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I'd called a meeting.

Their attendance was compulsory.

They were eating me out of house and home and I just knew my cock would get plumb worn out if I was to bang them all as much as I knew I wanted to. I'd never really intended to capture five of them at one time but now it was a done deal and the real problem was I didn't know which two of the five I liked the least. I figured I could handle three fairly easily so I planned to execute two of them to reduce my contingent of fuck cunts. But, all in all, it was not going to be any easy matter deciding which to murder since they all were so beautiful. I'd grabbed them at the closing of a modelling and fashion convention in Toronto, Canada so it wasn't too surprising they were all great looking. Still knowing they were going to die so early, really added to the tension and the delight.

So that's why I'd called the meeting, firstly to see if there would be any volunteers, which I highly suspected was unlikely, or failing that to work out some method of selection for the elimination process, like a murder lottery or loser's contest.

They were all still dressed in the clothing I'd captured them in but Taylor's was a bit mussed up.

They could tell something was up and looked extra worried and concerned except for Miranda who was the youngest at twenty-three. She looked somewhat upbeat and even cheery. Maybe it had all been a terrible mistake and I was going to let them go. She must have been thinking something to herself along those lines as she was humming and looked trusting and expectant of good news, almost eager to hear what I had to say. Eventually, my words would sear her brain and my hot irons, her cunt.

And so I began.

'You special ladies are all looking fine to-day. I'm sorry for the inconvenience and the delay. I had to do some business and I realize you've been here three days now and there's been no explanation, but we'll get into that shortly. I hope the food's been OK and I know you'll all want a bath soon.'

Ashley was forty-two and the oldest and most assertive and she challenged me immediately, almost spitting it out. 'You have no right to hold us here. You have to let us go. I don't know who you think we are, but you have to let us go. This is so not right and I demand, we demand, we all demand you release us now.'

I could have bitch slapped her right then but I knew I'd get to it and when I did, she'd really know what hit her - like brass knuckles in her crotch. I knew I'd slug-fest her and really looked forward to it.



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With my prick growing hard, I slowly surveyed the bunch, taking in my abundance of riches, and focused on Miranda.

'What about you, Miranda? You don't seem so demanding and assertive. Do you agree with Ashley?'

'I, yes. I want you to too, but I think you're going to anyway. I think you want to so I don't think I, we have to demand that you do. Am I right? I'm right, aren't I?'

'I don't know, sweetie. (And she was so fucking sweet and I knew she'd taste it too.) But there do have to be some changes. There's going to be some big changes.' I answered.

Chris was forty and a real power bitch and just as pissed as Ashley and let right into me, eyes blazing and jaw raised right up in arrogance. 'Ashley's right. We demand that you release us. You've stepped way over the line, but you haven't hurt us or anything, so letting us go is the only thing that can set it right. Set us free to set it right.'

(Little did they know what had already happened to Taylor.)

Marie concurred. She seemed a little more submissive and was a stunning beauty and was twenty-four, but only four months older than Miranda. 'We're not playthings, toys. You can't collect us. We're human beings and deserve respect and consideration and not to be frightened or terrified or even made to be uncertain. So please, do the right thing and let us go. Let us all go.'

They nodded and murmured in agreement, they were of one mind, except for Taylor.

Right off, from the start, she was my favorite. She was, in fact, the reason I ended up grabbing the bunch, her and her hotel room-mates. She was thirty-three, five foot seven and about a hundred and thirty pounds. She was fucking exquisite and I'd hurt her cunt pretty good when I isolated her from the others and I raped her and I think she knew from how eager I was to bust her that things were not really as they seemed. I'd bitten into her clit before I penetrated and unloaded inside her and warned her if she told the others at all, in any way, any of what happened, I'd kill them and make her watch. She'd begged me and begged me to use a condom so I shoved one in her ass as I cunt raped her. I was mean and she knew to expect more. From as far as I could tell, she hadn't said a word and the others were blissfully unaware of what I was really after. I don't know how she'd avoided alerting them about what I'd done to her, but she had and she knew. She knew there was a shit load more shit to pay and her fears were well founded and tied her tongue.



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I walked, sort of strode, up to her and put my hands on her shoulders. I massaged and pinched her at the same time, clawing my fingers into her blades. I was hurting her but the others couldn't tell.

'So Taylor, you're not saying too much. In fact, you're not saying anything at all. Why is that? Why aren't you joining in?' I smirked in her face.

I looked her right in the eyes, squeezing and gripping her shoulders even harder. I could see the recognition and smell her fear and simmering anger. I thought about how her cunt had tasted and felt, and she thought about how her cunt still hurt something awful.

'Speak when you're spoken to.' I ordered her.

'I, please. Just. I'm afraid. They don't. I'm afraid, they don't know.'

'Know what? What don't they know?' I moved my hands down towards her tits. Her white silk blouse had one button torn off and her bra was ripped at the side. It was sheer and elastic and reveled every contour. She was heaving and struggling for breath and to keep from blurting out her terrible secret. Her chin quivered and tears welled in her eyes.

'Answer me. Fucking answer me.'

The others could tell something was going on between us, something extra, but weren't at all sure what it was.

'I. I can't. I don't know. Ashley's right. They all are. You should let us go.'

'No seconds?' I suggested to her.

She looked fearful and almost resigned as a tear escaped.

'I think we need to talk in private. What do you think?'

'No. No, please. I don't want to. No. I agree with them. They know what's right. They do know. That's what I meant. So I don't have to add any more. That's why I was quiet.'

'You wouldn't lie to me? Would you?' I said as I gave her a knowing wink.

'Please no. You know.' She sort of begged.

'That I do, so we're going to have a little talk, just the two of us. In private.'

She shuddered and then sort of wailed.

'Oh no. Please no. Please. I don't want to .'

The others easily picked up on her deepening distress and fear and joined in with a chorus of 'leave her alone' and 'stop picking on her', but my mind was made up. I so wanted to fuck her again harder I was afraid I might kill her too soon.



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I untied Taylor's neck rope from the steel wall ring securing her and attached my portable metal neck tether to her and pulled her away from the wall by her hair at the back.

She resisted.

I growled into her ear, but it was still a whisper, 'I'll fucking kill them right in front of you if you resist. If you don't co-operate, one of them is dead, right now. You got it?'

She nodded slightly and stopped straining. I brushed my hand down across the front of her blouse, brushing her tit like it was an accident. I felt her recoil and jiggle slightly like Jello. Her tits weren't large but were perfectly formed and pointed towards her chin.

She knew what I was after again and strained so I gripped her hair more tightly as I marched her towards the door.

I could smell the coming fuck in her.

And she knew too she'd be getting it again.

To the loud protests of all the others, I propelled her down the hall to another room at the end and shoved her inside and closed the door. I went back and went to close the door where the others were. They were all secured by rope neck lines so couldn't run free.

Chris barked at me. 'Don't you hurt her. Don't you touch her. You hear?'

Marie and Ashley concurred, 'Leave her alone and bring her back in here. Bring her back in here now.'

Miranda was just crying now, her optimism faded.

'Not to worry ladies. I'll bring her back.' They just didn't know they wouldn't be at all happy to see her again or the mission she'd have to complete.

I closed the door and could hear them yelling after me as I strode down the hallway to my target and my prize .

I knew I had to watch it or I might get carried away and kill her and I knew I was going to bite her clit even harder and this time her nipples too. But I had to watch it, if I bit them off, de-nippled her, how would she explain that and how could I then maintain the pretense of them not facing horrible dangers? Half the fun was their ignorance of my full intentions and keeping it that way for as long as possible. I suppose it was a dilemma but what a fantastic one. I was the king and I made all the rules. Fuck their notions of rules, mine were the only ones that counted now in their miserable new lives.



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I stood outside the door where Taylor was and listened. All was too quiet. I put my ear to the door and still couldn't hear anything. She didn't think I knew but I knew what she was up to. To confirm it, I ever so quietly moved away from the door and went to the video monitoring system I'd installed and lo and behold there she was standing at the ready to the side of the door which would put her behind it when I entered. She fully intended to try to overpower me from behind and I just loved it. I just fucking loved her false hopes and plans. Stupid cunt, she was all set to give me the right to really go after her crotch. She was giving me the excuse I didn't even need, like unjust justification.

I watched her on the monitor for about ten minutes and she barely moved her position although she took a few practice swipes and grabs and kicks. She was ever so tense and serious. It was all great sport to watch, like she was shadow boxing or wrestling and as she kicked her long leg high, I knew I'd smash her shins.

I figured I had a few good options. I could go in armed with my Taser set on maximum stun. I could take along a steel pipe or a knife or I could go back in unarmed to give her a fighting chance.

And that's what I felt like doing. I didn't want to immobilize her. I wanted to fight with her, to wrestle with her and claw at her and to bash her silly. A good old-fashioned punch-up, but I'd be doing most of the punching up her cunt. Still, I had to be careful. I had no real idea how strong she might become if her adrenalin kicked in and I couldn't have her getting away or, Heaven forbid, knocking me out. That could make for a predicament, if she ever got the better of me and told the other four how meanly I'd already raped and bitten her. Fuck, five mad cunts after my balls all set for revenge. Fuck, I needed to be careful and extra crafty.

I knew how to be extra ingenious.

Unknown to Taylor, unknown to any of them, there was a light switch in the hallway beside each doorway that electrified the door knob to that room with one hundred and ten volts. I had set this up for the bathroom and two of the bedrooms, the one where the four of them still were and the one Taylor was in now. I also had a hidden two-way switch inside each room so I could turn off the current if need be.



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For Taylor, I was satisfied that was precaution enough and headed back up to mess with her and to ram fuck her.

I went to the door and tapped lightly.

'Taylor. Taylor. You still in there? You waiting for me? You waiting for it?'

(Of course, she was. I'd locked the door from the outside and she couldn't unlock it from the inside.)

I unlocked it.

I was almost giddy and my cock was throbbing.

'Taylor, speak up. Time for another visit.' I really wanted her to know what was coming. I wanted her to fight.

She still remained mute, all coiled and ready to spring from behind the door when I opened it. I turned the knob and opened the door about an inch. I took hold of it above the knob and flicked the switch to electrify the handle. You might say, it was hot and live.

I opened the door about another foot and could see part of her through the crack at the hinges. She was so set to pounce. I opened it about another foot and then pulled it back towards me and slammed it open and back right against her behind it. She screamed out and I rushed into the room and slammed the door shut behind me. She was holding her head and looked dazed and stunned. She wasn't standing fully erect but was sort of hunched over, but was still reaching for the knob and was just inches from taking hold, so I went for her fast and grabbed her by the hair and yanked her to the other side of the room where there was a steel framed bed modified for rape and torture. She tried to twist away but I punched her about the kidneys and she dropped to the floor crying and gasping.

'Stop it. Stop it, please.'

'What were you going to do? Stupid fucking cunt, what were you going to try to do?'

I took hold of her head and glared into her face and shoved her hard onto the bed. She rolled onto it and off the other side onto the floor. Now of all things, she surprised me. She got up fast, almost flew up like she was super-charged and looked ready to fight back.

She was furious and enraged.

She seemed ready to defend herself.

Now we could have some real fun.

She was getting into my role.



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