The
door flies open. The TERRORIST wearing a face mask, carries
MELODY over his
shoulder into his lair. He dumps her on the hard wood floor.
She looks at her attacker
with fear as he stands over her. She's in a gray blouse, gray
skirt, nude pantyhose
and black high heels. Melody's a high security agent who has
a secret code to a dirty
bomb intended for the enemies of the US. He wants it. Her
attacker ignores her moans
of fear and forces a rag over her nose and mouth. She struggles
fiercely, kicking and
squirming until her body falls limp. Her heels are removed
and put aside. He then
positions her body under a chain hoist with a horizontal bar
attached to it. He binds
her hands and upper arms to the bar, then slowly pulls the
chain, lifting her body
first into a sitting position, then fully erect, her body
dangling, her feet just
barely touching the ground.
The
terrorist places a strip of duct tape tightly against her
mouth, then indulges
himself by standing behind her, fondling her full breasts
and pushing his pelvis
against her gorgeous fanny. He unzips her skirt and pulls
it down to her ankles.
Melody writhes in protest while her attacker slides his hands
along her calves,
thighs, and between her legs, then up to her breasts. He pulls
out a knife and runs
it between her breasts, then appears in front of her and uses
the knife to slice
through her full slip from the hem upwards. Melody is terrified
but is helpless as
the Terrorist cuts the slip straps away, revealing her full
breasts in her lacy bra.
Methodically, he slices through her blouse and slip, able
to fully remove the torn
clothing from her body. He freely fondles her breasts, removing
each from the lace
cups revealing her dark, taught, nipples.
Like
a seasoned hunter, the Terrorist wields his knife again, cutting
away her
pantyhose, leaving her suspended in a bra and white cotton
panties. With one stroke,
he slices through her panties, revealing her silky black-trimmed
region. Melody has
no opportunity to be modest and her attacker fondles her openly.
Again, he takes a
wad of cloth and places it over her face. Although she resists,
Melody cannot avoid
it, and she slumps in her attacker's arms. She moans quietly,
slowly opening her eyes
and she finds consciousness. She's stunned to find herself
completely nude and tied
to an old gyno table. Her feet are elevated and bound to the
cold steel stirrups. Her
thighs are also bound and secured to the side of the apparatus,
forcing her legs open.
Her wrists are tied and secured over her head, her mouth forced
shut with duct tape.
From
another room, the Terrorist appears with a TOY. Despite the
bright green color,
its shape is a perfectly rendered and detailed penis. Melody's
muffled screams go
unheard as her attacker moves between her legs. He takes his
time, enjoying this
opportunity. He fondles her breasts while sliding the TOY
against her. He pulls his
mask down far enough so is mouth is available to lick and
suck her erect nipples.
He uses lubricant and freely applies it to the TOY and to
Melody.
Then, her real torture begins.
Her
squeals of fear and excitement culminate as she shivers and
spasms with ecstatic
contractions, her stiff arched body now slumped back on the
bench. Without warning,
the Terrorist stuffs another rag over her nose and duct taped
mouth. She wakes on a
black leather couch, still completely nude. She covers herself
when she sees the
Terrorist sitting in a chair across a low table. He aggressively
motions for her to
take the seat opposite him, still without muttering a single
word. Covering herself
as best she can with her hands, she shyly takes the seat.
The Terrorist shoves a note
across the table. It reads, "GIVE US THE CODE".
Despite all that's happened to her,
Melody's only reply is "No! Never!" He pauses, then
deliberately slides a file across
the table to her and opens it.
Melody
looks at pages and pages of photos of her being bound, gagged
and masturbated
with the TOY. She reacts with fear and shock. An evil glint
is evident in the eyes of
her assailant. He once again puts the note in front of her.
Melody relents and writes
the code on the notepad. The Terrorist takes it, picks up
what's left of her clothes
and tosses them into her face as he exits, leaving Melody
alone, shamed and crying in
the room, knowing she's compromised the security of her office,
and that of the entire
country.
