Content Warning: Sexual Assault
Alice's Point of View
"U up?" read the text. So simple, so basic.
The way Jack Longworth eyed her up right in front of Alex awakened something dark and twisted inside her. Mr. Yetzer Hara, the evil within, was hungry, and she knew just what to feed him.
Alice laid out her outfit, a short dress, light and summery with a floral pattern and a neckline that was low but not too low. She didn't wish to seem the hunter. No, tonight she was the bright-eyed ingenue, girlfriend to a rising star who wasn't ready for the big time. In a word, innocent. Dirty old men just loved that type.
Jack Longworth texted like a child so she replied like one, ":-)". Just a cute smiley face, that didn't imply anything, right?
Alex was in the depths of his code, working in every moment he could spare. The Mr. Math AI now had its very own data center to train the model and he was making the most of it.
Jack Longworth was a lech, but he delivered on this point, not that it would save him.
Tonight was going to be perfect. She'd staged all her supplies in advance. Chip Lackland's agony had been a thing of random passion, lacking theme or direction. In many ways Alice was just flailing chaotically that night. For this outing, she had time to think about how she really wanted to go about it, all the delightful fun things she wanted to try with Mr. Longworth. Alice hoped he appreciated the thought she put into making their night together memorable.
"I'll be home late tonight, honey," she said as if this was just another day at the office. Well, in a way it was. Alice checked her reflection in the mirror of their hotel bathroom. Satisfied, she gave Alex a kiss goodbye and walked out into the night.
No heels for her tonight; she was in for a bit of a walk. Downtown Milwaukee had a pretty good selection of bars a reasonable distance from their hotel and Alice allowed Jack his choice. It was the least she could do.
The city had yet to empty of the convention crowd and the streets were packed with thirsty Republicans making a general nuisance of themselves. Three men propositioned her on the way to the National Bohemian Tavern and Brewery. National Bo' produced an award-winning lager, or so Mr. Longworth informed her by text, a must visit for any visitor to the Brew City.
"Alice, you came!" Jack got up from his chair to greet her. She allowed him a chaste hug and his hand drifted to the small of her back, guiding her to the table he'd reserved for them. "A lager for the lady," he said officiously, pulling out her chair for her.
"Such a gentleman," she tittered.
"A lost art," he said warmly, his eyes crinkling as he smiled. This close, the wrinkles were more visible. Longworth was wearing a full suit and tie, uncaring for the summer heat.
He knows a good tailor, at least, Alice complimented him grudgingly in her mind. The cut of the fabric was rich, understated, and fit him perfectly. Washington was full of men in ill-fitting suits, men who cared more about power than money or luxury. This one was a different breed. The way he sipped his beer showed off his expensive watch, too perfect not to be deliberate.
He thinks his money impresses me.
"How did you find the convention?" Jack asked conversationally. "It must be exciting for a girl like you, to be close to so much...power."
The way he said "power" could only refer to himself. "We're very grateful to you, Mr. Longworth," she said diplomatically.
Jack put his hand on his heart, feigning hurt. The watch was visible again. "Alice, please! Call me Jack."
"Okay, Jack," she said indulgently. "If you must know, the convention was the most fun I've ever had. Alex and I have met more interesting people in the last four days than we have in the last four years!" Alice was gushing now. "I just loved the crowds, the action, the bright lights. Thank you so much for giving my boyfriend this chance." She took a sip of her beer while she watched his face for a reaction.
"Think nothing of it," Longworth said generously. "Mr. Math is an intriguing product. The investors want to see what your whiz-kid boyfriend will do next. But enough about him, let's talk about you. So far, you've just been along for the ride, right? Do you ever get bored?"
"Oh yes. My boyfriend is just so busy, working every day. Sometimes a girl gets lonely, you know." She dangled the bait.
Jack's look become hungry, the predator within finally showing itself. "Let me get you another drink," he offered.
Trying to get me drunk, mister? I'll play along.
Three beers later she was pretending to be much drunker than she was. Jack had been slowly escalating, reaching out and touching her every so often, lingering more the drunker she seemed.
"You know," she slurred, "this night doesn't have to end here. I'm renting an AirnB that Alex doesn't know about," she said meaningfully.
Jack's eyebrows rose like he couldn't believe it would be that easy. "Lead on, my dear!" His hand resting on the small of her back gradually drifted down to her ass. Alice didn't stop him. Walking unsteadily, they leaned on each other all the way to the kill room.
Once she shut and locked the door Jack Longworth became a different person.
"Little slut," he said heatedly, half-compliment, half-accusation. "Coming on to me with your techie boy back in the hotel, even rented this house so I could fuck you in it. I said I'd give him the business; now I'm gonna give you the business!"
Longworth pawed at her like an animal. When she tried to dodge his kiss he grabbed her by the throat and squeezed, forcing his tongue inside her mouth when she gasped.
"I hope you're not having second thoughts, baby. I'd hate for your boyfriend's deal to fall through."
Jack forced her on her back and stripped her summer dress off with ease. His kisses drifted down from her lips to neck, squeezing a boob with one hand while keeping her pinned to the bed with the other.
This isn't good! she thought in near panic. Those beers must've slowed her reaction time more than she thought. The blade in her purse was just out of reach. She needed to regain control of this situation and fast!.
The hand on her boob migrated down to her panties. "You want me, bitch? I'm going to show you where the Longworth name comes from!"
Alice jerked her body when Jack's focus shifted to fumbling with his belt buckle. Her hand reached for her purse but his hand tightened on her neck. Too far!
Jack's cock was thick and long and impossibly hard. "I took a blue pill before this, just for you, baby! Tell me, am I bigger than your boyfriend?"
She gurgled something as he choked her.
"That's what they all say," he laughed.
She felt the shock of cold air as he pulled her panties to the side, exposing her most private area. Jack bore down and Alice felt a stabbing pain.
"Wait, condom!" she begged, her words distorted by his choking.
"Little whores like you don't get to tell me what to do," he said darkly, and his hand tightened possessively on her pale white throat. Alice tried to buck him off but he was too big, too strong. Being overpowered by this old man shamed her more than she could say.
Inch by inch, his enormous member sank into her. "That's it baby, just breathe," he said soothingly. "Lots of women have trouble taking me at first."
From there she lost her sense of time and self. It was like being back on the island, just a doll, something for men to use.
Tump! Tump! Tump! He pounded into her. She winced every time his cock punched her in the cervix like a battering ram. Alice stopped fighting, lost in memories and old fears. Would she die if she fought back? Better to just lie there and accept it. There was no Alice, just a doll. Only a doll.
Jack Longworth pushed her legs up, folding her in half. The pain of his deeper strokes shocked her back into the present.
"Yeah, bitch! I'm gonna breed you! Send you home to your cuck boyfriend with a little Longworth bastard in your belly! It wouldn't be the first time. I have kids all over the world, you know." He bragged and taunted as he fucked her deep.
Knowing she only had one chance, Alice started moaning in ecstasy. "More, more!" she begged.
"Yeah, bitch! You like that? Gonna cum on my big cock?"
"Closer, closer, please!" Her legs lifted even higher above her head.
Just a little more. Alice tilted her head up like she was asking for a kiss.
Longworth leaned down. "Sure baby...ugh!"
Alice's legs snaked around Jack's head, catching him in a perfect triangle choke. He struggled for a few seconds then went limp. Once he was out cold she slid out from under his bulk and rushed to put him in the kill bed's restraints.
Alice checked and double checked, making sure Jack Longworth couldn't possibly escape. One he was secure, once she was safe, Alice allowed herself to scream.
"AAAAAAAAAHHHHHHH!" she roared in grief and terror and humiliation. Stupid! Stupid! Stupid! How could she have let herself be taken by surprise like that?
For the next five minutes she paced the room, spiraling with self-doubt. Alice was really off her game lately, arrogant, careless. In the past she never would've let a big man like that get within grabbing distance of her without a weapon handy. Mr. Yetzer Hara had her fucked up! He took her back! She was never going back!
When Jack Longworth started to come to Alice realized she was shaking like a leaf. Her fear and vulnerability twisted inside into a red rage.
"Alice, what?" he asked groggily, not fully comprehending his situation.
She just watched silently as reality set in. Jack was pulling at his restraints impotently.
"What did you do to me?" he demanded.
"Oh, nothing much, honey," she said lightly. "Just let me run to the kitchen real quick and I'll bring you something."
The kill room had a little kitchenette where she put a pot of water on the stove to boil. That done, she returned to Jack Longworth with a sledgehammer.
His eyes bugged out. "Wh-what are you gonna do with that?" he asked, meek as a mouse. When he was the vulnerable one his confidence completely evaporated. Typical.
Involuntarily, a nervous laugh erupted from somewhere deep in her throat. "Are you being serious right now, Jack? You just raped me. You're strapped to the bed, and I've got a sledgehammer. WHAT DO YOU THINK IS ABOUT TO HAPPEN?"
"No, please-"
WHACK! She brought the hammer down on one knee. Longworth let out an inhuman scream and his floppy, flaccid cock leaked piss all over the bed he was tied to.
WHACK! WHACK!
She hit the same knee again twice to make sure it was completely ruined and unusable. Jack blubbered and begged and the whole room stank of piss and fear-sweat.
"Beg all you want, Jackie boy, we're just getting started."
Alice did the same trick to the other knee, and then both elbows. The four joints were purple, swollen, misshapen perversions of limbs. She spent a minute catching her breath. Jack's sounds shifted from pleas to inarticulate cries to one dull, drawn-out moan. The sound annoyed her into taking the next step ahead of schedule.
"Okay, let's get you out of those restraints," she said kindly, wheeling a gurney next to the bed.
Jack's head lifted off the bed in sudden hope. "You're gonna let me go? I need a doctor, please, take me to the hospital!"
He wasn't going to the hospital. Alice didn't bother telling him, though. Slowly, gently, she unhooked his restraints and helped him onto the gurney. Dragging his old ass off the bed when each slight shift made him whine like a bitch made the chore take quite a bit longer than she anticipated.
"Are you cold?" she asked. He still had his shirt on but his legs were bare and his cock was just flopping around for all to see.
"Uh, yeah, I could use something to warm up," he said shyly. "How about a blanket?"
Alice chuckled. "Oh, I've got something better than a blanket."
She choose this place for a very specific reason: it had a working fireplace. Pulling a lighter from her purse, Alice leaned down and ignited the fire starter, placing the quick-burning material on the firewood she'd staged here the other day. It was a bit of a wait for the flame to spread but after a few minutes she had a cheery, crackling fire going, totally out of place in the summer heat.
Jack asked her "what are you doing?" about five times during this whole process. Alice just remained silent and let the fear build. Once the fire was properly roaring she rolled the gurney Jack was on close to the fireplace. Realizing his danger, Jack tried to roll off the gurney but he limbs hung limp and useless. She strapped him in securely to make doubly sure he couldn't escape. If he fell off it would be a pain to get him back on the gurney.
"Let's get you warmed up, Jackie boy." Alice tilted the gurney so his upper body was elevated with his feet pointing down. Perfect.
"Not that! Not that!"
Alice made a show of slowly pushing the gurney until his feet were almost in the fire. "Warm enough, Jack? No, I think you're still cold!" She teased him by letting his feet get close enough to burn then withdrawing a few times.
"Oh, I just can't resist!" She shoved his feet fully in the fire and left them there.
Jack screamed and screamed until voice cracked, his whole body straining against the tight straps of the gurney. "How do you like your steak jack? Rare? Medium well?"
It really didn't take long for the flesh on his toes to crisp up and blacken. The whole kill room smelled crazy. Once the skin started sloughing off Alice decided it was time to move on the phase two. She pulled his feet out of the fire and walked to the kitchen to retrieve a chef's knife.
"I sharpened it just the other day, don't worry," she said comfortingly. Jack still flinched when she brandished it at him, but remained silent.
Seems he's learned not to ask me what I'll do next.
Deciding not to waste anymore time, Alice grabbed his ankle and sawed off a chunk of burnt flesh. "You hungry, darling?" she asked sweetly.
"N...no...no," he pleaded.
Alice sighed. "Now, Jack, you can't have desert unless you eat your meat first. Be a good boy now! Oh, but first I'll season it for you!"
She pulled out a container of extra-hot capsaicin powder and poured a bit on the charred foot-meat. "Nice and spicy for you, now say 'ah'," Alice commanded sternly.
Jack tried to turn his head away. Big mistake. Alice cut a little into his cheek and made him face her. "Say 'ah'," she repeated.
When he opened up Alice popped the morsel into his mouth and placed the knife at his throat. "Chew and swallow or I'll cut your throat right now." She really would, too. If he was brave and defied her she was fully prepared to end his suffering early. Didn't happen, but she was nice enough to give him the chance.
As he chewed on the hunk of himself Jack's eyes began to water and his nose started dribbling snot, enough to drown him. For a moment it seemed as if he was about to spit out the spicy man meat but the cold bite of her blade at his neck made him think better of it.
"Good, good," she praised him. "Good boys eat well. Oh, that reminds me. I've got to check something in the kitchen, be right back, don't go anywhere!"
The pot of water was boiling violently. Perfect.
"You're poor hands are so dirty, let's wash them!"
He wasn't looking when Alice plunged his hand into the boiling water, and that was probably for the best. Choked as Jack was with tears and snot, and hoarse from screaming, he still managed to gurgle like a drowning gorilla. The sound was weak, somehow less than what she expected. She watched in detached fascination as the red angry skin was stripped off his fingers in the pot, polluting the water until she could hardly see anything.
"Don't worry, sweetie, it'll all be over soon," she said to the weakening man. It was time for the big finish.
Alice put on long rubber gloves that went down to her elbows and rolled the gurney into the bathroom. Once there, she undid the straps holding Jack Longworth in place and dumped him into the bathtub face first, making sure that he actually didn't hit his head and end her fun too soon.
"Let's get you nice and clean, Mr. Longworth. How about a capsaicin enema?" Jack was face down with his ass up, presenting his vulnerable anus for her to do with as she pleased.
I'm gonna enjoy this!
Alice slathered one hand in the extra-hot chili-powder and shoved it up Jack's ass. There was nothing human left in him at this point. He was a jibbering, leaking, mangled wreck.
While she was working her chili-coated hand deeper into his colon Jack's body seized up and his ragged breaths became dry, desperate gasps.
He's having a heart attack, Alice realized. The stress must've finally got to him.
"Leaving so soon, Jack?" she taunted. Alice sighed. He probably couldn't even hear her at this point. Without a word she reached into the cabinet behind the bathroom mirror and pulled out some lighter fluid.
"Nice knowing you, Mr. Longworth." She lit him on fire and let him burn in the bathtub for a good minute before going for the fire extinguisher.
Mr. Yetzer Hara really ate well today.