Trail of tears part_3

The last couple days had been pretty eventful so my plans for the day were to just enjoy some rest and relaxation. I cleaned and washed bedding from the “dungeon” , though not actually a dungeon as I am not really into BDSM. My fetishes and tendencies tend to lean toward rape. I prefer my victims be of the younger variety. It has to be real, role play just don’t float my boat. Sometimes I target girls that are low on self esteem or are targets of bullying, I am the nice guy who lifts their spirits and grooms them right into bed. Other times blackmail and coercion is my preferred method. Other days the alpha male, grab her and fuck the shit out of her method is what I crave.

This house was built just for my twisted tendencies. The dungeon is actually a concrete bunker divided into two rooms. The bunker was built and buried a year or so before the house, while the hay was high and no one could see what was going on. All the walls, floors, and ceilings are three foot thick reenforced concrete, at least 12 feet underground. The house was built a year later on what appeared to be undisturbed ground, So the bunker is not in the drawings and not on file with the planning and zoning board. The different inspectors during the building process, nor the builder knew it was there. I had what the builder thought was a large storage room built adjacent to the kitchen which I would dig out converting it to a stairwell, with a door hidden by a well hidden false panel. One of the rooms is about 16′ by16′ with a king bed, a commode and sink in one corner, a chair, a small wall safe, and different implements and different furniture comes in and out as needed. There are various anchor points for restraining victims, and a drain in the floor for easy clean up. This room as well as the whole house and pool area is completely covered by high end audio and video surveillance. It is a jail cell of my own design. The second room is my personal bunker where all the houses camera feeds are recorded, as well as my office and shelter containing food, water, firearms, and general storage. Both rooms are secured by commercial vault doors with electronic locks.

I spent the morning editing the video from the last couple days so I could sell it. Between the videos, hay, my patents, my ability to retire at 40, and still consult on the occasional engineering job, I live very well.

The perverts of the world pay handsomely to see girls being deflowered in HD video. So today I took the latest videos into town, found myself a wi-fi hotspot so it couldn’t be traced to my house, and uploaded them to my TOR site. The payments are all in untraceable bitcoin.

I wasn’t on the prowl today as it was Saturday and the trail behind the house didn’t see much use on the weekends. But I am always prepared for contingencies.

I had just finished my uploads and eating my Ruben at the local cafe. I caught a glimpse of a rather attractive young lady walking across the street having just gotten off the daily Greyhound bus. She was about 5′ to 5’2” blonde hair pulled back in a pony tail, carrying a girlie looking backpack, she was obviously at least 18 to get a ticket and ride unaccompanied. She sat next to me at the counter and apologeticly grinned and said “Sorry this was the only stool besides that one down there and those guys down there look scarey.”

I laughed and said “No worries, The name here is Steve.”

“Jamie” she replied as she ordered a soda.

“Any thing to eat honey” said the waitress.

Jamie thumbed through a handful of change and declined.

This was the best kind of target, one that would never be missed, a runaway. They show up on buses from time to time. My plans of doing nothing today just went out the window.

“Pick something. It’s on me” I said pushing the menu over to her.

She acted surprised “Are you sure?”

“Go for it. Do you have a place to stay tonight? It is supposed to rain hard tonight, and it’s plain to me the predicament you’re in.”

“No…. I don’t have a place… I thought I would get farther, but I ran out of money.” She said as her food was set in front of her.

She immediately dug in, she had apparently not eaten in a day or so. We shared general banter back and forth, while she was eating. At one point she mentioned having a bad headache from not eating. Things could not have been going more perfect. When she was just about done eating I gave her a Goody’s headache powder out of the pack in my shirt pocket.

“Hear ya go, it tastes like shit but it will take care of that headache.”

“Oh thanks she replied.” She took it and washed it down with the last of her soda.

We gathered up our stuff and walked out to the truck to head home. Not even five minutes into the trip she was becoming incoherent, not realizing that the headache powder she had just taken was a rather heavy dose of ketamine. By the time we turned into the driveway she was out for the count.

I carried Jamie and her belongings in the house and down into the dungeon. I removed her clothes, leaving just her cartoon character panties and a frilly A cup bra. She was just so perfectly cute I had to take some close up high res pictures of her, perfect pale skin, blonde hair, I pulled her panties aside for a good shot of her hairless twat, and lifted her bra to expose her pretty pink nipples. I put her panties and bra back in place, put her on the bed, and secured the door. Leaving her to go search through her stuff , and save all the pictures, as her appearance would most likely change over the next few days or longer.

A search of her stuff turned up she was indeed a runaway, she was from a what appeared to be well off family judging by some photos. I took her cell down into the bunker where it wouldn’t get any signal, so it wouldn’t be traced, and downloaded all the info and pics off of it.