Saturday morning finally came and the two of us took the old company van out to the deserted building. Bill drove around to the rear of the building to the loading area and parked. As we got out, Bill looked all around and said, "This is good. Lots of privacy here. This ramp will make it easier to get Jen into the building. Let's go inside and look around."
Bill inserted the key into the dusty lock, turned it and opened the door. We entered and I flipped a light switch. Surprisingly, a single overhead light came on. We walked farther through a wide open space until we came to a free swinging double door and then we pushed into the next room. I flipped the next light switch I saw and on came another single overhead light. In the near distance I saw a sign on a door that read, "MEN."
"Alright, Bill! Let's see what's behind door number one!"
I pushed open the door and flipped on a light to reveal exactly what I had imagined. The floor was made of dingy white, tiny octagonal tiles, stained from years of use and lack of care. There were several stalls that lined one wall, sinks on the opposite wall, and at the far end stood a line of urinals that went from about waist high to the floor. I looked at Bill and he grinned back. "You know, if I tape her wrists behind her back, she won't be able to prop herself up once she's on her knees. This could be good in a really sick kind of way. You're sure you're okay with this?"
Bill patted my shoulder and said, "I knew you were the right man for the job! Besides, anything you make her do that she likes, I'll get to do to her later."
We left the restroom and continued inspecting the building. Not far away was a door with a sign on it that read, "SICK ROOM."
"Okay, Bill. Let's see what's behind door number two!"
I pushed open that door and flipped on another overhead light. Inside was what appeared to be a nurse's station, complete with an old metal hospital bed and a bare mattress.
"Oh, man! This is perfect!" I shouted. "No windows to the outside. Metal bed frame for securing restraints. Mattress. There's even some old medical tape and scissors over there. Depending on how much it would cost to rent this place, we could probably do a little bit of renovating and turn this into dungeon for the kinksters in town."
"What the hell are you talking about, Brent?"
"You've never heard about the BDSM crowds at dungeons? If you can get the word out, you can make some money on a decent kink club."
Bill looked at me strangely and asked, "How many people in this town do you think are going to join a kink club, Brent?"
"Okay. Good point, Bill. But it's a thought. So, where do you want the cameras? One near the urinals and one in here? It's too bad we only have two."
"Yeah, sounds good. I'll come back later and hook them up. Just being in here and thinking about what you might do to Jen got me horny. I want to get back home and get down and dirty with her."
Bill locked the door and we went out to the van. Before I got inside, I noticed some large metal rings bolted into the side of the loading dock. "I don't know what the original purpose of those rings were, but they look like they'd be good for securing Jen in a spread eagle for either a whipping or a fucking, or both."
Bill just stood there looking at me and finally said, "You're one sick mother fucker, aren't you? Save the whipping idea for somebody else."
"Note to self," I said. "No whipping Bill's lovely wife. Fuck her brains out but don't leave any marks on her."
The next several days seemed to drag by. Both Bill and myself were ready for this to happen. We'd worked out all the details. He'd installed the cameras and given me the keys and alarm codes to the building. I had the van gassed up and even put a thin mattress on the floor in the back. I'd connected handcuffs and ankle cuffs to the ends of the bed frame, and also stocked the cabinets with a couple of extra large dildos and a bottle of lubricant. I wasn't sure if I'd use it, but I hung a 2-quart enema bag with tubing from a hook I'd fastened to a door of a stall, just in case. I'd even practiced how I was going to grab Jen and get her into the van.
The day it was going to happen finally arrived. Bill told me he was going to make Jen go to the corner store at 10:30 PM wearing only sandals and a rain coat with nothing on underneath. He said he'd tell her to flash the cashier on her way out to make sure she'd do it. It'd also make it easier for me to get her naked. All I had to do was park the van on the street between their home and the store... and wait for the right moment.
I left early to make sure I'd get the best possible parking location. I wanted to be equidistant between the streetlights so I'd have the least amount of light falling on me. As it happened, I was the only person who parked on the street. And I had to sit and wait a long, long time. I kept glancing at my watch until finally it was almost time. I opened the sliding door of the van and left it ajar, then stared into the mirror, waiting for Jen to arrive. When I finally saw her figure in the distance, my cock immediately got hard. I wondered if this is what real rapists experience. I didn't really care. All I wanted to do was scare the living daylights out of Jen, get her into the van, gag her, blindfold her and restrain her with the duct tape, and then get to the abandoned building to start my fun. When she neared the van, I surprised myself at how easily I was able to do just that. Everything seemed to go so smoothly, although once I had her lying face down on the mattress, it was all just a blur. I sat and watched her struggling against the tape. I listened to her muffled cries for help. I told her, "Calm down, bitch. I'm going to take you where no one will ever find you and I'm going to have so much fun using you. Before I'm done with you, you'll have done so many depraved things and begged for more that you won't ever think about plain vanilla sex again. Now, shut up and enjoy the ride."
I started the van and eased out of the parking space. I drove towards the old building, thinking about the things I wanted to do. Jen remained quiet for a while. For whatever reason, about a mile before we got to the building, she started struggling and trying to scream. The road was empty and dark, so I pulled over on the side and stepped into the back of the van. I rolled her over onto her back and quickly unbuttoned her coat. Sure enough, she was naked under it. I slapped her tits forcefully and then shoved two fingers into her soaked pussy. "Just as I thought! You're enjoying this, aren't you?" I roughly finger fucked her for about 30-seconds and then pulled my fingers out and wiped them between her mouth and nose. "Smell that? That's pure arousal, slut. You and I are going to have a lot of fun."
