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WARNING:  The following is a story of erotic horror.  It is
nonconsensual, and as such has nothing in common with BDSM
practice.  It involves abduction and rape and torture, and
unless you wish to read of such things, read no further.







Dragging it out
by
SD


"You could make this a lot easier on yourself by cooperating," I told
the small brunette who lay naked on the concrete surface of this
unfinished highway.  It was Sunday and no workers were here, and no
traffic would pass along this road to nowhere.  The brunette, Mary
****** it said on her driver's license, lay on her stomach, her
ankles tied to her thighs, her wrists chained in front of her and a
long chain running from her wrists to the trailer hook on the back
of her car.  She was covered with welts from an electrical cord I'd
found in her trunk, all her finger and toe nails had been ripped out,
and I'd used a pack of matches on her, but she remained uncooperative.
I was getting impatient, partly cause this ski mask was so
uncomfortable for me, and she was running out of time.  It'd been
fun hearing her scream and beg and watching the tears pour out of
her soft brown eyes and down her smooth cheeks, but it wasn't what
I wanted now.  Besides, she didn't seem to have any tears left.

"I don't want to hurt you", I told her. "Most times I would, you're
very pretty," - which she was, small but voluptous with black hair
and an olive complexion - "but not now.  It's your friend I want,
the one you were shopping with yesterday.  I'd seen her several
times before then, but I'd never been able to catch her, or even
learn her name or address.  You can tell me.  I'm going to have
her eventually, your suffering isn't saving her, it's just keeping
her safe a little longer.  Tell me her name and address, and as soon
as I've got her I'll let you go.  No one need ever know your part".
I stood astride her and bent down to squeeze her ample breasts.
"They're so soft and smooth", I told her. "Do you have any idea what
this road will do to them ?"  She didn't answer.  "Talk now, or I'm
dragging you up and down this highway till you don't have an inch
of skin left".

"Please don't", she said, in a voice more sad and tired than
frightened, "you can do what you want with me, but I won't tell you
what you want to know.  You're not getting my friend, no matter what
you do to me, and what good will I be to you after I'm all ripped
up ?  Just do what you want with me then please let me go home, or
kill me if that's your plan.  Busting me up more won't do you any
good".

Well, she had a point. If she wasn't going to talk I wouldn't be
getting anything out of her today.  The last two weeks of stalking
the downtown for another glimpse of HER, and most of today working
on this tasty Italian dish, had left me with a great hunger, but as
desperate as I was I didn't expect her to appeal to me very much
after I took her drag racing.

"You're right, Miss *****, you won't be of any use to me when I'm
done dragging you", I told her as I picked her and laid her on her
back on the her car.  I dropped my pants, then slid her down onto me
and thrust hard into her.  With my pent up need being what it was,
this wasn't much of a fuck, as I came very quickly, then dropped
her onto the road. "Now there's no reason why I shouldn't bust you
up.  Unless you're ready to talk. This is your last chance.  Well ?"
She shook her head and started to cry softly.  "Have it your way.
I noticed the crucifix you wore.  Would you like to make a final
confession ?  Even if you survive your trip, you probably won't be
in any condition to make one then".  "Fuck you", she said through
her tears.  "Such language from a good Catholic girl !", I replied.
"Besides, you already did".  Pity she didn't want to confess.  It
was always fun making a confession that included relaying a woman's
last confession to the priest and watching him go nuts when he heard
the circumstances in which it was given.  It's really a shame what's
happened to the religious avocation in this country, it's made it so
hard to find a church where the priest doesn't recognize my voice.
Even after a couple years they go nuts before I've even told them
how long it's been since my last confession.  Of course, the fact
I'd been forced to shoot a couple had contributed to the shortage.

I started her car, and drove off slowly.  The chain was long enough
that I could see her in the mirror for a moment as she lay there
watching the tautening of the chain before her arms were jerked
forwards and she began to scrape along the concrete.  I drove slowly
and without any sharp turns for a long time, glancing frequently in
the rear view mirror as she was was dragged along, the flesh of her
breasts and hips and thighs being spread across the road.  When I'd
driven long enough to be sure she'd been skinned in front, I did a
sharp turn and hit the gas so her body was turned over, and given
how uneven a surface she offered with her legs tied back like that
she began bouncing over the road.  After a few minutes of this I
drove off the highway and dragged her over about a half mile of grass
before I reached my van.  Stopping the car, I got out and picked up
the chain and pulled her the rest of the way by hand.  She looked
even worse than I'd expected, with much of her skin (and nearly all
of it in front) scraped off and several toes missing.  She had many
obvious fractures, even the one's that didn't feature bones sticking
through the skin were easy to spot.  Her arms were distended and her
wrists were bleeding where the chains had torn away the flesh.  She'd
managed to do a fair job of keeping her head off the road surface and
despite some cuts and bruises had no major damage there.  Her reward
for this valiant effort was to have remained alive, and, amazingly,
conscious throughout the ordeal.  A fine piece of luck for me.  I
opened the door of my van, reached in and grabbed a blindfold and a
steel rod, then took the chain just above Mary's wrists and slid the
rod thru one of the links, then grasped the rod at either end so I
could lift her up without getting her blood on me, and carried her
towards the open door of the van.

"See what you've done ?", I said to the beautiful blonde secured
with abundant leather restraints in the back of the van.  Sherry's
blue eyes, already wide from the sudden exposure to light when the
blindfold was removed after so long a time, widened even more at
seeing Mary so battered and broken, and began to flood with tears.
Sherry squealed something into her gag, I couldn't tell what.  I
hung the rod on a pair of hooks on the inside of one of the van's
doors so I could look into Mary's eyes.  The shock and
incomprehension I found there was delicious.

"I'd been hunting this treasure", indicating the blonde captive,
"for weeks.  At first I planned some really exquisite tortures for
her, but over time I realized that this is the most beautiful woman
I've ever seen in the flesh - and such nice flesh it is - and it
would be a terrible waste to destroy her beauty so quickly.  I'll
hold onto her and use her other ways until she's less of a goddess.
I caught sight of her yesterday and followed you two all over the
city.  When you finally separated I was able to catch her at last.
But things don't always work out like you'd expect, for all her
beauty she's an ordinary fuck.  After my long hunt I needed more
than that, but I couldn't do anything really fun with her.  I
remembered how cute you were and asked where I could find you.
She didn't want to talk either, but hold a vial of acid over that
face and you can drag all kinds of things out off her.  The most
amazing stuff was coming out of that lovely mouth, she could have
made good money in phone sex.  The best thing to pass those lips
was your address.  Yours, and those of a couple other girls I'll
pick up another day; she assures me they're real cute.  You know,
Sherry, I'd never have marred your face.  I'll bet you're real fun
to play poker with.  But I think not, I think I'd rather play poker
with Mary", I said as I picked up a long thin rod with one sharp
point and raised it to those soft brown eyes.

END
