auroralead
Author’s note: The whole story (all three parts) is a complete fiction and has nothing to do with reality. Please don’t be such a crazy psycho as the main character of this story.
Another year had passed since my second kidnapping. I decided to take another break to reduce the risk of being arrested. It seemed to me that the police did not connect my two cases, which allowed me to think that they were very far from the truth. The story of the former brunette made a splash, but again only in the city where she lives. I was safe.
The feeling of impunity is a powerful thing. I got away with awful thing which I done, again. Without any consequences. It changed my life. I became much more straightforward and confident. I was able to defend my PhD thesis and became a docent. I was just a few steps away from becoming a professor. I had significantly improved my already good financial situation. I could prepare for my life’s work 100%. My reputation in the department was impeccable. No one could even remotely suspect me of dirty deeds. Moreover, my colleagues would do everything to protect me if something went wrong.
I was at the top of my life. I realized that it was time for the last step to my “black” sun. I began to prepare for my new and last operation. This time everything will be more difficult. My goal lives and works in Moscow.
It was a girl who was only 1 year younger than me. Now I was 27 years old, and she was 26. Her name is Alexandra. She studied at our university since the time when I was not yet a lecturer at all. We met when she was a student and was doing an internship for educational purposes (educational internship). She worked in the admissions office of the university, I was assigned there on behalf of our department to recruit students for our program. My colleagues told me about her, I was supposed to work with her. They said that she was a very smart and responsible girl. Usually students are not like that. She took her job very seriously.
But the moment I saw her for the first time, I was shocked. She was a gorgeous blonde, 170-172 cm tall, with blue eyes, small but neat 2nd size breasts, with incredibly sexy legs. The fact that I was about to work with her was incredibly exciting.
What the department staff said was true. She really was very smart and responsible, in fact, unique. At the same time, she was fabulously beautiful, the combination of her brain and body made her the object of my fantasies.
But unfortunately, communication with her outside of work did not work out for me. We communicated for some time, but we had too little in common. And frankly speaking, I was not good enough for her then. Against the background of her obvious merits, an ordinary departmental lab assistant boy faded. I had prospects, but rather vague ones. And she very quickly made contact with a large Russian company and got a job in it.
I hadn’t seen her for several years, but about a year ago she returned to the university. She wanted to become lecturer at our department, combining this work with her main job at a large company. In our country, combining educational job with another kind of job is considered a very respected occupation. And so she began to appear at the department occasionally.
At the moment when I was driving back from my last dirty deed, she was already a part-time lecturer. That is why at that moment the whole puzzle came together in my head. And now I could start preparing for my main mission in life.
Finding out where she lived turned out to be quite easy again. The data on lecturers was stored in the university software, where the data on students was. I knew her full name, so it wasn’t that hard to find out her place of residence through old friends.
But the problem was different. To carry out a kidnapping in Moscow, a city where millions of people live, is a very difficult task. This time it was not enough to just hide in a dark place and wait for her to pass by. The risks were too high, there were cameras everywhere. I realized that I needed to think about disguise.
I decided that I needed to change my appearance as much as possible with the help of good makeup. I found a makeup salon in another city that could do the job of my transformation. In the salon itself, I said that I was going to film pranks. They looked at me like I was an idiot, but they still did their job extremely well. Even before the abduction itself, I needed a disguise for another stage of preparation for the case.
Besides, I needed a car. Going to kidnap a person in my car in a city with cameras everywhere would be suicide. I decided to go to one of the remote towns of the Moscow region in order to find myself a car. My plan was to find a lumpen – a person whom alcohol has turned into an animal. The idea was that such a person, if you can call him that, regularly drinks alcoholic beverages, and that even a disguised face he will not be able to remember in just a few days. I was able to find such a person while walking along the gloomy streets of a provincial town. I told him that I needed a car for a few days and offered him 10 thousand rubles for such a service. The alcoholic, without thinking twice, agreed. He actually did not need a car, and here good money was offered for its temporary use. He did not even ask why I needed it.
So, now I had a car to steal. I decided to play it safe and repaint it for a while. I did this as soon as I got home. It was decided to return the car to its original state, so I immediately bought two types of paint, a new color and the one the car already had.
Now it remained to figure out which route she was using. I arrived at the university on a day that was not my work day. At that time she was supposed to be at our department, and she was. I waited until she finished her work, pretending that I was also busy with something important. Secretly following her along the route did not seem like a good idea to me, so I made an agreement to walk with her to the metro.
While we were walking, I found out what station she lived at and pretended that I needed to go to the same metro line. So we parted ways at her station. When she got out of the train, I quickly ran to the other door and leaved train too. I was lucky, she didn’t notice me. I waited until she walked away from me, then slowly followed her, trying to keep up. I kept a long distance from her, she didn’t see me. I managed to follow her to her apartment building. I didn’t need to follow her any further, because I knew exactly her apartment number.
The result was not very good. People, a lot of people. Almost every place she walked was crowded. Damn Moscow, how I hate this city. There was only one place where it was quiet enough. It was a small crevice between two large apartment buildings. Not many people walked there in the evenings, but the probability that I and my temporary car would be noticed there was still high. The main thing which I hoped on was that no will try to stop me, because I was ready for the fact that I could be noticed nearby, but not to problems from random passers-by. After all, I would have makeup at that time and a car camouflaged as much as possible, so being spotted in wasn’t a problem.
In the end, I decided to take a risk and began the abduction according to my plan. I again waited for a day when she was supposed to return late from the university (she did not work there every day, on other days she would return earlier) and arrived at the place I had chosen for the abduction. Thanks to my reconnaissance, I had information about what time it would happen. And indeed, I soon saw her. I already had a syringe with a tranquilizer and a folded wheelchair ready, I did not change my habits. When she went into the alley, I abruptly jumped out of my car and, having stuck the syringe, closed her mouth and carefully sat her down on the wheelchair, covering her with a blanket. I was incredibly lucky, there were no people nearby, and the windows did not look out onto the passage itself. I put her in the trunk of my car, covering her with the same blanket so that she was not visible and closed it. It was time to get out of Moscow. I quickly got behind the wheel and stepped on the gas. The damned pelvis couldn’t go fast, but it only cost me 10 thousand, so it wasn’t surprising. But fortunately for me, almost all the roads were empty at night again, and with the help of the Yandex app and the comments in it, I was able to go around all the places where the police were or could be. Even if someone noticed me and the police later found out about the car, it wasn’t a problem, because I was going to return it to the alcoholic in a day.
When I left the city, I stopped and tied up my future toy, to avoid the risk of it waking up in the trunk and starting to attract attention. However, she didn’t wake up, and after leaving Moscow, I was able to calmly get home without incident. Either the higher powers were on my side or I was a damn genius. Everything went exactly as I wanted again! I won!
Having reached home, I lowered my tied-up beauty into the basement, into the same cage where the former brunette had sat before. The basement had remained unchanged since then. After that, I urgently needed to go and repaint the car in the color it was when I took it from the drunk. I was able to cope with the work in a few hours. Now I had to go to bed. The tranquilizer was supposed to work until the morning, so now I had nothing to do. I turned on the camera in the basement and the computer again, so I would know exactly when my guest would wake up.
My dream was very sweet – it was the dream of a winner. The best thing about this dream was its complete coincidence with reality. I had time to have breakfast by the time my victim woke up. Her feelings cannot be described in words – yesterday she was just returning from work, and today she woke up in a cage.
She tried to break free like a mad dog, but it was all in vain. She had to wait for the moment when I came to her. This time my prey knew me by sight, so the effect was even more stunning than usual. When I gave her the opportunity to speak, I heard so many curses and threats addressed to me with attempts to hurt me to the quick, and it got to me. I felt like an almost omnipotent genius, but her screams caused a devilish rage in me. I needed to teach her a lesson and subdue her. I got out my spare car battery, roughly pulled Sasha out of the cage and tied her to a chair, spreading her legs wide and tying her hands behind the back of the chair. Then I gagged her and hooked a clamp on each of her nipples and a couple on her labia. The first discharge was not very strong, but it shook her well. I removed the gag and asked her if she was ready to obey me. After hearing a negative answer, I repeated the procedure several times. After several more refusals, I became even more angry. I forcibly opened her mouth with a dental retractor and attached a couple of additional electrodes to her tongue and increased the voltage to almost maximum and placed a bucket under Sasha. After that, I gave a long charge from the battery. She shook violently and, screaming in pain, peed copiously in the bucket standing under her. When I stopped, I asked my question one last time. This time she complied, she had no strength left to resist. I moved the bucket away, untied her and roughly threw her on the floor. I took this dirty pig right on the floor, I had to secure my victory.
When the job was done, I grabbed her by the hair and dragged her to the chair she was sitting on and tied her to it again. I took my shaving machine and shaved off all the beautiful snow-white hair in the center of her head, leaving it only at the back and sides. I poured warm water over her head and applied shaving foam to the shaved areas and eyebrows. I shaved each of her eyebrows with a couple of quick strokes and shaved the center of her head. I liked the result, she looked pathetic and ridiculous, like a humiliated pig. I decided to take several pictures of her like this to enhance the effect of humiliation. If only she knew that all this was just the beginning.
I spent the rest of the day using Sasha. I liked the absurdity of her new “hairstyle”, so I decided to go over the laser where her eyebrows were and the center of her head to keep this effect for a long time. She tried to resist, but she did not have the energy to do it, she cried from helplessness.
Over the next few days, I slowly began tattooing her head and face. I drew two arrows on each of her cheeks, leading to her mouth. On the hairless part of her head, I tattooed a target, and on her forehead, in large letters, I tattooed the word “Sucker” She and her friends had called each other that as a joke, but now she clearly didn’t find it funny.
After the face, it was time for the rest of the body. On her back I tattooed the word “Slut”, above her pussy the phrase “Fuck me” and the same arrows down her legs and from her back to her hole as on her face. On her buttocks I tattooed my initials, and above them I put my name brand.
In the end, I realized that I had played enough with the rest of her hair and shaved it off completely, fixing the result with laser procedures. Even her eyelashes were removed by me. From her shaved hair, I made myself a whip, attaching it to the handle and adding silver tips.
On the back of her head I tattooed “666” and next to each of her temples I tattooed a devil’s star. I wanted her to suffer in Hell even after she died.
All this time I fucked her everywhere. On the bed in the basement, while I washed her with a hose like a dog, in the morning, in the afternoon, at night. Gradually her resistance disappeared completely, and she submitted. I forbade her to walk on her feet, now she always crawled on all fours. I taught her to do this by whipping her with a whip made of her own hair.
After all the fun with the laser and tattoo gun, it was time to pierce her. I bought several thick rings. The thickest one went into her nose, two thinner ones went into her nipples, and a couple more big rings were inserted into her ears.
All this took a month. I was amazed again by my talent, because in a month I was able to turn a confident and successful girl into a spineless, weak-willed animal that would obey any of my orders. A beast that now does not even resemble its former self, nor even a human being at all.
Unlike the previous victims, I had no plans to let this one go at all. As a result, I made several diabolical decisions.
The first of these was the idea of pulling out her teeth. I was tired of using special gags to keep her mouth open in a way that was safe for me. I put her to sleep with my tranquilizer, forced her mouth open, and pulled out her teeth one by one with a simple pair of pliers from a repair kit.
The second decision was more severe. I decided to cut her Achilles tendons. I took a scalpel I bought especially for this purpose and cut her legs hard above the heels. I treated the wounds I made and bandaged them. Now she will never be able to walk, only crawl on all fours.
The third solution was both tough and technically difficult. I had to make a neat cut in the throat area with the same scalpel in order to cut the vocal cords. Although I had watched a lot of materials on this topic, any small mistake could have led to my failure. But I was too confident in myself, I knew where to insert the scalpel in order to fatally damage them and not kill Sasha. In the end, my genius triumphed. I was able to hit the right spot. I was lucky too often for this to be an accident.
As a fourth solution, I planned to tear out her fingernails or even cut her fingers in half, but I was too excited by the sight of her tiny hands and decided not to ruin them.
When she woke up and realized all the changes that had happened to her, she went into hysterics. She screamed, but silently. She wanted to break free and run away, but she was on all fours. She wanted to bite me, but it was impossible to do so with a toothless mouth. I saw that Sasha had hoped until the very end that she would be saved or that she would be able to escape on her own, but now her eyes showed the realization of hopelessness. Even in the event of such outcomes, she would never be able to return to normal life. Unlike tattoos, piercings, and hair loss, these changes could not be smoothed out. This was my final victory over the remains of her soul.
I destroyed her as best I could, so what happened next began to become routine. Sex with her finally became routine, as did the humiliation of walking her like a four-legged dog on my plot of land near my house. Days, weeks, months and even years dragged on like this. After I closed a serious hole in my soul, if you can call it that, everything else went smoothly. The work continued to bring in good money, my newfound devilish confidence began to pave the way for me to the upper echelons of the scientific world, I gradually moved up. My life was such that it was difficult for me to imagine it in my most secret dreams, and nothing could stop me. I had reached a state of constant relaxation, nothing could go wrong.
That’s what I thought. I used to think. It seemed to me that nothing could stop me. That day everything was as usual. I was fucking my dirty dog, she didn’t deserve a name anymore, and nothing foreshadowed problems. Sometimes I was too lazy to wash her, and that day she was dirty, sometimes it even excited me. She had another impotent hysteria, which over the past years happened to her occasionally, each time ending in nothing. In a fit of impotent rage, she scratched me with her long nails, which were also a consequence of my laziness. In response to these scratches, I seriously whipped her with a whip made of her own hair, which once again calmed her down. It would seem that another absolutely unremarkable day, of which there were infinitely many.
In the end, I left it all without much attention, it was a routine trifle for me. It turned out not to be so. That day, I did not even treat the wound after scratches, which turned out to be a mistake. The first week I did not notice anything significant, except that the wound did not heal and turned red. But then one day it began to inflame, and then my body temperature soared by several degrees. I began to have a fever, and only at that moment I decided to see a doctor.
But it was too late, I got blood poisoning. The doctors told me that nothing could be done and I had about a week left. They could only give me painkillers and antipyretics.
All this week I fucked my slave in every hole with the last of my energy. It was all I could do and all I could hope for. I was a genius who had pulled off several kidnappings with impunity, who had begun to reach all unimaginable heights, who had played on the edge of foul play so many times, who had the devil’s luck. And now I was going to die in a matter of hours from a few damn scratches. God truly has a wicked sense of humor.
But I won’t go alone. Feeling my last strength leaving me, I gave my slave a few days’ worth of food and water right in the cage and locked her there. I decided to disguise the basement as best I could. She couldn’t attract attention to herself in any way, and she had practically no chance. I know that I’m condemning her to almost 100% death, but I didn’t want to go alone and especially didn’t want to give her the opportunity to leave painlessly.
I managed to disguise the basement, and even when my dead body is found, they will not be able to find the basement. At least not right away. Apart from regrets about my own death, the only thing that tormented me now was that I would not see her final suffering and death. But I have no doubt that Sasha’s soul will go to hell with me, where she will be my slave forever.
I went outside for one last breath of fresh air and collapsed. I felt my heart stop and felt my eyes glaze over. This was not the end I expected. But I will not walk away alone.
