He had picked them up in a bar, plying them with free drinks, charm, and the implication that he had a lot of money. John Shallum had money, as much as he needed, but not as much as he had led them to believe. He hadn't needed to use any of those wiles, however, to convince them to go home with him. He only needed to wish them to do so. John Shallum was psychotropic. He had the ability, with merely a thought, to convince whatever subjects he focused on to do his bidding. Even if it meant their death.
He had killed plenty of people, but none that could be directly traced back to him. They had all died from tragic, stupid, unexplainable accidents, or the occasional suicide. He wasn't sure yet, how these girls were going to die.
He was planning on having some fun with them first. Not ordinary fun the way most people thought of it. Sadistic fun. John had had sex with plenty of beautiful women. He only needed to make the mental suggestion and women would bend to his will and satisfy his every desire. It didn't matter if they were single, or married, or had children of their own. If he saw a woman he wanted, he had her. Any angry fathers, or boyfriends, or husbands were placated with the barest thought that the daughter, girlfriend, or adulterous wife had only been serving the greater good and they should be proud of her for her service to humanity. They always were. It was so easy; it had become boring.
These four girls, roommates from a local college were going to be his next big thing. Before leaving the bar, he had convinced them to do a topless dance on the bar. Other girls joined in, and not all of them because of his suggestion. It was a raucous good time. It gave him an opportunity to evaluate their tits. They all had nice ones as far as he was concerned, and so he bade them join him at his home. Unsurprisingly they agreed.
John's home was across the tracks in the industrial district. It used to be the industrial district, at least. Now it was mostly abandoned factories and warehouses. The place he made his home used to be a typewriter factory. He got it for his asking price, as he did nearly everything, and converted part of it into a comfortable living space. The rest, he merely had cleared of debris and detritus and professionally cleaned. He also had the roof replaced. He thought that, eventually, he would finish the rest into apartments, but he was in no hurry. The neighborhood was changing as buildings were being converted to shops and condominiums, but slowly. The change had not yet impacted the area where he resided. This made it the perfect place to toy with his new pets.
Secluded in the back of the building with high windows that let in light but not prying eyes, the loading dock was a large open space perfect for a dungeon. John had several working pulley lifts he could use to stretch a girl's arms up over her head. He had made a pillory from some large beams he found among the contents of the building and also a St. Andrew's Cross.
In the center of the loading dock, with outstretched arms and spread legs tied between two posts, stood Rebecca, a blonde, more full-figured than the rest. She had the largest breasts of the four, and the widest hips, but still had a flat, if soft, stomach and a firm round ass. Her pussy was lovely, too, covered with a dense tuft of blonde fur that matched the color of her hair. He was glad that she hadn't elected to shave it clean like so many women did these days. He admired her as she stood, her spread legs emphasizing her slightly spread pussy lips that glistened with moisture, no doubt because she found being naked and exposed so shamefully to be erotic in spite of the fact that she was completely helpless. Her nipples were erect at the tips of her breasts also betraying her arousal, John thought. He gave her nipples a playful tug before turning his attention to the brown-haired girl to her left, standing on tiptoes with arms suspended over her head.
Jennifer was, perhaps, the least among them as far as sexual allure was concerned. She was thin, small breasted, with narrow hips, an unkempt mass of fur about her nether regions. Her ass was her greatest redeeming quality, John mused. It fit her lithe figure and was firm and pert. He wanted to spank it and assuredly he would.
To Rebecca's right was Zoey, also with arms suspended overhead. A dark-haired beauty, she had the prize tits among the four of them. They were fairly large, particularly considering her petite frame, very firm, standing straight out from her chest. The finest plastic surgeon could not have created a more perfect set of tits, but hers were natural. It was she who first piqued John's interest and gave him the idea for the topless dance. Zoey's tits were not her only charm. Her face was lovely with big brown eyes that sparkled of life and love. Her waist was flat and trim, flaring out into hips that housed one of the loveliest pussys he had ever seen. Her pubic hair had been neatly groomed into a triangle that pointed down to her puffy clamshell labia that formed a distinct camel toe in the tight pants she had been wearing. John loved sinking his stiff dick in a pussy like that.
The fourth girl, Karen, was a redhead. Honest to goodness. She had the pubic hair to prove it, though not a lot. She had trimmed it into a small thick patch that wouldn't show above her bikini. Her tits were smaller, but round and pert, adorned with pink areolas and hard pink pencil eraser nipples. John found them attractive even if they were on the smaller side. She had a figure similar to that of Jennifer, though a bit curvier. She had wider hips and a more pronounced waist that was really attractive from the rear when she was bent over, as she was now, her neck and wrists trapped between the bars of a pillory. It displayed her ass in its full glory. It was a really nice one, John thought, pale and full, but firm. He had plans for that ass.
John worked throughout the night indulging his every evil fantasy at the expense of the four trapped girls. He began by tickling Rebecca with a large feather. He ran it lightly over her body searching for the most effective spot. He found it on her side just below her armpit. He ran the feather lightly over the area repeatedly. Rebecca laughed even though that was the last thing she felt like doing. She couldn't help it. She laughed until she peed. Her bladder had been full from all of the drinks she had consumed and with the tickling, she lost control. Piss gushed out all over the floor.
"You naughty girl!" John shouted in mock anger. "You pissed all over! You will pay for that mistake," he said sternly. Then he smacked her left tit as hard as he could. Rebecca squealed in shock and pain. "No screaming, girls," John cautioned. He had no need of gags or other devices to silence them. A simple command was enough. He smacked her right tit with his other hand, leaving a red imprint. Rebecca drew in a breath but did not scream. John repeatedly smacked her tits until they fairly glowed red. Her nipples were engorged and hard. This gave him the idea to attach binder clips to them. Rebecca winced and whimpered as John placed a clip on each nipple but she did not scream. Satisfied, he turned his attention to Jennifer.
Jennifer had tears streaming down her face as he approached her. He stood in front of her, appraising her. She was kind of scrawny, he thought. He fondled her breasts, feeling her nipples swell to his touch. He like her tits, though. Even though they were small, he found them aesthetically pleasing. He glanced down at the forest of hair covering her pubic region. "How come you don't shave down here?" he asked dragging a hand through her fur. He let his middle finger slide into her slit and found it to be wet.
"I never thought about it," Jennifer answered. "It's not like I get a lot of action."
