Richard carried the woman down the steps to the bed below. He bound her arms first then her legs. After securing the ropes, he ran topside. It would take a few hours to get out to sea. Most of the day would be wasted, but he couldn't work on her this close to shore. Someone might hear.



No one had seen them leave port. He'd been careful to make sure they weren't observed. And if anyone had seen them, his boat's name and numbers were covered with tape and made to look different. He'd done that before he came into port. Later he would change them back.



He had plans, they were a bit scattered from the excitement of taking the woman so quickly. Usually he spent weeks researching his women. They became familiar to him, like a well-loved pet. He knew everything about his women before he ever approached them. This time he knew nothing of her.



The lack of knowledge scared and excited him. He should know more. By this time he would know her favorite color, her favorite food. Items to torture her with. If that ten o'clock appointment she mentioned would be a problem or something she could just blow off.



Typically, once he had the women below deck for a while they turned hungry then he would present their favorites. He remembered Amanda's reaction. He'd cooked chicken for her and gave her one bite. She'd wanted it so bad that she knelt on the ground and bowed before him, allowing him to take her without being tied down. That had been marvelous. Total subservience.



He wanted that again but didn't know which buttons to push with this girl. Hell, he didn't even know her name.

Once they had escaped most of the boat traffic he dropped anchor and went down the narrow stairs. He doubted that she had come around. This would give him time to do his deeds.



Richard grabbed his piercing equipment. This girl, by her looks and attitude, would be the type to have multiple rings and studs. He cut off her clothes, only nicking her once. A think trickle of blood beaded down her skin. He licked his lips, mesmerized by the blood. After a moment of pure bliss at seeing her bleed he pulled off the rest of her clothes and checked for hardware. Nothing.



Interesting, the girl was totally clean. No tattoos and no piercings hiding below the layers of clothes. He would fix that.



Fifteen rings and bars were set out, some longer than others. He caressed the equipment, thinking about the satisfaction he would feel at being her first. Well, for piercing at least.



He left the cabin to grab two fishhooks but thought better of it. He didn't want to injure himself once he started playing with the bitch, and he had some impressive plans for those titties. The fishhooks could come later after he had exhausted himself.



The woman moaned with the first prick of his needle gun. That hadn't even been the most painful spot. He wondered what she would do when he did her nipple bars.



He'd spent months dreaming about a vain bitch like this one. Someone who he could disfigure while he played. Sure, he could slice with a knife, but for women like this one, looks were the most important thing. He could tattoo her face later, something to make her ashamed. Maybe a big penis and balls tattooed across her cheeks, or a pussy drawn around her mouth. That would be fun.



He would take his time designing piercings and a tattoo. He would make her more beautiful by making her hideously ugly.

Copyright Sara Thacker 2011