I suppose you could call me a professional bastard. I wasn’t always. I guess that I just sort of fell into the role by accident. I was a professional Dom. I had been around the scene for a few years when an opportunity came to turn pro. I wasn’t really too thrilled with the idea at first but after a few sessions I started to enjoy it. Perhaps I enjoyed it just a bit too much.
“I’m terribly sorry about that. I just had to get to the end of the page. I’ve been waiting for this book to come out for almost two years and I am having a difficult time putting it down.”
She extended her hand.
“I take it that you’re Max.”
‘Yes, I’m Max. And you must be Sophie. What can I do for you?”
“Well... I’m a psychiatrist. I do counseling for the city department of social services. A lot of my clients are rape victims. And while I can sympathize with them, I can’t empathize with them. I have no idea what it’s like to be raped. I thought if I was raped, I would be able to relate to them better and be better able to help them.”
“And that’s where I come in? You want me to rape you?”
“Yes, that’s exactly what I want. I want you to kidnap me, beat me, and rape me.”
“Ok, first off there is absolutely no sex involved in my sessions. Second, you couldn’t exactly call it rape if you paid someone to do it could you?”
“It’s not really the actual sex act that I’m after. You could use a dildo to simulate the sex.”
“I suppose I could take it that far but it will be expensive. There are a lot of things that could go wrong.”
“I didn’t expect it would be cheap. I’ll pay you a thousand dollars.”
That was actually almost twice what I would have charged her but if she wanted to put out that kind of money then I wasn’t going to quibble about the price.
“Ok then I think we can arrange it.”
“Great, when do you want to set this up?” she asked.
“Oh no, there won’t be anything ‘set up’. If I’m going to do this then it will be on my terms. You won’t know when it’s going to happen. It’s already going to lose a lot of effect because you know it’s going to happen. If you know when I’m coming for you then it will be pretty much useless for what you want.”
“Yeah, I can see your point.”
“Plus, I’m going to make this as realistic as I possibly can. It’s going to be rough and it’s going to be scary. I can promise you that it’s going to hurt and there will not be any safewords you can use to get out of it. And I expect you to put up as much of a fight as you would if this was happening for real. If I feel like you’re holding back it will definitely not go well for you.”
“That’s fine. I really want to know what it’s like for these women and short of it actually happening to me, this is the best I can think of.”
“You’re not a cop or a member of any other law enforcement agency are you?”
“No, I can assure you of that.”
“Good, I always ask that just to eliminate the possibility of entrapment. Due to the nature of this session I’ll draw up a waiver for you to sign. I just want to make sure that my ass is covered if anything should go squirrelly.”
“That’s ok. You can just drop them off at my office.”
“No, we’ll meet here again. I don’t want there to be anyone around your work who could identify me. Lastly, you can tell absolutely no one about this.”
“How ever you want to do this is fine by me.”
“Good, I’ll need you to write down your full name, address, phone number, and the make, model, color, and tag number of your car. I’ll draw up the papers and be in touch.”
“Thank you Max. This is really important to me.”
I went back home and typed out the waiver agreement. I tried to think of every possible thing that could go wrong to make sure that there was no way my ass would be sued or end up going to jail.
We met back at the coffee shop the next day. She signed the papers and I told her she probably wouldn’t hear from me for a while. She agreed and we parted company. I got half the money up front and would receive the remainder upon completion of the job.
It was two months before I even started the planning. I wanted to allow plenty of time for her to wonder about it. Also I wanted to wait until it would be almost dark when she got out of work. I went about this as if it were the real thing. By the end of the third month I had it all planned out and was ready to go.
In two more weeks I would throw the plans into action.
I’ll have to admit I was nervous as fuck about the whole thing as I pulled my car into the parking deck of her office complex. This was the most elaborate session I had ever booked. She wanted to be taught a lesson and I was going to make sure she learned it. Why would someone want to put anyone through the hell of rape? I couldn’t imagine what sort of things would be going through the head of anyone sick enough to actually rape another human being. I hated the whole thing now, but it was another payday.
I had borrowed a friend’s car and staked out Sophie’s office for the last week. It was an older parking deck and there were no security cameras. She always left work alone. She really should be more careful. She left anywhere between five-thirty and six-fifteen. I wouldn’t have long to wait. I found her car and hid behind one of the concrete support columns. Lucky for me, it was right next to her driver’s side door. There was no way she could see me coming. I had duct tape, and a couple of pieces of rope inside a black pillowcase. I heard the elevator door open and peeked around the column to see if it was Sophie. It was.
My heart was pounding as the clicking of her stiletto heels grew closer. I took a deep breath and took out my knife. I hadn’t expected to be quite this nervous. She leaned over to open her car door. I lurched forward and grabbed her. I clamped one hand over her mouth while I held the knife blade to her throat with the other. I dragged her back behind the column, out of sight.
“Don’t turn around. Don’t move. Don’t even breathe,” I whispered in her ear. “If you make a sound I will cut your throat.”
I pressed the blade harder into her skin. I had taken a file and ground off the sharp edge of the blade so there was really no way it could cut her. But she didn’t know that.
“Do you understand me?”
Sophie was trembling as she nodded her head.
“I’m going to take my hand away. If you cry out for help, I will kill you.”
I eased my hand away from her mouth. I grabbed the duct tape with my free hand. Holding it in front of her face, I used the point of the knife blade to pry up the end of the tape. I zipped a couple or strips across her mouth. Tears streamed down her face as I slipped the pillowcase over her head. I twisted her arms up behind her and bound her wrists with a section of the rope. I quickly tied her ankles together and draped her body over my shoulder. I nervously glanced around to make sure there were no witnesses and then carried her to my car. I threw her across the back seat and covered her with a blanket. I wanted her out of site of any wandering eyes. I slowly pulled out of the parking deck and made my way back home.
I pulled around to the back of my house and parked the car beside the door.
“End of the line for you,” I growled at the motionless body in my back seat.
I carried her inside and laid her at the foot of my large St. Andrews cross. I could hear her still crying underneath the pillowcase. There were two large wet spots where her tears had collected and soaked the cloth. I left her lying on the floor for a good fifteen minutes before I approached her. I placed a pair of leather bondage cuffs on her wrists, stood her up, and secured her wrists to the eyebolts at the top of the cross.
“I wouldn’t move right now if I was you.”
I grabbed a sharp knife and cut through the back of her blouse and bra strap. I slipped my hands underneath her ripped shirt and squeezed her large ripe breasts.
“This is going to be sweet as pie.”
I pressed my cock against her skirt-covered ass and thrust my hips up into her. She responded with deep sobs and stifled screams. Her body trembled as she struggled with the restraints.
I put my hand underneath the pillowcase, grabbed a handful of her thick black hair, and yanked her head backward violently. Sophie screamed loudly when I yanked the tape off of her mouth. Her lips turned blood red and began to swell. I shoved a ball gag into her mouth and strapped it tight. Again her cries fell quiet. I slid down her skirt and panties. I grabbed a scourge from a rack of toys on the wall and brought it down hard across her ass. Her body jerked from the pain. Again I brought the scourge down across her ass. She shuddered and her muffled sobs grew louder.
“Shut up you worthless cunt! Crying won’t help you now Bitch.”
Thin red lines began to rise across her backside. I brought my arm back again and this time the scourge found its mark down the left side of her back. Her body writhed and contorted wildly. A couple of drops of blood began to well up and trickle down the welts left by the scourge. Once more I struck her, this time on the right side of her back.
I strapped ankle restraints on her and latched a spreader bar between them. I unlatched her from the cross and bent her over the edge of a spanking bench. I secured her wrists to the bottom of the bench. She could not move no matter how much she struggled. I ran my hands over her bare ass. It was hot to the touch from the lashes I had given her earlier. I shoved one of my fingers inside her pussy.
“Damn, you are dry as the desert. Let’s see if a bit of spanking will moisten you up a little.”
I removed a riding crop from the rack on the wall and flailed her tender bottom mercilessly. I walked around to where her face was pressed down into the bench and grabbed a handful of her hair. I could feel searing waves of terror rippling off her body. I yanked her head back and looked deeply into her eyes. They were two gray-blue pools of fear and pain. I caught a glint of my own reflection in her swollen eyes. I saw my own eyes wild with spite and malice. The sight of me standing over her beaten body sickened me. It was too late to stop. This was what she was paying for. I only hoped that the bitter cost of the knowledge she gained was worth it to her. A few trickles of blood wound their way down between her legs. I slipped on a pair of latex gloves and smeared the blood into her thirsty hole.
“Now, that’s better. Anything you would like to say before I get to this?”
I loosened the straps of the gag and removed it. A torrent of pent up cries poured out of her mouth.
“Please don’t do this to me! Why are you doing this to me? I haven’t done anything to you. Why would you do this to me?”
“Because I can,” I whispered coldly. “Begging will change nothing. I know you want it. All you women are alike. This is for every woman who has ever treated me like shit.”
I picked up the huge dildo from the table beside the bench where she was tied and rammed it home. I worked it in and out furiously as she struggled against the restraints. The next five minutes were the longest of my life. I know they had to have been pure hell for Sophie. I removed the dildo from her tortured pussy and walked away.
I left her tied to the bench for ten minutes before I returned to free her. I unlatched the spreader bar from her ankles and unclipped her wrists from the bench. I threw an old blanket around her and carried her back out to my car. I laid her in the back seat and drove her back to her office. She cried the entire way. I pulled my car along side hers in the now empty parking deck. I opened the back door and dragged her out. I left her curled up on the concrete floor. I halfway hoped that I would never hear from her again. The remainder of the money was insignificant to me now.
Two weeks later I received an email from Sophie. She wanted to meet at the coffee shop to settle her account. I walked in to find her sitting alone in the back corner again. I sat down at her table but could not bring myself to look her in the eyes.
“I just want you to know that I am truly sorry for what I did to you. I didn’t think it would affect me the way that it did. I’ve been to a cold, inhuman place in my head that I didn’t know existed. I have looked inside myself and seen a part of me that I despise. There are just some experiences that are not worth any amount of money. I can’t even begin to imagine what it must have been like for you. Again, I am sorry.”
“It’s ok Max. You did exactly what I asked you to do. I knew it was coming. I was expecting it. I bought and paid for it. But there is nothing that could have prepared me for the reality of it. Now that I know what the other women have been through, I hope it will make me better able to treat my patients.”
She reached for her purse. Before she could pick it up I pulled an envelope from my jacket pocket and dropped it on the table in front of her.
“Here is the five hundred dollars you gave me before. I suppose I earned every penny of it but I can’t keep it. Let’s just say that I learned from the experience as well. I’ve found my conscience again. To me, that is worth far more than the price we agreed on.”
I stood up and walked away. I was halfway to the door when I heard her call out.
“Max, if you ever need to talk, you know where to find me.”
“I’m terribly sorry about that. I just had to get to the end of the page. I’ve been waiting for this book to come out for almost two years and I am having a difficult time putting it down.”
She extended her hand.
“I take it that you’re Max.”
‘Yes, I’m Max. And you must be Sophie. What can I do for you?”
“Well... I’m a psychiatrist. I do counseling for the city department of social services. A lot of my clients are rape victims. And while I can sympathize with them, I can’t empathize with them. I have no idea what it’s like to be raped. I thought if I was raped, I would be able to relate to them better and be better able to help them.”
“And that’s where I come in? You want me to rape you?”
“Yes, that’s exactly what I want. I want you to kidnap me, beat me, and rape me.”
“Ok, first off there is absolutely no sex involved in my sessions. Second, you couldn’t exactly call it rape if you paid someone to do it could you?”
“It’s not really the actual sex act that I’m after. You could use a dildo to simulate the sex.”
“I suppose I could take it that far but it will be expensive. There are a lot of things that could go wrong.”
“I didn’t expect it would be cheap. I’ll pay you a thousand dollars.”
That was actually almost twice what I would have charged her but if she wanted to put out that kind of money then I wasn’t going to quibble about the price.
“Ok then I think we can arrange it.”
“Great, when do you want to set this up?” she asked.
“Oh no, there won’t be anything ‘set up’. If I’m going to do this then it will be on my terms. You won’t know when it’s going to happen. It’s already going to lose a lot of effect because you know it’s going to happen. If you know when I’m coming for you then it will be pretty much useless for what you want.”
“Yeah, I can see your point.”
“Plus, I’m going to make this as realistic as I possibly can. It’s going to be rough and it’s going to be scary. I can promise you that it’s going to hurt and there will not be any safewords you can use to get out of it. And I expect you to put up as much of a fight as you would if this was happening for real. If I feel like you’re holding back it will definitely not go well for you.”
“That’s fine. I really want to know what it’s like for these women and short of it actually happening to me, this is the best I can think of.”
“You’re not a cop or a member of any other law enforcement agency are you?”
“No, I can assure you of that.”
“Good, I always ask that just to eliminate the possibility of entrapment. Due to the nature of this session I’ll draw up a waiver for you to sign. I just want to make sure that my ass is covered if anything should go squirrelly.”
“That’s ok. You can just drop them off at my office.”
“No, we’ll meet here again. I don’t want there to be anyone around your work who could identify me. Lastly, you can tell absolutely no one about this.”
“How ever you want to do this is fine by me.”
“Good, I’ll need you to write down your full name, address, phone number, and the make, model, color, and tag number of your car. I’ll draw up the papers and be in touch.”
“Thank you Max. This is really important to me.”
I went back home and typed out the waiver agreement. I tried to think of every possible thing that could go wrong to make sure that there was no way my ass would be sued or end up going to jail.
We met back at the coffee shop the next day. She signed the papers and I told her she probably wouldn’t hear from me for a while. She agreed and we parted company. I got half the money up front and would receive the remainder upon completion of the job.
It was two months before I even started the planning. I wanted to allow plenty of time for her to wonder about it. Also I wanted to wait until it would be almost dark when she got out of work. I went about this as if it were the real thing. By the end of the third month I had it all planned out and was ready to go.
In two more weeks I would throw the plans into action.
I’ll have to admit I was nervous as fuck about the whole thing as I pulled my car into the parking deck of her office complex. This was the most elaborate session I had ever booked. She wanted to be taught a lesson and I was going to make sure she learned it. Why would someone want to put anyone through the hell of rape? I couldn’t imagine what sort of things would be going through the head of anyone sick enough to actually rape another human being. I hated the whole thing now, but it was another payday.
I had borrowed a friend’s car and staked out Sophie’s office for the last week. It was an older parking deck and there were no security cameras. She always left work alone. She really should be more careful. She left anywhere between five-thirty and six-fifteen. I wouldn’t have long to wait. I found her car and hid behind one of the concrete support columns. Lucky for me, it was right next to her driver’s side door. There was no way she could see me coming. I had duct tape, and a couple of pieces of rope inside a black pillowcase. I heard the elevator door open and peeked around the column to see if it was Sophie. It was.
My heart was pounding as the clicking of her stiletto heels grew closer. I took a deep breath and took out my knife. I hadn’t expected to be quite this nervous. She leaned over to open her car door. I lurched forward and grabbed her. I clamped one hand over her mouth while I held the knife blade to her throat with the other. I dragged her back behind the column, out of sight.
“Don’t turn around. Don’t move. Don’t even breathe,” I whispered in her ear. “If you make a sound I will cut your throat.”
I pressed the blade harder into her skin. I had taken a file and ground off the sharp edge of the blade so there was really no way it could cut her. But she didn’t know that.
“Do you understand me?”
Sophie was trembling as she nodded her head.
“I’m going to take my hand away. If you cry out for help, I will kill you.”
I eased my hand away from her mouth. I grabbed the duct tape with my free hand. Holding it in front of her face, I used the point of the knife blade to pry up the end of the tape. I zipped a couple or strips across her mouth. Tears streamed down her face as I slipped the pillowcase over her head. I twisted her arms up behind her and bound her wrists with a section of the rope. I quickly tied her ankles together and draped her body over my shoulder. I nervously glanced around to make sure there were no witnesses and then carried her to my car. I threw her across the back seat and covered her with a blanket. I wanted her out of site of any wandering eyes. I slowly pulled out of the parking deck and made my way back home.
I pulled around to the back of my house and parked the car beside the door.
“End of the line for you,” I growled at the motionless body in my back seat.
I carried her inside and laid her at the foot of my large St. Andrews cross. I could hear her still crying underneath the pillowcase. There were two large wet spots where her tears had collected and soaked the cloth. I left her lying on the floor for a good fifteen minutes before I approached her. I placed a pair of leather bondage cuffs on her wrists, stood her up, and secured her wrists to the eyebolts at the top of the cross.
“I wouldn’t move right now if I was you.”
I grabbed a sharp knife and cut through the back of her blouse and bra strap. I slipped my hands underneath her ripped shirt and squeezed her large ripe breasts.
“This is going to be sweet as pie.”
I pressed my cock against her skirt-covered ass and thrust my hips up into her. She responded with deep sobs and stifled screams. Her body trembled as she struggled with the restraints.
I put my hand underneath the pillowcase, grabbed a handful of her thick black hair, and yanked her head backward violently. Sophie screamed loudly when I yanked the tape off of her mouth. Her lips turned blood red and began to swell. I shoved a ball gag into her mouth and strapped it tight. Again her cries fell quiet. I slid down her skirt and panties. I grabbed a scourge from a rack of toys on the wall and brought it down hard across her ass. Her body jerked from the pain. Again I brought the scourge down across her ass. She shuddered and her muffled sobs grew louder.
“Shut up you worthless cunt! Crying won’t help you now Bitch.”
Thin red lines began to rise across her backside. I brought my arm back again and this time the scourge found its mark down the left side of her back. Her body writhed and contorted wildly. A couple of drops of blood began to well up and trickle down the welts left by the scourge. Once more I struck her, this time on the right side of her back.
I strapped ankle restraints on her and latched a spreader bar between them. I unlatched her from the cross and bent her over the edge of a spanking bench. I secured her wrists to the bottom of the bench. She could not move no matter how much she struggled. I ran my hands over her bare ass. It was hot to the touch from the lashes I had given her earlier. I shoved one of my fingers inside her pussy.
“Damn, you are dry as the desert. Let’s see if a bit of spanking will moisten you up a little.”
I removed a riding crop from the rack on the wall and flailed her tender bottom mercilessly. I walked around to where her face was pressed down into the bench and grabbed a handful of her hair. I could feel searing waves of terror rippling off her body. I yanked her head back and looked deeply into her eyes. They were two gray-blue pools of fear and pain. I caught a glint of my own reflection in her swollen eyes. I saw my own eyes wild with spite and malice. The sight of me standing over her beaten body sickened me. It was too late to stop. This was what she was paying for. I only hoped that the bitter cost of the knowledge she gained was worth it to her. A few trickles of blood wound their way down between her legs. I slipped on a pair of latex gloves and smeared the blood into her thirsty hole.
“Now, that’s better. Anything you would like to say before I get to this?”
I loosened the straps of the gag and removed it. A torrent of pent up cries poured out of her mouth.
“Please don’t do this to me! Why are you doing this to me? I haven’t done anything to you. Why would you do this to me?”
“Because I can,” I whispered coldly. “Begging will change nothing. I know you want it. All you women are alike. This is for every woman who has ever treated me like shit.”
I picked up the huge dildo from the table beside the bench where she was tied and rammed it home. I worked it in and out furiously as she struggled against the restraints. The next five minutes were the longest of my life. I know they had to have been pure hell for Sophie. I removed the dildo from her tortured pussy and walked away.
I left her tied to the bench for ten minutes before I returned to free her. I unlatched the spreader bar from her ankles and unclipped her wrists from the bench. I threw an old blanket around her and carried her back out to my car. I laid her in the back seat and drove her back to her office. She cried the entire way. I pulled my car along side hers in the now empty parking deck. I opened the back door and dragged her out. I left her curled up on the concrete floor. I halfway hoped that I would never hear from her again. The remainder of the money was insignificant to me now.
Two weeks later I received an email from Sophie. She wanted to meet at the coffee shop to settle her account. I walked in to find her sitting alone in the back corner again. I sat down at her table but could not bring myself to look her in the eyes.
“I just want you to know that I am truly sorry for what I did to you. I didn’t think it would affect me the way that it did. I’ve been to a cold, inhuman place in my head that I didn’t know existed. I have looked inside myself and seen a part of me that I despise. There are just some experiences that are not worth any amount of money. I can’t even begin to imagine what it must have been like for you. Again, I am sorry.”
“It’s ok Max. You did exactly what I asked you to do. I knew it was coming. I was expecting it. I bought and paid for it. But there is nothing that could have prepared me for the reality of it. Now that I know what the other women have been through, I hope it will make me better able to treat my patients.”
She reached for her purse. Before she could pick it up I pulled an envelope from my jacket pocket and dropped it on the table in front of her.
“Here is the five hundred dollars you gave me before. I suppose I earned every penny of it but I can’t keep it. Let’s just say that I learned from the experience as well. I’ve found my conscience again. To me, that is worth far more than the price we agreed on.”
I stood up and walked away. I was halfway to the door when I heard her call out.
“Max, if you ever need to talk, you know where to find me.”
