Operation Violation: Chapter Four

Ray went into his living room and sat on the floor, still very much naked as he took a breather. These girls were going to wear him out before the day was even up. He looked outside; it was starting to get dark. Their parents would start looking for them, maybe. It was summer and they were most likely on school vacation, so that wasn’t much of an issue. No one really knew that Ray lived here, save for his friends . . .

At that thought, he suddenly had an idea. He grabbed his phone and made three phone calls. When he was finished with them, he grinned to himself. He was brilliant!

He went to the kitchen to grab himself some coffee and a sandwich, trying to gain back some energy. Those girls had worn him out…well, almost.

He knew what he wanted to do next; he made his way back to Ashleigh and began to untie her. She looked at him, completely scared out of her mind.

“Come on sweetie,” he coaxed. He picked her up. She didn’t struggle, worn out, sore, and terrified. “You’re first.” He placed her in bathtub and grabbed a wash cloth. Her makeup ran down her cheeks, smeared around her eyes. He lips were swollen; his cum drying slowly on her face. Streaks of red ran down her inner thighs as well as his and her cum. He turned the water on and essentially, bathed her. He washed her face, shampooed her hair, and gently rubbed away the blood and body fluids. When she was rinsed off, he dried her, brushed her hair, and hugged her close.

“You’re very beautiful,” he murmured, running his hands through her damp hair. “I can take care of you. It can be like this, always.” Ashleigh was silent, letting Ray tell her his sick thoughts. “Come on now, follow me.” He took her by the hand and led her through his house to a door that locked from the outside. He opened it, revealing a long staircase into darkness. It smelled wet and cold. It led to the basement.

Cold terror filled Ashleigh’s veins. She knew that if she went down there, she’d never see her family again. She froze and struggled to wretch her hand free from his grasp. The attempt was futile; Ray wrapped his arms around her and dragged her down the stairs. Once at the bottom of the landing, he flipped the lights on.

Ashleigh almost fainted in shock at what she saw. The walls were bare brick; the floors were concrete in places and white plush carpet in others. The flickering fluorescent lights above lit the basement sparsely. There were two doors to the left hand side. As far as Ashleigh could tell, there was only one window and it was boarded shut.

There were two z-racks of clothing off to the side, a two-drawer dresser, and a full-length mirror. A vanity was next to that, with all the makeup a teenage girl could ask for. A twin bed with pink and white bedding sat in the other corner, a bookcase of unmarked VHS and DVDs next to a small TV. It almost looked like a bedroom. Ashleigh was confused.

“You like it?” It hit her. It was a bedroom. “Go ahead and get dolled up. I’ll be back to check on you in a bit.” He winked at her and bolted back upstairs. She heard the lock click behind him. She fell to the floor and began to sob.

Back upstairs, Ray gathered up his jeans and slipped them on.