Chapter 2: Watching the Video

Chapter 2: Watching the Video

Malcolm Broadwick smiled as he watched the video of Marie’s struggles and screams as she was abused, tortured and shocked with currents of electricity not large enough to be dangerous but with enough amperage to singe the flesh. Her screams as the electricity from the electrodes taped to her breasts sought the shortest path through her nipple sent a shiver of delight down his spine. The agony on that tear-stained face was something to behold. It was beautiful.

When the girl’s father saw this video, it would rip his heart out! And make him most agreeable to do whatever it was Malcolm’s employers wanted. Malcolm actually did not know why those people paying him a great deal of money wanted to influence her father. He did not even know who the man was. And that was deliberate on his part. He really did not care. All he wanted was the pleasure of doing to these girls what many men yearned to do but did not have the bravery - or stomach - for. And make his wonderfully exciting videos.

The screen went black as the end came. The last scene had been a close up of her breasts with her long blonde hair framing them as she slumped in her bonds, having finally succumbed to the pain and fainting. But before that she had screamed until her voice was hoarse, and had jerked and pulled so hard at the ropes holding her down that there was bruised flesh when he had peeled the ropes from her limbs.

The editing and copying process completed, he wrote the video file to a DVD, and labeled it with the girl’s name and “First Session - Edited.” The silvery, flat disk now held a professionally edited, dramatic and intense presentation of the torture of a young woman. From the first scream to the last moan, it was a work of art.

Malcolm was very satisfied.

With a sigh of contentment, he shut down the equipment, took the finished product and left the editing room. He fired up the computer there and inserted the DVD. Special software encoded the data and prepared a file of it. Then he sent it out through the Internet. He sighed with satisfaction. His client should appreciate this effort. It was very good, even by his high standards. Only then did his thoughts turn back to the young woman he had tortured so cruelly a few minutes before.

Marie was in one of the four holding cells. Each was, like the whole complex, totally underground, totally cut off from the rest of the world, and extremely private. Each cell was only six foot by six foot, just large enough for an average woman to lie down. All four walls of the cell consisted of steel bars, each half an inch thick with only three inches between them. The top of each cell was just six feet above the concrete floor, making it a cube. All the cells were set in a large room, each a dozen feet from the next one. Had there been multiple occupants, as there rarely were, they could see and talk to each other, but not touch. Most people would have thought of those cells as large cages, but Malcolm called them cells and none of his captives dared to argue with him.

Marie lay curled up on her side on the floor, her arms behind her because of the tight handcuffs he had placed on them after he untied her from the chair and carried her limp body back there. She did not move when he unlocked the cell door, and only moaned as he dragged her out of the cell by her ankles. Then he flipped her over and dragged her another couple feet. The bare and tormented flesh being rubbed across the concrete immediately brought her back to life. “Noooo...” she cried out. Then he twisted her legs to flip her over onto her back. He spread her legs wide, exposing the dark chocolate-brown curls and secret place hidden within. So far, that sensitive and most fascinating place between her legs had not been the recipient of his painful attentions, but that was only because she was a new captive and had just finished only her first of what might be many video sessions.

“Haven’t you done enough to me?” she pleaded as he unzipped his pants. “Not that. Please, I’m a virgin.”

“Good. Tighter that way,” was his only comment.

The ravishment of the virgin went quickly. With her wrists shackled in steel behind her and her body exhausted from an ordeal that had lasted over an hour and taken a great deal out of her, she was unable to put up any real resistance. He forced her legs apart and shoved his rigid rod deep within. The resistance he met was quickly overcome, giving way to complete penetration. She cried as she was quickly removed from the category of virgin.

It would have been nice had he taken the time and care to make her first time something pleasant for her, but that was not his nature. All he thought of was his own pleasure and urgency. He pumped hard and fast, grabbed both bruised and scorched breasts in his hands to squeeze them and dig his fingers into the soft flesh. They must have been terribly sensitive, for she screamed when he grabbed them, and continued to scream as he kneaded them. Fortunately for her, his lust was quickly sated. As his hot fluid filled her, she moaned pitifully and felt as if she were dying.

Of course, it was not to be that easy for her. A deflowering and a torturing of the breasts does not usually kill a healthy young woman, and Marie would live through this. Which was what Malcolm wanted. He might well have to make several more videos – it all depended on how heartless her father was. He hoped the man had a strict policy of not dealing with criminals.

His satisfaction achieved, Malcolm dragged the whimpering girl back into her cage/cell, locked the door and left to get a shower. Marie, crumpled against the bars, sobbed alone in the darkness.