The Bonus

  Some like to take their young women when they seem the most vulnerable. After they leave a bar, or in a lonely parking garage, or lurking in the shadows of an alleyway. I prefer to take them when they might feel the most secure, in their own homes. That's where I am right now, outside the home of my latest target. This one is a contract job, a young, and somewhat expendable, legal aide from a law firm my client is feeling isn't taking his needs seriously enough. I don't mind working for this client, he knows my tastes (all of them), and will even give me a share of the profits. But this one isn't going to be profitable that way, only three copies of the DVD, one for me, one for my client, and one for the senior partner of the firm. Miss Sarah Roberts will vanish from the face of the Earth, and only the three of us will ever know precisely why.
  The last light went out in the apartment at ten o'clock. I waited another fifteen minutes to make sure that she was asleep, then I walked up to the door to the building. The nice thing about a contract job is that I get all kinds of extra resources. The bad part is that it's business. Somehow, it's not quite so special when I'm doing it for someone else.
  The key worked perfectly, and I was inside in seconds. The hallways and stairs were on night-time lighting, so I passed from light to shadow as I made my way to Sarah's apartment. The envelope hadn't included any information on the interior layout, just a key, an address and apartment number, and a picture. But I was confident that the lack of a floor plan wouldn't be a problem. The key worked just as well on the apartment door as it had on the front door, and less than two minutes after I walked up to the building I was softly closing the apartment door behind me.
  Now I pause inside the apartment, listening for the sounds. I can hear breathing from a room down the hall, and I make my way to its door, pulling the plastic bag holding the chloroform soaked cloth from my pocket. The other two doors are silent, a bathroom and some kind of storage closet, I assume. I gently put my gloved hand on the doorknob, looking behind me to make sure that no flash of light will awaken her. Assured that the rest of the apartment is dark except a single dim light in the kitchen, I turn the knob and slip silently inside.
  She is sleeping on her side, her hair obscuring her face in the darkness. I move around to the opposite side of the bed, studying her sleeping form for a moment before I strike. Then I swiftly pull her over onto her back, pinning her down with my right hand on her belly, while my left holds the rag over her mouth and nose. Her eyes fly open, and she gasps, then kicks and squirms for a moment, disarranging her sheets, but not able to escape my grasp before unconsciousness takes her once again.
  I wait for her to go still once more, then let my hands wander over her soft, vulnerable curves. I slide her short nightie up as far as I can, and let my hands caress the delightful curves of her breasts, smiling as her nipples respond to my touch by growing hard. Her body responds to me, and will continue to do so despite her will.
  I secure her wrists with the handcuffs I had brought, and turn toward the window to open it. The fire escape will let me down next to where my car is parked in the alley. I am lifting the window when I hear a key scraping in the lock on the apartment door. I quickly move toward the bedroom doorway, wondering what is happening.
  Lights go on in the apartment, and someone comes into view - Sarah Roberts. It looks like she had been working late at the office. But if she's just coming in, who was it that I just chloroformed and handcuffed? And now, how will I subdue my actual target? I watch through a cracked door as she makes her way down the hallway to the room I had assumed was storage. I hear her moving around the room, as I quickly dart for the kitchen. I look around, finally seeing what I need, then duck down quickly as she steps out of her room, crossing the hall to the bathroom.
  Once I hear the water running, I make my moving, back to the darkened bedroom, quietly sliding open drawers until I find them - a pair of stockings. I add them to my tools, then make my way to the bathroom. The sound of water spraying from the shower head, running down sweet curves, then to the drain meets my ear as I listen at the door. Smiling, I push the door open, crossing to the tub swiftly. I yank back the curtain with my left hand, while the right comes around to place the carving knife at her throat. "Don't scream," I snarl as she is frozen by shock. "Don't scream, or I'll slash your throat open."
  She nods mutely, her naked body trembling. "Now, sit down on the edge of the tub, and turn the water off. Move slowly, we'd hate for you to slip and cut yourself." Once more, she complies. I toss a stocking into her lap. "I want you to tie your left wrist to  your right ankle. Do as I say, and I won't have to slit your throat. Someone just wants you to carry a message to your boss."
  Once more, she complies, slowly, tremblingly, but soon she has knotted the stocking securely around her wrist and ankle. I finally take the knife from her throat, letting it slide down over her curves before pulling it away entirely. I smile as a nipple responds to the steel's caress. "Good girl," I say to her. "Now it's time for you to take a little nap." I quickly lace her in a choke-hold, pulling her back off the tub. She struggles and flails, but with her awkward position, it isn't long before she silently slips into unconsciousness.
  I quickly untie her wrist from her ankle, then rebind her wrists behind her back. A washcloth is stuffed into her mouth, secured with the other stocking. Then I consider what to do. Whoever the other girl is, she might have seen me. And besides, she wouldn't be business, more like a bonus. I wondered for a moment if my employer had know she would be there, if he had thought of her in that way as well. Regardless, I now had two bound and scantily dressed young women to remove from the apartment without attracting attention. It was a good thing the alley wasn't used much.
  It takes some time, but I finally get both of them into the trunk of my car. It's a good hour to the cabin from here, but there's plenty of air, even for two. This isn't the first time I've ended up with a double feature. Just the first time it wasn't planned. That means some changes will have to be made at the cabin. As I get into the driver's seat, I reach over to the glove box and pull out a bottle of pills, popping one of them. I could wait to recover, but that would mean spending a lot of time with a panicked, pleading young woman, and that wasn't really my idea of fun. A little bit of it is all I need, or really want. Hours of it gets boring.
The drive out to the cabin gave me plenty of time to think about what to do. Not about Sarah, that part was already in my instructions, in explicit detail. But the other girl... the other girl was all mine, to do whatever I wanted to. If she wasn't really my type, I could use her for a warm-up act, let Sarah know just what was coming. But my mind went back to the way her body had responded to my touch. I had a feeling she was going to be my type. And I would want to take some time with her.
I'm still planning what I might do when I arrive at the cabin. It's a long way to my nearest neighbor, so I'm not too worried as I open up the trunk and inspect my cargo. They're both awake now, looking at me fearfully, making muffled 'MMMph's around their gags. It isn't time to talk to them just yet, so I leave the gags in place while I lift Sarah from the trunk, and carry her into the cabin.
Inside the cabin, it looks like a typical hunter's cabin, right down to the bearskin rug in the middle of the main room. I set Sarah down on it, watching her eyes dart around the room. Naked and vulnerable, she is trembling in her bonds. I look down on her for a minute, letting her fear build, then kneel down to pull the rug aside, revealing the trap door in the floor. "Congratulations, Sarah. Thanks to your boss's reluctance to do his job, you're going to get to see a place very few ever see." I pull the trap door open, revealing the stairs leading down under the cabin. I pick Sarah up again, and carry her down the stairs, to the area I call my playroom, or the studio, whichever mood strikes me.
It's a large space, with four support pillars in a square in the center, effectively dividing the room into nine parts. Two of the pillars have shackles built in for wrists and ankles, the other two are smooth. The stairs down take up one of the sections, another is set up to look like a bedroom. A third is set up as a bathroom, and the fourth has a blackboard, teacher's desk and a couple of students' desks. But the part of the room that drew Sarah's attention, like all of the girls I brought down here, was the double section dressed up to look like a medieval torture chamber, complete with various implements. She starts shaking her head, and squirming around in my grasp as best she can. She's difficult to hang on to in her naked state, so I just drop her onto the floor, where she lands hard enough to knock the breath out of her. Then I pick her up and slam her back against one of the pillars. I put one hand around her throat to hold her in place while I grab a length of rope, loop it around one elbow, then back behind the pillar, and around her other elbow before tying it off. "Don't go anywhere while I get your friend. We're definitely going to have a bit of fun together."
I head back up the stairs, and out to the car. The other girl has managed to squirm around a bit in the trunk, but she hasn't been able to get loose. I reach in and drag her out, then carry her into the cabin. I set her down on the rug, and take a step back to look her over. She's short and slim, but with definite curves, and shoulder length dark-blonde hair. I can see her nipples, stiff with cold and terror, dimpling the sheer fabric of her nightie, and the shadowy curves of her body. I reach over and pull the panties I had gagged her with from her mouth. "I'm sorry you got involved in this, Miss." Not meaning a word of it. She's perfect, just my type. "What's your name?"
I can see her wondering... would she survive this? Would talking with me, giving me this information, make her more of a person to me? Someone I wouldn't want to kill? Finally, she looks me directly in the eyes. "My name is Cassie Benton. Please, what are you going to do to us?"
"Well, Cassie, your friend Sarah has gotten someone rather upset at her. He wants me to make a movie with her. Do you know what a bondage film is?" Cassie shakes her head. I find it hard to believe in this day of the internet, but I'll play along. "It's a film where I tie her up and have sex with her."
She's shaking her head frantically. "Please, no, don't do this to us."
"I'm sorry, but I have to. And I'm going to need you to be in it, too, since I had to bring you here. Just a little bit of sex, enough to make sure you won't talk about this, or all the people you care about will find themselves with copies. Then I'll let you both go. Okay?"
"Please, no. I haven't done anything... I won't tell..."
I give her a sad, sympathetic look. "Look, I'm really sorry you got caught up in this. But I'm going to have to insist that you do it. Otherwise, I'm going to have to hurt you, badly."
Finally, Cassie let her head drop, and nodded, sobbing softly. "All right, I'll do it. You wont hurt us?"
"I promise, I let you go when the filming is done." Actually, I let her go while filming, just not in the way she thinks. I uncuff her ankles, then help her to her feet. "I do the filming downstairs. I've got several sets in place down there, for different kinds of films. Don't get scared by what you see, most of it is just props."
I guide Cassie down the stairs. "Now, there are cameras in place all around this room. Do you understand that?" Cassie nods, looking at Sarah struggling against her ropes and 'Mmmph'ing frantically. "I want you to take off all of your clothes as sexily as possible, then go over to the bed and lie down on it with your arms over your head. Can you do that for me?"
Cassie shakes her head. "Please... please don't make me do that." Sarah is frantic, trying to draw Cassie's attention, but she's looking at me now, pleading with her eyes.
"If you don't take off your clothes, Cassie, I'm going to have to cut or tear them off of you. And that would ruin them. Just do what I ask, and you'll still have that sexy little outfit later." I see her shudder at the way I say sexy.
Cassie hesitates for a moment longer, then steps a few feet further away from me and nods. The cameras in the relevant areas have been running the whole time, and now a touch on a hidden button causes music to begin playing. Cassie gives me one last pleading look, framed perfectly by a close-up camera I know, then starts to sway her hips as her hands start at her shoulders, brushing over her breasts on their way to the hem of the nightie. She starts to slowly ease it up, while I put on a clear, distorting face mask. I smile, and she can see my pants bulging as she draws the nightie up over her breasts, the nipples growing stiff once more from the caress of the fabric. Finally, she pulls it completely off, and twirls it over her head a few times before letting it go. I see it sail across the room to land on the handles of the rack in the torture chamber.
I nod at her panties, and she shudders, but keeps dancing as she slowly slides them down her legs, then off. Finally, she is as naked as the day she was born. And she will stay that way for the rest of her life. I gesture toward the bed, and she makes her way over, stretching out on it like I ordered. Some quick work with ropes, and she is bound in an 'X', with her head propped up so she can see the rest of the show. "You did good so far, Cassie," I whisper in her ear, letting a finger slide into her, stimulate her. Despite her fear, her body is responding, and I bring her slowly to a shuddering climax. She moans and cries out with pleasure, her cheeks reddening as she realizes it is all being caught by the cameras. Then I slide a vibrator into her. "Now, I'm going to have to take care of Sarah's part in this film. But don't worry, I'll be back for you. Enjoy the show."
I walk over to the post Sarah is bound to. "You know what this is about, don't you, Sarah?" I whisper in her ear. She trembles, but nods, pleading with her eyes, glancing over at Cassie and shaking her head. "You know that I can't let her go. She's seen to much. And anyway, your just business, but I like killing young women like her." My hands caress Sarah's body as I whisper the words that confirm her fears. Her body is responding too, but not nearly the way Cassie's did. I walk over to my 'toy-box', and pull out a length of cord, and one other item that I keep out of view of both young women. I hang it from a nail on the back side of the pillar then take the cord in both hands. "Sarah Roberts, your boss hasn't taken my employer's requests seriously enough. So he wants me to send a message through you." I see the despair in her eyes as I speak, this time loudly enough for Cassie to hear.
Cassie gasps. "No, please, she hasn't done anything wrong." I just shake my head, and force Sarah's legs apart. I push my way inside her, then bring the cord up to her neck. Her eyes are wide with terror, and she is shaking her head frantically, but that doesn't even slow me down. As I thrust inside her, the cord is wrapped around her throat, and drawn tight. For the next minute or so, I simply enjoy her squirming and thrashing, trying to get air, and its effect on me as I rape her. Then I take both ends in one hand, and remove her gag. I can see her struggling for air as I climax for the first time that night. I release the cord, leaving her panting for air, only able to speak weakly.
"Please... no..." Her head is hanging down as if she lacks even the strength to hold her head upright, to look me in the eye as she begs for her life.
"I'm being paid a lot of money to kill you tonight, by people who will do very nasty things to me if I don't follow through. And I enjoy my work. What do you possibly think you could say to make me let you live?"
Her voice was almost too quiet for me to hear. "Please... let me go... Use Cassie... she's his daughter..."
I look over at Cassie, who is watching with fear in her eyes, her body shuddering from time to time as the vibrator continues to work on her. "Thanks for the info, but that might get a little more heat than the boss wants. Besides, my instructions for what to do to you were very explicit, and not what I want to do to her." With that, still hard thanks to the pill earlier, I force my way back into Sarah, reaching around behind the post to bring out a length of barbed wire with wooden handles on each end.
"Noooo!" she shrieks. It's the last thing she ever says, as I wrap the wire around her throat and pull on the ends. The barbs begin to dig into her pale, slender throat, bringing crimson droplets to the surface, while the main strands constrict her airway. The resulting struggles are amazing, and it is not long before I am nearing my second climax. The barbs tear jagged gashes as I draw the wire tighter, streams of red flowing down her neck and onto her breasts as her eyes bulge and the vessels in them begin to burst. Her tongue begins to protrude from her discolored lips. I hear gasps from the bed as a final shudder passes through Sarah's body as I fill her once more with my seed.
When she is still once more, I withdraw from her, and turn toward the bed. Her blood has painted my chest in her final struggles, and there is no question that Cassie believes she is going to die now, too. She is thrashing against her bonds, crying out as I sit on the bed next to her, and withdraw the vibrator from her. "Shh, Cassie," I say quietly and calmly as I stroke her hair. "It will all be all right soon."
Finally, she gives up and lies still. "Cassie, Sarah told me that you were her boss's daughter. Is that correct?" I can see her thinking that this might save her life - or make her death that much worse. Finally, she nods. "Well, that makes this interesting. Tell me, how would you want to die?"
"What?" I can see disbelief warring with despair on her face.
"If you had to choose a way to die - knife, cord, rope, whatever method of murder you could choose - what would it be?" I'm stroking her again now, soothing and terrifying at the same time.
She hesitates long enough that I think that she is going to refuse to answer me. "Slit my throat. Let me bleed out, and drown in my own blood. Anything but..." and then she goes silent, refusing to elaborate on her last words.
"Okay. But you heard me tell Sarah I liked killing young women like you?" She nods. "Well, slitting your throat would be a little too quick for me. Not enough time for me to really enjoy you, especially after fucking Sarah twice. And I'm going to want to fuck you too. You understand?" Another nod. She's starting to get a look of resignation. "Would it be all right with you if I slice you up and stab you for a while before I slit your throat?" Another nod, and a look of... relief? "All right, Cassie. Is there anything else you want to try or do before your last fuck?"
"H...Have you ever tasted one of us? Raw?"
"Yes, Cassie, I have. It was delicious. Why?" She has me curious now. The unexpected victim, who might be so much more than I had thought, judging by the way her fear seems to have vanished. A willing partner in her own destruction?
"I want to..."
"Would you like me to slice off a piece of Sarah?"
She shakes her head. "No... I want to taste myself. Along with you. While we...  fuck. I came, you know. While you were killing her. It excited me. Watching you fuck her. Watching her die." With every sentence, she seems to lose a bit of her hesitation.
"Okay, do you want the left or the right?" She looked puzzled. "The breast is what I would recommend. Nipple, and as much or as little of the actual breast tissue as you want. It's good, but the more I take, the more you'll bleed."
Cassie closes her eyes for a minute, then finally nods. "Right. Take enough for an easy mouthful. I want to make sure I can actually taste it. Try to slit my throat while I'm cumming, please. But if it seems like I won't make it, do it anyway."
I nod, then get up from the bed, going back to my toolbox. I want to make this as special as possible for her, since she seems to want it as much as I do. I pick out a selection of knives, slender ones that won't do too much damage, though they will cause pain, long ones that can reach deep into her body if the mood strikes me, one small but extremely sharp one to prepare her last meal. And one fairly heavy one to finish her with. I carry them over to her, explaining what each of them is for, then lay the last one on the pillow beside her head. She turns to look at it, and smiles.
I spread the rest of the knives on the bed by her left side, then move between her legs. Her hips rise up to meet me as much as her bonds allow, and for a while our movements are those of lovers, not killer and victim, our breathing seems to synchronize as our hips do, and I can sense Cassie's growing passion. Then she whispers, "Do it. Start cutting me." I reach out blindly to the knives, one of the slender ones comes to hand, and I drive it into her side, just below her ribs. She gasps with pain, but her hips speed up, writhing, twisting her flesh against the blade, widening the wound as the blood begins to flow. I stab her twice more. Each time, she shows pain on her face, but forces her body against the blade. I am no longer certain if her gasps and moans are pain or pleasure. Probably both. Her hardened nipples brush against my chest, reminding me of my promise, and I lay that knife aside. I take the smallest knife, and place its edge against her right aureole. She smiles, and nods to me, and I let the blade sink past her skin, blood welling bright scarlet from the wound as I make a quick circle, excising the tissue, then raising it to her eagerly parted lips. She takes the bloody morsel from the knife, and I hear the sounds of her savoring it as I repeat the process with her left breast. Her blood now flows and spurts freely over our chests as we enjoy the taste and texture of her. We are close, so very close, but we are not there yet, and her time is beginning to run out. I raise myself up to look down on her, taking in the ruin of her breasts, the frantic motion of her hips, the smile on her sweat-sheened face as she looks up at her killer. I take up another knife, placing its tip underneath her breastbone. She frowns for a moment, but then nods as I motion downward with the blade. I sink the tip into her flesh, not deeply enough for the cut I plan to cause massive bleeding and shock, but far enough to penetrate the abdominal wall. Then I make the downward slice, as we both approach our peaks. One more slice, from hip to hip, and I feel her spasming around me, a smile on her face as her final climax begins. "Now," Cassie gasps, and I reach for the final blade, drawing it swiftly across her throat as I cum. Her smile vanishes in a shower of crimson, and when I can see her again, her eyes are vacant, her body still. But her lips still bear a hint of a smile.
I finish cleaning Cassie out, then dismember Sarah's body for disposal. I restock the freezer, pile the plastic bags in the trunk, then clean up, and check the tapes. Sarah's death should be everything my employer wants, and I burn the three DVDs needed.
Once back in town, I send two of the DVDs off by courier, one of my employer's men, and I think that will be the end of it. But a week later, I get a call for a meeting with him.
"Mr. Benton was suitably impressed with your work. He's paying a lot more attention to what I want these days. There's just one thing. His daughter had gone to share an apartment with Miss Roberts a week before."
I'm starting to sweat at this. Is Cassie going to cost me my life? "And?" I ask, trying to stay calm.
"She's disappeared, and he seems to think there might be a second video from that night. He wants to see it. He's willing to pay a lot of money for it."
And they say I'm a monster...