More talking I did not understand inside, the scrape of a bolt being drawn, and then Wendy’s voice. “Come in David, with your hands up and close the door behind you. Do not say anything except to answer questions.”
I opened the door, stepped in and then closed it behind me. I put my hands back up as another instruction was whispered in one language and translated by Wendy, somewhere in the darkness.
“Lock the door, David.” Wendy sounded tired.
I locked the door and turned to face the dark room, not able to make out much in the gloom. There were a couple of windows up at the roof level but my eyes were yet to adjust.
More whispering then “Stand still, do not move or talk no matter what she does.”
I nodded my understanding and a small figure with a very large gun approached. Louisa would have been about five foot three and very slight. She could easily have been mistaken for a child except for the menacing assault rifle. She motioned me to turn around and I did. Louisa then checked me for weapons, running a hand around my waist, under my arms and up and down my arms and legs. I thought it was good I had not come armed, as Jeff had suggested. Her final check was my groin and she took my cock in her hand and gave it a squeeze. I jumped a bit but said nothing, although plenty of questions came to mind.
Louisa stepped back and again the relayed instruction with Wendy saying, “Go and sit in the chair David.”
I tuned around and could vaguely make out a chair in the middle of the room. I went to it and sat, Louisa faded into the shadows behind me.
Then Wendy started talking.
“David, I have been talking to Louisa and the only way out for me is to give her a way out too.”
“No worries…” I started.
“Shhh. Do not talk, it makes her nervous and that thing is loaded.” Said Wendy quickly. As my eyes adjusted I saw Wendy was in front of me, sitting on a bed with her hands behind her back, tied up I guessed. Louisa was behind me somewhere. I decided not to talk.
“Louisa is Carlo’s cousin but does not agree with the family business. She wanted out but that is not the way they do things and Carlo has told Louisa’s father he will marry her this week. She does not want to marry him, as he is very cruel and violent. Carlo will punish her family if she runs away with us so the only solution is to make her unsuitable to marry, obviously against her will.”
How, I was thinking do we disfigure her? Do we…
“For her to marry Carlo she must be pure, a virgin,” Wendy said, “to make her unsuitable you must rape her.”
Oh fuck, I thought, what the hell am I getting in to now?
“It has to be obviously brutal, no taking it easy on her, because she wants to be honest when she tells her family how she was forced. To do this we will act out an entry to the building and all instructions will be from me in English, which she cannot understand.”
So many questions I thought.
“You have to answer yes now to say you will do it. If you say yes it must be a promise to me you will go through with it. If you say no she will shoot us both. There is no other way. What is your answer?”
There was no other choice.
“Yes.” I said with a waver in my voice. At my age I was going to become a rapist.
“Get up and go out the door. Give me a short time after I bolt it the tap on the door and call me.”
I did as Wendy said and when I called her I heard the thump of a heavy hit. Moments later the bolt slid aside and I went back in. Wendy’s hands were cuffed but were now in front of her. Louisa was laid out on the floor.
“Cuff keys in her pocket.” Wendy said.
I picked up the dazed Louisa and lay her on the bed. She was wearing military type fatigues and in a front trouser pocket I found the key. As I unlocked the cuffs Louisa started moaning.
“Hit her.” Said Wendy.
I hit her, a slap across the face.
“No,” said Wendy, “hit her hard like you hate her.”
Louisa was lying on the bed, moaning and I punched her hard in the jaw.
“Good, that’s better,” Wendy said firmly, rubbing her wrists, “now rape her, violently.”
I looked at Louisa, bleeding from the lip and trembling and turned to Wendy.
“You must,” She said, “you promised and I promised.” She picked the rifle up from the floor and pointed it at Louisa, saying something I did not understand.
I reached to the fatigues and tore the shirt open, buttons flying, exposing a large gold cross between small naked breasts. Be rough, I thought and squeezed the surprisingly long nipples tight as Louisa winced at the contact. I leaned down and bit firmly on her tits, drawing blood in one place and leaving marks that would become bruises in others.
“Good.” Wendy said.
Louisa moaned in pain and I hit her again. Without being told.
“Shut up,” I said, as viciously as I could make it, “or it will be harder on you.”
I reached down to her waist and unbuttoned her pants. Louisa tried to push my hands away but stopped as Wendy held the rifle to her body. I ripped the fly open and pulled her pants down and off roughly. Her shoes came off at the same time. Louisa lay on the bed, eyes wide and trembling as I reached down to her underwear, a pair of small white panties. I grabbed them and pulled.
In stories they would have ripped off but these must have been industrial strength undies because I couldn’t tear them. I tried, but just could not do it. I could just pull them down, I thought, but did not want to let them beat me. I tugged and pulled lifting Louisa off the bed at times but they wouldn’t budge. Wendy finally got sick of watching and handed me a knife. I cut the super pants off and Louisa lay naked in front of me, her legs tight together, her dark pubic hair a smudge on pale coffee skin.
Louisa whimpered as I ran the back of the knife blade along her throat, down over her tits, over the flat smooth stomach to her crutch and then down her slit.
“Open.” I said motioning the meaning of the word.
She shook her head.
I slowly cut her stomach, just deep enough to draw blood. She would have screamed out loud if Wendy had not covered her mouth.
“Open.” I said again and Louisa spread her legs slowly.
“Good.”
I looked at this young, pretty girl, barely twenty I guessed, spread on front of me, bleeding from the mouth, a tit and her stomach and wondered what the hell could be worse for her than this.
I looked at Wendy. “Are you sure…?” I asked.
Wendy looked at Louisa who gave her a tiny nod.
“Do it.” Wendy said.