Flight One -
Twenty-six year old Deidre Myers had no way of knowing that six months ago an average sized butterfly in Sub-Saharan Africa had flapped its wings. And that the chain of events precipitated by that miniscule atmospheric disturbance was about to land Didi as she was known to her friends inside a world of hurt.
For one thing Didi often chose to present herself in public in a manner that emphasized the contours of her prominent natural breasts. For another these aforementioned breasts had caught the attention of Paul Abernathy. And lastly - simply due to that damnable Butterfly Effect - both Didi and her cleavage bore a striking resemblance to a girl that Mr. Abernathy had raped and tortured seventeen years prior.
‘Deidre’ after all in Irish means ‘sorrowful’.
Flight Two -
Abernathy Place was not a mailing address. Rather it was the pet name that the owner of the property used to refer to the subterranean spaces wherein he tormented attractive, innocent women.
Women like Didi.
To rape her Didi’s kidnapper devised a set of ropes, controls and restraints to amplify his pleasure of the blonde’s helpless body. As well as the ridiculously high levels of his own shattering orgasms.
To start with Didi was kept completely naked except for a pair of six-inch stilettos that a) belonged to her roommate and that b) Didi could barely stand upright in. In this humiliating footwear Abernathy would force his victim to kneel atop a futon mattress set out on the floor of one of his sex chambers. Then Didi would whimper as her hands would be tied up very tightly behind her back at the wrists. Still in a kneeling position, this knot at Didi’s hands - by means of a rope threaded thru in pulley in the ceiling above - could be used to apply intolerable levels of strappado pain to Didi’s nude body. As she knelt upon the thin mattress and pleaded for mercy.
Secondly the sadist would each and every time loop a leash of milk white line about Didi’s throat before fucking her. This rope allowed Abernathy to completely dominate Didi’s ability to breathe or not breathe as she was being savagely raped.
Thus, arrayed as her pale body was, it was a simple feat for Didi’s attacker to slip his own body face up beneath his victim’s hips and have Didi lower herself down, down, DOWN onto the spike of his cock. With her hands tied cruelly behind her back and the strappado rope being manipulated in such a manner to force the blonde to obey every command. With the rope line about her throat threatening to choke off her air supply if Didi’s hips or eyes or lips or nipples went a millimeter out of sync with what Paul Abernathy demanded.
This is exactly how Deidre Myers was raped for a fortnight. Having to slavishly effort her own hips to pleasure the animal who’d selected her. Just because she resembled a girl he’d taken years and years before.
Flight Three -
Didi was half right. During her rapes ‘the Master’ had informed Didi of how she would be tortured if her participation in their especial game down in his basement was deemed as anything less than satisfactory. Abernathy’s threats served to prompt Didi to perform sexual miracles for her tormentor. Day in and day out.
But Didi was only half right. Even as he raped her helpless body atop the futon mattress - using the strappado and the control leash to heighten his pleasure with her ruined body - Abernathy’s words secretly expressed exactly how he WAS going to torture her.
Once he grew tired of just fucking her.
Flight Four -
“Yup. Started in the day before yesterday. Yup. Just like with the roommate. So far I’ve got to her feet and nipples. Saving her labia for later in the week. Of course…her clitoris does after all belong to me. Ha! No…she never knew what I was doing with the roomie when I let her sleep. Stupid cow. Omigod! Right?! So…you got the images?! I effin’ told you she had the face and body of Jaimee Hoyle. Yes! The same eyes…the legs…the very same worthless titties! Man…it’s hard to believe that was seventeen years ago. Oy! I am sooo proud of myself. What’s that? Oh, God yes…your female is exquisite. I totally understand that you prefer sluts to be much more closer in age to ourselves. And the pics you sent me were priceless! All that accomplished in just five days with the whore! Good lad! By the way…you’re getting to be an expert with the whip. The welts you left on her legs and back look like military chevrons. Very precise! I bet the pig screamed her lungs out. Good lad!”
Final Flight -
Forty-nine year old Jessica Warner was never found. Mexico City police discounted a statement from a local prostitute who claimed she had been paid to view video of a woman answering Mrs. Warner’s description being tortured half to death by a group of three men in masks and hoods. The ‘witness’ insisted that the individuals in possession of the vid referred to the film as property of Abernathy Bros, Inc.
Deidre Myers - by now in her early thirties - was last documented to be alive and well in Istanbul. Her clientele speaks highly of her abilities regarding her mouth, tongue and throat. But complaints have surfaced as it pertains to the whore nicknamed Didi. That she would awaken an entire brothel with nightmarish screams. Shrieking that she was being tortured inside a cave.
Paul Abernathy himself utilized the personal data connected to the missing roommate of Deidre Myers to eventually locate, stalk and kidnap her younger sister. Reports state that this female is currently being raped and tortured in a very secure place.
Atop a futon mattress……
