staring into her eyes, he increased the pressure. Her eyes widened in response to it. Her upper thighs squeezed against his knees.

"You can't close your legs on me now," said Ronald, smiling at his prey, and moved his other hand to her clit. He used three fingers to rub the general area, making sure her clit would be stimulated even when her hips jerked.

Louise closed her eyes, arched her back, and pulled against her cuffs, all of them. I can't...

"Look into my eyes, Lowish," ordered her rapist.

"I can't," she screamed. I can't control it. She jerked her hips to escape the unbearable double stimulation. To no avail. I can't stop it. She writhed on the mattress.

"Look into my eyes, Lowish," snapped her rapist.

With her last vestige of self-control, Louise opened her eyes and sought out her rapist's.

"You're all mine," he whispered. "All mine."

Louise's body exploded. Her every muscle tensed. Her back arched, and her breathing stopped. Her eyes rolled to the back of her head.

"Good girl," whispered Ronald, holding his hands still, allowing his victim to grind against them to the degree she needed to push back the aftermath of her orgasm. "Good girl."

Louise hated her body which wouldn't stop spasming around his fingers, wouldn't stop milking his fingers. At least her hips had stopped grinding her clit against his fingers. This had been one of those orgasms that left her clit overtly sensitive and throbbing.

"How did you like it?" asked her rapist.

"How do you think I liked it?" blurted Louise. "How the fuck do you think I liked it, you sick fuck?"

Of course she regretted it. She regretted it the instant the last word left her mouth. But, it was too late then.

"I'm sorry," she whined. "I'm really sorry."

"Don't be sorry," said her rapist. He didn't sound angry at all. "You've just earned yourself an encore."

Encore? For a second Louise didn't understand. But then the fingers inside her again pressed up, and the fingers on her outside moved back in place against her clit.

Her hips jumped, but there was no escape from those relentless fingers.

"Having trouble laying still, Lowish?" asked her rapist and laughed.

Every part of her body spasmed and tugged to escape the overstimulation.

"Maybe if you beg for mercy?" suggested her rapist.

"Please stop."

"No," said Ronald, delighting in her helplessness. "I won't stop."

It's wonderful to have her back.

"Please, Ronald," begged his Lowish, twisting her hips to escape. All she accomplished was to grind harder against his fingers.




Unwanted Obsession Ch. 06



She is mine. I'll never let her go. She will never leave me.

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You comment, ergo you exist.

I think there will be another break now, before the next Unwanted Obsession chapter. (As always, no promises. I can't say for sure whether I'll be able to pull my imagination out of that universe quite yet.)