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The haul this time was great. It was a long drive back home, but I had 4 nice women tied up in the back of my van. One was a blue eyed busty blonde, she looked around mid 30's and had a bit of chunk to her but wasn't grossly fat. Her tits though were huge, like 'E' sized. The other blonde was a bottle blonde mid 20's and brown eyed. Slimmer, but still had a nice rack, at least D cups. The third was a brunette again with a nice large chest and the fourth was a busty red head that also had nice big fun bags.
My idea of pretending to be a photographer willing to pay well for pictures in search of busty women had worked well. I had lured 4 of them in, gassed them to put them to sleep, then tied them up and in the back of my van and I took off, making sure their purses / phones and anything in their pockets were left in the trash. A switch of license plates after I got out of that town and no one followed me. It turned out great.
Getting into my own town, three of the four were awake now, one was sobbing through her gag. Not a big deal. Getting home, I parked in the garage, shut the door, then tossed a gas bomb in the van, then went to get my home made stretcher. I let the gas to work for 15 minutes. They'd all be back out for another couple hours. Getting my own gas mask, I pulled them out one by one and took them down into the basement where I had five sound proof rooms. Once there, I stripped them of their clothes, got them on horizontal frames and tied arms apart low, their legs spread wide, bent at the knees and turned the frame mostly vertical.
Once they were all down and tied in place, I opened the garage door a foot and the van doors all the way open, then turned on the roof vent in the garage to vent the gas.
The first one I visited was the passed out red head. Like all big breasts, hers had some sag to them, but in a nice pear shape. Her body was also nice and sexy. I dropped my pants and fucked her as I fondled those large nippled tits. Groping and suckling on her nips, I thrust up hard in her and blew a load into her. YES, that was good. Here tits were natural and a bit saggy, but damn they felt nice.
Getting my rocks off, I went back up in the house and retrieved 4 constricting collars and the controls for each. Heading back down with my 'Tool kit', I went into the real blonde's room first. Nearly fully upright, her nipples were even with her belly button. Her tits sagged low, only the bottom portions were filled out, the weight of those jugs pulled the upper parts of her tits nearly flat and deflated with stretch marks. I put the collar on her and was setting up the controls when she groaned and moved her head. I turned the control for the collar on and went on to the next one.
The bottle blonde was also waking up. She was groggy when I put the collar on her but quickly came to her senses.
“What are you doing to me!” she asked loudly with a squeak of fear.
I told her, “The collar I just put on you is sonically controlled. You get too loud and it will choke you”
In a growl, she said, “Look asshole! Get me down from here and get my clothes or you will be very sorry!”
I grinned at her. “Wow, forceful aren't you. I have other things to do, be back in a while.” As I walked out, I heard her yell that was choked off. I turned to see her red-faced and struggling. “Kill yourself, I'll have fun with your body anyway.” I shut the door and went on.
The brunette was quiet when I went in. She only glared at me and said, “I'm married and I have two kids.”
“At least you got to reproduce,” I replied as I put her collar on.
“What will it take for you to let me go?” she asked in an even tone that was colored by anger.
I hefted her right breast. It had to be eight or ten pounds. Rounded and heavy. Her nips were also pruned up nice. “Give me your tits, and I'll let you go.”
“You get to play with my tits, then you'll let me go?” she asked, not believing it.
“No, I cut your tits off, then you can go.”
“Fuckin sadist, aren't you?” she asked with a sneer.
I nodded. “Totally mentally deranged. I'm going to take them anyway, just so you know. Let me cut those big hangers away with no fuss, and I'll bandage you and take you someplace you'll be found.”
“You sick shit!” she spat. “Why the collar?”
“If you make a loud enough noise, it will choke you.” I hefted her heavy hanger again. “These will be a great addition to my collection. Know I will be cutting them off you.” Upon leaving, I heard her grumble, “FUCK!”
I went into the red-head's room. She looked at me and asked, “Back to fuck me again already?”
“Just to put your collar on,” I replied. I got the collar on her then activated the controls device. “Make a noise too loud, say above a normal tone of voice, and this will choke you.”
“I can kill myself is what you're saying,” she said heavily.
“You can. That's up to you.”
In an even tone she asked, “Besides fucking me, what are you going to do with me?”
I saw she was looking at the door as she said it. “If you decide to live a while, I'll feed you, clean you and when I'm ready, remove both your tits. Not exactly a mastectomy, I'll be taking everything, including all the skin on your breast mounds.”
She snorted. “You kidnap women for their tits?”
“I do. Sure, like you, if they are lookers I'll have fun with them, but eventually, I do cut your tits off and preserve them. Whether you want to live or not, is up to you.”
She frowned at the door, but her voice stayed even. “Got a big collection? Any I can see?”
This one had her shit together. She wasn't demanding to be let go or pleading for mercy. I figured she was calculating. I smiled at her. “Sure. Have a preference?”
“How about a set of big, black boobies?”
“I have two sets,” I told her. “Wanna see the biggest ones?”
“Sure. Can I please have something to drink too?”
“Orange gatoraide sound good?”
“That's fine, thanks.”
The sonic controls were set up on the collar. “Be back soon,” I assured her, and left.
For just being kidnapped and imprisoned, then raped, the red head was pretty calm. By her tone and stare at the door, I knew her mind was working on a way to get herself out. That also meant she was the most dangerous of this group. No crying, begging or threatening. She knew she had to get herself out and was going to be very sly about it. She was going to fight for her life with everything she had.
That also made her the most interesting of the bunch.
I returned to her with a bottle of gatoraide and the large black breasts I had mounted on a display case. I set it on the floor, put the side shelf up that was shoulder level to her and put the breasts nipples facing her on the shelf. I also opened the bottle as I told her, “Got these a few years ago. Big black woman. Man did she ever hate getting her tits cut into. First cut, she screamed then shuddered as the collar choked her out. Had to stop until she was dead. I didn't want to ruin these beauties.”
I tipped the bottle up to her lips. She drank a couple swallows. I noted her nips pruned up hard at seeing the severed breasts in the case, but she showed no other external reaction.
“Thank you,” she said quietly and studied the black tits. “Are those still soft?”
I reached in and fondled one to show her. “Just like the day they came off her. It's no longer mammary and fat in those, but a special blend of silicone I use. I can tan the skin to preserve it, but I have to add the filler to fill them out. Look good, don't they?”
“They do,” she said in her even tone. “So mine will end up like that also?”
Yeah, her nips were betraying her fear. She had a pair of hard little rocks on the ends of her tits.
“Eventually,” I agreed.
Understanding crossed her face. “You will kill me and cut my tits off for your collection.” she stated.
I shrugged. “I won't kill you unless I must. I'd rather play with you. The longest anyone has lasted down here was nine days. A brown haired girl who insisted she needed to live. She even had me knock her out when I took her tits. I bandaged her good, pain meds and everything. Two days after I harvested her c-cups with those cute nips, she screamed herself to death. Too bad, she was a great fuck.”
The red head swallowed. “You drove her mad. You made her kill herself.”
“She was pretty sad after her chest was completely flat. I'm sure that's why she offed herself.” I agreed.
Casting me a hard stare, she said, “That was really the most sadistic thing you could have done to her,” she stated evenly. “You don't let anyone out of here alive, do you?”
“Nope. Can't afford to. No matter what they promise, I know once a woman gets out of here, it's straight to the cops.”
She eyed me a bit longer then said, “Then once you decide to take my tits, kill me.”
I shrugged. “All you have to do is scream. Do you want me to leave these tits here for a while?” I asked, nodding to the case.
She shook her head. “No, but I'd like another drink before you go.”
I gave her another drink, then capped the bottle. “This will be in the fridge.” I put the bottle on top of the case and left. I shut the door to see she was staring at me. It was a hard stare. I swear I could see her mind working.
The brunette didn't want a drink, but she told me her name and the names of her kids. I hefted her tits and fondled some, yes these were worth keeping. Nice size, good skn and soft. I saw she was trying to 'humanize' herself with me so I knew who I was holding and was going to kill a wife and mother. Not that I cared. That life for her was over.
The bottle blonde was meeker when I visited her. I offered her a drink, she took it, swallowing with winces. Her neck was also red. She took a couple deep breaths and asked, “What are you going to do with me?”
“Play with you, and when I get around to you, remove both your breasts,” I said honestly.
She shuddered. “You mean fuck me when you want, then cut my tits off,” she growled softly.
“Right.”
She closed her eyes, a tear dripped down. Weakly she asked, “Will you ever let me go?”
“Can't do that,” I said firmly.
She sobbed a bit then said, “Get it over with. Enjoy my fuckin tits!”
I nodded. “Be back soon with my things.”
I shut the door and heard a short scream. She wasn't going to last long.
The natural blonde with the huge hangers was awake when I went into her room. Holding up a bottle I asked, “Want a drink?”
“I want to know what you plan on doing to me.” she replied.
“Have fun with your body, remove those huge tits.” I replied.
She looked down and snorted. “Fine, take them. I've made lots of money showing them off and I'm tired of carrying them around. Just bandage me good, and please leave me at a hospital.”
“I can bandage you up good and give you painkillers, but you can't leave this room alive,” I said firmly.
Her face became blank. “Then kill me after you have your fun. I won't be a fuck-slave.”
“Not for long, anyway,” I agreed. “Sure that's what you want? You can't fix dead.”
She nodded. “Do what you will with me, then end me,” she stated.
“OK,” I held the bottle up. “How about a drink?”
“Just have your fun and end me. I'm tired of my life anyway.”
I nodded. “Be back in a while.”
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I got my cart with my debreasting tools on it. I had two who wanted to die, so I didn't need to open the medical supplies in the cart. I put the ceramic knives on top and got two clear totes and filled the bottoms with ice, then added the ice bucket on the front.
When I wheeled it into the bottle blonde's room, her head was down. Piss was on the floor. Going over, I lifted her head and checked for a pulse. She was still alive. Good. I undressed and fondled those big tits that would soon be gone. Hard, I pushed into her pussy and held up her left breast. I fondled it some and sucked on the nipple. I hefted it up in one hand and pulled out slightly. With the other hand, I grabbed one of the razor sharp ceramic knives. Carefully I slit the underside skin of her breast right where her breast met her chest. I pushed up enough to split the skin from the outside fold up to the inside middle. Another slice and her skin and fat parted. Her nipple also pruned up as if it knew it was about to die.
I split the skin higher on the outside, then on the inside curve an lifted a bit more. Returning to the bottom, I pulled up on that breast and carefully began cutting the mammary away from her chest muscle. Blood trickled out in rivulets.
Suddenly her head came up, eyes wide and she gasped and stared at the breast I was holding up as I slowly fucked her.
“Ahhh!” she cried.
It was loud enough that the sonic sensor tripped and squeezed the collar around her neck. Wide eyed and gaping, her face turned red. I also felt her pussy squeezing my cock hard. Yeah, that felt good. I stopped cutting to thrust faster into her.
Holding her partially cut off tit up as far as it would go as I fucked her. I watched her quiver as her face reddened. Her eyes rolled back in her head as she spasmed. Her pussy spasmed too from a very tight grip on me to loose. I got another clean slice of mammary separated from her chest muscle, then her body slowed it's attempt to save herself and her eyes stared at nothing. Then she went limp. Her eyes partially closed. She was finished.
I did note the nip on the breast I was cutting off was still pruned up nice. I gave it a last suckle, then returned to cutting that tit off. Once it was free from her, I put it in a tote, then went to work on the other on.
Not much more blood came out of her now her heart had stopped working. It was nice being up inside her, but with concentrating on getting her right tit off, I didn't stroke in her. After I carefully sliced that breast free, I was still rock hard when I pulled out of her. No matter, I'd get off on the other blonde when I did her.
Her tits in the tote, I put ice over them and put the lid on then grabbed my clothes and pushed my cart to the other blonde's room.
Going in, the real blonde eyed the cart, then me, pushing it naked and sporting a woodie. “This is it,” she whispered.
“It is,” I agreed. “Just did that other lady, those are her tits in that tote. “Yours will go in this one,” I said, pointing to each.
“Oh god,” she whispered. Her nips pruned up. She stared at the tote with the breasts in it.
“The knives I have are super sharp. Better than razor quality,” I explained. I got in front of her and drove up into her pussy. She gasped weakly.
“I think I'm going to faint,” she squeaked out. “This is really happening.”
“Yes,” I replied. “Shortly, your breasts will be off you and in that empty tote.”
She held a glassy expression, watching me pick up the knife as I hefted her huge left breast up and pulled it out horizontal. “Suck the nip before you cut it off, please.” she asked weakly.
I did, Sucking on her nipple as I stroked in her, I got real hard. The knife I put under her breast to the outside. Where her tits met her chest couldn't be more than an inch wide. Sawing up and down, I fucked her with the same strokes as I cut that huge, heavy tit away from her.
In a daze, she watched the knife cut through the base of her long tit. I also felt an orgasm coming. I gripped the bottom of her tit hard and slammed into her to shoot a load into her just as the knife broke through the last of her breast in the middle of her chest. Man did I cum hard! I'm sure I got a few extra squirts in. I nearly dropped that heavy tit on the floor.
She watched with that silent, dazed face as I hefted her severed breast into the tote. Blood ran down the left side of her chest. Where no longer was that big breast pulling her skin down, it opened up wider into an eye shaped wound. She shifted her gaze to see the gaping hole in her chest, then shifted to look at her lone right breast. Weakly, she said, “It will be gone too.”
“It will,” I agreed and hefted that massive tit up and pulled out on it. “Say bye bye, boobie.”
“Bye bye, boobie,” she echoed in her vacant tone.
Again, she watched me cut her breast away in even strokes, following the knife as her breast came away from her chest. She watched me put that breast into the tote, then followed me as I added more ice and closed the lid. Only after that, did she look down on her bloody chest, then back to me.
“I might be bleeding to death. I feel dizzy,” she said in her weak voice.
“Very possible,” I agreed. “Want me to hurry it up?”
She shook her head. “No. I hurt, but the lack of weight on my chest feels good. What will you do with my breasts?”
“Preserve them and put them in their own case. You really had a set of beauties there.”
Her eyes fluttered. “So ... dizzy ...” Her eyes closed and her head dropped. Blood was all over her front, dripping on the floor and on him.
It was a mess he'd have to clean up, but he did get two sets of nice tits and had a great orgasm.
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After getting the bodies out and dumping them in the deep pit, then covering them up, I hosed down the now empty rooms as well as myself to wash away all the blood then mostly dried the floor with my wide squeegee.
I stopped by the brunette's room to see if she was hungry. She declined. Stopping at the red head's room to see if she was hungry, she dryly asked, “Got a menu?”
“Nope, burgers and fries.”
“Milkshake if you got one. If not, a Pepsi or whatever you got to drink.”
“Got it.”
I went up and cooked her burger and baked some fries. I had Cherry Coke in the fridge. I took it down to her on a paper plate. The shelf beside her right side, I shifted it to be in front of her and put her food on it. I then went partially behind her and released the clamps on her right arm.
“Be back in a bit,” I told her.
“Wait!” she called and flexed her arm. She lifted the top bun and grinned. “Wow, onions, tomato and lettuce with ketchup. Better than I expected. Even ketchup on the fries. Thanks.”
“I don't do mayo.” I told her.
“No problem. Hey, chop off any good breasts lately?” she asked.
I raised an eyebrow. “Two sets today. Why?”
“You said you preserve them. Can I see some more?”
I grinned. “If you want. I do have to ask, why do you want to see other women's breasts?”
Grabbing a fry, she said, “I want to know how mine will look after you chop them off.”
I grinned. I knew she was up to something. “Maybe a set that look close you yours?”
She nodded. “That's fine.”
I left, wondering what her angle was. Red was not a sheep, she was a thinker, a plotter and a survivor. Under her calm exterior, I knew her brain was working. I suspected she was going to try to suck up to me so she could find a way to get out of here.
I went up and got a set of breasts that looked similar to hers. I found a set of D cup hangers that had a similarly long lobe. The nips were a bit bigger. I was also very curious why she wanted to see the breasts I had in my collection. I knew she had a reason behind it.
I took the case down to find she was munching on her burger. Seeing me come in, she put the burger down and motioned me closer. She swallowed her mouthful and waved me over. “Can I feel them?” she asked too eagerly. She also moved her plate closer to the side. I set the case down on the shelf.
She cupped a breast and said, “Wow, this does feel real. Hey, fondle me while I fondle these.”
I chuckled, and did as she asked, groping her left tit as I stood beside her. “Why do you like seeing the breasts I collect?”
“I don't know, I just do. Normally, a woman goes in for a mastectomy and after they cut her tits off, they incinerate them. Gone forever. You keep them preserved. In a sick way, you honor them. I'm sure you play with them too, but you just don't throw them away like trash.”
“I love tits. All shapes and sizes,” I told her. “Like you said, throwing them away I think is like telling women their tits don't matter.”
She nodded. “After I eat, fuck me again? Give my tits plenty of attention too. Try to suck my nips raw.”
I grinned. “You want that?”
“Hell yes. Graze on me like a cow. Fuck me silly. OH, if you have any other women here, when you lop their tits off, bring them by and screw me again.”
I eyed her. “I have to ask why.”
She glanced at me. “Most women are real bitches towards me. You screw me as I look at their chopped off tits, it's a kind of revenge, OK? These are really very life like. Have you every tried to do a whole body?”
Her attitude had changed greatly from when I first talked to her. It was like she was sucking up to me as hard as possible. Thinking as I played with her nip, I knew she was doing her best to stay alive. That's all her words were.
“No, I never tried to preserve a whole body. I think that would be a ton of work.” I told her.
“Might be worth it,” she said in a mussing tone. “Turn a woman into a doll. Just strip her skin off, and put it onto a replica you make of her. The preservation method you use seems to work well enough.”
I hefted the tit I was groping. “Why would it be worth it?” I asked.
She glanced at me again. “You'd always have a fuck buddy. You wouldn't have to kidnap women to have sex. Just go fuck your woman-doll when you get the urge. You got plenty of tits to play with, don't you?”
I chuckled again. “Are you volunteering to be my model?” I asked.
She then looked at me. “I'm here til I die right? You said that. You obviously like me, so measure me, mold me, whatever so you can make your fuck toy.”
“That's a noble sacrifice,” I noted.
“That's a suggestion,” she countered. “Do you have any other women here you can do that with?”
“One.” I said, eyeing her.
“Good! Use her if you don't want to use me. I'd be really fine with that.” She then ate a fry and offered me one. “Want one?”
I had to grin at her. “Already ate. I'll take those tits back if you're done with them.”
She nodded. “OK, but come back soon and pound my pussy.”
I took the breasts and put them away. I came back for the now empty plate, She'd eaten everything.
She then asked, “What happens if I have to piss or take a shit?”
“Just do it. I'll clean it and you up.”
“Good, I don't want to be smelly.” she stated.
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I didn't trust the red head to not suddenly bolt or try to kill me if I let her go. I had no trust in the brunette either, but she wasn't as dangerous. I did have a pistol, so I went to the hardware store and bought a big box of Plaster of Paris. I decided to try amd mold the brunette. Before I started that, I went back to red and fucked her silly as I played with her tits. She wanted kisses, so I gave her some when I wasn't sucking on her nips. She couldn't move much to match my thrusts but she did try. What surprised me was when she orgasmed. I felt her juice wash down over my shaft, she hadn't faked it. Yeah, I had a great time with her.
“I'm liking this,” she said with a grin. “You feed me, you fuck me and I don't have to do anything! No job to go to, no housework, nothing! It's like I'm on vacation.”
I laughed at her. “You like your vacation?” I asked.
“I do,” she beamed. “Just turn me horizontal so I can sleep. The temperature here is fine too. Gotta take a dump soon.”
I nodded and got a bucket to put under her. “Be back in a while.”
I visited the brunette again. She was looking sad and asked to be let go. I told her no and offered her drink again. She refused.
Returning to the red head, I saw she'd done her business in the bucket. I took it and cleaned it out then came back and cleaned her up. I also turned her horizontal. She said, “Night my perverted captor.”
“Night my red headed slave.” I replied. I left and turned the light in her room off.
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In the morning, I got up and first checked in on the brunette. She was looking a bit ragged now. “OJ?” I asked, holding up a glass.
She shook her head. “Just let me go.”
“Not happening. You really need to drink something.” I told her.
“I know my family misses me, please, let me go.” she pleaded.
“If you die of dehydration, you still die,” I told her.
“You want my breasts right? So cut them off and let me go.”
I sighed. “OK, be back soon,”
Going to Red's room, I turned the light on and went in. She squinted at the light. I raised her up vertically.
“OJ?” I asked.
“Yes, please.”
I held the glass. She drank it down. “I need the bucket too,” she said in a groggy voice.
I put the bucket under her. “Eggs and turkey bacon for breakfast?” I asked.
She nodded. “Two eggs, sunny up and don't forget the toast, please.”
“I'll get it started.”
I got breakfast going and returned with a wet washcloth. She's pissed, so I wiped her pussy off.
“Ohh, rub my clitty, that feels good,”
I did, rubbing it a while, She gave a squeak and had her orgasm. “Good for you?” I asked.
“Oh yeah, Nice way to wake up,” she replied with a grin.
I got breakfast done and after I had mine, I took hers down to her. Again, I freed her right arm so she could eat. Red cleaned her plate and drank another cup of orange juice. After she was done I put the bucket back under her. “I'll be gone for a while, Just in case,” I said, motioning to the bucket.
She nodded. “Come back horney,” she said.
The brunette was dehydrating. Looking worse, when I went in, she said, “Please, take my tits and let me go.”
I nodded. This one was done. I went and got the cart and a tote. The other breasts were in the cooler in my work room. I also put the big pot of water on the stove in there and set the temperature. Having three sets of breasts, it would be time to start preserving them.
Wheeling the cart into the Brunette's room, she almost looked relieved. I set up the shelf by her and put the tote on it and showed her the knife. “It's super sharp, so it hurts less.” I told her.
She nodded weakly. “I'm ready.”
She thought she was ready. I lifted her right breast up and with the first slice along the bottom skin, she stiffened and gritted her teeth. Her nip pruned up hard, so I suckled on it then cut deeper. By the time I sliced the first mammary from the bottom of her tit, she squinted and whined out. By the time I got halfway up through her breast, the nip now up by her face, she let out a scream. The collar constricted. I kept cutting up through her breast as her face reddened and she gaped and shuddered as she tried desperately to breathe. The collar relaxed enough that she got out a short squeak of a scream, and it tightened down again. By the time I got her right breast off, she was limp and dead. I carefully cut the other one off her body, and put it in the tote.
Horney from taking her tits, I left with them and stopped by Red's room. I went in to find her in place. I stripped, showing my raging hardon.
She smiled, “Come on, give it to me!” she said happily.
I did. I fucked her good, kissing and groping an sucking on her nips.
“Yes, fuck me hard, squeeze my tits” she cried softly.
I did enjoying her hot pussy. This time, I blew my load into her as she orgasmed as well. It left us both panting.
“You know,” she said breathlessly, “When you put the knife into my tits, I want you inside me slamming my pussy as hard as you can.”
I kissed her deeply. “You can be sure I will.”
“And keep fucking me after that, too,”
“All you want,” I assured her.
I left and put the cart back, then took the tote of tits up to my work room. The pot was nearly ready, the water temp was 185 degrees. I put the breasts from the cooler in first. The water temp lowered. When it was back up to 185, I added the brunette's tits. When the temp reached 190, I set the timer and got the tools out to remove the mammaries, then made sure the tanning mixture was set.
Temperature was crucial. Not hot enough and the fat in breasts didn't liquefy. Too hot or too long and the skin was ruined.
Once the timer dinged, I got all the breasts out and lined them up, keeping pairs together. Quickly, I pulled the skin and mammaries apart. Only the nipples clung to the insides. I cut them free from the mammary and carefully scraped away any leftover fat from the skins. I inspected each before putting them into the tanning solution. All were perfect, no cuts on the skins or nipples. Once they were all in, I closed the top. In three days I could take them out and fill them. Every day I'd stir the mix carefully to ensure all the skin was being tanned.
It was past noon by the time I left my work room. I went in the kitchen and made lunch. This time roast beef sandwiches and chips. I took Red's lunch down and found her door open.
What? My heart went in my throat. Looking in, her frame was empty. She was gone. HOW? Shit Shit Shit! He must have not put her arm back in place before he left and she'd managed to reach behind her and released her other arm, then her legs and bolted. I dropped her lunch.
This was very bad. I raced out to try and find her. My car and van were still in the garage. Running outside, I searched frantically, but didn't see anyone running away.
FUCK! I wasn't sure how long it would take, but if she reached the police, I was done for. I KNEW I should have been more careful with her. I knew she was plotting and looking for a chance to escape, and I'd given it to her! Angry at myself, I whacked my forehead a few times. How stupid could I be!
Getting in my car, I went out looking for her. I also watched a police car I'd seen, expecting to get chased. He didn't Maybe he hadn't gotten the word yet.
The rest of the day, I freaked out. They'd be coming for me I knew. The only question was when. I had to run. While I had the time, I packed the van up with clothes food and tucked my pistol in the pooka hole next to the driver's seat. There was no time to remove all the 'evidence' in the house or try to take it with me. I hadn't removed the brunette's body yet either. I was so fucked. I knew if I was taken in and went to trial, I was a dead man. Being shot during an arrest was a much better end than sitting in jail for years, waiting to be killed by lethal injection, that is if I lived that long in prison.
Calming down a bit, I did live out away from town, and it would take a day or two for the cops to come beating down my door. I decided to go down and drag the dead brunette down into the pit and not only cover her body up, but put a layer of plastic over her then filled the pit. That would at least make them look for evidence. I cleaned the basement good, then took apart the frames I'd used and put them in the van. Turning them in for scrap metal, I could get some traveling cash also.
I slept on the couch at night, too tired from trying to clean up. I knew I should get rid of my breast collection, but I really didn't want to. I love my collection. I could tell the police I bought them.
In the morning I watched the news, thinking I might be able to know when news of me was out. That might tell me how much time I had left before I had to run. I listened to the whole thing and kept the TV on for any 'breaking news' about a kidnapped woman showing up to tell about a maniac pervert who stole women to cut their tits off. There was no mention of it. The biggest item was in a nearby town a woman who called 911 to say her boyfriend had beaten on her. No name or picture given, but the cops had arrested him. She had been taken to the hospital and released.Why show that and not the naked red head running for her life?
I kept the news on all day, waiting for anything, even a hint of news about me or Red. Not a damn thing. I also kept a close watch on the road, no police car ever came by.
Two days later still nothing. On the second day in the afternoon, a car did pull up into the driveway. I peeked out at it. It wasn't a cop car, it was a regular blue Toyota. The driver's door opened and Red stepped out.
“What?” I gasped.
She got in the trunk and dragged out a big bag. She marched towards the front door. I raced to it and opened it just before she got to it. I gaped at her.
Looking at me with a bad bruise on her right eye, she asked, “Can I come in?”
I stepped side, shocked speechless why she was here. She came in and dropped her bag by the couch. She then turned to me and waved an arm. “Do you know what's really fucked up!” She asked in a yell. “You kidnapped me, were going to cut my tits off and kill me, but you treated me better than my fucked up, jealous boyfriend who thought I was off fucking someone else!”
“What?” I managed to get out.
“Yes!” she cried. “I get home and instead of glad to see you, he demands where I was and WHO I was cheating on him with. I told him I'd been kidnapped and he slapped me for lying! He insisted that since I only had a blanket around me, I'd gotten so drunk I left my clothes someplace. He got me pissed off enough that I agreed I was fucking some stranger every day. It got worse and he beat the crap out of me so I kicked him hard in the balls and ran out. He chased me and as he beat me on the sidewalk, someone stopped him then the cops came and took that ASSHOLE away! I'M FUCKING DONE WITH HIM! No more working to support him and having to clean house after I get home. He thinks jumping on me and giving me a squirt is good sex. I get much better sex from you! Just say no more basement living on a metal frame and I'll live with you willingly.”
After her loud rant, I tried to speak but my jaw just worked up and down. I finally got out, “I disassembled all the frames, I was going to turn them in for scrap. You didn't turn me in after what I did?”
“When?” she asked with another arm fling. “I went home to get abused and beaten, instead of welcomed back, then taken to the hospital. After that, I knew I wasn't going back there except to pack my shit. I took time to think it over and even if you did put me back on that frame, at least you'd treat me decent. When I told you being tied to that was like a vacation, it was! Just tell me you won't work me to death and will pay good attention to me, and you can have my tits any time you want them.”
I could see she was serious. I nodded and walked over to her. “I, ah, never had a real girlfriend before. They all thought I was weird. My name's Billy by the way.”
Red grinned at me. “Hello Billy, I'm Cathy.” she stuck her hand out.
I shook her hand. “Cathy. You have no idea how happy I am you came back.”
Cathy beamed me her smile, “Good!” She then plunged in and gave me a tight hug. “Take care of me, Billy, and I'll take good care of you. I do have a question, how are you supporting yourself?”
The question surprised me. “A while back, I got a decent lottery win and I wasn't stupid with the money. It took a couple years, but I was able to start making good investments, then quit my job and I've been living off my dividends and interest.”
“So you're rich?” she asked with a smirk.
“No, not rich, but I'm able to spend what I need to and maintain a separate account for emergencies so I'm never caught flat footed,” I explained.
“Good!” Cathy beamed. “So you're OK with me here to screw your socks off and well, if some bitch decided to me mean to me, we add her tits to your collection?”
“I would love to,” I said. We kissed, a long deep kiss. She then said, “I need a good long fuck and plenty of breast rubs and suckles.”
“You got it.”
The End