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About The Author John Meskell is a retired
Queensland Detective Inspector, residing on the Gold Coast. He was educated at
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-CHAPTER ONE-
Carmen Domatrio had become
very cautious
after the murder of her friend, Loretta Saunders, despite not being able to
establish any link between herself and the horrendous thing that happened to
Loretta. Nevertheless, Carmen spared no expense in making sure her own home was
safeguarded. All windows and doors now had additional locks with security
screens, and she regularly checked that all drapes and blinds were drawn before
nightfall.
Although Carmen hated to admit it, the murder of Loretta gave her a weird creepy
feeling and it caused her to look behind her when she was out alone at night.
For a while after the murder, she was so frightened she would not use her car to
go out anywhere after dark and instead would call a taxi for short journeys. On
her return home Carmen always asked the driver to wait until she was safely
inside her house before he drove off.
After a few months her precautions began to slacken due to what appeared to be
the absence of any further police inquiries, which lulled her into a sense of
false security. The chilly feeling which possessed her slowly ebbed and it was
not long before she began to slide back into her old familiar lifestyle. One
evening, five months after the murder of Loretta, Carmen was preparing to go to
bed. She undressed and pulled on a robe, then gathered up her cat Puff for his
nightly stroll. She went through her usual procedure of unlocking her front door
and walking outside into the dim light with him. Moving down the path Carmen
opened her front gate and let Puff drop softly to the ground watching him skip
along the footpath playing with some imaginary playmate, before he stopped and
urinated in a garden. The night was chilly and the sky hung with low streaks of
grey cloud blanketing a half moon. A fresh southerly breeze was blowing and
Carmen shivered in her robe, calling Puff to come back. Bending down she
gathered him up in her arms and he immediately commenced to purr when he felt
the warmth of her body. From
a shrubbery near the front door of Carmen’s house, a pair of burning eyes
watched her movements with malevolent anticipation. Hugging Puff to her breast,
Carmen failed to see the dark figure dressed in a black wetsuit and carrying a
small leather surgical bag slip noiselessly through the open front door of her
home. Quickly looking around the intruder found a wardrobe in Carmen’s bedroom
with louvred slats facing out towards the lounge/kitchen area. It was a perfect
hiding place.
Carmen came back into her house, locking both her security and lounge-room front
door, then went to the refrigerator and poured a saucer of milk for Puff. The
cat purred and rubbed against her legs, meowing in eager anticipation. After
placing the saucer on the tiled floor, Carmen switched off the kitchen and
lounge-room lights. She turned on the television and a small lamp sitting on top
of it, which aimed its soft glow at an adjoining wall. Pulling her woollen robe
around herself she settled back into a large upholstered lounge chair. It was
not long before Puff joined her.
Satanic eyes watched her every movement, from behind the slatted wardrobe doors.
Carmen listlessly flicked through television channels and finally settled for a
current affairs program. When it had finished, she stood up and stretched her
arms above her head and yawning she shrugged off her gown and stood naked. Time
for bed. Switching off the television she picked up her gown and walked into the
bedroom dropping it carelessly to the floor.
There was enough light coming from the small television lamp to illuminate her
bedroom and lounge/kitchen area with a soft pleasant glow. She lay on her back
on the bed looking up into a large overhead mirror and smiling at her
reflection, admiring the triangle of thick dark hair between her legs. Carmen
caressed her breasts and stretched her legs wide apart, supporting them with her
feet up against the two lower bedposts. Moving her buttocks up and down she
began to caress herself and moaned with pleasure. Satiated, she rolled off the
bed and picking up her gown she walked over and opened the wardrobe door. She
almost fainted with fright, her heart jumped, and her body convulsed with horror
as she attempted to scream, but only a garbled sound emanated. It all happened
in a split second. A black-clad figure charged out of the wardrobe grabbing
Carmen by the throat and punching her in the stomach. The blow took her breath
and she felt herself being pushed backwards onto the bed. Desperately she
grappled with the hand around her throat squeezing her life away, wetting
herself with fright. Shock and terror enveloped her mind rendering her weak and
helpless, void of all energy, but the enormous strength squeezing her throat
prevented her from screaming for help. Barely able to breathe, she began to lose
consciousness as she vaguely felt herself being dragged and carried nude into
the kitchen. In a
semi-conscious state she was bound to a chair. Her head was pulled back, her
mouth forced open and a rubber ball was brutally pushed into her mouth almost
choking her. Adhesive tape was wound around her head and mouth securing the
ball, effectively silencing any attempt to cry for help. She
regained full consciousness by the aid of smelling salts held beneath her nose.
She was naked, completely immobile and unable to move. It was then she was able
see her assailant. Groaning inwardly she saw smiling lips beneath the balaclava
and it was that smile which frightened her like nothing had ever done before.
The eyes were cruel merciless pools of fire and hatred burned from them.
‘Awake now, are we?’ the voice purred. ‘We’re going to have such fun together
over the next few hours. We’re going to fuck and do all sorts of indescribable
things in that wonderful bed of yours. A ceiling mirror, eh? That’s a novelty
I’ve never experienced before and we can watch everything that’s happening
between us. But first let’s have a bit of fun right here in the kitchen.’ Her
assailant moved behind her and Carmen felt fingers covered in white surgical
gloves begin to caress both her nipples. Try as she might she could not help but
begin to breath heavily behind her gagged mouth when sensual tremors began to
creep down her spine into her groin.
‘Like that, do we?’ cooed her assailant. ‘I promise I’ll do better than this
when we get on your bed. We’ll have indescribable, exquisite pleasure and I’m
going to fuck you like you’re never been fucked before in your life. Believe me,
I won’t disappoint you and that’s one thing I’m certain of. But first let’s
start our evening’s entertainment with your beautiful cat —isn’t he lovely?’ The
intruder picked up Puff who purred and rubbed against these strange
surgical-gloved hands. Quickly, the cat was placed into the microwave oven and
its door closed. The intruder smiled at Carmen whose heart was racing, almost
jumping from her chest with the evil smile terrifying her beyond description. ‘I
wonder how long it would take to cook a cat alive in a microwave oven, have you
ever thought of that? I think I’ll try fifteen minutes for a start and see how
that goes,’ her assailant whispered in her ear.
Carmen shuddered and screamed out in an undecipherable guttural cry, ‘No,
please!’
The tears began to flow from her eyes and
the scream she emitted from behind her gag was indistinguishable. The gag and
rubber ball choked off her cry of anguish as she bucked in the chair, bouncing
on the tiled floor almost tipping over, only to be caught and held firmly by her
tormentor. The
loud howling and mewing calls from her loveable Puff turned into panic stricken
wails of terror, easily audible to Carmen’s ears. She had never heard her cat
call out so loudly before. Her assailant giggled and laughed while pressing the
high cook timer on the microwave oven to fifteen minutes. The microwave oven
turntable began to whirr and turn, as heat began to eat into her terrified cat.
The cat became frantic with the unbearable pain, causing it to howl and scratch
frantically at the oven door in a vain attempt to escape. It gyrated, arched its
back, twisted and turned, howling loudly with intermittent screams of sheer
terror. The howls made Carmen faint, but quick as lightning, her assailant held
smelling salts beneath her nostrils bringing her back to consciousness again. ‘No,
don’t pass out on me,’ hissed her assailant. ‘Let’s watch the end together.’
Suddenly it was all over and there was no more bucking and writhing from
Carmen’s cat. After a few nervous twitches Puff was dead, but still the
microwave turntable kept rotating, and unmistakable sounds of popping could be
heard with the heat beginning to blow Puff’s leg joints. The cat’s intestines
were being shrivelled into minute pieces and the smell of her cooking cat began
to pervade Carmen’s nostrils. Uncontrollable grief-stricken tears poured from
her eyes with the fifteen minutes she was forced to endure seeming interminable.
‘That’ll do for now, we don’t want your cat to catch alight, do we? We’d have a
fire to put out and that just wouldn’t do, it’d interfere with all the fun we’re
going to have in your bedroom.’
Carmen was easily picked up, still tied to the chair, and carried into her
bedroom. She was positioned on the bed with her chair laid back and Carmen was
looking up at herself in her bed’s ceiling mirror. With
agonising slowness Carmen’s legs were tied up at a forty-five degree angle to
the end vertical posts. Her shapely legs were stretched wide apart with the
weight of her body cutting into sash cords around her ankles. Her legs were tied
so high her buttocks were raised a few inches from the bed mattress. Her arms
were freed from the chair, one by one, and tied by her wrists to the head bed
columns. The chair was taken from beneath her and Carmen was spreadeagled on the
bed. Her assailant pushed a pillow beneath Carmen’s buttocks, supporting her and
grinned when she tried to plead for mercy from behind the gag. Again her sounds
were indistinguishable with narrow adhesive tape tied tightly across the bridge
of her nose, holding her head down securely, with each end of the tape tied
either side of her huge bed.
Carmen was trussed effectively; she could not lift her head and could only look
at herself in the ceiling mirror. Again she silently wept, remembering what this
sadistic monster had done to Puff, and was now gripped with uncontrollable
terror. ‘Now
it’s our turn to have some fun. Unfortunately I have to punish you for the
sluttish way you’ve been behaving of late. Look what I’ve got for you.’
Carmen eyes turn sideways and she saw her assailant take a wire the thickness of
a coat hanger from a black leather surgical bag. Dangling it in front of her,
slowly swinging it backwards and forwards like a pendulum. Mesmerised, Carmen’s
terrified eyes following the wire saw the bottom of the wire was bent into the
shape of an S.
Pointing to the ‘S’ her assailant said, ‘S is for slut, my dear. I’m going to
heat this up over your gas stove until it’s red hot and then I’m going to brand
you on a very soft sensitive part of your body.’ The laugh was evil and sadistic. ‘But that won’t be all
that’ll happen to you and I do hope you’ll enjoy what I’ve in store for you.
Believe me, my darling, this is only the beginning of a beautiful night, which
I’ve been planning for weeks.’ The
smiling assailant walked into Carmen’s kitchen and she heard a spark gun
clicking, igniting her gas stove. A few minutes later her tormentor returned
humming a tune. The S was sparkling, glowing white-hot and Carmen recoiled
inwardly with horror. Knowing that her torturer meant every word about branding
her, she struggled fiercely but the sash cords held firm, cutting into her
ankles and wrists.
‘Where shall we put it first?’ cooed her tormentor.
Carmen was crying, unable to call out or speak, almost choking on saliva
dribbling back into her throat with the rubber ball, effectively jammed into her
mouth.
‘We’ll start here.’ Her attacker pressed the glittering white-hot wire on
Carmen’s inner thigh near her vagina and Carmen passed out with the excruciating
pain. Suddenly, she was conscious again with smelling salts held beneath her
nose and her torturer chuckled sadistically.
‘Isn’t it fun to share in all this? I think we’ll do some more branding and
after that I think I’ll fuck you for a while, or whatever! We’ll play it by ear
and let everything happen in its right sequence. There’s such a lot we’re going
to do and wouldn’t you agree this is the right way to go about things? Of course
you would.’
Carmen groaned and writhed against her bondage, the pain from the burn to her
inner thigh indescribable. Smiling evilly, her assailant walked into the kitchen
and again Carmen heard the spark gun ignite gas and her black clad tormentor
returned with the white-hot wire, pressing it firmly on her other inner thigh
and holding it there. Carmen bucked and squirmed, letting out a guttural scream
behind her gagged mouth with the burning electrifying pain, fainting once more.
Semi-consciousness, she emerged once more into the world of reality with the
smell of burning flesh pervading her nostrils and her assailant laughing aloud
while holding the smelling salts under Carmen’s nose. ‘Ah,
my lovely, isn’t it all so beautiful? Such thrilling, titillating sensuality
that made me almost swoon. Oh, what a voluptuous, undisturbed time we’re going
to have tonight.’ Click on the cart below to purchase this book:
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