Jimmy

by Malmborg, William

  Tina returned the smile and allowed him to walk her back to the house. Once there he kissed her goodbye, a long passionate kiss that left her warm and tingly, and watched her go inside.

  Once inside Tina went to the window and watched him walk away, her mind curious why he took a right from her house as opposed to a left, but then decided maybe he wanted to enjoy some time to himself with more walking - though if he was like her, he was really sore from the afternoon activities - and went into her room.

  Her eyes stumbled upon the condom which hadn’t made it into the waste bucket, and picked it up, her mind once again thinking about what they had done and how wonderful it had been.

  He is a great guy.

  She wrapped herself in thoughts about him and climbed back into bed.

  * * *

  Jimmy didn’t head home right away because he knew Alan would be there by now and didn’t want to walk in just to leave a second later. Originally he had planned on heading to the fallout shelter that night, but now wanted to get it over with, especially given how suspicious his activity around the Hood place would be if caught near dark again.

  They probably will be suspicious of me now as well if I’m caught over there again.

  This was why he had decided to head back toward the school rather than straight to the Hood place, that way he could cut through the woods all the way there. It was an easy and well known path, but one that would be completely hidden by the road, and therefore it was doubtful any law enforcement types would see him. He also doubted there would be any people on the trail, the idea that they could disappear next keeping them from going into places like the forest, which was perfect for him.

  What am I going to do with them?

  The question had been bouncing around ever since he and Tina had walked back from the sandwich shop. A part of him just wanted to kill the girls and get rid of them like he had the bondage videos. Another part knew this wasn’t a good idea because he would grow desperate again - unless Tina was into the bondage stuff as well.

  But would that be enough to stifle the cravings?

  The idea of her willingly allowing him to tie her up was very appealing, but at the same time he liked the idea of a girl being helpless. Still, there was something to be said about the enthusiasm Tina had showed today and how powerful his pleasure had been because of it. Samantha and Megan did not show enthusiasm like that. They didn’t care about making him enjoy himself, and probably never would.

  Unless I train them to only think about my pleasure.

  Was that even possible?

  Could he turn them into sex slaves whose only goal in life was to make him happy?

  Could he get them to the point where he could leave the door open and they would not flee - only in theory because he would never be stupid enough to risk it?

  Or should I just kill them and end it?

  In his mind he saw them both hanging from their necks, their faces turning red while their legs kicked, painful chocked gasps escaping their lips. From reading stories online (the Internet was full of Breath Play sites) he also knew that their pussies would get really tight when doing this, so if he was inside them at the time, it would feel great.

  The idea turned him on even though he had already ejaculated that day and if the walk through the woods had been a closely contested race his erection would be what people looked at during a photo finish.

  If I hang Samantha from her neck would Megan give me a blowjob to save her life?

  Having felt how wonderful it was for a girl to suck on his dick, something that he had been fantasizing about for years, he now craved it again and wanted to see what it was like to cum in their mouth. He wanted to watch them taste his cum and swish it between their lips before finally swallowing it.

  In his mind he watched as Tina rolled the condom onto him and slipped him inside of her, her fingers at first having trouble getting him positioned properly, but then finally finding the tiny opening, which swallowed him up. It had felt wonderful, but not as pleasurable as the lips and hands, yet for some reason he had cum quickly while inside of her. He didn’t know why this was.

  Up ahead the trees started to clear as the Hood house drew near. Jimmy slowed down and approached the place cautiously, his eyes and ears wanting to make sure no one was present before he made himself visible.

  All seemed quiet.

  Still, being as cautious as possible, he stepped off the path and crept through the woods until he was right in line with the shed and then emerged from the trees, thereby cutting down the risk that someone would just happen to walk by and see him.

  * * *

  Megan had been in a sort of daze when the door finally opened later that afternoon - what had seemed like an eternity after peeing on herself - her mind and body unable to stay focused for long periods of time due to her unbearable and drawn out situation. She had also wasted quite a bit of energy being angry at Samantha shortly after peeing on herself, the disgust at her actions having gotten the better of her and the spearhead of her anger, her feelings being that had Samantha untied the ropes with her mouth like Megan had suggested then she wouldn’t have had to pee on herself again. Samantha hadn’t fought back, but that wasn’t needed, because Megan’s mind had played both sides and berated her for failing into Jimmy’s trap to begin with and for not making the call to her father when she had the chance.

  It was the latter mistake, her failure to call, that shamed her the most, not just because it would have ended their ordeal, but because it could, in reality, have been one of those rare life and death moments, one which she had fucked up. It wasn’t even her life that she thought about, but Samantha’s. If her friend died, and by the looks of it, that moment wasn’t very far away, she would be responsible. Not ‘trigger pulling’ responsible, but responsible nonetheless.

  Pissing all over herself would be her redemption, but only if it spurred Samantha into action. If not . . .

  Megan didn’t want to think about what would happen if that became the reality. If she killed Jimmy, and Samantha still stayed in her coma like condition, then they would both die.

  These thoughts weren’t present when Jimmy finally did enter, but they hadn’t disappeared either. Instead it had simply embedded itself into her.

  Jimmy grimaced at the smell of the room.

  Megan didn’t know if it was because of the freshly dried pee on her leg and the floor, or just the standard ‘two people living down here’ smell that he had attempted to clean away this morning.

  The question was answered quickly.

  “Did she piss herself again?” Jimmy asked and nodded toward Samantha.

  “No,” Megan said, her eyes looking toward the floor as if in shame. “I did.”

  Jimmy looked at her leg. “Why didn’t you use the bucket?” There was anger in his voice, though something else seemed to soften it. She didn’t know what though.

  “I - ” she started.

  “God damn, I left it there so you two wouldn’t make me clean you like this every fucking day!”

  “I’m sorry,” Megan shouted, tears somehow falling from her eyes. “I forgot about the bucket. I’m so tired from standing here like this. I’m - ” she briefly wonder if whining this much would get her punished “ - can you please clean it off. I won’t do it again, I promise.”

  Jimmy stared at her for several seconds.

  “I’m going to make sure you keep that promise because I think you peed on yourself just to keep me from fucking you, but it isn’t going to work. From now on I’m going to fuck you every time I come down here no matter how disgusting you make yourself.” With that he went into the back to grab the wash cloth he had set on the sink to dry this morning, wetted it, and returned.

  Heart racing, Megan waited for him to get down and start cleaning the leg.

  One chance at this!

  Jimmy took the cold wash cloth and started rubbing her leg, his hand purposely pressing hard while the other held the leg in place.


  For a moment Megan feared he would keep hold of the leg the entire time, but then he started to kneel to get at her ankle and let go.

  Now!

  Her limp body sprang into action, her legs quickly hooking Jimmy by his throat and pulling him directly into her groin.

  * * *

  One moment Jimmy was leaning forward to clean off Megan’s foot, the next she had her legs wrapped around his throat, choking him, his mouth pressed right into her exposed pussy, his lips gasping for air.

  It happened really fast, so fast that Jimmy couldn’t even really evaluate the situation. Instead he just reacted, his hands trying desperately to pull her legs free. Unfortunately, despite his strength, his arms were no match for her thighs, even in her weakened state, and the more he pulled the tighter they seemed to become, almost as if she were fighting his attempt by squeezing harder.

  Without thought his fingernails plunged into the flesh of her legs and sliced toward the ground, his nails like a farm tractor tearing up packed in dirt.

  Megan screamed but didn’t let go.

  Jimmy felt her flesh curled beneath his nails as it ripped free, but still her legs would not loosen.

  A fuzzy darkness began to appear around the edges of his vision. At the same time he heard his own lips trying to suck in air, but getting nothing but pussy hair and sweaty fluids.

  “Die you bastard!” Megan cried.

  Her legs got even tighter.

  He tried punching her in the kidneys but couldn’t muster enough force. From there he tried reaching up toward her eyes but couldn’t make it.

  Her legs continued to squeeze and suddenly the darkness because to cloud his entire vision span.

  His arms flailed around looking for something, for anything, but finding nothing.

  The darkness got thicker.

  His lungs screamed for air.

  He continued to flail his arms.

  Up above he heard laughter.

  A horrible dry gasp echoed from his lips.

  Urine flooded his pants.

  This was it, he was about to go -

  His knuckles crashed into something hard, something that PINGED! when he hit it. Without any thought he grabbed the object by the thin handle and swung it upward.

  * * *

  “Die you bastard!” Megan cried, her lips working without her mind processing anything, her only real focus being her legs and keeping them tight despite the pain in her wrists - pain that was intensified because Jimmy was adding weight to her body.

  An eerie laughter followed one that she never realized was her own.

  Jimmy’s struggles started to cease.

  She had no idea how long she had been holding him like this, but knew to hold on for a long time, even after he blacked out because he could be faking.

  To emphasize this she squeezed her legs harder and harder, her mind thinking this would be much easier if his neck would just break. The added force within her muscles inflamed the cuts his nails had made and caused more blood to well up, but she didn’t care. Later, once she was free, those scratches would be minor annoyances, ones that failed to cloud her happiness.

  Something came toward her, something big.

  She tried twisting out of the way at the last second but couldn’t and felt everything flee her mind as the object crashed into her face, her nose audibly crunching beneath it as the object pulped the cartilage, a heavy THUNCK! bouncing back and forth within her skull, scrambling her brain.

  She felt her legs loosen even as her mind tried to hold them in place.

  A second blow landed.

  Blackness followed.

  * * *

  Jimmy fell to the floor after the second blow, his left knee and right ankle tangling together and soaking up most of the landing. The metal bucket followed him down, its impact echoing through the small room as it was ripped from his fingers and sent bouncing across the cement.

  For a moment he knelt where he had landed, his mind and body trying to focus, but then a foot came into view and crashed into his face - not hard, but enough to knock him off balance - and sent him scurrying away, his left knee screaming each time it pushed off from the floor.

  The heavy metal door stopped his retreat, and rather than standing up and fleeing the room Jimmy flopped over onto his side, closed his eyes and gulped in one giant lungful of air after another.

  He lay there for a long time, his mind barely able to comprehend what had just happened, his only focus being the ability to breath again, the sting of the air on his raw throat a welcome pain because it meant he was still alive.

  You have survived every escape attempt.

  Jimmy thought about this for a few seconds but then let it fade from his mind. Later the observation would return and when it did he would really wonder about it, but now all he cared about was laying back and taking the deep breaths. Nothing else mattered.

  * * *

  Oh God! Tina thought to herself while watching the video Brett had given her, her eyes having not expected to see what they saw, her fingers franticly trying to find the MUTE button so her mother would not hear the screams that echoed from the screen.

  Disgust quickly followed and drove her fingers toward the STOP button.

  Wait.

  She continued to watch, a strange fascination coming over her as the scene unfolded.

  A moment later she turned it off, the disgust having returned. Anger followed and for a few minutes she actually considered heading over to Brett’s place and demanding to know why he had given her the tape.

  The darkening skies outside stopped her in her tracks. Why risk ending up like the other two missing girls because of a stupid tape?

  Why does Brett have tapes like this?

  The pig had said they belonged to Jimmy, but that probably was a lie, one designed to hurt Jimmy because that seemed to be Brett’s main goal in life.

  Besides, if they belonged to Jimmy how would Brett have known about them? It didn’t make sense. Instead Brett was probably the one who owned the tape and realized he could use it against Jimmy. However, if he owned tapes like this that probably meant he was interested in this - or someone he knew was - and if he was interested in seeing it on screen it only made sense he would be interested in seeing it in real life too.

  The first scene from the video appeared in her mind, one which showed two girls in a dark dungeon, one in a cage, the other standing with her wrists chained to the wall. After a few seconds a leather clad man in a black mask walked in and started ripping the clothes off of the girl chained to the wall, the girl in the cage forced to watch as he then sexually molested her. Finished with her, the man had left her dangling in her chains and went over to the one in the cage, who fought like a cat at the vet to stay inside, but was eventually ripped free and dragged kicking and screaming to a table where she was locked down, stretched and raped. The faces of the girls in her mind were different than the ones who had been on screen. The faces in her mind belonged to Samantha King and Megan Reed. And the man in the mask, well, that was obviously Brett Murphy.

  You should give this tape to the sheriff and tell him Brett gave it to you.

  She remembered the look the sheriff had had when taking in Scott after he had followed her into the school yesterday and knew he would probably be even more aggressive with Brett once he saw the video. At the same time she wondered if the video really was connected with the two girls disappearing and if it really was Brett’s.

  What if it does belong to Jimmy?

  But how would Brett have gotten his hands on it?

  Unfortunately this didn’t push the idea away completely, and even worse it kept interfering with her thoughts on what the two had done this afternoon. Rather than relishing the recent memory, some of which she could still almost feel on her skin, she kept seeing Jimmy yank her from the bed and pull her into the dungeon of the video; one where he ravaged her like the man in the video had done to the girl in chains.

  Tina shivered.

&nbs
p; The horrible vision would not leave. In fact, the more she tried to push it away the more determined it seemed to become and not only did it recreate what the two had done in a dungeon like setting, it added several more scenes as well, scenes that she would never in a million years want to take part in and felt herself growing sick just thinking about.

  * * *

  Jimmy didn’t remember falling asleep, nor did he know what time it was when he woke later. He also didn’t care, his only real thought being the pain as he tried to move, his neck and back feeling as if he had spent days on the concrete floor rather than whatever short amount of time he had actually been asleep.

  What if it was days! his mind cried. What if you missed the dance and everyone is looking for you?

  Jimmy shook the thought away while standing up and looked over at Samantha and Megan. The last image he had of them had been the lifeless poses each had succumbed too, Samantha on her knees with her head hanging down against her chest, the ropes seeming to barely hold her up, and Megan dangling from the ropes, the blow with the bucket having knocked her into unconsciousness so that her feet no longer supported her body and instead just acted like two flesh rudders as she slowly swayed back and forth, her weight never seeming to be able to settle in one spot.

  Is she still unconscious? Jimmy wondered and realized he should check.

  His neck protested the upward movement as Jimmy forced his body to its feet, his hands having to guide it up the door due to the dizzy spells that swirled the room.

  Once up he stood with his eyes closed for several seconds fighting everything that threatened to knock him back down, and then, once recovered, carefully walked across the room to check on Megan.

  Her back was too him.

  Jimmy took hold of her right arm, his hand slowly but forcefully twisting her around to face him.

  A gasp erupted, followed by the sound of the bucket once again bouncing across the floor as Jimmy backed away from the grisly image and tripped over it.

  The metal door stopped his fall, his poor elbow taking all his weight as he crashed into it, pain messages reaching the brain quickly along with the order to cry out.