Psycho

By DX

Copyright 8/2024, all rights reserved.

 “Just one more stitch Russell, and we’re done.  That should seal your mouth up nicely.”

 Her voice poured like warm honey.  As he felt the tiny pinch at the corner of his lip, he tried to remember what she looked like.  Gold, cascading, shimmering, her hair lit up the dark bar like a miner’s torch, her toothy white smile was a beacon, her blue eyes like a Sultan’s sapphire, and her red lips shinned like candy.  

 She wore a long dress the color of a midsummer sky that gently hugged her slim, super-model frame.  He could see her lithe muscles, well earned from hours on the treadmill.  

 Her appearance was a little unexpected, but not completely surprising.  Beauties like her didn’t venture to skeevy dives like his too often.  When they did, it was because they had gotten bad directions, or someone was playing a joke on them.  Rarely they came because they were looking for something a little naughty.

 She was all three.

 Russell signaled the barman and ordered her a drink, but the bartender was already a step ahead and slid it before her so it greeted her as she approached the bar.  The barman pointed out her benefactor with a tilt of his chin.

 Russell casually flashed his wristwatch worth more than most people’s houses to almost down play his strong looks and perfect hair.  He let his tailored suit, designed to accentuate his muscles and hide his gut, do his talking.  

 He let his strong air of confidence reel her in.

 The sway of her hips as she walked over delighted him.

 The click of scissors brought him back to reality.  He opened his eyes to a world of blur.  He was lying on his back.  Above him, bright as the sun, was the blonde bombshell from the bar.  She wore surgical gloves, and was holding a pair of silver scissors.

 Her smile, white and perfect, cut him open.  “Hey, Russ.”  She called to him.  “You awake bud?”

 Fear crept up the back of his neck.  How did she know his name?

 “Come on, big guy.”  She said, insouciantly placing her shears on a tray by his head.  “Time to wake up.”  She glanced at her tiny, delicate watch, squinting.  “I can’t see shit without my glasses.”  She walked away into the gloom.

 Russell shook the cobwebs from his head.  He tried to sit up, but something held him down.  With a tug, he discovered he had been strapped down to a gurney, his arms straight out from his sides.  He craned his neck as far as he could and could just about see a thick leather strap across his chest.

 “Mmm!  Mmmm?”  He tried to speak, but it was as if his lips had been glued together.  He struggled, giving into panic.  He trashed violently trying to break free.

 Nothing budged.

 He looked around.  Transparent plastic sheets hung from the ceiling formed ghostly walls.  Another sheet was strung flat overhead, and a fluorescent light shone through.  Beyond that was darkness.

 She moved through the fog of plastic.  “Is that it?”  She challenged him.  “Are you already giving up?”  She laughed breathlessly.  “Most guys would be giving it a real go.  Seriously, you’re going to want to get out of this mess, because I promise you are not going to like what I’m going to do to you.”

 Russell gave an involuntary pull at his restraints.  There were straps over his wrists and ankles, chest and hips.  He tried to pry his lips apart but pain flared hot and quick.  His breath hissed hard in his nose as he glared hate at her.  He had to get out.  He had to get out and break her neck with his bare hands.

 “All done?”  She cooed and stepped out from the plastic curtain.  She was wearing horned rimmed glasses, and her eyes were no longer blue.  “Oooh, you’re trying to think your way out.”  She grinned.  “Thinking… not your best trait.  You’re a bully who got ahead in life with daddy's money, and now’s not the time to switch tactics.”  She picked up a set of large shears, and her white teeth were blinding as she smiled.  “Now is the time for action!”  She clacked the scissors at him and caused him to flinch.  

 She looked him over causally.  “Let’s get this off you and see what we have to work with.”  

 He struggled as she brought the scissors close, and disbelievingly watched as she began to cut his clothes away.  “Mmmm!  MMM!”  She was destroying a suit costing more than most people’s car.  “Mmmm!”  He screamed, but his mouth blazed in retaliation.

 She violently ripped his clothes away.  “This is the least of your worries.”  She said as her breathing deepened from the exertion as she dragged his shredded clothes out from under him.  “All of this will go to the burn pile.  We take in old flags and twice a year we ceremoniously dispose of them by burning.”  She paused, and took stock of his nakedness.  “While that’s going on, we toss in other things that need burning.”  She picked up his ruined clothes and dropped them in a bin.  She picked up something hairy and tossed that in.  “Things like your toupee.”

 Russell raged!  That was a custom made hair piece!  “MMMM!”

 She only smiled pleasantly.  “I love it when their mouths are sewn shut.  That way I don’t have to listen to their bravado of, ‘I’m gonna kill you, bitch!’”  She scoffed.  “All while still not seeing the real danger they’re in.”

 Sewn shut?

 Russell tried to pull his lips apart.  “Mmmm?”  He tried harder.  Then ignoring sense, tried to tear his lips open.

 It hurt, but nothing happened.

 She leaned over him, smiling.  “How’s that working for ya?”

 He rewarded her with a murderous look.  She had crossed the line.  Whatever kink she had going would be her end.  She damaged his face!

 She shrugged.  “Yeah, you still don’t get it.”  She shifted slightly as her eyes roved over his body before finally coming to rest at his nether.  “Let’s get this over with.”  She said with a tired sigh.  

 Her smooth, gloved fingers brushed his cock like feathers.  Gently she played and stroked and slowly, he began to stir.  “I want you to come for me.”  She whispered, and his cock twitched in response.  “I want you to come big, like the man you are.”

 He felt his cock swell, like water rushing through a fireman’s hose.  She was beautiful, with come-hither eyes.  Her touch was delicate and lingering.  She knew the points of a man, and how to make her touch all good.  She knew the lighting played in her hair, and she made sure to position herself so he could admire her sultry cheeks.

 She whispered to him, encouraged his flow.  She moaned with pleasure and admiration.  She thanked him for letting her service him, and begged him for a big come.  She cooed and ah’d as her fingers brushed him ever so lightly.

 He was angry, and didn’t want to give in, but slowly, slowly, his will ebbed away as he grew harder and harder in her tiny hands.  He wanted to take her and jack her over the gurney and plunge his stiff rod deep into her ass as he strangled her from behind.  He tested his restraints again.  

 She only smiled and whispered to his cock.

 He had figured her out.  She was a dom and had to be in control.  Once she finished, she would release him, thinking him to be her new bitch, but she didn’t know he knew how to dispose of a body.  This would be her last game.

 He would murder her.

 A lot.

 He would be on top of her, his dick buried to the hilt, his hands around her neck.  She was going to die wondering how it had all gone so horribly wrong.

 He felt his cock grow harder than it ever had been.

 “Yes!”  She exclaimed.  “I want your big load!  I want you to enjoy this!  I want you to enjoy the last time you will ever come!”

 What?

 She stopped.  

 She panted and picked up a small glass cup from her tray.  Her eyes were locked on his cock.  “Yes!”  She screamed as if she had orgasmed, then she leaned back and laughed like a mad scientist.  “Yes!  Let it all out!  Give it all to me!”

 Why did she stop?  He wondered.  He was so close!  “Mmm!”  He ordered her to continue.  If she wants his big load so badly, why did she stop?

 She lifted her little glass and admired the white, grey ooze within as it if were a fine wine.  She then looked at him, smiling.  “Thank you, darling!  I hope you enjoyed your last time.”  She looked at his dick still rock hard and throbbing.  “No?”  She tsked.  “Too bad.”  

 As she walked away, could only grunt, finish me!  But she ignored his mummers.  Eyeing where she had gone, he could only wonder if he had ejaculated.  He didn’t feel it, and certainly didn’t orgasm.

 And what did she mean by, your last?

 He thrashed his head back as he tested his restraints again.  He peered around, but there wasn’t much to see.  He could do nothing but wait.

 “Hello?”  A woman called.  “Is there anyone down here?”

 “MMM!”  He called out.  “MMM!  MMMM!”  He screamed into his sealed lips.

 He watched the blurry form of a woman make her way through the plastic curtains.  She was petite, and curvy, and her silhouette somewhat familiar.

 “Hello?”  She called again and stepped beyond the curtain.  

 It was her cute button nose that made him recognize her.  “Mmm!”  He grunted.  It was Brenda, or Barbra, or whats-her-name, from work!  She was one of the girls from the secretary staff.  She was a delectable pixie of cheeks and smiles and a perfect cleavage that begged for a pearl necklace.  She had brown, curly hair with frosted accents that he thought was over done, as he preferred blondes.  They had dated once, but she was talkative and unimpressed with his savoir-faire.  On a second occasion he had kissed her, but they were interrupted, and by then he had lost interest and didn’t see her again.

 He watched her approach, her face filled with surprise and horror.

 “Russell?”  She exclaimed.  “What is going on?”  She looked at him.  “Is, is your mouth sewn shut?”  She then looked around.  “What is this place?”

 Russell moaned and pointed with his head.

 She looked where he pointed.  “Free you?  You want me to free you?”

 “MMMMM!”  He screamed as he wondered how stupid women were.

 She nodded.  “Yes, I should free you.”  Her hands went to the strap across his chest.  “There’s a woman here…  she’s crazy!  She’s going to kill you.”  Her hands moved around the buckle.  “How does this work?”

 Russell threw his head back, mentally calling her a dumb bitch.  

 Glancing at the tray beside him, she picked up a scalpel and looked at it.  “Maybe I should cut your mouth open and you can tell me.”  Her hazel green eyes hungrily locked with his.  “Should I cut your mouth open?”

 Fear flashed through him as he watched her lean towards him.  

 A smile crept across her face as she snorked a laugh.  “I can’t keep this up.”  She laughed.  “You should see your face!”

 “He is pathetic, that’s for sure.”  The woman in blue walked out from behind the curtain.  She was no longer blonde.  She now had short, black spiky hair.  Her face was freshly scrubbed of make up.  

 He didn’t recognize her until she smiled, and flashed her teeth.

 She had the hunger of a vampire.

 The shorter girl looked over.  “Do we kill him now, Lynette?”

 Lynette scoffed at the idea.  “What’s the rush, Annie?”  She painted her finger along his shoulder.  “First, we cut off his left arm.”  She smiled deliciously.  “See, right now he’s not grasping anything.  He still thinks this is just kinky sex and we’re going to let him go.”  Her dark eyes took him in.  “Once we cut off his arm he’ll understand, and then he will know fear.”  She held out her hand.  “Tourniquet.” 

 Russell watched in amazement as she wrapped a nylon belt around the top of his bicep, then began to crank it tighter with a lever stick.  In seconds, Russell could feel his arm pulse with the beat of his quickening heart as pain began to alight, then slowly fade as the blood was cut off.

 He looked at Lynette curiously.  She was right.  He wasn’t conceiving what she was doing.  He watched as the two girls slipped on bright yellow rubber boots and donned clear plastic rain coats.  Then, giggling, they put on plastic face shields, then pulled up the hoods of their coats, drawing them closed to fit tight against their faces.

 Russell twitched as he realized his arm was numb and paralyzed.  

 As Lynette pulled on yellow rubber gloves, she regarded him.  “Do you even know who I am, Russ?  Do you remember what you did?”  She searched his eyes.  “Think back, that day in the store room, when you assaulted Annie?  When you jacked me up against the wall and threatened to kill me if I told anyone what I saw?”  She shook her head.  “That’s why I’m cutting off your arm.”  She pointed to his numb, cooling left arm.  “This is the arm you hit me with.”

 The memory began to flow back into Russell’s mind.  He was in the store room with Annie.  He used a little force, because girls liked it when a man was assertive, but Lynette saw it all wrong.  He told her to keep it to herself or he would make things difficult for her.  Kill?  No, he didn’t quite say, kill.  Maybe inferred, to show his seriousness, but…

 Lynette tilted her head and held up a small, electric chainsaw.  “This will cut through a two inch oak branch in less than three-seconds.”  She squeezed the trigger and it buzzed angrily.  “Let’s see what it will do to your arm!”


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