Bitchin'

You should try to enjoy what you do to her. She deserves what she is getting.

This was the piece of advice Pete had given me. I wasn't sure if I could follow it.

I told you I'm a tough girl, remember? My family was really fucked up and I grew up with many sick people around me, but I somehow always pulled through. I do what I have to. I survive. I get along.

This, I decided as I stepped to the trunk of the car, wasn't much different. Maybe I was making the biggest mistake in my life, but how could things get worse? Pete had had my number and knew my name. Pete had witnessed what I had done and had not called the cops. That wasn't how normal people reacted when they saw someone put another person in their trunk, so maybe his promise about the ten thousand dollars was true as well. Whatever would happen to me later, maybe I could at least earn some money to support Thomas and his family.

I opened the trunk. Hannah had been moving inside for the last minutes, kicking and beating against it from the inside. Now, with a shrill scream, she jumped right out of it.

Or at least tried to. I grabbed the slippery bitch and pushed her right back in. She didn't have the right kind of leverage to put up a real fight from her position, half sitting and half lying in the narrow trunk. Also, I was some pounds heavier and quite a bit stronger than her.

"Are you fucking insane? Get your hands off me and let me out of thisAAAAGGGHHHHHHH!"

I had just tasered her another time, blue sparks shooting right into her shoulder, the electricity rocking her body. Still she thrust a hand at me, and wide-eyed tried to push me away. For such a small woman she had an amazing constitution.

I took the taser away and rolled her on her back. She twitched and then she began to struggle, but just weakly.

"Fff...fuck...." She couldn't say much, her breathing was pretty fast because she was fighting for air. I grabbed her arms, put them on her back and immediately began taping her hands. The duct tape was of the thick and silvery kind and looked a bit like iron around her thin wrists as I rolled several layers around them.

*Don't forget 'cinching' between her wrists*, Pete had told me on the phone. *Act quickly, but not hasty. Make sure she can't give you any troubles while you're transporting her. Tying up a flexible young woman is something that must be done right, or else she'll find a way to free herself eventually. And you really can't afford to take that risk.*

So I cinched, leading the tape through between her wrists twice, then again rolling it around them. Gehringer moaned and threw her head up. She sounded angry and pretty shocked.

"What the fuck are you doing you fucking cunt?? Leave me out of this fucking... GGGHHHHHHHGGGCK!"

I had tasered her again, without much thinking about it. Part of me felt bad, but different part of me began to enjoy this indeed. I pushed all bad conscience to the darkest corners of my mind, then grabbed her feet, pulled the shoes and ankle socks off her feet and taped her ankles. I then pulled them up towards her hands, bending her legs in the process, until Hannahs' heels rested on her small ass. A seam at the side of her black dress tore and I could see that she was wearing a black lace thong, her pussy lips slightly swallowing the fabric. I momentarily enjoyed the knowledge that it might pinch her cunt a little and that she had no means to pull it out and into a more comfortable position right now. And if that sounds insane under the given circumstances then yeah, you've figured out exactly how I felt.

I taped her hands to her ankles and used so many layers of tape to restrain her that finally there was a thick shining knob of tape essentially covering and engulfing her hands and wrists and twitching fingers. Her small muscles shone beneath the tanned skin of her arms as she struggled against the uncomfortable hogtie.

"Don't.... don't... shock me again...!", said Hannah. She still sounded at least as pissed as she was scared. By now she seemed to realize that things were not going according to her plans anymore. "What the fuck do you want from me, you fucking punk whore?"

"I want you to open your mouth", I said. My voice was shaking, but just a little.

Hannah instantly shook her head. "Fuck you! You don't know who you are dealing with, you fucking bitch! My lawyers are going to eat you alive. Everyone is going to know what kind of a fucking sicko you are,  everyone!"

Again I flicked the taser on and held it right to her cheek, so close that she could feel the electricity even though the contacts did not connect to her skin. She screamed under her breath and her frantic struggles intensified. It was a good test for her hogtie: Despite all her efforts she couldn't free her hands or get any more leeway. It seemed I had done my work all right.

"Maybe tomorrow your lawyers are going to eat me alive", I told her. "Tonight you can either open your fucking mouth or I'll shock your ass until you piss blue sparks." I made a short pause in order to allow my words to sink in, then added: "And then, after I've tasered you shitless, I can still gag you. So do you want it the hard way or the harder way?"

She opened her mouth. I could see in her face how much self-control that took, and in her blue, pretty dolls eyes was murder.

I stuffed her own socks into her mouth, and then pulled the tape between her lips. That was, as well, something that Pete had told me: *When you gag her, do it properly, don't do it like they tape peoples' mouths on TV, because it doesn't work that way. You have to be thorough.*

She might have hoped that I would gag her that way you so often see on TV, so that she'd be able to free herself from the gag once I wasn't looking anymore. Her eyes widened when she realized how tightly I was going to gag her, rolling the tape around her whole head several times, pulling it extremely tight, forcing her cheeks to bulge and the socks being pressed very deep into her mouth. She tried to protest but couldn't make much noise anymore. Her nostrils flared and she recommenced struggling.

"It's fine, I'm not going to kill you", I told Gehringer when I was done with gagging her. She didn't seem to appreciate that. In fact her moaning got louder as I also put a layer of tape over her pretty blue eyes.

"gmmmmmmmhhgghh....!!!" Her protest was useless. But she didn't seem to be the kind of girl who reacts very rational when things get out of control.

Meanwhile and to my surprise I realized that the opposite seemed to be true in my case.

I hesitated. Then I reached between her legs and pulled that thong a little further into her slit. It was the weirdest, most inadequate way I could think of to annoy her, after I had already tortured her with a taser and tied her up most cruelly. I grinned as she squeaked. And to my shock I realized that I was enjoying this to a not so small extent.

What the fuck was going on with me?