WARNING! This story contains STRONG adult content such as rape and other things that may be considered inappropriate for underage readers or people sensitive to things of that genre. Characters are fictional as is the story.

Some People by Lastlegolife

The street was eerily empty, no passing cars nor wandering people. There was nothing but a quiet row of houses, which was unusual especially for that time of day. The only noise came from a small, brown cocker spaniel barking at a van parked in front of his gated yard. It was dented in many places and its blue color was faded with age. Leaves from the tree above it sprinkled the roof. Flies landed on it and proceeded to clean themselves in its shade. Some times they’d fly upward whenever they felt a hard thump come from the inside, circle around, and come right back.

The small dog whimpered and yelped hoping his masters would come outside to see what was the matter. He paused a moment to listen. A man emerged from the back of the van and crawled slowly into the driver’s seat. His face poured with sweat and fatigue. He looked nervously at something in back wiping carelessly at his face and breathing hard. He turned to put both hands on the wheel only to give the inside one more quick glance.

After a few moments of silence, he started the engine and pulled away from the curb. The dog jumped anxiously and barked out of frustration. What was taking his masters so long? As the van drove away, the little dog laid down whimpering. No one would ever know what he’d just seen.

David Di Thomas paced frantically up and down the hall of house. He wiped the sweat away from his but it was replaced almost instantly. He sighed heavily many times, placing his hands on his hips and then folding them across his chest. Finally he walked up to the locked door at the end of the hall and put his ear against it.

There were no sounds of movement.

He opened it enough to peek in. The room was dark but he could still see the teenage girl fast asleep on the bed. Her hands were tied to the bedpost with a cable cord he’d bought earlier in the week. Di Thomas tip-toed in and covered her up with a blanket. Then he stood over her and watched her sleep. She looked even more gorgeous than she had that morning. There was no doubt she would hate him when she woke up. All he had to do was show her that he meant well and she would forgive him.

He hoped.

Di Thomas left the room and shut the door softly behind him. He walked into the kitchen to get a beer and plopped down in front of the TV. He glanced at the hall for a few moments then tried to focus on the players on the screen.

Jody Gribble dreamed of wandering around in a magical place. Beautiful things surrounded her on all sides including the people she loved. Then suddenly out of the dark, disembodied hands reached out and snatched her away. She found herself struggling for her life and shrouded in darkness a man. She heard duck tape being ripped away from its roll before it circled around her wrists. She tried to scream but she couldn’t.

A heavy hand was pressed against her mouth. Snttch! Then it was tape that held her mouth closed. The next thing she knew, a white cloth appeared and was pressed against her face. Fearing suffocation, she gasped and tried to inhale as much air as she could without realizing she was breathing in the chemical it had been soaked in.

Jody’s eyes shot open. She turned her head and looked around the room. There was nothing but black. The only light source came from a crack beneath the door in front of the bed. She tried to move her arms and discovered they had been tied to the wooden bars at the head of the bed.

She could try to signal for help, but she would also alert her captor, whoever he was. The young girl kicked the covers away from her body and scooted up until she could get to her knees. She used her mouth to try and loosen the knot in the cord. It was tight and would take her several minutes to get the first one lose. Her jaw hurt. She rested for a moment before diving in again.

Di Thomas finished off his third beer. He hadn’t been paying much attention to the game. All he could think about was the room at the end of the hall. He reminisced about the times he kept her after class to help him with one thing or another. Even though she already had an A, she was always wanting to do an extra credit assignment.

Many times he was tempted to lower her grade and request for after school blow jobs in order to bring it back up. Other times he had thought about giving her detention or threatening her with a referral unless she slept with him. But no matter what twisted fantasy he had about her, he never had to guts to pull it off...until now.

The forty-five year old debated on taking her home. As long as she was knocked out, he could sit her up next to her front door and drive away. She would either wake up or be found by a family member and think it was all a dream. If the cops found out he could face serious charges and his reputation, as little as it was, would be shot to hell.

Nearly drunk, Di Thomas belched and stood up. He stretched and scratched his bulging belly and searched the refrigerator for food. All that was there was a leftover stew he had cooked yesterday. He poured some of it into a bowl and stuck it in the microwave. He started the timer and went to go check on Jody.

Jody froze when she heard movement coming from down the hall. The footsteps got closer and closer. She watched a shadow materialize under the door. The knob jiggled. Jody struggled with the final knot with her freed hand. Light from the door came pouring in behind her. She looked back over her shoulder, temporarily blinded. When her vision cleared, she gasped. Her Computer Lit. teacher was standing in the doorway.

“Mr. Di Thomas?” She breathed. Her heart pounded hard in her chest. “What are you . . .?”

“Jody . . .” He whispered.

The older man came toward her, flicking the light switch upward on the way, and sat on the bed. Jody scurried away from him to the other side. The slack on the cable snaked its way through the wooden bars and went with her. Di Thomas grabbed it and pulled her toward him.

“No!” She cried, pulling her arm back. “Let me go!”

Of course Di Thomas was stronger and grabbed onto her wrist and yanked her down onto the bed. He crawled onto her stomach using his weight to pin her down. Jody screamed at the top of her lungs and twisted and kicked. Di Thomas retied the knot on her wrist and wove the cable through the bars. Jody hit him with her free hand and tried to push him off. He merely grabbed it and tied it with the loose end of the cable.

When he finished, there was barely any slack at all. He put his hand over her mouth and a finger to his lips. Jody continued to scream for a few seconds more before she finally stopped. A few sobs escaped as tears fell from her blue eyes and rolled back into her hair.

Di Thomas wiped them away gently with his thumb. “It’s okay Jody. Don’t cry. I’m not going to hurt you.”

Jody didn’t respond and just sobbed some more. She looked so beautiful, so helpless.

“I’m just tying you up so you don’t get away from me. That’s all.” He cooed. “I don’t want to but that’s just how it is.”

Di Thomas removed his hand slowly from her mouth. He could feel her shaking underneath him. He kinda liked it.

“There.” He said. “There’s no need to be scared.”

“Are you going to kill me?” Jody whimpered.

“Now why would I do a thing like that?” He asked.

“Same reason you kidnaped me I suppose.” She wasn’t trying to be funny.

“You want to know the reason why I have you Jody?”

She didn’t answer but he was going to tell her anyway.

“I think you’re the most beautiful woman on the planet. You’re always smiling, always happy. It’s a wonder why you don’t have a boyfriend.” He traced his finger under her quivering lower lip. “I think there’s something special about you Jody and I’m going to find it. I’m going to keep you as long as it takes to do it too.”

Jody squeezed her eyes together causing more tears to fall. He wiped them away again. Di Thomas leaned down and kissed her lips which locked together as soon as their skin touched. Jody opened her eyes and buried her head into the pillow as far as she could. He only smiled and settled for her cheek instead. After a few moments he rose up off of her and got to his feet.

“I’ll bring you some food.” He said walking out the door. “You like meat right?”

Jody didn’t answer and stared at the ceiling. This couldn’t be happening. It was all a dream. Just a dream . . . what was he going to do with her?

“Mom.” She whispered. “You must be so worried about me.”

A few minutes later, Di Thomas walked in with a bowl of steaming beef stew with a spoon and a cup of ice water. He sat next to her on the edge of the bed and placed the cup down on the table. He took a hot spoonful of gravy and potatoes, blew on it, and held it up to her mouth. Jody’s lips remained sealed.

“C’mon Jody, you’re going to need to eat. It’s all you’re having tonight.” He told her. “You’re going to need your strength.”

Jody stared at him a few seconds longer before opening her mouth. The spoon went in and her lips closed around it. Di Thomas slowly pulled the spoon out in an upward motion and dipped it into the bowl. He waited for Jody to chew and swallow before holding out more food for her to take in. The fourth time, a bit of gravey dropped from the bottom of the spoon onto the nape of her neck.

“Oppsies.” He said.

Di Thomas set the bowl down and leaned over her. He put his lips to her skin and sucked up the warm liquid. Jody raised her chin and squirmed a bit. He stayed there for a few minutes and sucked on her neck, giving her a few hickeys. His ex-wife would never let him give her hickeys. She had always said they were the grossest thing one could ever give to their lover. He didn’t have to worry about her now. Jody was his true soul mate.

Di Thomas came up and looked at how she was taking it. Jody would not look at him and fought back sobs but the tears still fell. He wished she’d stop crying. He picked up the bowl and continued to feed her until Jody finally shook her head.

“Had enough?” He asked.

She nodded.

Di Thomas put a straw in the ice water and held it to her lips. Jody sipped it down. When she was finished, he turned off the light and left the room For a moment Jody wondered why he had left the door open and guessed he was making sure she wasn’t trying to escape again.

For about an hour, she watched him march up and down the halls, taking care of this and that. Sometimes he’d stop and glance into the room, smile at her, and go back to his chores. She noticed that he kept running in and out of the bathroom. He carried armfuls of household chemicals and aerosol cans out of the small room and out of sight.

Jody took a moment to scan the room she was in. It was lightly furnished with a TV in one corner and a dresser in the other. Both looked like they hadn’t been used in years. The windows were covered with thick padding and topped off with heavy boards that were nailed into the wall. The only way in or out was the door.

Di Thomas turned out the lights all over the house and then finally the hall. Once again, Jody was enveloped in darkness. She heard him enter and move to the side of the bed. The lamp on the table next to her switched on and her teacher was there. He had on dark sweat pants and an open plaid shirt. His gut was a good inch or three away from a six-pack and was covered with hair as was most of his body. Jody flinched at the site but was too scared to show much disgust.

Di Thomas looked her body up and down for a moment. How gorgeous it must be. He stood there silently undressing her with his eyes.

Jody fidgeted uncomfortably. “Are you going to rape me?”

His brow furrowed and he shook his head. “I’d never do anything like that.”

He crawled onto the bed next to her and reached for her jeans zipper. Jody gasped and drew her legs close to her body in an effort to stop him. She stared up at him with eyes wide as saucers.

“What are you doing?!” She said quickly. “You said you wouldn’t!”

Di Thomas paused. “I won’t rape you but I will love you.”

Jody curled her legs in closer to her stomach as he reached for her again. “No!”

He stopped.

“I don’t want to.” She said quickly. “I’m not ready.”

“Not ready or not ready for me?” He asked. “You aren’t a virgin, Jody. I know.”

“So. That doesn’t make any difference. I don’t wanna be raped.”

Di Thomas grabbed her legs and moved them out of the way so he could get to her zipper. Jody squirmed screamed for him to stop. He ignored her and moved to the foot of the bed and started to peel her jeans away from her body. Jody tightened her legs together in a futile effort to keep them around her hips but failed. He tossed the jeans aside and positioned himself between her legs. Jody screamed, squeezing her eyes shut and kicking wildly. Di Thomas placed his hands on her thighs and held them still. He stared into her face and waited for her to stop.

“I told you I’m not going to rape you. I’m going to love you!” He corrected her. “If loving you is wrong then I will never be right. You have to understand something Jody. I’ve waited for so long for this to happen. Don’t let it turn into something bad. I won’t hurt you. You know I wouldn’t.”

“You’re sick!” She spat with tears wielding up in her eyes. Di Thomas’ face dropped. “You’re an evil, disgusting, perverted old man! Oh, god...I hate you for this. I hate you so much!”

He looked down for a second then spoke calmly. “Well, I’m sorry you feel that way Jody. But I’m going to love you no matter what.”

Jody felt a heavy hand rest on the crotch of her panties. She tensed beneath him and shut her eyes. The hand massaged her clitoris through the fabric till it was a stiff nub. Di Thomas slid his other hand up her pink shirt and raised it to reveal her C cup breasts tucked neatly into a lace white bra. Di Thomas felt his scrotum tighten. He used both hands to lift the bottom of her bra over her breast and stared at her body hungrily. A thumb and fore finger circled around her right nipple. Almost instantly it too became a hard numb. He leaned down and took the left nipple in between his lips.

Jody moaned out of discomfort. She started to shake again. There was no use trying to throw him off of her. He was far too heavy. She shut her eyes and turned her head away. Di Thomas licked and suckled each breast until it stiffened. The hand found its way back to her panties. This time the fingers dug under the hem and teased her clit slowly. Jody cringed and bit her lower lip. She had to regardless of the physical stimulation he forced on her.

The fingers traced her slit up and down before parting the lips and feeling the warmth inside. Her vagina was already secreting its vaginal liquids, preparing itself for his intruding member. He stared into Jody’s face, knowing she was trying had to resist him. One thing he loved about the female anatomy was that no matter how much “they” didn’t want it, their “body” did and it would do anything to get it.

Di Thomas rose up and produced a condom from his shirt pocket. He had been saving it for three months. Saving it for this moment. Saving it for her. Jody’s heart started to race. She watched as her school teacher lowered his sweats and revealed himself. She stared fearfully at the 6 inch demon that would soon enter her. Di Thomas felt her body shake even more. He opened the package and put the rubber jacket over his penis.

Jody looked up at him. “Please don’t! Stop it please! I’m begging you, don’t!”

Di Thomas brushed her cheek lightly with the back of his hand. He lowered himself over her pussy. Jody jerked her body hard to the side, almost slipping from underneath him.

“No! Don’t!” She cried and began to kick her legs.

Di Thomas grabbed onto her hips and put her back into place. He held one leg down with his hand and used the other to guide his cock into her vagina. Jody let out a high-pitched moan followed by a deeper moan. Di Thomas shut his eyes momentarily to savor the warmth of her cunt walls. He had been waiting so long to do this and fantasized about it so many times. He never thought he’d be in this position with her...ever.

“Oooh yea,” he whispered.

He started to slowly grate his pelvis against hers. It was a snug fit. Whoever she was sleeping with had a smaller cock than his. He let go of her leg and placed his hands on her hips and started pounding into her, moving faster with each stroke. Jody’s moans were short and ragged. She squeezed her eyes shut and felt herself widen below. Her hands balled into a fist and against the tight cable.

Di Thomas hooked his arms under her legs and pounded into her cunt has hard as he could. Jody cried out from both fear and lust. Her body wanted it bad and worked fiercely on his cock. Di Thomas felt like he was in heaven. She was so hot. He nipped a bit of her skin making her wince and squirm. It wasn’t long till her body started to move on its own. She thrust her hips upward to meet his and filled the air with the sound of colliding pelvises.

Di Thomas felt the pressure building in his cock. “Almost there baby. Almost.”

He rose up, put his hands on her waist, and thrust his hips into her fast and hard. Jody could not resist him any longer and moaned long and deep. Di Thomas felt her cunt walls vibrate and squeeze his cock from within. Her inner muscles rippled and jerked. Di Thomas let out a series of grunts and shot out wads of thick cum, all of it caught by the rubber sheath. He gave her one final thrust before collapsing on top of her. Jody lay still, stunned by the event and slowly taking in the fact that she had been raped. She stared up at the ceiling. From her eyes came little rivers of tears.

Di Thomas fondled her a little more before raising himself to look at her face. She stared at him, lips slightly parted and her eyes showed nothing but misery. He wiped a tear away from her cheek.

“You’re wonderful Jody. Everything I imagined you would be.” He said.

Her face did not change. He reached down to her crotch and scooped up two-fingers worth of cum and held it up to her mouth.

“See Jody. This is my love.” He smiled. “Go on, taste it.”

Jody couldn’t think, she couldn’t speak, she could barely remember to breathe. She hesitated before lowering her quivering jaw. Di Thomas stuck his cum-covered fingers in and she sucked them clean. He fed her a few more scoops then spread it over her breasts so he could lick it up.

Five minutes later, he was “loving” her again, and again, and again. In between loving while he waited for his pistol to reload, he would feed her cum and fondle her body. At one point he tried to turn her over and hit it from the back but the bonds on her wrists wouldn’t allow it. Her hands were red from the strain.

Jody cried out. “OW! OW! OW! That hurts!”

Di Thomas frowned at the cable and made a mental note to find something better in the morning. When he finally stopped, he fell asleep with his head buried into between her breasts and his hand in her crotch. Jody couldn’t and cried silently to herself through the night. She couldn’t believe that she had been just been raped by her schoolteacher. The room reeked with the smell of sex. Di Thomas left the door open for ventilation. The walls down the hall took on a bluish color from the morning sun.

A few hours later, the older man shifted as he started to wake up. His fingers wiggled then they felt their way up her body and rested on her breast. Di Thomas raised his head to see what he was grabbing and realized he was holding a beautiful girl in his arms. It wasn’t a dream.

Jody did not look at him and stared at the blank TV screen in the corner. Di Thomas took her chin and turned her face toward him.

“Morning sweety.” He said and kissed her.

Jody tried to keep her mouth closed. His tongue wiggled its way through her lips but could not get by her teeth. His grip on her jaw tightened and forced her mouth to open. His pink tongue squirmed its way passed her lips found hers. Jody fidgeted and kicked the bed, her cries, muffled by his mouth. Finally she couldn’t take it any more and bit down.

Di Thomas swore and reared up. His hand dropped down across her face before he could stop himself. He cradled his sore mouth, stuck a finger in and checked it for blood. There was none. He looked down at Jody in disbelief.

“Why’d you do that!?” He said. “Don’t ever do it again!”

Jody cried freely. He kissed her tears away and left the room, shutting the door behind him. She could hear him moving around outside for a while. When he came back in, he was clean and wearing normal clothes. He checked her bonds to make sure they were still tight and turned out the light. He gave a breasts a light squeeze before leaving her in darkness once again.

Jody didn’t hear anything going on outside for the longest time. She used her feet to pull the covers up to her waist and lay still. It must have took her twenty minutes to finally shut her eyes. As she started to drift into a slumber, she wondered if the cops were looking for her. If they were, where were they looking? No one would ever think to find her there.

Not even an hour later, she heard movement coming from the living room. There was a bunch of clattering noise and sounds of heavy things being dropped on the floor. A few minutes later, Di Thomas walked into the room and turned on the lamp.

“Bet you’re hungry by now.” He said, peeling away the cover and exposing her body once again.

Jody crossed her legs. “I have to pee.”

“Alright.” He opened the drawer in the table and pulled out a roll of duck tape. He used it to bound her feet and arms together. Finally, he worked the knot loose on the cable and freed her of it completely. “Number one or number two?”

“One.” Jody squeaked.

Di Thomas stood and flipped her over his shoulder. Jody was carried out of the room and a little ways down the hall to the bathroom. As he turned to go in, she saw quick flash of building supplies from Home Depot in the living room down the hall. Di Thomas carefully set her down on the toilet and sat on the edge of the tub.

Jody looked at him from the corner of her eye. What the hell was he waiting for? She looked away for a moment and looked at the door, then glanced at him again.

“Well?” He asked.

“Um, this isn’t comfortable.” She admitted. “Could you please leave?”

Di Thomas chuckled. “I’d like to watch, but I’ll tell you what. I’ll turn my back.”

She watched as he got up and stood in the doorway with his back to her. Jody hesitated for a moment before relieving herself. Her panties had been lost during the night. She reached over and pulled a few sheets of toilet paper from the roll. Wiping was going to be hell. Di Thomas peeked over his shoulder and saw her trying to maneuver her arms in an awkward position. He kneeled before her and took the tissue from her hand.

“Allow me.”

Jody closed her knees. “No. I can do it myself.”

“I said “allow me.” Don’t argue with me Jody.” He said in a cold voice.

Di Thomas pried her knees open and wiped her crotch gently with the tissue. He dabbed here and there even though it was unnecessary. Jody didn’t react and looked away embarrassed by it all. He dropped the tissue into the bowl and flushed. He picked her up again and carried her back to her prison cell. The cable was once again tied to her wrists and the duck tape was ripped away. Unexpectedly he reached down and stuck a finger in her clit.

“You’re a little dry down there now, aren’t you?” He said.

Before she knew it, he planted himself between her legs and dampened her vagina with his tongue. Jody let out a long moan. Her chest and stomach rose and fell heavily. Di Thomas hooked his arms around her legs and played with her clit. Jody arched her back, pulling on the cable again. He stuck two fingers in and started moving them in and out quickly. Moments later she was thrown into ecstacy.

Di Thomas spread the cum around her vaginal lips and crawled to his knees. He licked his lips and smiled.

“Sweet as honey.” He whispered. His erection was obvious. “Now its your turn.”

Jody watch him unzip his pants and pull out his cock. He crawled up her body on his knees till it was right in front of her face.

Jody cringed and stared up at him pleadingly. “Please don’t make me do it.”

“Come on Jody. It’s not that bad. You’ll have to get used to it anyway. You’ll be giving me one every morning before work.”

She shivered at the thought and hesitated.

Di Thomas reached down and took a handful of her hair. “Bit me and I’ll make you regret it.”

He let go of her hair and rested his hand on the back of her head. The other hand took hold of his penis and guided it up to her closed lips. She took her eyes away from his and stared back at the one-eyed monster. Jody took a deep breath and closed her eyes for a moment. She opened them and took his cock in her mouth but did not suck.

“Oh yea. That’s right Jody.” He cooed. “Suck it.”

Jody did as she was told and started to move her head back and forth. She looked up at him. He was watching her and smiling, sometimes whispering out compliments. She sucked his cock a little harder and caressed it with her tongue. That seemed to make him even happier. She let it fall out of her mouth and licked his shaft, tickled the tip, and took it in her mouth again.

“Shit yea!” Di Thomas cried.

Jody moved her head in circles and rubbed it back and forth with her tongue. She felt him start to push her face into his crotch. His pubic hair tickled her face. Jody moaned in warning that it was going down too far. She gagged and choked. Di Thomas pulled out of her instantly and threw out many apologies.

“I didn’t hurt you did I?”

Jody shook her head.

Relieved, he started to jack off, holding her head in place in front of it. Jody stared at it and looked up and Di Thomas. He stared upward as jerked himself hard and fast. There was nothing she could do. No way to resist. All she could do was close her eyes and wait. Seconds later, several wads of thick, white cum shot out all over her face. Jody felt like crying again. The urge to wipe it away was strong but she couldn’t with bound hands. Di Thomas caught his breath and looked down at his work.

Magnificent.

The forty-five year old man smiled and stared at her for a few moments before wiping it off and feeding it to her. He left the room and came back with a couple breakfast burgers from McDonalds and fed her again. Di Thomas left the room and shut the door behind him. A little while later, she heard faint sounds of a power drill being driven into the walls. There was hammering and clanking going on outside for a long time.

Jody laid in darkness for a few minutes and went to sleep.

Outside, Di Thomas finished up with the front windows and moved to the side of the house.

“What ya doing Dave?” A man said.

Di Thomas turned around and saw his neighbor standing on the opposite side of the bushes.

“Putting bars over the windows eh?” The man smiled.

“Uh, yeah.” Di Thomas searched for an excuse. “Woman around the corner was burglarize last week. I don’t want to take any chances.”

“I hear ya. Got to lock up all your precious property nowadays or it’ll walk away from ya.”

“Yep, I’m not taking any chances with my stuff.”

“Got a new entertainment system eh?”

“Something like that.”

“Mind, if I come check it out some time?”

“Not today.” Di Thomas tried to sound legit. “I’m too busy to do it today.”

“Oh I’m sorry.” His neighbor said retreating. “I’ll leave you to yer work. Bye.”

“See ya Sam.” Di Thomas said watching him leave.

When he was out of sight, Di Thomas dropped his tools and went into the house. He floated down the hall to Jody’s room. She looked like an angel when she was asleep. Quietly, he dropped his pants and underwear and slipped into the bed next to her, careful not to wake her. He looked her naked body up and down. He laid a hand on her hip and ran his fingers along her skin until he reached her cheek. How beautiful she looked.

“My precious property . . .” He whispered.

Jody slowly opened her eyes and saw Di Thomas’s face sitting directly in front of hers. Her angelic features wrinkled into a frown and then were replaced by fear. She tried to scoot away from him but he put his arm around her waist and pulled her closer.

“No, no,” she begged. “No more!”

Di Thomas spoke calmly. “I haven’t done anything.”

“You’re going to.” She whimpered.

“Maybe.” He said and wrapped one leg around hers. She could feel his manhood burning against her hip. “But something just came to my attention.”

“Please let me go. I won’t tell, I promise.”

His lips curled into a smile.

“I’m so lucky to have you. You’re so precious to me. It feels good to have a woman in the house again. One I can love, one I can wake up next to in the morning, and one who will do whatever I tell her to do.”

Jody gulped.

“You’re special Jody. I want you to know that I love you and I’m never going to let you go, no matter what.”

Tears instantly flooded to Jody’s eyes and she started to cry freely. He didn’t care to wipe them away and kissed her roughly. She squirmed and pressed her knees together. Di Thomas easily parted them and entered her.

“No!” She cried. “Please stop! Stop!”

Di Thomas did not go soft and pounded into her cunt as hard as he could. He whispered her name and told her how good it felt. He waited until she came before pulling out and ejaculating on her stomach. This time he did not feed it to her and just got dressed. Jody lay still crying with her eyes fixated on the cum drying on her skin. Di Thomas kissed her goodbye and went back outside to work.

Later that night, Di Thomas walked into her room, turned on the light, and stared at her body again. He frowned in thought and disappeared down the hall. Jody could only wonder what he was planning for her now. She heard water running in the bathroom. A few minutes later, Di Thomas walked in completely naked carrying a thin piece of rope.

Jody’s heart started pounding in her chest. Not again.

She watched him hop onto the bed and crawl over like a wild animal. For a moment, she thought he was going to make her suck him again, but instead he stopped and sat on her stomach. He tied the rope around her arms and wrists just below the cable. After a minute or two fighting the knots, the cable was loosened and she was able to drop her arms at last. She felt pangs of pain in her shoulder muscles but it didn’t compare to the pain the cables left behind in her wrists.

Di Thomas noticed how red and blotchy they were and started to massage them gently.

“I’m going to let you up again.” He said. “We’re going to have a bath. Do what I say and I won’t fuck you tonight. Screw around and I won’t stop till the sun comes up. Understand?”

Jody nodded.

“You can speak.”

She didn’t respond.

“Speak!” He ordered.

“Yes.” She said quickly.

“That’s better.”

Di Thomas got off the bed as Jody sat up. He slid his arms under her body and carried her down the hall to the bathroom. The tub was full of suds and warm water. He set her down gently into the water before turning around quickly and locking the door.

“Scoot up.” He said.

Jody obeyed. Di Thomas slid into the tub behind her with his legs on both sides of her. He pulled her back into him by her shoulders and curled his arms around her in an embrace. Jody tensed up but voiced no protest.

“I know something that will relax you.” He took a bath puff from the ceramic shelf in the wall and picked up a bottle of flower body wash.

He held it above her and poured it slowly over her breasts and filled up her belly button. He put the bottle away and wiped the dried cum away. The bath puff was replaced by his hands which ran over both breasts simultaneously up and down, creating suds. Jody sighed and took a deep breath every time his palms passed over her areolas.

Finally, his hands disappeared into the water. Seconds later Jody shifted her body against him, shutting her eyes momentarily and let out a soft moan.

Di Thomas smiled. “You like that huh?”

Jody bit her lip and shook her head. She tried to remain still as his hands probed and explored her nether regions.

Di Thomas chuckled. “We’ll see about that.”

Jody found it hard to keep her eyes from closing. She sighed many times. Her hips started to shift and rotate on their own. When she tried to squeeze her legs shut but it only seemed to make it worse and she threw her head back with a long moan. One hand emerged from the water and grabbed onto her right breast and squeezed. Jody shut her eyes and let her hips move freely. Moments later, she was thrown into a series of moans and thrust her hips forward. The water splashed back and forth in waves.

When she stopped, Jody sunk back into him, slightly embarrassed. The hand stayed embedded into the fleshy underwater cave it had found for a few more minutes. Di Thomas let go of her breasts and curled it around her body under her arms, raising her a bit. His other hand went behind her and guided his cock in between her ass crack but not into her ass.

“Now move those hips like you did before baby.” He said.

Jody did as she was told. “Please . . .”

She was crying.

Di Thomas held his cock against her ass and jacked it The urge to push it into her tight little hole was overbearing but he managed to restrain himself. He touched the tip to the outside of her hole and rubbed it up and down. The friction was enough to make him finally cum.

They stayed in the water until the suds disappeared before Di Thomas blew the whistle for them to get out. He dried her body and carried her back to the bed and replaced the ropes with the cable. He covered her up and kissed her goodnight. It was the first and possibly only full nights rest she would ever have.

The next morning Di Thomas came into her room carrying all sorts of supplies and power tools and extension cords. He started the day with a much needed blow job and moved the bed away from the wall. He pulled out a pair of hand cuffs and put them around her wrists. A small chain was looped around her feet and held together with a luggage case lock. The cable was taken away and thrown on the floor carelessly. He picked her up and put her in the far corner of the room with a blanket to keep warm.

Jody watched him screw and nail a handle-like piece of metal with a roller into the ceiling. He grabbed onto it and swung from it for a few seconds to check it sturdiness. He moved the bed over near the door and used it as a ladder to put another one up. Finally he put anther one on the wall except it had a larger wheel and a crank.

He picked up a long chain which made Jody quiver and stuck it through each handle on the ceiling. The rest of the chain was attached to the wheel on the wall. The finishing touch was a metal hook added to the empty end of the chain near the first roller.

Di Thomas pulled down the extra slack then looked at her.

Jody gulped. “What’s that for?”

“You.” He said simply. “I got to make sure you don’t get loose when I go to work tomorrow. This is going to make sure you stay where you’re supposed to.”

“I don’t belong here.”

“You belong with me.”

“No I don’t! I’m too young for you. I still go to highschool remember?” She said. “I don’t belong to you. I don’t belong to anyone.”

“You’re a woman, I’m a man. It doesn’t matter if you’re not eighteen yet. That’s just an age the government uses to justify all the limits and pain they make you go through in life. It has no real meaning. You were a woman as soon as you hit puberty, just like every other animal in this world. School is just something to keep you busy so your parents don’t have to bother teaching you anything themselves. It’s just there to prepare you for a lifetime of hard work. You don’t get to finally enjoy yourself till you’re old, wrinkled, gray and living off a retirement check. They feed you crap so you believe it’s the only direction you can go to find happiness or live a life of misery and failure on the street.”

Di Thomas came towards her, never taking his eyes off hers. She pressed herself into the wall and stared back wide-eyed.

“My age has little to do with this relationship Jody. Man is the only species on Earth that uses age as an excuse for not being together. I may be closer to the end of my life than you are but it has nothing to do with us not living a happy life together. Mammals go on fucking each other till they physically can’t do it anymore. You and I can still function sexually. We should take advantage of it while it lasts. If you mean marriage as an excuse for you not belonging to me you’re wrong. It’s a piece of paper Jody. It’s not heavenly, its not signed by God. There is no God. He’s fake just like the laws set by the government. It’s pointless and stupid to believe in something so bogus and unreal.”

He looked like he wanted to slap her. Jody braced herself for it but nothing came.

“If I say you belong to me then you belong to me. Whose to say otherwise? You? I own you Jody. You are mine. I claimed you. I have you here with ME, in MY house, doing things for only ME and no one else. You are mine no matter what you think otherwise and no one will take you away from me.”

Di Thomas took a deep breath and looked away. He straightened the bed and picked up the tools and trash off the floor and left to get rid of it all. When he came back, he was calmer. Her bent over and picked her up, blanket and all, and carried her out to the living room. Her set her down onto a couch at the far end of the room under a window. On the other side, near the kitchen door, was a brown lounge chair. The windows were all covered with blinds and curtains. Every sharp or heavy object had been taken out of the room. Even the silverware had been tossed out and replaced with plastic picnic utensils. Anything and everything she could get into was locked and only he had the key.

Di Thomas went into the kitchen and started brunch. He fixed them both a big plate of food, which they both ate off of. They watched movies together on his brand new TV and surround sound stereo system. Sometimes he’d tell her stories about his life. Jody didn’t care for any of them. But she unwillingly learned that he was mentally disturbed as a child but it never really showed until his ex-wife grew tired and left him. He didn’t have to tell her that, it was plain to see. She just hoped he wouldn’t get crazy enough to kill her.

A few nights had passed, since Jody’s room had been remodeled. Di Thomas looped the chain through the wooden bars on the head board and allowed enough slack on it to keep her laying down. In the morning he would give her breakfast and go to work. Some times he came home at lunch to feed/eat her, sometimes he didn’t. When he returned home in the evenings, they would move into the living room after several rounds love making and watch television. Jody mostly thought to herself on the couch while he got drunk in the lounge chair and decided he wanted sex again.

On a particular chilly evening in the week, Di Thomas was slouched on the couch with the TV remote in hand. He went through each channel slowly unimpressed. On the floor next to his feet sat Jody with her face buried in the crotch of his open pants. She was still naked but this time had on a yellow sweater, courtesy of her captor. Nights were usually like this. As strange as it sounded, she was getting used to his touch along with his constant groping and desire for sex. She hated it and loathed the very breath in his lungs.

Di Thomas changed the channel to the news. The words “Amber Alert” flashed across the screen.

“Still no sign of the missing seventeen-year old girl, Jody Gribble.” The reporter said.

Jody looked up at the sound of her name, his cock teetering between her lips.

“Jody was reported missing last Friday when she never returned home from school. Police found her notebook along the curb just a few houses away from her home which suggested that she had been kidnaped by an unknown suspect.”

Di Thomas glanced down at her. His expression hadn’t changed. “Keep going.”

Jody hesitated and continued to suck his cock but with her head to the side so she could keep watching the broadcast. The picture in the screen changed to images of her mother, father, and brother crying. Her mother pleaded for her baby to be brought back safely and that they would even pay money to get her back. Jody thought her heart leapt into her throat after she saw how broken up her mother was. It was just Di Thomas’s cum.

An old picture she had taken at church last Easter was enlarged on the screen along with a phone number at the bottom.

“Officials say they have no leads to who the kidnapper is. The chief of police tells us that they will do everything in their power to find her. If you have any information on the whereabouts of Jody Gribble please call this hotline.”

Jody swallowed and wiped the jizz from her mouth with the sleeve of the sweater. Di Thomas sighed heavily and wiped the stress away from his face. A knock at the door startled them both. At the same time, Jody opened her mouth to scream but Di Thomas was quicker and covered her mouth. She struggled to pull his hand away.

“Who is it?” he called.

“It’s Sam Baker from next door.” Came a voice outside.

“Just a minute.”

Di Thomas kept his hand pressed firmly against Jody’s mouth. His free arm wrapped itself under hers and he quickly dragged her down the hall into her room. He dragged her over to the table and pulled a brand new gag ball out of the drawer. Jody was able to squeak once before it was jammed into her mouth. Di Thomas pulled the elastic string around her head and dragged her to the other side of the bed to the hook and chain. He picked her up and snapped the hook around the middle portion of the hand cuffs and left her to dangle from the ceiling. He turned out the lights and shut the door.

Packing his manhood back into his trousers, he hurried to the front door and wiped the sweat from his brow. He took a deep breath and opened the door.

“Hey Sam,” he said and let his friend in.

“Hey Dave. I came to check out that entertainment system you were talking about.” He said looking at the speakers around the room. “I hope you don’t mind.”

“Not at all.” Di Thomas picked up two different remote controls and switched on the TV and surround sound.

He surfed through the channels and found Die Hard right in the middle of a gun battle. The sound of gunfire filled the room and echoed down the hall to where Jody was. She tried to kick the bed or thump the floor, anything to attract attention to the back room.

Sam smiled and nodded. “Good sound quality. I like it.”

Di Thomas nodded. “Thanks.”

He flicked through channels and settled it on a different news station. As Sam started to question him about the speakers, another broadcast about Jody’s disappearance came on. He cut off and turned his attention to the screen. Di Thomas swallowed hard. The report was identical to the one he had seen a few minutes before.

“I hope they catch that bastard.” Sam muttered and shook his head. “People these days. They can’t get a woman so they have to grab a poor kid. It’s pathetic.”

He didn’t see Di Thomas’ angry glance.

“Boy, I hope she comes out of this one alive. Nowadays they kill ‘em after a few days of using

them. It’s been almost a week, I think.” He looked at Di Thomas. “Didn’t she go to your school?”

Di Thomas nodded. “Yeah, she was in my first period. The kids are pretty broken up about it.”

Sam shook his head again and looked back to the screen as the broadcast ended. To keep the subject off of Jody, Di Thomas started to tell him about all the different features the speakers had. Jody was more than likely trying to free herself. If she managed to get loose all she had to do was scream it would all be over.

After a few minutes of talking, Sam went back home. Di Thomas shut the door and breathed a heavy sigh of relief. He looked through the peek hole to make sure he was gone. Nothing. Proud of himself, Di Thomas sauntered down the hall and walked into Jody’s room. She hadn’t budged. Everything was where he had left it. He smiled. Jody cried as he took her down and raped her again.

Saturday had finally come.

Di Thomas spent the whole evening in her room. When he awoke, he moved her into the livingroom on the couch. Jody was by herself watching cartoons. Eyelids heavy and purple from lack of sleep, she could barely stay awake. Her captor was happily humming to himself in the kitchen. She raised herself up quietly enough to get to the window. She paused to check where Di Thomas was and eased the blinds open so she could peek outside. The outdoors looked different to someone who hadn’t seen it in a week. There were a few houses She dropped back into the chair and looked over her shoulder. Her captor was pre-occupied with his cooking.

Jody dared to peek through the blinds again. When she did it again, she saw Sam approaching the front door along the walk way. Jody sat down and screamed. Startled, Di Thomas dropped the spatula and ran into the room.

Sam pounded on the door. “Dave? You alright in there?”

Di Thomas’s heart raced. He clamped a hand over Jody’s mouth and dragged her to the back of the house.

“Goddamnit Jody!” He snapped.

His knees started to shake as he strung her up on the chain and put the gag ball in place.

“One moment.” he called.

Di Thomas closed the door and ran back to the livingroom. He searched the shelves for a video cassette and pushed it into the VCR and ran it up to an action scene and paused it. He took several deep breaths and opened the door.

“Hey Sam.” He said calmly.

“Is everything okay in there? I thought I heard someone screaming.” He asked, concerned.

“Oh, that was just the speakers. I’m watching a horror movie. You can hear it out here too eh?”

“Oh,” Sam said raising his eyebrows. “You bet I sure did. Had me scared there for a minute. Sounded like someone was being killed.”

They both chuckled.

“Want to come in?” Di Thomas asked.

“No thanks.” He folded his arms. “I came to ask if it was alright if me and the guys all came over next Friday night. Watch a movie or a game? Something like that.”

The forty-five year-old looked to the side for a moment in thought.

“It’ll be fun. Just you, me, Ronny, and Jon.”

“Hmm, okay sure.” Di Thomas agreed. “What time?”

“Six, or Seven okay with you?”

“Seven.”

“Seven it is.”

“Great. Okay I’ll be going now. See you at seven.”

Di Thomas waved goodbye and shut and locked the door. He turned off the TV and marched up to Jody’s room angrily. As soon as the light came on, he slapped her across her face.

“What the hell did you think you were doing?!” He cried. “You’re trying to get me in trouble! Is that it?”

He went over to the wall and let out a lot of slack for the chain. He pulled off his pants and tossed her onto the bed. Jody screamed through the gag. Her eyes were teary and afraid.. Di Thomas hopped on top of her and grabbed onto her shoulders.

“You want me to get caught, don’t you! You don’t want to live a happy life with me? If you don’t want a happy life, I’m gonna make it a living hell and show you just how lucky you are!” He shook her as he yelled into her face and slapped her again.

Jody cried and screamed but the gag ball was good at its job. Di Thomas raped her long and hard. The places where he grabbed her turned red and sometimes purple. He turned her over and pounded deep into her ass. He never bothered to pull out. He didn’t care. He let the warm semen rage into her young, supple body.

Jody thought he would never stop. He spanked her bottom till it was red and sore and left bite marks around her areolas and lower neck. The tears and screams of pain never stopped flowing until he left almost three hours later. Di Thomas left her laying on the bed in sticky mess of sweat, cum, and blood. He didn’t bring her breakfast and he didn’t come in at lunch. In fact, she didn’t see him til the next morning when he took her into the bathroom for a pee-break and later bathed her.

Tired, hungry, and sore all over Jody didn’t have the strength to even stand straight. Di Thomas later apologized for his cruel treatment and warned her never to disobey him again. He decided to give her a couple days to heal and only demanded an occasional blow job.

By the time Friday rolled around the house was cleaned and ready to accept visitors. He had went over every square inch of the house looking for any traces that Jody had been there or even that someone else was there at all. It would be suspicious to see sets of dishes set at the table and living room (where he sometimes fed her). Of course guests would consider him to be a sloppy man and having two sets of dirty dishes carelessly left around the house would be normal for a man that lived alone. Not all men kept up with the same habits after suffering a divorce.

Friends hoped he would get over his ex-wife and try to move on to bigger and better things. At first it seemed like that was just what he was going to do. But somewhere along the road he quit going out completely and stayed home. He went out with the guys a few times to a bar but hesitated to talk to the women who were generally pretty and at least a decade younger than he. It had been more than five years since the divorce and he was still single.

The guys arrived right on time bringing booze, tasty wine coolers, and cigars. They watched “The Transporter” on DVD then flipped the channel to a basketball game. In between plays they talked about all the new things going on in their life. As usual, Di Thomas had nothing to tell. As the affects of alcohol took control of their bodies, they suddenly found everything amusing. No one remembers who told the first joke but many followed after that.

Ronny was the youngest and latest addition to their circle but he had been good friends with all of them for the passed five years. He came in at the peak of Di Thomas’s divorce. The older man had lost almost everything. His ex-wife took most of the furniture and electronics. She was kind enough to leave him the house, an ‘92 pick up and an old, beat up van that he wasn’t even sure ran anymore. He was unclear about the reasons they separated. Maybe after fourteen years of marriage the spark was gone, maybe there was another man involved, but whatever the reason it hit Di Thomas pretty hard.

Now having a fiancee himself, Ronny sometimes wondered if she would ever bore of him. Instead of worrying about it, he pushed the thoughts away and stood to answer the call of the nature.

“Hey Dave, can I go take a leak.” He said, already knowing the obvious answer but he waited for one anyway.

Di Thomas paused in the middle of a joke and glanced at the younger man drunkenly and pointed to the hall with his unshaven chin.

“Sure man, last door on the left.”

Ronny walked away from the laughter and started down the hall. He passed by Di Thomas’s bedroom in which every other person on the wall was a snap shot of Jody. In some cases her face was cut out and taped over the face of a more voluptuous young lady exposing every inch of her body. Their obvious purpose being to stimulate the old mans imagination during long and lonely nights alone. Soon they would be replaced with satisfying real-life pictures.

Ronny didn’t see the photos nor had any other man. The door was shut and locked almost as tightly as the one at the end of the hall.

There were voices. Several voices. All if then male and all of them loud. If only there were some way to make a noise...

Di Thomas strung Jody up a little higher than usual. If she kicked, her toes could barely touch the edge of the bed, let alone the floor. She had been struggling for over two hours. Her shoulders and wrists were sore and her big toe was starting to hurt from the amount of strain she was putting on it.

Jody froze as soon as she heard footsteps. The shadow under the door came quickly and disappeared to the right. Shortly after, she heard a door close. Someone was in the room right next door. Tired and sore, Jody kicked off on her toes and grabbed onto a higher portion of the chain so there would be slack around the hook. Her arms relaxed again and she sighed out of frustration. She took a deep breath and held it as she tried again but to no avail. The handcuff chain was only a centimeter or two away from the latch on the hook.

Sooner or later, that person next door would be gone and she’d miss her chance.

Ronny relieved himself and washed his hands. Instinctively he put the toilet seat down and closed his zipper. As he opened the door and took his first step into the hall, he thought he heard a heavy thud come from behind the door on his left. He froze for a second, his ears trained on any movement coming from inside. Absently, he put his ear against the door to listen. He couldn’t be sure but he thought he heard shuffling.

In the livingroom, Di Thomas flicked the dial on the surround sound till he found what he wanted. His latest toy came with a built in AM/FM stereo. The speakers vibrated to the loud guitars of The Who. Di Thomas happened to glance down the hall. For a moment it didn’t bother him at all. But the sudden fear that rose into his body forced him to remember why.

“Hey Ron, whatcha doing?” He said, startling him. “Come down here and have another beer.”

Ronny looked up slowly in a manner that made Di Thomas nervous and uneasy.

“You got some raccoons or rats or something in that room back there.” He replied. Or maybe it was the liquor.

Jody.

Di Thomas tried to keep his cool. “Yea, I’m remodeling in there, they come through the drywall.”

“I’ll come help you some time.” Sam offered.

“Nah, I got it under control.” He said casually and quickly changed the subject.

For the rest of the night, Di Thomas was uptight occasionally stealing a glance at Ronny. What if he heard Jody screaming in the back room. He had given her medicine earlier to knock her out. He could have just as easily used the chloroform but he didn’t have any smelling salts to wake her up when all of his friends had gone.

Finally Sam and the other men decided they were sober enough to go. Di Thomas led them to the door, shook their hands, and watched them hop into their cars and leave. Sam crossed the lawn and went back to his house.

Di Thomas shut the door quietly and wiped the sweat from his brow. He switched off the TV and the stereo and looked around. He decided he was too tired to clean up and left it for the morning. He took out a set of keys and went to Jody’s room. He expected her to be hanging in the middle of the room where he had left her. Instead she was laying on the floor next too the wall.

After falling off the hook, Jody landed on her shoulder which was now purple and bruised. She sat with her back to the wall. The old tears on her cheeks glistened in the light. She looked up at him sadly, knowing that they were alone again and he would most likely hurt her for getting loose.

Di Thomas sighed and frowned at her. He bent over to pick her up. As he carried her to the bed, Jody started to whimper, fearing he would punish her again. He noticed the bruise on her and examined it. Instead, he brought her ice and laid next to her on the bed for the rest of the night.

Di Thomas didn’t get any visitors over the weekend. He didn’t go out much unless it was for food. Jody got off easy. The coloration of her shoulder made him back off more than usual. He seemed too afraid to touch her in fear he would hurt her more.

Monday night, however, was much different and would change their lives forever.

The old man decided to leave her alone for the first hour after he came home. By sundown, he was hornier than a rabbit. He raped her a few times in her room took an hour to reload, and continued to molest her in the livingroom. A soft knock at the door caused them both to freeze in place.

Di Thomas instantly clamped a hand over her mouth and pulled her down onto his lap. Jody knew better than to try and scream. They were planted in the lounge chair. The red marks around her waist were in the shape of strong, groping hands. The chain that had once kept her feet together was no more. Their skin glistened with sweat and bodily fluids.

“Who’s there?” Di Thomas called.

“Kendal Police Department, sir. We’d like to ask you a few questions. May we come in?” Came a man’s voice.

Jody gasped. Di Thomas’s heart skipped a beat. Fear swept over his body.

They were here! They were coming for him! The police here because of Jody...because they knew. They knew she was here. They knew he took her. They were going to arrest him.

Jody started to kick wildly and pull at his hand. Her screams were muffled and too low for the men outside to hear

“Just a minute!”

Di Thomas hopped up, never letting his hand slip away and dragged her kicking down the hall. He pushed open the bedroom door and looked around desperately for something to keep her quiet. His eyes rested on the gag ball laying at the foot of the bed. Jody scrambled and kicked. His grip was too strong. He just pressed into her face harder, hurting her.

Di Thomas tossed her on the bed for a second. She was only able to get out a squeak before the gag ball went into her mouth. As he pulled the elastic to go over her head, it snapped and broke. Horrified and under pressure, he covered her mouth and scanned the room again. He spotted a duck tape roll under the pillow. He used two fingers to push the gag ball into her mouth string and all, and then wrapped her head in duck tape so she couldn’t scream. Satisfied it would hold, he picked her up and put her on the hook. This time he lifted her about a foot off the ground and wrapped her ankles in duck tape. He watched her kick for a few moments, praying he would be able to get back to her, turned off the light and shut the door.

On the way to the livingroom, he threw on some clothes and wiped his face of sweat. Snatching a bottle of cologne from the table he dabbed himself with here and there. He sat pocketed it and straightened his clothes. After many deep breaths, he opened the door with a smile.

“Good evening.” He said opening the door. “What can I do for you officers?”

The two men in uniforms greeted him with double the respect.

“Yes, Mr. Di Thomas. We have a few questions we’d like to ask you regarding a missing girl from Santana High School? May we come in?”

“Sure,” Di Thomas stepped out of the door and allowed them to enter, giving the livingroom a few quick nervous glances over. “Have a seat.”

The police politely turned down the offer and remained standing in front of the couch the missing girl had been resting on two hours earlier. Di Thomas sat down in his favorite lounge chair silently praying that she would keep quiet till they were gone. Fat chance.

“What can I do for you gentlemen?” He said calmly.

“We understand that Jody was in one of your classes. Did you notice any strange behavior or hear anything prior to her disappearance?”

“Nothing out of the ordinary. She was happy as she usually is.” Di Thomas shrugged.

“You wouldn’t happen to have witnessed her arguing with anybody inside or outside of campus? Did she ever seem upset in the past week before her disappearance?”

“Nope. I know she and her friends always talk about this Mexican kid I think she’s been seeing. I don’t know his name. Her girlfriends would know who he is.”

“Did you ever see them interact?” The was a bit of interest in his voice.

“A few times about two weeks before she was kidnaped.” He hoped that would attract them to the boy rather than the sweat he felt secreting from his underarms. “They didn’t seem happy or nothing like that. They were serious engagements from the looks of it.”

“Thank you for your help, Mr. Di Thomas.” The two men started for the door. The old teacher stood to see them out. “Have a good evening.”

“Thank you, you too.” The older man closed the screen door. “Hope you find her!”

Di Thomas breathed a heavy sigh of relief. He watched the police enter their car and drive away from the front window. They had given him his test and he had passed it, therefore they didn’t suspect a thing. He paraded down the hall to Jody’s room humming a melodic tune. As he unlocked the door and opened it, all he could think about were the beautiful things he could with Jody from this point on. She didn’t trust him one bit. If untied completely she would more than likely run away. He’d have to work on that.

He contemplated on the idea of feeding her beers till she was too wasted to fight back, then remove her bonds and take her. Jody was never into it whenever they made love. It was forced and involuntary. It still felt good but he knew it could be better if she were having fun too. He wanted them to be a couple, man and wife, not kidnapper and hostage.

Di Thomas flicked on the light with a smile plastered to his face. Jody was still hanging where he’d left her just as quiet as a little mouse. Her head was down with her hair in front of her face, probably crying. She hadn’t bothered to look up when he entered. That was okay. Their relationship would have plenty of time to grow.

The forty-five year old man danced up to his precious property and looked up into her face. “We did it my love. They’re gone now. I’m not a suspect.”

He stared into her face, finding her eyes in between the strands of golden hair. They didn’t move, they didn’t blink, they didn’t water. She didn’t even flinch when he touched her face. Di Thomas wondered if it was her idea of a joke to get him scared. If it was, it was working. He gave her forehead a push. It went back a bit and flopped back down into her chest, her eyes still locked in a frozen gaze.

Di Thomas ran over to the handle and lowered her to the floor. Her legs simply curled under her. He removed her from the hook and laid her on the bed.

“Jody? Come on.” He whispered, slapping at her face lightly. “Please come on. This isn’t funny.”

Desperately, he pulled the tape from her mouth. She didn’t react. Part of the elastic string dangled from the edge of her lips. Di Thomas pulled it expecting it to come out easily but it did not. He opened her jaw a little wider and pulled again. The gag ball was lodged too deep into her throat. Eventually the string snapped off and broke. Di Thomas stared at it with his mouth hung open. He crawled over her and shook her again violently.

“Jody?!” he called, pausing a moment for a response. Her head just fell back against the bed, her eyes now fixated on the ceiling. “Jody please! Wake up!”

His face twisted with sadness as his emotions worked up a ragged sob, and then a few more. He dug his fingers into her mouth but could not reach the intruding object. He stroked the length of her throat slowly, feeling the hard lump just under her the part where her neck met her chin.

Di Thomas buried his face into the side of his arms, squeezing his eyes shut. His body started to tremble and his face colored with red. Salty tears and sweat mixed and made his face and cheeks shine with stress. He cried openly and cradled her to his chest while he silently prayed to her for forgiveness. This wasn’t supposed to happen. He never wanted to hurt her, she wasn’t meant to die, not because of anything he did to her. He kissed her forehead and brushed her hair back. He stared into her empty eyes that alone seemed to curse his existence before wiping his fingers across them. Then they were shut.

The old school teacher didn’t bother to sleep that night. Instead he lounged in the livingroom seated in his favorite chair watching infomercial programs and late night television. His face and shirt were soiled with liquor and vomit. He offered some to the corpse sprawled out on the couch across the room. No response came of course, meaning to him that she wasn’t a heavy drinker. She did not protest and she did not struggle when he ravaged her the first time, nor did she complain during the second. Her angelic face remained in the same pose of everlasting sleep.

Di Thomas slumped in his chair and sang to himself in a language that only he could understand till he finally passed out. He did not wake till late in the afternoon. The answering machine light had been flashing for hours. He’d missed work. Di Thomas could care less. He rubbed his sore temples as he got up and went into the bathroom to take a leak. When the pain stopped, he took a shower and got dressed.

Jody’s body hadn’t moved an inch.

He flicked on the television and turned to the news. The current report was about Jody’s friends and family sending out flyers and posting missing ads all over the city with her picture. The media spoked to her best friend and then a boy who described his true feeling for the missing teen.

“I never realized how much I loved her till this.” The seventeen-year old said. “I miss her so much. I just want her to come back so I can tell her that.”

Di Thomas guessed that was the kid responsible for taking Jody’s virginity. The little bastard.

As much as he wanted to keep her with him forever, it was impossible. Sooner or later her corpse would go bad and he’d have to deal with the after effects of death. He didn’t have the knowledge nor the expertise to preserve her body for future use. He had to get rid of her.

The following evening he wrapped her body in the comforter from the bed, being sure to carefully arrange her bound wrists neatly on her lap. He could tell that her joints were already on the verge of locking themselves. He gave her a long look and a kiss on her pale face before covering her up.

Di Thomas turned out the lights all over the house and quietly backed the beat-up old van on the lawn to the front door. The night was almost as cold as Jody’s body. It had to be around 1am. Everyone in the neighborhood was a working individual and more than likely fast asleep. He scanned the streets many times before he felt it was safe enough to carry Jody’s corpse into the back of the van. There were no cars, no people, only the high-pitched tune of hidden crickets. He locked the front door and climbed into the drivers seat.

He gently twisted the key into the starter and hoped it would return the favor of silence. The engine roared to life too loud for Di Thomas’s taste. An hour earlier it would have woken up a nosey couple across the street. Too exhausted from their nightly activities, they never stirred once. Di Thomas carefully drove the van out of the driveway, leaving the headlights off. Just as he was about to continue down the road, he saw a car coming up ahead. He pulled next to the curb and waited, hoping they would turn at the next intersection. They didn’t.

Di Thomas turned off the motor and watched.. As the vehicle got closer, he recognized it as Sam’s black BMW. He ducked down into the passengers seat quickly and listened.

The BMW turned into his neighbors driveway. Sam and his wife stepped out of the car dressed in formal evening wear. Obviously they had gone to an other business party. Di Thomas hoped they were too full of wine to wonder why his van was not in the garage. Luckily for him, the other man thought about it for all of two seconds before wrapping an arm around his wife and guiding her inside the house.

Di Thomas peeked up to make sure the coast was clear. He started the engine quickly and sped down the street in case he neighbor got the urge to look out of the window. His mind raced for a solution. How was he going to get rid of her? Where? The beach was too obvious. Bodies practically washed up everyday on the coast. The more decayed her body was the less likely the police were too link her death to him.

The farther away she was found from him, the better. The sewers came to mind, but someone would more than likely see him stuffing her body down a drain. He thought about burying her. He’d seen news repots where dogs found corpses and even newborn babies buried in a shallow graves all over the state. It wasn’t a bad idea but where to put her so some mangy K-9 wouldn’t discover her for at least a few months.

The old mans eyes fell on a blinking red light on top of a radio tower perched high on a mountain.

Perfect.

Di Thomas drove a good hour or two before he realized that he didn’t have a shovel or anything with him to dig with. Somehow he’d have to improvise. As he got higher on the mountain, the road trickled off into a single lane going both ways. Eventually it started to wind its way upward.

Di Thomas looked at the clock. It was a little after 3am. He felt a headache start to pulsate in his temple. He tried to ignore it and shake it off but it only made it worse. He kept on driving, thinking about what he would have to do when he got home. There was so much to clean up, so much to do. He had to make it as if though nothing had happened. He’s also have to do something with the back room. The guys thought he was remodeling. It would be suspicious if he didn’t have anything done after such a long time.

Slowly, his thoughts drifted back to Jody and the times they shared. He’d had so many plans for the both of them. When she was under his control, he was going to quit his job, take his life savings and move to Mexico with her. There they would spend their lives together as a married couple. Why did she have to be so defiant all the time. If only she would not scream every time someone else was near, there would be no need for the gag ball. She wouldn’t be dead right now. They’d be home, making sweet love all night.

“All you had to do was listen, Jody.” He hit the dashboard with his fists and started to sob. “Why? Why didn’t you listen? I loved you so much.”

“I hated you.” Came a female voice from the back of the van.

Di Thomas snapped his head up and adjusted his rear view mirror. Jody was standing fully erect behind him. Her skin and lips were still pale and blue and her eyes had no whites. They stared back at him angrily.

“And I still do.” She finished.

Di Thomas gasped. He turned his body completely around to look back. He could hear his heartbeat thumping in his ears.

“You’re alive?” He cried as he turned.

He looked back expecting to see Jody but she was not there. Her body was still tucked neatly into the comforter that he’d brought her in. The inside of the van lit up with blinding white lights. Di Thomas turned around and saw a pair of bright circles coming straight at him. He suddenly realized that he’d drifted into the opposite lane toward a semi-trailer and swerved. The van skidded across the street and finally hit the guard rail.

It rolled over the rail and toppled down the side of the cliff.

Fortunately for the investigators, the van did not explode nor burn. They retrieved Di Thomas’s broken body from the front seat, only held up by his seat belt. A curious officer circled around the back and lifted one of the broken rear doors. The first thing that caught his attention was not the comforter, but the feet hanging out at the end.

“Sir?” He said uneasily. “I think you better take a look at this.”

The head investigator walked around back and looked inside. He drew in a quick breath then sighed.

“Looks like John Doe had something to hide,” he muttered, referring to Di Thomas.

He put on his rubber gloves and climbed into the torn vehicle. From the shape of the feet, he could already tell it was a girl. But who? The other officers gathered around to watch. The investigator gradually peeled the comforter away from her face, prepped for a smell. Jody still looked as she did when she died only her beautiful skin had taken on a bluish coloring. The wreck didn’t seem to cause any damage to her body at all.

“She’s been dead for a couple days, maybe less.” He observed. Then he looked a little closer before coming to realization. “Oh my god.”

“What?” The officer asked innocently.

“This is the Gribble’s girl. The one missing from town.”

“My lord.” Someone else said.

“Call HQ and tell ‘em to call of their search and bring in her folks.” He said tracing the noticeable lump in her throat with his finger tips. “They need to know first.”

Di Thomas was later identified by the license plate number on the van. They searched his house and found the room containing pornography and finally the room Jody had been kept in for several weeks. The medical examiner discovered the gag ball lodged into Jody’s throat and announced her cause of death as asphyxiation. They knew from the marks on her wrists and ankles that she had been tied up most of the time. They found saliva, urine, and semen on various areas of her body. All of it was linked to Di Thomas. The bed covers, including the one she was wrapped in was completely soiled with bodily fluids. Police found more of it in the living room and could only imagine the things Jody had to go through during her stay. They figured that he killed her shortly after the police arrived in fear.

The neighborhood was shocked and appalled to discover that they lived next door to a kidnapper and rapist. Dave Di Thomas a rapist? No one ever believed he was capable of doing such a thing. Rape. Kidnaping. Things like that just didn’t happen in places like this. Everyone was good. There were no loud parties, no rude neighbors, no gangs. All the children and teenagers were well-behaved. It was always quiet. It was an up-scale neighborhood, so the news said, with middle class folk. It was unbelievable to see one of their own fall to such a level.

No one felt more responsible than Sam and Ronny. The reporters were quick to talk to them after the police had gotten to them of course.

“I went over Dave’s house lots of times. Once I thought I heard a girl’s voice but I wasn’t sure. I didn’t know it was her. I never knew.” He said shaking his head and looking down in thought. “I never knew.”

“The guys all decided to crash at Dave’s house one evening to watch a game. I heard something...someone moving around in the back room.” Ronny paused a moment, tears visibly welding up in his eyes. He looked away to hide it. “Dave said it was raccoons. It never occurred to me that it could be Jody... I put my ear right up to the damn door. We could’ve saved her...I could’ve saved her...”