Hardcore

Keywords: Fight, Test,

There was no logic in doing anything stupid. I walked you, still bound, gagged and blindfolded, to the hut. Once there I Swapped your hand bindings for a set of steel handcuffs and tied the key, still encased in ice, to the cuffs, so you would not lose it. I bound your feet and hogtied you. Only then did I remove your hood and gag.

"It is time for me to go now, my sweet," I said to you. "The ice will melt and then you will be free to go back to your life. I hope you will start to treat people around you and strangers with more respect." I started to walk away. I stopped and turned. "Keep the cuffs and ropes. In your pocket you will find an ad for a specific car magazine. Place that ad and I will see it. I will know you think you need some more tutoring. After that, come up here every Friday night. Handcuff and tie yourself as I have now. One Friday, I will come and collect you." You just lay there and looked at me. "Of course I will be too clever to walk into a trap, so only contact me if you are serious, OK?"

You nodded your head, "It will not happen" You replied. I walked over to you. You flinched, expecting a blow. Instead I kissed you once more.

"Maybe now, that is what you believe," I replied. "Maybe now. But later, your need will become too much. I will see you then, my Sweet" I said as I left you, closing the door behind me.

Epilogue: Week 3

I waited around the hut, unseen for an hour. I saw you leaving the hut, looking all around. I shadowed you off the golf course and to safety. It was then time for me to leave. I am sure you did not call the police, at least not from your own home. I would have known.

It has been three weeks since out encounter. Even so, the memories are still sharp, as if it is happening now. I didn"t think it would happen, but I have missed you being here. I haven"t even thought about hunting out a new attitude that needs adjusting. I have spent my spare time working out some more intricate lessons. I wonder if I will even bother going out hunting again. I"m sure I will, but not for now. Perhaps I am wrong though. The magazine I was aimlessly flicking through has revealed an absolute bargain to me: A 1969 Singer Chamois rubber drive coupling, free to a good home. Just what I need.

"My sweet," I say as I smile to myself "I will see you at the usual place."
Karen closed her tear filled eyes as she felt the clamp bite into the lower edge of her belly button. He walked around behind her. Her anticipation mounted as she waited for the next jolt to come. "Confess Karen. This is your chance to make this stop." Moments passed. Then a searing shaft of pain shot through her stomach as the sheriff methodically rubbed the prong down the concave of her lower back. He periodically held it away from her and then placed it against her again, rubbing it all over her lower back, then along her spine. Karen's muscles contacted violently each time, as the unbearably painful electrical currents passed through her. Her muscles quivered uncontrollably during the intervals between the shocks. Then she felt the currents streak through the muscles in her butt. The captain amused himself as he casually drew little circles on her beautiful, cane welted ass.

Karen's screams became caught in her throat as the prong attacked the inside of her thigh. Unable to scream she sobbed and whimpered. She feebly begged him to stop as he placed the prong on the lips of her vagina. Her voice became choked as the electricity burned through her. He slowly slid it into her. The unbearable searing jolts streamed through her abdomen as he slowly tormented her with an electrical fucking. It stopped and she felt nothing for a few moments. His voice became more and more distant. "Confess to your crime Karen. Tell me that you kidnapped her and this will stop." But she couldn't speak. She felt the electrical current shooting through her rectum as he guided the prong through her sphincter. The pain finally overwhelmed her completely as he pulled it out then slid it back in. She passed out.

He had been admiring the tightness of her little anus as he began pushing the prong into her again. He was a little disappointed as he watched her become unconscious. He looked at the time and realized that her interrogation had lasted much longer than most. He heard the tenuous cries of her husband as his interrogation continued. It was clear that he probably wouldn't confess either. The sheriff began to admit to himself that they might be telling the truth after all. But determining innocence wasn't his responsibility. His job was only to find the evidence that supported their guilt.

These were the sheriff's thoughts as he dismantled the shocker and put it away. He rummaged through the medical bag and found the salve for Karen's welts. It was an herbal medicine containing a powerful mixture of an anti-inflammatory, pain relievers, and antibiotics. He rubbed it generously over her breasts, back, legs, bottom, and pussy. He dressed her as he untied her. He then lifted her into his arms and carried her to a cell close to the office.

Passing the other interrogation room, he saw the deputy rubbing salve on the foreign man's naked body as it too was suspended from the ceiling. He put Karen on the cell bunk, then returned to help his deputy carry the man to the cell next to hers. It had been a long day. They locked up the jail house and went home.

Karen awakened. It was dark and her entire body hurt. As her eyes tried to adjust to the darkness, she heard the nearby sound of someone breathing. Then she heard someone moaning. It was Rob. She tried to move but pain overwhelmed her and she was out again.

"Karen. Karen wake up." She heard her husband's voice. A dim light met her eyes as she opened them. She lifted her arm. It was easier to move this time. She realized she was dressed as she saw the sleeve of her blouse. Slowly she pushed herself to sit up. Much of the pain had now left her. She felt the greasy ointment on her stomach, then looked carefully at her breasts. The welts were gone. There were only feint red marks remaining where the cane had hit her. She looked to the cell next to her. "Robert." she rose to meet her husband. They kissed and held each other despite the iron bars between them. They both gained strength from the familiar comfort of their embrace.

They stood there for a long time until they heard the arrival of the policemen. No time was wasted, as the men came in to inspect their captives. Knots of fear filled Karen's stomach as the grinning sheriff stood in front of her cell. "She looks just fine this morning. They both do. I don't see anything new that needs to be done to them before their trial." The sheriff sipped on a coffee cup as the deputy voiced his agreement. The men then returned to the front office. Karen and Robert returned to each other. Neither of them knew what the future had in store for them. All they could do was hold each other.

The sheriff and his deputy joked casually with each other as they drank their coffee. The trial was at 9:00. At 8:30 the sheriff decided it was time to get things going. They put shackles on Rob and Karen and lead them into the office. The sheriff explained the details to them. "The interrogation yesterday did not provide evidence that you are guilty of the kidnapping. If you had confessed, you would have become slaves to the family of the child that you were kidnapping. Since there aren't any confessions from you, you will be tried by a jury this morning. The jury will then punish you as they see fit and then you will be returned to your ship before the scheduled final boarding time. Do you understand?" Rob and Karen nodded.

The men took them to the car. The ride to the old courthouse was surprisingly short. Rob and Karen were filled with anxiety as they were lead into the crowded courtroom. The policemen directed them down the center isle. The judge was behind a wooden podium, they saw the jury seated together in an area to his left. Karen noticed an old wooden structure in front of jury near the far wall. She felt a mixture of horror and amazement as she recognized that it was a stocks. Just like the ones used for punishing people during historical times.

The room became quiet as they were told to stand directly in front of the judge. The sheriff and deputy stood behind them. The jury consisted of twelve rough looking heavy set men. They mumbled among themselves as they took turns staring at the foreigners. Their stairs became more fixed upon Karen. They developed evil gleams in their eyes as they mumbled jokes to each other and laughed. Robert was scowling angrily at them. The sound of the judge's gavel grabbed his attention and the trial began.

The judge's strong voice filled the court room. "It is my understanding that the foreign man and and woman standing before me are accused of the crime of kidnapping one of the children of our community. Is this true Sheriff?"

"Yes your honor. That is correct."

"And did you interrogate the foreign man and woman in a sufficient manner and attempt to obtain a confession to this crime?"

"Yes your honor. We applied a variety of interrogative procedures on the man and woman yesterday afternoon. But the man and woman did not confess or provide any evidence of their guilt."

Do we have any witnesses to the crime?"

"Yes your honor. The mother of the little girl would like to testify here today. My deputy and I also have import information concerning the crime."

The judge glanced at the deputy standing behind Rob and Karen. "Deputy, remove the prisoners from the courtroom so that the testimony may be heard by the jury."

"Yes sir your honor." The deputy briskly urged them to walk back out of the courtroom. He marched them to the police car. "You will wait in there." He opened the rear door and ordered them in. Then he stood outside with his riffle in hand.

Keywords: Fight, Test,

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