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Curiousity killed the Cat.... It was late February when the trial finally started. The defendent was accused of unspeakable acts. The remains of 3 prostitutes had been found in his basement. All of them had been ually and had vicious bite marks all over their bodies. The entire city was preoccupied with the trial. Most people had little doubt he was guilty given the evidence presented. The first witness was a psychologist who testified that there was no way the defendant could be rehabilitated and that he posed a serious threat. The defense attorney began to question the warrant that was used to check his house. What seemed like nothing quickly became an issue. The warrant had a typo on it and the house number was in fact incorrect. The judge had no choice but to throw the only evidence they had to convict him. As a result the defendant was set free. The city lived in fear of the man who had been set free. People found where he lived and harrassed him constantly. Sara had followed the trial and the fact that he was so dangerous appealed to her a great deal. Sara saw this as a a perfect chance for her to put herself in real danger. She decided to up his address. It was on the other side of the city. Sara got in her car and drove by his house. She was trembling as she drove. The house was run down. A few windows had been broken and boarded up and shingles were loose. She kept thinking to herself, "He is inside there." Each that week Sara drove past the house slowing down as she past it. She felt in danger just by being near it...and she loved it. The following week Sara decided to take her risk taking a step further. She wanted to walk past the house. Early March was still cold but Sara wanted to make herself as sexy as possible given the weather. She put on a tight red sweater that showed off her 34D chest along with a short skin tight black skirt. She added a pair of nude colored pantyhose and ankle length black boots with 4-inch heels. Sara could barely drive she was so scared and excited. She parked a block away and walked past the house. She was a little disappointed that nothing happened but then again what did she expect? Sara continued her sexy cat and mouse game for the next few days but each day the same result...nothing. Sara decided she would tempt fate a bit further. She took some pictures of herself in lingerie and mailed them to his house. The thought of him with pictures of her made Sara so terrified yet so very excited. She kept up the game of walking past the house each day and as the spring weather became warmer Sara began to show more and more of herself. Sweaters became half tops, jeans became skirts and boots became strappy heeled sandals (always paired with flesh toned nylons) yet the result was the same...nothing....or so Sara thought.... Sara continued to walk past the house each . She began to think he was not even inside until one Sara saw a basement window shade move slightly. Was he inside? Was he watching her? Little did Sara realize she had become the object of his obsession. He had in fact noticed her walk past shortly after she started and looked for her each . He had received the pictures she sent and had them taped to the walls of the basement. Sara continued her sexual cat and mouse game even after she knew he was watching her. She was stricken with fear every time she walked past the house but at the same time it made her wet. He tried to downplay his evil thoughts but whenever he saw Sara it was impossible. Every when he saw her walk past or stared her pictures on the wall he would touch himself thinking of what he wanted to do to her. He waited eagerly to see what Sara would wear each . He grew especially excited whenever Sara wore a short skirt (with flesh toned nylons) or showed her bare midriff or bare shoulders but it was her heels and sexy feet that drove him to his unhealthy obsession with her. He had plans for Sara..... He had become completely obsessed with Sara. Each he would wait for her to walk by so he could touch himself and run through in his mind the sadistic things he wanted to do to her. One while walking past Sara noticed the basement curtain was open. She knew he was watching her. The next Sara noticed the front door had been cracked and left open. Would she dare to go inside? Sara had become so preoccupied with taking risks that she was not thinking clearly. She went home that night and decided she would take the ultimate risk and go inside the house tomorrow. The next morning Sara went to the mall to pick something special to wear. She found a tight black half top and tight black mini skirt, her best nude colored pantyhose and a pair of 4-inch black strappy sandals. She went home to get dressed. Sara put on some extra makeup and painted her finger and toenails a slutty dark pink. When she finished she looked herself in the mirror from head to toe. She was trembling from both the fear and excitement of what she was about to do......Around 5:00 Sara got in her car and drove to a block away from the house. She got out of the car and started walking. The sun was just about down and dusk was setting in. She got scared as she turned the corner and saw the house. As she got closer she noticed the door wa sagain cracked open. The wooden steps up to the house creaked as her 4-inch heels touched them. She was trembling as she pushed the door open and slowly walked inside. The house was filthy and it smelled horrible. Sara looked around and saw a steep flight of stairs going down to what appeared to be the basement. She started walking down carefully in her heels. When she finally got to the bottom she was overcome with more fear than she had ever felt before. Sara saw pictures of herself everywhere along with lots of close ups of her feet. He had been stalking her for months and now she was inside his house. The excitement she felt from the danger had now turned to outright terror. Sara stumbled quickly to get up the stairs and run for the exit. When she got to the door it had been locked with a key from the inside. She pulled on it with no luck. Panic set in as she ran to look for another way out of the house. Before she could realize what had happened she was grabbed from behind and a cloth put over her mouth. Sara struggled for a minute and then blacked out...... Sara was in a fog when she woke up. Everything was blurry. She could feel something cold on her wrists and ankles. She had been chained to a bed spread eagle. She started to struggle for a minute and then realized it was useless. This was way more than she had bargained for. The door opened slowly and he waked towards her. Sara was trembling with fear. "Well, well, well," he said, "Look what wandered into my house." "I'm sorry," Sara said, "Oh God please let me go, please." "Oh no," he said as he sat down and started caressing her cheek, "Remember these?" He took out the pictures of Sara that she had mailed to him. Sara started sobbing. "I noticed you from t he first you walked past my house," he said, "in that red top, tight black skirt, those sexy nylons and those nice boots. And then you got brave and started showing more skin. I loved seeing your bare midriff (as he touched it), your beautiful legs (as he touched them), your nice bare shoulders (as he touched them) but most of all your feet and toes (as he bent over and gently kissed the sexy toes on Sara's left foot). You have no idea what I am going to do to you now that I have you." Makeup was running down Sara's from her tears. A feeling of helplessness and terror had overcome her. Sara's ordeal was about to begin......Sara begged and pleaded but to no avail. He left her chained to the bed. Her arms hurt so much from being stretched. About an hour later he returned to the room, locked the door, and started taking off his clothes. he lifted up Sara's skirt and saw she had nothing underneath but her nude<b> crotchless </font></b>nylons and got very excited. He climbed on top of her restrained body and started kissing her. Sara resisted as much as she could but he forced his tongue in her mouth and she could feel his drool as he kissed her. "I want you so badly," he said over and over again. Sara struggled but the chains and shackles made it useless. As he was kissing her she felt him enter her. She was terrified but could do nothing. He started pushing deeper and deeper inside her. Sara was helpless. She felt him throbbing inside her and then finally felt the release of his cum deep inside her. He climbed off of her and left the room. She heard him lock the door from the outside. Sara cried herself to sleep......The next morning Sara woke up with her arms aching from being chained over her head all night. She laid there completely terrified praying someone would find her, About an hour later her captor came down the steps and stood there staring at her. "I love to you," he said, "I get so excited when I see you and start thinking of what I have in store for you." He moved over to the edge of the bed and started touching Sara's calves. She could tell he was getting aroused. He started moaning as he touched her. After a minute he started shaking and Sara saw a wet mark on the front of his pants. He had gotten so excited that he came in his pants just by touching her. Sara heard a phone ring dozens of time that morning but could not hear what he was saying. She kept thinking to herself, "Maybe someone is looking for me" and then realized she had intentionally not told anyone of her plans to go to the house in an effort to elevate her fear. What were these calls about? A few hours later he came back downstairs holding a key. He unlocked the shackles on sara's ankles and then unlocked one of her wrists. He unlocked the other shackle from her wrist and then immediately took out a pair of handcuffs and cuffed her wrists together in front of her. "Get up," he said, "We are leaving." Sara was so slow to get up and had trouble walking in her 4-inch heels. He led her into a dark garage and opened the side door of a van. He pushed Sara inside and then immediately rolled her onto her back and attached the cuffs to a chain over her head. The van had no windows in it. He slid the door closed and then backed out and started driving. He drove for hours. Sara started losing track of time and finally fell asleep. When Sara woke up in the van it was still moving. She was dazed and cold and her arms ached from being cuffed over her head. She had no idea where she was but sensed she was far away from where she started. Finally the van started slowing down and the road seemed very bumpy. The van stopped and then started several times before coming to a stop. The door slid open and her captor took out a key and uncuffed Sara's wrists. He took out a leather collar and attached it around her neck and then strapped a leash onto her collar. Sara looked around. She saw two large gates where the van must have stopped to be let inside wherever she was. There was a large house not far away. Sara trembled as she looked around further. In one direction there was a large cross in the middle of a field. She looked around and saw what appeared to be a gallows with ropes. Finally she noticed what seemed to be a large roasting spit over a pile of coals that had burned themselves out. Sara had never felt more fear than she did at that moment. She was brought to a room inside the house and once again handcuffed to the bed by her captor. He began to get very excited as he cuffed Sara to the bed. He started to kiss her. Sara spit in his . He slapped her hard across the and was about to her again when the door flew open. Another man said, "We need her in perfect condition." He grabbed Sara's captor and dragged him of the room. Sara laid there handcuffed to the bed trembling with fear. She had no idea what was in store for her. The daring little risk taking cocktease had been reduced to a scared and trembling that was helpless. Late that afternoon two men came to get her. They took off her handcuffs and escorted her outside. When she walked outside she was met with screams and catcalls from hundreds of men who had been waiting to see her. She was still wearing the same outfit that she had on when she walked inside the house (a black half top, skirt, and 4-inch black strappy sandals). The two men brought Sara to a clearing and told her to take off her top and skirt so that she was naked in only her nylons and her heels. They staked her spread eagle on the ground. A line of hundreds of men started to form. In groups of each of the men surrounded Sara and the men started to rub something all over Sara's naked body. It smelled like some kind of marinade. When they finished each of the men shot a load of cum somewhere on her body. one point one of the men tried to force Sara sexually and he was quickly removed from the group. Sara was covered in a mix of this marinade and cum from hundreds of men. She still had no idea what was happening but was even more confused when the man was prevented from forcing her. After her body was covered two men came to inspect her from head to toe. One asked the other, "Should we take her heels off?" The other said, "No, she looks good in them. Go get the spit." The man returned with a large pole that was maybe feet long and stood it behind Sara and tied her wrists and 34D chest behind it. Another man got down on his knees and tied her thighs and ankles to the spit. A third man tied her neck to the pole. Sara was terrified but so confused. Two men carried her on the pole through the crowd until they came to the large pit that Sara noticed earlier. Other men were dumping fresh coals and spraying fluid on the coals. They carried sara on the spit into the pit area and then attached the spit to a mechanism that spun it. Finally it dawned on Sara what was about to happen. She screamed and screamed but it was useless. Sara was slowly spinning over the coals. She squirmed and tried to get loose but there was no way out. One of the men lit a match and threw it into the coals and they started smoking. Sara felt the heat start to increase instantly. After a minute or so she could feel her skin slowly getting warmer. Her hands and feet hung a bit lower than the rest of her body and she could feel the heat even more extreme on them. Sara began to scream as the heat from the pit grew until she could barely remain conscious. She heard one of the men say, "I think she is done," and the heat began to fade. Sara's skin was golden brown from the mixture of marinade and cum. She was untied from the spit, hogtied, and placed on what seemed to be a large platter. Just before she blacked out Sara her final thought was, "Why did I go into that house?" When they finally finished consuming her one of the men picked up Sara's 4-inch heels and placed them on a mantle.  |
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