A Night of Pleasure Pt. 02

## Captured Prey

He'd felt her body going limp in his arms, held her firmly a few moments more before laying her still form on the bed. He let himself linger a moment as he gazed at her soft body, reflecting briefly on the night thus far. Soon enough she would be all his, but for now he had to get ready. His hand lingered a moment on her breast, tracing the bumps around her standing nipple. He fought his overwhelming desires down for the moment, "soon" he thought as he pinched her nipple between his fingers. Her low moan making him ache.

The other man in the bed needed to be dealt with, unfortunately for this poor soul the man was good at dealing with this kind of problem. He was almost always prepared for unexpected situations. That kind of preparedness came with his line of work he supposed. He had been trained to deal with the unexpected for more than half his life. In battle or in conflict; it was how he had always survived. Even now years later, away from war zones and bloodshed, he was rarely caught without options.

He looked at the other's phone and saw that it was still open. "So no auto-lock function is enabled," he rumbled to himself, "you're an arrogant little prick. Don't seem to worry about much, do you? No security in place anywhere, such a dangerous life to live, little man. All your information exposed, anyone could access and manipulate your life without much effort at all."

Quickly the big man setup administrative locks and added a few logging files. Then came a reset of the owner's trash features to backup and cache everything rather than deleting the information. Within a few moments the big man had full control of the device and the other's entire digital life was literally in the large man's hands.

He read a few messages that the other had sent that night. "Motherfucking little bitch," the big man grunted as he read. "I hate children that pretend to be hard asses. You've never seen shit little bitch, but I'll help you fix that." He'd seen guys like this bitch all too often. In the service he had seen more than a few of them go home in body bags. Of the ones that had made it home still breathing, well, most of those guys were never quite the same afterwards. All of them had eyes that were hollow and haunted after that. This little whelp would need to have his eyes opened up to the real dangers of the world, too. This guppy needed to learn his place in the pond.

The big man really wouldn't need to do too much to create a solid case for anyone who came looking for a reason to knock the little shit on his pampered ass. He smiled with a grim satisfaction, the other had been messaging with one of his so-called friends that night, probably another bitch like him who would sell him out in a pinch if it saved their own skin. The messages were surprisingly incriminating. Didn't these shits know that law enforcement could access these logs, he scrolled through and flagged a few for easy retrieval, "So horny, gotta find some stupid bitch to roofy... so [he could] have some fun tonight," was easily the best find of the big man's search.

He couldn't help wondering if normal people really bragged about all the shit so openly. Sure, the big man was a predator who wasn't above drugging a woman and taking what was his afterwards; but to be so flippant and casual about it? To be so openly stupid as to implicate yourself so easily? He shook his head, it was completely amateur. This is why the other would get caught whether or not the big man was involved, it was only a matter of time for the little bitch. And tonight that time had run out. He took a moment to consider the alternative that the kid was all brag and no balls, but that still made him worthy of some schooling. Whatever happened, this kid had it coming.

The man checked the pants pockets of the other's hastily cast off clothes and found a small bag of pills. He examined them and checked the markings, "not even good quality shit," he mumbled in a voice sounding like stones grinding across glacial eons, "so maybe he does think he has some balls."

These drugs were strong and dangerous. They were too difficult to properly control for time and effectiveness. There was too much room for error with pills like these. Using them would just as likely kill the victim as knock her out if the dose wasn't very carefully measured. If they had been mixed in a strong alcoholic drink of some kind, which little pricks like this guy most often used as their delivery method, it was more than likely to be fatal because of the drug's interactions with alcohol. She'd slip into a coma and just never wake up, and he'd be out the door without a second thought.

From his messages, the other had planned to use these pills if he hadn't gotten "lucky". The other was begging to be locked up with how easy he was making everything for the big man. If he believed in some kind of supreem being, then the big man must have been on that sick fuck's nice list for such a pretty gift wrapped fall guy.

He glanced over at the broken glass and blue pills on the floor, and scowled. The woman seemed to have had a similar plan about getting what she wanted chemically tonight as well. He wondered if his own means to get what he wanted were just becoming too main-stream now.

Of course you still needed artistry and flair to be satisfied with your work, he supposed, after all with this stuff he was an artist of sorts. At least she wasn't hiding her intentions. Not that the big man had ever needed anything chemical to help him in that way. He did wonder what that would do to his already terribly potent drive.

"Oh well, waste not," he thought as he picked up the pill and pushed it down the other man's throat, far enough that reflexes would finish swallowing it, "want not."

He looked at the messages again. The other had an unfinished message that he had been writing, "bitch is lame as fuck, you'd think a hottie like th..." The other had obviously been trying to set up some damage control if his performance came into question later. The big man had already seen enough to know what to write instead. Texting the other's friend, he wrote "the horny bitch went ice cold at her place, fucking cock tease. Bitch has no follow through... good thing I have some lil' helpers. Going to have some fun with the slutty whore tonight anyway."

Almost the moment he hit send, a new message came back "noice, you're welcome 4 the helpers. You owe me bro. Fuck that nasty slut hard for me."

The man couldn't help but feel rage welling up at these children. The other was going to get what he had coming to him, the big man would make sure of that, but the friend... well, it was always good to have a backup plan. He took out his own special mobile device, and placed it next to the other man's phone. A second later a small chime told the big man that the phone was cloned and stored. He made note of a few contacts that needed to be implicated in some illegal activities where he would need to arrange suspects for later.

The big man covered the other's mouth again with the cloth and sent his elbow into the eye socket of the inert man. The hit was hard, bruising the tissue and bursting the blood vessels in his eye. The pained yelp of protest and groan were effectively muffled to almost nothing by the drug-covered cloth clasped to his face by the man's massive hand.

The other didn't fight much, didn't really resist. The big man thought that this one would probably need his own body bag when he was forced to step out into the real world. The big man turned to the woman; Taking her hand in his, he raked her nails hard across the other's scalp and cheek, her nails drawing blood from the scratches and ripping out hair and skin. He looked from the woman to the other. She looked like more of a fighter, so he would have to make it look convincing. The big man elbowed the other in the ribs twice, hearing a satisfying crunch of a rib cracking. Then with her other hand he scratched her nails across the other man's neck and chest as well.

When he was finished with the "stage dressings", he lifted the other onto his shoulder and carried his limp body into the bathroom. He let the other drop unceremoniously to the floor. The other groaned his objections to this treatment but didn't wake from his drug induced slumber. Collecting a small bit of the other man's blood from the still weeping scratches on his neck, he removed a small vial of liquid and dropped a bit of clear liquid on the blood smear. After a moment the man was satisfied that his own cocktail would have no lasting negative effects on the other, at least none he cared about. After all it would not be ideal if his mix just fried his scapegoat's synapses making all this effort in vain.

The other man hadn't originally been meant to get this mixture of secret sauce; normally the big man's victims just woke up the next day feeling violated and in pain for the abuse, but without any memory of what had happened. Tonight though, the big man had to improvise a bit more than his usual.

He had been correct in his caution as he'd made a larger batch of this particular mixture. He always liked to have more than he would actually need so often made extra. It was a difficult and costly cocktail with a short life span, it spoiled only about a day after he made it, losing all potency, so he only made it when he planned to use it and always tried to make sure what he made would last. Now judging by the other's size and physical state, the big man guessed that he could use it on his scapegoat safely for almost eight hours.

The only hitch in his plan now was that he didn't have anything left over except for his vapor concoction for the woman. His vapor concoction was weaker, shorter lived in the system, and far less effective to keep a victim from waking. It was good for many things, he mainly used it for capture due to its similarity to chloroform, though it was quicker acting with a slightly paralytic and relaxing effects, it rendered his victims unconscious quickly and easily handled without difficulty. It also caused a highly suggestible state that could be very convenient, but the fumes could not take the victim as deep, or hold her as long as his cocktail. His vapors usually only gave him the time to set things up, they weren't meant to be used for very long. They would never be effective in keeping a victim deep enough to suppress their ability to recall all the things they experienced. He consulted his device, he would have to just make due.

Hanging a saline bag from the shower curtain he attached the plastic tube with the needle at the end to a vein in the other man's groin. It would be almost completely hidden for most physical inspections and be almost impossible to identify. He gave the bag a squeeze and set the drip while he checked his watch. This should give him more than enough time with the woman, and time for a bit of cleanup. Though he thought grumpily, not nearly as much time as he was hoping for. The cocktail contained in the drip was formulated to mask the tranquilizers in it without a very thorough set of blood screenings done very quickly while the drugs were in the recipient's system.

The man looked at the glass on the floor, carefully picking up pieces of it and pressing the other's fingers against them to form partial and complete prints for a forensic check. He mixed a drink and crushed two pills from the other's stash and sprinkled the powder into it, he then spilled it where the water had been on the floor, the details mattered.

He checked his watch and walked to the kitchen. He took a pot out and boiled water. He dumped a pouch of salts and other unnamed ingredients into the rolling boiling liquid and let the mixture dissolve. It simmered for a few minutes before he turned off the heat. With two large turkey baster sized syringes he took the fragrant liquid from the pot. After that he rinsed the pot and put it back.

The big man walked back to the bedroom and looked around. It was nice, tastefully decorated, but not extravagant. There were mirrors around that gave a good view of the bed from several angles. There was a hardwood chest of drawers with a mirror attached to its top and an antique jewelry box on it. Her drawers were tidy, and disappointingly boring.

The bed stands that flanked either side of her bed were matching hardwood as well. In the drawer of one was a trashy novel, and a few other uninteresting items. The other one had a couple of personal enjoyment toys and some lube. At least she had some fun from time to time, he thought.

The room also had a small free standing hardwood closet, or maybe an "armoire" he supposed it would be called by the more cultured individual. Inside the door was another mirror... and above that a webcam that pointed at the bed perfectly. He looked at the sight lines and could see that all the mirrors in the room showed the bed from different angles for the camera.

His interest peaked now as he continued to investigate. She had an assortment of outfits that made the big man hunger to see her wear. There were also hooks at the back of the closet that held leather whips, chains and silicon items that spoke of more depraved tastes than the woman seemed to let on to, he let it all fuel his need to control and dominate her. She would be his plaything tonight, he would break her for his pleasure.

At her desk beside the armoire was a laptop and a remote for the camera. The computer was locked and password protected. His device though was military grade and had it open quickly, and he cloned her system with it just as it had the other man's phone. Although her computer's data and her other information would go to his secure private server for later browsing and analysis. He easily found the folders with videos and images of her with others that spoke to her truer appetites. He almost wanted to meet her properly after his brief perusing of her data, but he had little time and too much to do to entertain those thoughts right now.

Satisfied that he would have plenty of things to entertain himself with afterward, he returned to the woman on the bed. He wondered if she would be worth risking multiple visits but again pushed the thought aside. She was prey and he had to feed his hunger now.

After his brief inspection of her bedroom he had more plans for her and time seemed to barely be enough. He sighed, he had to be thorough, he couldn't afford to be sloppy. He retrieved her phone from its place on her bedside table and used her finger to open it. Her phone was surprisingly clean, but he now had her measure and knew what she was.

All too soon he found her secret folders and was able to unlock them as well. This had proven to be well worth the time, her content in these files had him harder than he had been expecting, the images she had hidden here were not all to his tastes, much in the same way as her other files but they made what he was planning become more animalistic and brutal in nature. She was a predator just like him, but here, now, she would know what it was to truly be prey, she would know how brutal and sensual that could be. He smiled, space santa was giving him so many nice gifts this year it seemed.

He knew that she was a femdom of some kind, and he had a nearly overwhelming hunger to make her fully submit to him now. She would know true domination. He moved her head to his lap and began using her mouth as he read her private messages and found her secret online accounts and watched her most depraved content. She was a very naughty woman indeed. She was aggressive, vulgar and demanding of those she usually dealt with. He wondered what the other man was really here for, the kid seemed the wrong type from what her appetites appeared to be.

The big man was glad he only had the fumes for her, he would let her wake up a bit with them, let her feel him violate her and abuse her body. She would not fully wake, but enough to know she was being used against her will, she would feel him and know she couldn't fight him. She'd be more fun than he had expected and he could let himself truly enjoy her, especially if she thought she could fight back a bit.

As he thought about how to use her and enjoy her for the next few hours he filled her mouth with a shuddering grunt of pleasure. He took a clean cloth and wiped his cum away where it spilled from her mouth, she coughed weakly making him smile. He placed her phone on his device and began cloning its contents as well. She would be providing him with more enjoyment after tonight he was sure of that now.

Most of his preparations other were done now, and he began to work on her in earnest now, the fumes she'd inhaled wouldn't keep her asleep much longer, especially if he was too rough because the other man was getting all the good sedatives to keep him out of the way. He needed to prepare her for his use and this was another area that he was adept at.

He wrapped her eyes with a length of fabric he had torn from some of her bed sheets. It was just thick enough that she wouldn't be able to see anything clearly though it. He wanted her to be able to see vague shadows, it would keep her disoriented, off balance, and afraid. He knotted another length of cloth and it went in her mouth to muffle any objections she might want to voice. The makeshift gag also provided a good place to apply a small amount of his special liquid to make the fumes that would help keep her from waking too fully.

Grabbing a roll of duct tape from his bag he bound her wrists, then placed them behind her neck and bound her forearms to her upper arms. He knew that she had ropes in the closet, he'd seen them and they looked strong and good quality, but he needed her discomfort and pain, he also needed it to look like everything here was improvised so she looked like she had been raped by the unconscious man in the bathroom.

He rolled the tape into longer "ropes" and wrapped each of her ankles. He tied them to hooks she had conveniently set into her headboard. Soon she lay prone with her legs spread eagle above her head. She was fully open for his use now, she offered access to her lovely sweet holes, her body begged for him to bruise and use it. Her body was smooth and perfect for him, and she needed him to break her. He let out a shuddering breath, his excitement now was fully erect. He could finally allow himself to truly enjoy her. He had no reasons to hold anything back.

He added small drops of liquid to her gag and it gave off a faint sweet fragrance, after a moment he slapped her face sharply to rouse her. She groaned and coughed, she struggled to move. She began to panic, she struggled against her restraints, her head was foggy and her body felt stretched and uncomfortable. She was disoriented and couldn't shake the foggy feeling that held her.

He began rubbing his thick fingers over her lower lips stroking them with gentle firm movements. He let his fingers slip over and between them and she began to moan groggily at the sudden conflicting sensations. She tried to clear her head but the fog that held her only shifted slightly but wouldn't let go of her senses. "Be a good girl and fight," he rumbled in a low menacing voice and his words carried a force she couldn't deny.

The feelings of pleasure that washed over her from his caresses, and the stinging pain in her cheek and straining joints competed for her attention. The pleasure began to win out over the pricks of pain, and his command began to fade from her thoughts as she longed for more trying to move her pelvis with his hands caress. As soon as she started she was met with a sharp stinging slap across her sensitive moist lips. She let out a cry of equal parts frustrated pain and pleasure.

She moaned at his touches and she wanted more, she moved to try to feel more, to draw his touch to her again. Instead she was punished for her growing need, sharp and stinging slaps on her sensitive parts, pinching her nipples and her labial lips. This pain though only drove her need and made her crave more.