The Hitchhiker series that I'm posting on DeviantArt is progressing nicely. This one was unfortunately forced to move to my Premium gallery against my will, so I promised to post it here. For the missing parts connecting the two images I posted previously with this one below, please see my DeviantArt page.
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Hitchhiker 9
This was the part Bill enjoyed the most - when his victim slowly regained consciousness and the realization came crashing in that their life had taken a sinister turn. Well - at least it was one of the parts he enjoyed the most.
"Where am.. what... why am I... You? Oh no! No please! PLEASE! Please let me go? Mister?"
He paid her no heed, but continued instead to set things up, feeling himself grow harder with every pleading word. He rigged three cameras around the bed and adjusted the lighting and then the exposure settings. One of his greatest pleasures in life was to edit the video footage after.
"Please? William? Bill? Why are you doing this? Please, I don't.. Is that camera on? Please, I don't want to be filmed. Where are my clothes? Please say something! Please let me free," she implored in between her racking sobs.
With a grunt of effort, Bill lifted the Sybian onto the bed, and then went and picked an attachment and a bottle of lube. Melissa's expression as she saw him lube up the attachment was priceless. Her voice grew shrill with an undertone of barely held back panic.
"Please... you're not going to put that thing in me, are you? PLEASE!"
He knelt beside her and commanded; "Look at me, young lady!" She barely managed to tear her eyes away from the machine.
"Here's what is going to happen. You are going to be my guest here for a few days, or maybe even a week or two."
"No! Please... Let me go..." she sobbed, and added a hopeful "I'll do anything!" Bill chuckled to himself.
"Oh, you will do anything huh? Well, you're right - you will do anything. More things than you can probably imagine."
"PLEASE!"
"That's good Melissa; I like it when you scream. This basement is sound-proof, so nobody will hear you."
"Please," she said, much softer, " please don't do this to me."
"Like I said, little lady, you're going to be my guest here for quite a while. Let me go over some house rules. If you break the house rules at any time, I will punish you quite severely, so please pay close attention Melissa."
"The first rule is very simple. If I tell you to do something, you will obey. If I tell you to stand on one leg, you don't ask questions, you just do it. Got that?"
"Please... NO.. AAAAaaaaahhh!" she screamed as Bill put the cattle prod on her clit and triggered it.
"Let that be a lesson. If I ask you something, you answer immediately." Her hulking sobs were the only answer.
"There isn't a second rule, but more of a guideline - something to be aware of and adapt to. I can give you pain, but I can also give you pleasure. If you please me, I will be inclined to respond in kind. If you disappoint me, I will give you pain. Do you undestand, Melissa?" She was still sobbing, and looked confused.
"That was a question, Melissa. Do you want to answer it, or be tickled with the prod again?" He held the prod an inch above her clit.
"No, no, no.. please.. no AAAAAAAAAaahh..."
"You pay attention and answer promptly, or you get the prod. I said I can give you pleasure or pain. If you please me, I give you pleasure. If you displease me, I give you pain. Now: Do. You. Understand?" He emphasized the last words by brushing the prod against her nipples.
"I understand. Pain or pleasure." She made a tremendous effort to get her breathing under control.
Bill smiled to himself. This really was the best part.
"Very good, Melissa. Now here is what is going to happen. You will keep your knees as wide apart as they will go, and I will use my fingers and mouth to prepare you for insertion. I will then insert this device here..." he patted the Sybian, "and turn it on. Here is the remote control. I will then give you pleasure for as long as I feel inclined. I'm doing this to show you what the pleasure part of the equation is like. If you object to any of this, I will instead show you what the other side of the equation is like. Have a look at the things over on that wall, and you will see what I mean..." He heard her breath catch in her throat.
"That's right, Melissa... Now, will you be a good girl and spread your knees really wide?" Her gaze was transfixed on the wall of brutal implements, and there was no immediate answer.
"That was a question, Melissa."
"Yes.."
"Yes what?"
"I will spread my legs really wide" She said, and again started to cry. But she did do as ordered and held her legs apart.
"Good, Melissa. We're going to have so much fun you and I."