Message-ID: <16110eli$9810060538@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Archived-At: From: GMTorrey@writer.net (G.M. Torrey) Subject: ASSM: Repost of "Linda's Last Assignment" by G.M. Torrey (rape, violent death) Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d X-Authentication-Warning: news2.mia.bellsouth.net: news set sender to moderated-news@ec-mail.bellsouth.net using -f Path: qz!not-for-mail Organization: The Committee To Thwart Spam Approved: X-Moderator-Contact: Eli the Bearded X-Story-Submission: X-Original-Message-ID: <36197ce3.1211784@news.msy.bellsouth.net> The following is a work of fiction. It is erotic and violent in nature and some readers may find disturbing. The author neither condones nor encourages such behavior. The author retains all copyrights. It is posted here for the enjoyment of adults only and is not intended for viewing by those under legal age or in countries where such is illegal. Linda’s Last Assignment By G.M. Torrey Copyright 1998 by the author Gulf Shores was completely prepared for the arrival of Hurricane Bessie, at least as much as was possible. The veterans of such storms already had left the island and its canyons of tall condominiums behind. They were the smart ones. A few others, their curiosity outweighing their common sense, had decided to stay behind and watch the surf slowly rise from whitecaps to surfing-type waves, the wind pick up gradually from a stiff breeze to a never-ending gale that snapped the remaining beach-side flags stiff and the sky grow darker by the passing hour, their excitement growing at nature’s warning signs. Linda fit neither. A free-lance news photographer had to go where the news was. And, from all indications, Bessie would be the storm of the year. There was no question of where Linda had to be, whether or not it defied human logic. Fortunately, Louise had a condominium she had been willing to loan Linda, only after, with a lack of success, warning her of the foolishness of being along the coast when Bessie arrived. Louise finally figured out that Linda had to make a living, and whether the condo would be around after the storm would not be affected one iota by allowing her longtime, if not somewhat risk-taking friend to use it. Linda smiled at the memory of the conversation as she settled into the two-bedroom living quarters. Her car was the only one in the parking lot of the complex, somewhat shielded by two rows of earlier-built dwellings between it and the beach. After laying out her equipment carefully in the den, she stashed the few grocery items she had purchased, as well as four containers of bottled water. The storm was still eight hours away and the beach held the promise of plenty of pictures of people surfing the waves. She imagined they would be around for about four more hours before the intelligent ones would flee, and the less-bright would retire to hurricane parties nearby. The drive to the Alabama coast had been long and Linda thought of the possibility that there would soon be no running water. The large bathroom was inviting and Linda decided to take advantage of it. Closing the door behind her, Linda studied herself as she stripped off her jeans, t-shirt, bra and panties. About 5-8, she was an attractive, somewhat-boyish brunette, with breasts that were not large, but emphasized shape, and a thin, well-kept patch of dark pubic hair. Her long legs always attracted glances. Louise was constantly encouraging her to abandon her hair that curled up just below here ears and invest in a good hairdresser. For what Linda did for a living, however, the hair-do was perfect. The water cascading down on Linda was a perfect relaxation technique for what awaited her outside. She thoroughly soaped her body and as was often the case in a business where there wasn’t enough time for the creature comforts of life, massaged her breasts and allowed her right forefinger to slide inside of her. Eyes closed, Linda stroked her clitoris in anticipation of a pending climax that would have her ready to put full attention on the business at hand. Only moments away from ecstasy, a bang startled her back to reality. Somewhat disturbed by the interruption, Linda quickly washed off the remaining soap, turned off the water and came out of the tub. Silence prevailed. Dripping water, she walked over to the shaded window and looked outside. A second car was parked down the lot from hers. Linda cursed softly to herself. The thin walls of the complex, constructed for quick investment, had failed to shield the noise of another door opening and closing. Linda briefly considered returning to the shower to finish her pleasure. But an idea struck her that was part amusing and part hopeful. Enough time remained to get down to the beach, in her two-piece swimsuit, and flatter an attractive male with her camera and attention. Having a companion for the adventure certainly would be different. She returned to the bathroom, giggling to herself, and carefully shaved her underarms and legs silky smooth. For a moment, she considered shaving her pelvis, but resisted, knowing the itchy penalty that would be paid later. Grabbing her suitcase, she put on the bright yellow bottoms of her swimsuit and put on her St. Louis Cardinals cap. She laughed at the site of her topless body in the mirror. Too bad she couldn’t shoot the surfers that way. She surely would have a companion immediately. For a moment as she shuffled through the suitcase, Linda thought she had left the top half of the swimsuit behind. But she remembered, with relief, that she had stuffed it at the last minute in a bag she had put in the den. As Linda opened the bedroom door and walked into the den, her head covered, but her breasts topless, she smiled broadly at the thought of what might be ahead. She jumped just as quickly at the sight of a man sitting on the couch. He laughed. ‘‘Hello, Linda.’’ Linda put her hand to her chest as she took a deep breath of relief at the sight of Carl, Louise’s husband. When she did, she realized she was bare from the waist up. With a jerk, she covered herself with her arms, feeling her face turn red. ‘‘What are you doing here?’’ she demanded. Carl rose from the couch, a knife in his hand. ‘‘I came by to check the place out. I was up in Mobile and decided to see if everything was secure.’’ He looked down at the knife and grinned sheepishly. ‘‘I couldn’t imagine who was here and decided the safest thing was to wait.’’ Linda shook her head. ‘‘I guess Louise didn’t tell you. I talked her into this. But didn’t the cameras give you a hint?’’ Carl laughed. ‘‘I guess they should have.’’ Her arms still crossed over her chest, Linda waved her head towards the packs in the den. ‘‘That red one over there. Get me my top. And promise not to tell Louise about this. She’d die.’’ Carl looked down at the knife and grinned. ‘‘No kidding. This will have to be our little secret.’’ Linda laughed. ‘‘Hurry up and get my top. You’ve already seen more than you’re supposed to.’’ Carl did not move. ‘‘I guess I have.’’ Linda looked towards the heavens. ‘‘Oh, come on, Carl. I’ve got work to do. And you need to get out of this place.’’ ‘‘You don’t need your top, Linda.’’ Carl reached over and picked up a camera off the floor. ‘‘Carl, damn it. Enough. OK?’’ Carl studied the camera. ‘‘Digital. I have one like it. Of course, yours is much more advanced.’’ Linda tightened the grip over her breasts. ‘‘OK, Carl. You’re asking for it. I suppose I have to walk over there and get it myself.’’ Carl stared at her. ‘‘No, Linda. You don’t. In fact, your top is unavailable to you now.’’ His manner sent a chill down Linda’s spine. ‘‘Come on, Carl. We don’t have any business playing like this.’’ Carl walked over two steps, raising the knife after he placed the camera around his neck. ‘‘Who’s playing?’’ Linda felt the horror transverse her face. Carl’s facial reaction told her immediately what she faced, as unthinkable as it was. ‘‘Yes, Linda.’’ She shook her head. ‘‘Carl, no.’’ ‘‘You don’t have any choice but to do as you are told.’’ Linda felt a tear well in her right eye. ‘‘You talked to Louise.’’ He smiled. ‘‘Just a call home to let her know I was all right. You know Louise. Has to have something to talk about. Couldn’t believe you wanted to come down here. I couldn’t, either. Decided to make a little detour.’’ ‘‘You can’t do this, Carl.’’ He laughed. ‘‘It’s perfect, Linda. Not a soul around.’’ ‘‘You’ve done this before.’’ Linda tightened her arms, flattening her breasts. ‘‘Believe it or not, I haven’t. But this opportunity was too much to pass up. Now, Linda, drop your arms.’’ ‘‘No.’’ Carl took two more steps towards her. ‘‘Drop your arms, Linda.’’ She suddenly was staring at the knife, less than a foot from her face. She complied. Pure horror kept her eyes open as Carl aimed the camera and fired off five shots. ‘‘Should be good for about 60. Right?’’ ‘‘Carl, stop this now. Louise might be my friend, but I’ll put you in prison, I swear.’’ Carl smiled. ‘‘Come on, Linda. Now, get out of those bottoms.’’ Linda looked at the knife, then slowly slid out of the trunks. Carl’s eyes burned a hole in her pelvis as she kicked the garment off. ‘‘I like the cap. Keep it on.’’ Linda resisted the urge to cover herself as Carl fired off five shots of her total nudity. ‘‘Carl, give me the camera and leave. I’ll forget about this. It never happened.’’ This time, he ignored her. ‘‘Take your forefingers and massage your nipples.’’ ‘‘What?’’ ‘‘Linda, you speak English. Do it.’’ Linda’s fingers moved to her nipples and began stroking. She heard the shutter click five more times. ‘‘Please, Carl…’’ ‘‘Keep stroking your left nipple. Put your right forefinger up inside of you.’’ ‘‘I can’t do it, Carl. Please.’’ ‘‘Yes, you can, Linda.’’ He waved the knife. Linda hesitantly complied. ‘‘Deeply,’’ he said. Linda slid her finger completely inside. As she touched her clitoris, the shower scene rekindled itself, further horrifying her as the camera shot five more pictures. She realized her jaw had dropped open, as if in pleasure. Carl grinned. ‘‘Excellent, Linda. What were you doing in the shower in there?’’ She said nothing. ‘‘I think you might have intended to do a bit of carousing with the young men on the beach.’’ ‘‘You’re sick.’’ Carl laughed. ‘‘I don’t think so. A bathing suit is not exactly the garb for this kind of assignment, now is it?’’ Linda felt her face turn red. ‘‘Now, Linda. Let’s go into the bedroom.’’ Linda shook her head. ‘‘Carl, this can stop now. It’s nothing but a bad joke. Think about what you’re doing.’’ ‘‘I’m perfectly aware of what I’m doing.’’ Carl’s voice now reflected a slow-burning fury. ‘‘And you shut up. Just do as you’re told or I’ll kill you. Understand?’’ The knife moved to just beneath Linda’s chin. In a state of total shock, Linda moved into the bedroom, Carl right behind her with the knife and camera. After closing the door and locking it behind them, he pushed her gently into a corner, near the bed, before quickly peeking through the blinds. ‘‘Only ones here,’’ he said. ‘‘No point in trying to scream, Linda.’’ Steady rain peppered down outside as Linda opted to cover herself with her arms. ‘‘Carl, please. For the last time, stop this.’’ ‘‘Not a chance, Linda. Get into the bathroom.’’ ‘‘Why?’’ ‘‘We’ve got some time. I’ve got a great idea.’’ ‘‘What?’’ ‘‘Just get into the bathroom.’’ Still covering herself, Linda went into what, just a short time before, had been a room of pleasure. Carl went through her toiletries, smiling as he pulled out a disposable razor. He tossed it on the counter beside the can of shaving cream that Linda had used. ‘‘I want you to shave, Linda.’’ Linda looked straight into his eyes. ‘‘I don’t need to, you bastard. I just got finished.’’ Looking down at where Linda’s hands crossed her pubic region, he shook his head. ‘‘You missed a spot.’’ Linda’s jaw trembled in anger. ‘‘Absolutely not.’’ Carl raised the knife. ‘‘Absolutely so. Lather up.’’ Shaking, Linda filled her right palm full of the rich cream. ‘‘Put your right leg up on the toilet.’’ Linda, after a moment of hesitation, obeyed. She rubbed the lather on her black hair as Carl aimed the camera and took additional pictures of her humiliation. ‘‘Now, shave. Nice and smooth.’’ Linda wanted to finish quickly, but her shaking hand would not allow her to move with abandon. Carefully moving so not to cut herself, she slowly removed the hair with the razor, looking down to avoid the sound of the shutter furiously clicking away. A towel hit her in the face. ‘‘Wipe off, Linda. That was very nice.’’ A rumble of thunder sounded in the distance as Linda tried to determine a course of action. The threat of prison had no effect on Carl. There was only one obvious outcome if she did not change the pattern: she would be raped and murdered. ‘‘Carl, I know what’s about to happen. You and Louise have been my friends for a long time. You know you won’t get away with this. Think about when they’re ready to strap you into the electric chair. You’ll be just like I am now.’’ To her surprise, Carl laughed. ‘‘That’s what makes this a challenge. Linda, you know I have a fondness for the casino. Playing the odds. Well, I think the odds are really in my favor now. But there’s still a chance they’re not. And if I lose, well, I just might have to take the hot squat.’’ Linda dropped the towel. ‘‘So, you intend to kill me.’’ Carl shook his head. ‘‘Not unless I have to. And that’s where the odds come in for you.’’ ‘‘What do you mean?’’ ‘‘If you are good enough in the bedroom, I might just leave. With the pictures, of course. Now, if you try to tell anyone, they’ll wind up on the Internet.’’ Linda’s mouth dropped open. ‘‘And, there’s another possibility you haven’t thought of. I came by to check the condo. Concerned after Louise told me about you being here. Wanted to make sure you were all right. Well, things just got a little bit out of hand. We both wound up doing something we shouldn’t have done. Any story about rape and it will sound just like a regretful woman. Louise won’t believe it, rest assured. Oh, I’ll have to pay some penitence. But things will be OK. Now, those are the odds in your favor if you perform. They might not sound real good. But if you think about it, you’ll stay alive.’’ Linda looked away. ‘‘OK, Linda. Go into the bedroom. The only way to find out is to play.’’ Linda was forced to stand at the side of the bed, her hands locked behind her head as Carl first turned down the covers of the bed, then began to strip. Outside, the rain began to pour. Linda recognized it as the sign of a storm that was blowing in much quicker than anticipated. ‘‘Carl, we’re going to be trapped if we don’t get out of here. Listen to that wind and rain. It’s blowing in a lot faster than I thought it would. We need to go now.’’ The man removed his underwear, revealing a seven-inch erection. ‘‘Good try, Linda. The storm is still hours away.’’ He picked up the camera and shot Linda as she stood fully revealing her nudity. Linda turned her head. She knew it was the truth, but Carl was blinded to everything but his perverse desire to rape, and probably kill her. He was simply toying with her. After his urge was satisfied, there would be one of two reactions: horrified at his own actions, but unable to reverse them he would kill her to maintain her silence, or, if he was truly a sadist, he would kill her to carry out the scenario. The only way out would be to extend the forced encounter and hope that the storm would truly blow in with full force and, somehow, give her a way to escape. Linda did not argue when Carl ordered her on her knees and placed his penis in front of her mouth for oral stimulation. She took the organ inside, first sucking on the head, and in a unique way of stalling for time, slowly inhaled the shank, a fraction of an inch at the time, as she gradually increased the suction. The knife stayed by her face as an unsaid warning not to bite. Focusing on the rain and wind outside, Linda finally consumed Carl’s entire penis and began stroking it in her mouth, measuring the trembling as a gauge of when to bring him back down and start over again. Gradually, the man was drawn into a world of pleasure, hopefully one that would make him lose his grasp of time and the storm outside. Linda played a dangerous game: an ejaculation might bring Carl back to his senses and summarily end her life; continued stimulation would guarantee that he would be soon inside of her. Carl opted for the latter. He withdrew his penis near the sixth close call and ordered Linda onto the bed. As she climbed onto her back, she knew she needed more time, even though the storm was obviously intensifying. ‘‘Uh-uh,’’ Carl said, holding his penis in one hand and the knife in the other. ‘‘On your knees and elbows.’’ Linda’s mouth opened in horror at the order. But she grasped the fact quickly that a two-section rape would give her more needed time. To buy a precious few more seconds, she protested. ‘‘Go ahead and kill me. I’m not going to let you have my ass.’’ For a second, Linda thought he would. But he quickly regained his composure. ‘‘Remember, Linda. No choice. An unsatisfactory performance and I take my chance with the hot seat.’’ Linda rolled over, mounted herself on her lower arms and drew her knees under her. As Carl’s finger began to stimulate her anus, she focused totally on the rain and wind, as if she could totally block out what was about to happen. It was so effective that Carl managed to jump back into the bathroom and return with a bottle of lotion before she realized she had missed a possible escape opportunity. ‘‘You’re doing very well,’’ he said as he lubricated his penis. ‘‘I think you might just live, Linda.’’ Linda’s face twisted in tortured pain as, one by one, three fingers worked their way inside her ass and stretched her wide. The squeak of the bedsprings was the only warning she had before the greased organ began forcing its way inside of her. She screamed loudly as the cap penetrated, followed by the entrance of the shank. Carl laughed. Linda, as well as the man, knew no one else had heard her pain. Time was lost as Carl repeated stroked inside her ass, bringing himself to near climax, then backing off and starting over, a pattern of pleasure Linda had initiated with her mouth. She prayed it would end, but also prayed he would keep going. An explosion of semen would mean her murder. Carl withdrew, stood up and ordered her on her back. Linda, counting the seconds, took her time turning over, although she knew that the man would interpret the move as teasing, which would increase the fury of the coming rape. She closed her eyes as she spread her legs and raised her thighs, which Carl took the middle of with the length of his body. The rain fell harder and the wind started to howl as Linda’s right nipple was consumed, then stretched in Carl’s mouth. Her mind drifted back to her shower of what now seemed to be yesterday. In a reversal of the usual fantasy, she imagined stimulating herself as Carl worked both breasts before he slid his penis into her with a surprising lack of resistance. Pumping slowly at first, he gradually worked his way into long, deep strokes that fully stimulated her clitoris. On the 52nd stroke, when he screamed and released his full load inside of her, Linda clinched her jaw tightly as she climaxed. The brief bit of pleasure was quickly replaced by the horrifying realization that one of her best friends’ husbands had raped her. Carl stood up and smiled. ‘‘That was very good, Linda. I’m impressed by a woman who can come and not make a sound.’’ Linda stared at him. Denying it might make the man angry. She probably was already within seconds of being killed. Carl picked up the camera and fired off several post-rape shots of Linda. Though it was difficult, she did not protest. He watched her intently as he dressed before picking up the knife. ‘‘Well, Linda. You’ve earned a chance to live.’’ The woman sat up in the bed, ignoring the warm fluid that had gone down the side of her right thigh. ‘‘That’s right,’’ Carl said. ‘‘You can go out the back sliding door. I’ll give you a 45-second head start.’’ ‘‘Give me some clothes,’’ Linda said quietly. ‘‘Why would you want clothes? If you can get away and flag down someone, butt naked, I think you’ll be able to convince them you’ve been raped.’’ Linda listened to the storm as she sized up the situation. Slowly, she got out of the bed and stood by the mattress. ‘‘The count starts in 10 seconds. Run Linda.’’ Carl unlocked and opened the bedroom door. There was no time to think further. Linda dashed out of the room and sped through the den. Her hands surprisingly stable, she opened the glass door and screen and ran out into the tiny back yard, which all the ground-floor units shared. In front of her was a bayou. To the left, five units down was a tall wooden fence. No way she could climb that in the nude. She opted to go to the right, a trail that twisted behind at least 20 units. The rain drenching her, Linda was protected from the howling wind by the building. The mud ran up between her toes and darkened her feet as she glanced at the back of each unit, hoping for some sign of life. They were all dark, almost as much as the premature, storm-enforced dusk. Behind her, Linda heard the sound of Carl beginning his run behind her. She turned the corner and full speed and screamed. Before her was another fence, this one topped by barbed wire. There was no other alternative. Linda leaped into the swampy dark water and began to swim. Perhaps 500 yards away was the opposite shore. She did not know where it would lead, except away from Carl and freedom. An excellent swimmer, Linda quickly escaped. Looking back as she used a traditional crawl, Linda saw Carl standing on the shore, camera around his neck. The darkness enveloped it, but she knew the knife pointed to the ground from his right hand. Carl slid the knife into his pocket as he took as he used the flash to take three pictures of the sign Linda obviously had not seen: ‘‘Caution. Alligator infestation.’’ By the time he used the infrared attachment to find Linda in the water, the first reptile was approaching her from the left side. She screamed as the gator went underwater and attacked from below. Thrashing naked in the water, she only briefly glimpsed the second attacker before it, too, was all over her. A third reptilian companion joined in the assault. Before going below water level for the last time in her own blood and hellish pain, Linda saw nothing but her camera flash repeatedly from shore. ^____= Carl kept his shoulder around Louise the entire time of Linda’s funeral. Her disappearance had been a total mystery for nearly two weeks. The condo, which had been completely destroyed by the storm some 20 minutes after Carl fled in his car, narrowly escaping with his own life, had yielded no clues. The unpleasant remnants of Linda had been found on shore five days before. Whether or not she was dead when the alligators tore into her was left to the imagination. It didn’t matter. Everyone simply hoped she had already died before the gators found her. A reptile expert had said it was the most vicious attack he had ever seen, even removing any trace of her clothing. The swampy water had removed the evidence of Carl. He watched as Louise laid a rose on Linda’s coffin, which had been provided more for show than to house remains. He thought about his computer at home, now posting, through an anonymous server he had specially routed several different ways, the pictures of Linda on a newsgroup for all the world to see. Linda standing naked with nothing but her baseball cap. Linda massaging her nipples. Linda masturbating in a standing position. Linda lathering her crotch. Linda shaving her pubic hair. Linda standing beside her rape rack, arms clasped behind her head. Linda staring up from the bed, Carl’s fluid shining down her thigh. The alligators attacking and devouring the nude woman. Louise turned back to her husband, wiping her eyes with a handkerchief. ‘‘I wish I had told you to go down there and get her out,’’ she said suddenly. ‘‘Don’t blame yourself,’’ Carl said. ‘‘I could have thought of that, but I didn’t.’’ Louise wiped away a tear. ‘‘Well, she was a grown person. She knew what she was getting herself into. I think she was brave.’’ Carl sighed. ‘‘She was. But I don’t think this time she knew what she was getting herself into. I really don’t think she did. The odds were against her.’’ Louise nodded and kissed Carl’s hand. It was time to go home. 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