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by ExecChef
Chapter 1
Saturday May 9, 2015
A Lodge in Lake George, NY
"Oh my GOD, Greg this meat is DELICIOUS!" One of the guests told the owner of the lodge. "What is it?"
"Ahhhh wouldn't you love to know," Greg replied. "It's pork, but just prepared a certain way. The recipe stays with me and Jodi."
The rest of the guests were enjoying the unexpected surprise cookout on this Saturday evening courtesy of the lodge owners, Greg and Jodi. They paid for the food, the wine, and the beer. They smiled at each other and looked over towards Room #21. After the party, they would clear it out for the next guest. Who knows when that would be, but the room will be ready.
"We'll be right back everyone!" Greg said. "Help yourselves to more!"
Greg and Jodi walked towards the house that they lived in on the property. They walked downstairs to the basement and unlocked the door. They turned the light on and looked at the latest addition hanging on the wall. Greg and Jodi clinked their bottles of beer, held hands and smiled. Another success.
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Tuesday May 3, 2016
Boston, Massachusetts
"At the southern tip of Lake George you'll find the entrance to the County Bike Trail. a beautiful wooded 9-mile long bike path. The bike path is dotted with signs from the historical association, telling of times past and historical events that make the trip educational as well as great fun! Along the way you will bike in a forest under a canopy of trees. Traveling light and didn't bring your bicycles with you? There are many places throughout Lake George that provide bicycle rentals"
Maureen clicked on the link for the bicycle rentals and jotted down the phone number to a place called the County Lodge, one of the many quiet places in Lake George. She needed to get away from it all and take a mental vacation. She worked in a big downtown bank in Boston as a financial analyst. The job paid well, but she worked long hours and spent her days looking at numbers and although she enjoyed it, she was at the point of starting to get stressed out not just with her job, but not much else was happening in her life.
Maureen was now 29 years old. She had moved out of her parents' home three years ago and lived by herself in a one bedroom apartment in Boston. She was a good looking, Catholic Irish girl. By no means was she gorgeous, but she was attractive enough. She was very shy around guys though and never really had a relationship with a guy of any kind. She played soccer in college, but since she started working indoors she didn't have as much time to work out, and she put on a few extra pounds. She was extremely self conscious about that. She was 5'5" tall and was up to 145 pounds. She knew that the ideal weight for a woman her height was around 130 pounds.
She searched for a getaway destination while she was at work today, and Lake George, NY looked perfect. She absolutely loved riding her bicycle but she got tired of dealing with the Boston traffic. She thought a nice solo getaway with a long, quiet biking trail would be just what she needed to recharge her batteries. She looked at her planner. She was going on a date with someone she connected with on eHarmony tomorrow evening, but she didn't have anything else going on the rest of the week. She was going to take a vacation day Thursday and drive to Lake George, enjoy the weekend alone with beautiful scenery and come back on Sunday.
Maureen left the bank, took the train to her apartment and slipped into a T-shirt and sweatpants. She put some pasta to boil and fished for the phone number out of her purse. She dialed the County Lodge in Lake George.
"Thank you for calling the County Lodge, this is Jodi, can I help you?"
"Yes hi, I was hoping to reserve a room?"
"Surrrre, just hold on a sec. What day will you be checking in?"
"Ummmmm, I'm hoping for Thursday, and checking out Sunday?" Maureen said.
"Okay, let me check....... I think that looks good for us! How many people?"
"Just me, I just need a little getaway from everything."
"Totally understand! This is the place for it! Where are you coming from?"
"Boston. Yeah I'm really looking forward to it. Peace and quiet. Also, I found on a website that you guys provide bicycle rentals?"
"Mmhhmmm," Jodi said. "And it's a really good time of the year for biking too. We provide the bike, the lock, the helmet, and a map of all the local trails in the area."
"That sounds great, can I reserve a bicycle now?"
"Yes of course, so the room is going to be $90 per night, and the bicycle $30 per day. Do you want to give me your credit card info now?"
"Sure, just a sec," Maureen said as she lowered the heat on the stove and took her credit card out. She read the numbers and the expiration date.
"And the name on the card?"
"Maureen Kelly. K-E-L-L-Y."
"Ooookay Maureen! So everything is all set and we will see you on Thursday!"
"Ok great, thanks very much!"
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Jodi walked over to the house where Greg was in the living room watching TV.
"Got a girl from out of town coming in on Thursday. Boston. I'm going to put her down for room 29, but I'll leave 21 open just in case. You don't have anyone for 21 do you?"
"No not at the moment," Greg said. "What's her name?"
"Maureen Kelly."
"Well, we'll keep our fingers crossed. Charlie is anxious for the next one."
Chapter 2
Wednesday May 4, 2016
Boston, 10 pm
Maureen declined a ride home from her date. He was a nice guy, but he was a total bore. She took a cab home and before she started to pack for her getaway, she called her parents.
"Hey Mom."
"Hey how's it going sweetie?"
"Ehh, just went on a brutal date."
Maureen's mother laughed.
"Yeahhh I know. Nice guy, just insanely boring. Listen Mom, let Dad know that I'm going on a little vacation tomorrow out of town for a few days."
"Oh? Where are you going?"
"I'm gonna drive to Lake George and do some sightseeing and biking. Just want to get away from everything for a couple of days. Don't worry, I'll be home in time for Mother's Day."
"Ok sweetie, don't worry about that. Take care of yourself and enjoy the little vacation. I'm sure you'll come back nice and refreshed."
"Yeah I hope so! I'm going to have my phone off most of the time too."
"Ok, just call us when you get there."
"Will do. Bye Mom."
"Goodnight sweetie."
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Thursday May 5, 2016
About an hour away from the County Lodge, Maureen was starting to soak in the beautiful scenery as she drove. This planet really is gorgeous in some places. Way behind her in Boston was the stress of the bank and advising clients on finances. Up ahead was peace and quiet, biking, and relaxing. She had her sunglasses on and the window down a bit, her shoulder length hair blowing slightly with the breeze. There was nothing but open road in front of her.
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Jodi had just gotten back to the Lodge from biking this afternoon. She took a shower, then replaced Greg at the check in desk. Around 6 pm, she looked outside and saw a White Chevy Impala with Massachusetts license plates pulling into a spot by the lobby. Jodi called the house and Greg quickly answered.
"She's here. Let's take a look," Jodi said. Greg hung up and walked outside. He was actually the first one to see Maureen as she got out of her car. She was wearing a tight fitting green polo shirt, jeans and sneakers.
"Well hello there, you must be Maureen."
"Hi! Yes."
Greg reached out to shake her hand.
"I'm Greg. I own the lodge with Jodi who you spoke to the other day. Let's get you checked in!"
Greg was taking note of Maureen's body as he walked with her to the lobby.
"Well hello there! Welcome to the County Lodge. Maureen, right?" Jodi said as she walked into the lobby.
"Yes, hi Jodi." Maureen said with a smile.
"So how was the trip?" Jodi was eyeing Maureen's body as well.
"It was good. Really easy, no traffic. And God, the scenery around here is SO beautiful."
"Yes it sure is, most of the out of towners from cities point that out. Well we're glad you made it safe and sound. Can I see your ID and credit card?"
While Maureen got the requested items out of her wallet, Greg swung around from behind the desk and nodded "yes" to Jodi. To be sure, he wrote down on a piece of paper "21."
"Okay, wonderful. Thanks Maureen." Jodi handed the ID back and swiped the credit card.
"Okay Maureen you are all set! Are you going to go biking now or in the morning?"
"In the morning, I think I'll check out the downtown area tonight."
"Ok great, come by for the free breakfast in the morning and I'll bring out your bike. Here is your room key. Room number 21."
Jodi felt her stomach growl when she in fact told Maureen that she was going to Room 21. As they watched the Bostonian go back to her car to get her bags, they looked at each other.
"So do you want to call Charlie, or should I?" Jodi asked.
"I'll take care of it."
Jodi clicked on some files on her personal laptop which she kept behind the main desk in the lobby. She clicked the icon that said "Record." Greg, meanwhile, got Charlie on the phone.
"Charlie. It's Greg. Room 21 is on now. Let me know what you think."
Chapter 3
Charlie didn't get much of a glimpse of her. When he got the phone call from Greg, he patched in to the live recording of Room #21 at the County Lodge and the girl just set her bags down and went right back out.
"I'll need to see more of her, but I trust your judgment," Charlie said to Greg when he called him back.
"I think you will like her. We sure do. Keep an eye out tonight, check her out when she comes back and let me know."
"Will do."
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Maureen parked her car in the downtown area and took a walk. The air was so fresh and the towns folk were so friendly. It was unusual if someone did not say "Good evening" as they passed by. She walked into some of the local stores and bought some souvenirs for her to take home with her. She had dinner downtown and a couple of drinks. She continued to walk around until her buzz wore off, then she headed back to the lodge.
She pulled into the spot in front of her room. When she got out of the car, Jodi was walking by.
"Hey Maureen! Have a good time out?"
"Yeah just checked out the downtown area. Everyone is so unbelievably nice!"
"Yeah that's how it goes around here. Everyone is very chill, ya know?"
"Yeah I can see. I already want to come back!"
"Very good! Well, have a goodnight. Please let us know if you need anything."
Jodi made her way back to the house and told Greg that Maureen was back. She turned her computer on while Greg called Charlie to let him know that the girl was back in her room.
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Charlie patched back in to the live feed inside of Room 21. Her name was Maureen Kelly. There were hidden cameras planted inside of Room 21; One in the main area, one inside of the shower, and one inside of the bathroom mirror.
He watched through the main room camera as the girl took off her polo shirt revealing her bra. He pulled his dick out and started to masturbate. She sat on the bed, pulled off her shoes and socks, then stood up and took her jeans off. She folded her jeans and polo shirt and placed it on the chair next to the bed, then went into the bathroom.
Charlie switched cameras to the bathroom mirror. She was turning on the shower. She walked back into the main area, sat on the bed and pulled her phone out. Looked like she was checking messages or her e-mail. Charlie continued to slowly jerk off as he watched her. As she was sitting still, he had his first chance to really evaluate her. She had terrific meat on her legs, and a little padding in her waste area. Not unattractively fat, by any means, but she would really do well for Greg and Jodi and what they wanted. The question was, would Charlie enjoy doing it?
She stood up and went back into the bathroom, and Charlie switched cameras again. Finally, she pulled off her bra and took her panties off. Very nice sized breasts, and a terrific rump. Her pussy area was hairy, but that would not be a problem. She stepped into the shower, and Charlie switched cameras again.
This was the best view he had of her. She looked terrific. She had freckles on her face and on her shoulders and biceps. Her arms looked nice a meaty, and he confirmed that her legs were delectable. They told him this girl was from Boston. An uppity city girl, he thought. Could be fun to do her. He kept rubbing his cock and looked up at the stainless steel table. Would he want Maureen Kelly on that table so he could do his work? He looked back at the live feed, at Maureen showering.
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Greg and Jodi were watching Maureen shower on their own computer, commenting on how perfect she is. Greg's phone rang. Charlie was not a man of many words.
"I'll do her. When?"
"I'll pick you up tomorrow night. We'll get her when she's sleeping."
"Mmmmmmmmm. See you tomorrow Greg. I'm going to have all kinds of fun with her."
Greg hung up the phone and told Jodi that it was a go.
"Great! I thought he'd like her. It's been about a year since that girl from Montreal."
"Yeah I know he's been getting antsy. But we're a go. We'll get her set up for tomorrow night. He sounded really sadistic about this one for some reason."
Jodi was typing a flyer on her computer that she was going to post in the lobby in the morning.
"Greg, did Charlie ever tell you what he does to these girls when he processes them for us?"
"You know Jo, he started to one day. I was curious and I asked him, but I had to tell him to stop. It was beyond horrific. He says he's gotten better with each girl and he's kept each one alive longer than the last. I mean, to be honest, I wouldn't do the girls like he does, but he says it improves the quality of the mean and he does a great job with them. I will give him that."
"Yeah I know. Jeez, I can't imagine what he does. But as long as he keeps doing this for free, what choice do we have? People have loved these cookouts."
"Yeah Jo, it's about the bottom line. The more guests we get who enjoy the experience, the better."
Jodi finished up the flyer and printed it out. Greg pulled a large rectangular piece of wood out of a closet and placed it on the dining room table. Jodi took a black marker, sat down by the piece of wood, and started to neatly and slowly write in large block letters;
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Chapter 4
Friday May 6, 2016
Maureen's phone alarm woke her up at 7:00 am. She sprung right out of bed and was excited to get the day going. She went to the bathroom, washed her face and put her hair in a pony tail. She was wearing a white T-Shirt and grey sweat pants. She put her flip flops on and made her way out of her room. Before she went to the community kitchen for breakfast, she decided to give herself a quick tour of the property. Not much to see, just quiet all around the one story lodge. It extended out about 200 feet, and towards the end there was an area with chairs set up and a large BBQ grill. She wondered how often they used this thing.
She walked back towards the main area and entered the community kitchen. A couple of people were in there filling their plates with fruit and bagels.
"Good morning," one of them said to Maureen.
"Good morning."
Maureen saw a flier up on the wall. It read;
Attention Guests!
We will be hosting a free cookout this Saturday evening, May 7th, at 6:00 pm. Food and drinks will be provided. Hope to see you there!
Greg and Jodi
Maureen thought these people were so nice, and she planned on attending the cookout. But for today, it was all about bicycling. She put some fruit salad on a plate, made herself a cup of coffee and made her way back to towards her room. Jodi was making her way to the kitchen and they crossed paths.
"Good morning Maureen, how did you sleep?"
"Very good, thanks. It was so comfortable and quiet."
"Yes I know. Sometimes it's tough for people from the city to adjust, but I'm glad you got some good rest. When you're done eating and you're all set, I'll have your bicycle ready in the lobby."
"Ok, great. Thanks!"
"Sure thing Maureen, see you in a bit."
Maureen went back into Room 21 and ate her breakfast and slurped down her coffee. She took off her sleeping clothes, totally unaware that a stranger 20 minutes away was watching her and jerking off. She put on a baby blue Nike Dri-Fit short sleeve shirt and a navy blue pair of compression shorts. She put a pair of white ankle socks on, then her sneakers and she was ready to go. She strapped a pouch around her waist and put her room key, her wallet, and her cell phone inside.
She walked into the lobby and saw her bicycle leaning against the wall.
"Ok Maureen she's all yours. Helmet and everything is on the table. Which trail are you going to?"
"I'm gonna try the nine mile one. Might take me awhile, but I am in no rush."
"Ohhhh yes. My favorite one. The scenery is out of this world, and it's pretty quiet. You'll have plenty of time to yourself. Well, be safe and we'll see you later."
"Ok thanks. Oh, and I'm planning on being at the cookout tomorrow. Thanks so much!"
"Sure thing," Jodi said. And as she watched Maureen leave, getting a good luck at those delicious legs, she thought to herself, "Yes you will be at the cookout tomorrow. You have no idea."
Chapter 5
Maureen arrived back at the lodge at 8:45 pm. She was beyond exhausted, and a little bit sunburned but she was looking forward to showering and falling asleep with the TV on. Today was exactly what she needed. She loved the feeling of sore muscles. It reminded her of her athletic days in high school and college.
She wheeled the bicycle into the lobby, and Jodi met her inside.
"Sure, just leave it right there against the wall and I'll sanitize the helmet. Are you taking her out again tomorrow?"
"Not sure yet, maybe. I am so tired right now, I'll see how I feel in the morning."
"Ok, no problem. It'll be right here. Just grab it and go in the morning if you want to. We're very lax here."
"I appreciate it! Good night Jodi."
"Good night Maureen."
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Jodi and Greg watched from their computer as Maureen went right to the bathroom to turn the shower on. She went back into the main area and started to take off her clothes.
"Clock is ticking girlie girl!" Jodi said to the computer screen. They switched cameras as the woman they were going to serve to their guests went back and forth from the bathroom to the main area a couple of times. She packed her sweaty clothes into a laundry bag and got into the shower. They watched as Maureen took the last shower she would ever take.
Greg dialed Charlie.
"Charlie, you watching this?"
"Mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm"
"Almost there."
"Can't wait to get started on her. What time are you coming?"
"I'll be there in an hour."
"See you then."
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Maureen dried herself up, put on her white T-shirt and grey sweatpants and bushed her teeth. She turned off the lights, climbed onto the bed, got under the covers and turned the TV on. She flipped through the channels for awhile before settling on one of the new Batman movies that was playing on TNT. She could barely keep her eyes open. She grabbed her phone, set the alarm for 7 am and closed her eyes with the TV on. She was so comfortable, so relaxed. All of the stress from the city and work was gone. In less than 10 minutes, she was asleep.
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Jodi, Greg, and Charlie were all in the lobby behind the main desk watching Maureen sleep on the computer. Greg's minivan was parked next to Maureen's car outside of Room 21. There were only 6 other guests staying over tonight, and all 6 of them were in rooms that were past Room 21, so there was no fear of them being seen. It was a strategic move that they had gotten accustomed to whenever they planned on one of their special cookouts.
"She hasn't moved in awhile, think she's out pretty good?" Jodi asked.
"Yeah I think we're good to go. Charlie you got your mask right?"
"Got it right here. Gas the bitch."
Jodi turned a knob from behind the desk. It activated the dispersing of Halothane vapor, a sleeping agent, through the vents in Room 21. Maureen would inhale it in her sleep without even knowing it, and she would be knocked out cold. They waited for 10 minutes, then put their masks on that covered their noses and mouths.
"Let's go get her. Jodi you look out."
They walked to Room 21. Greg unlocked the door and he and Charlie entered. Jodi stayed outside where it was silent. All of the lights in the lodge were out. Greg and Charlie tip toed their way in and there was no response from Maureen. Greg walked to the side of the bed and gently stroked Maureen's cheek. No response.
He pulled the comforter covering her completely off the bed.
"Mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm......." Charlie hummed.
Charlie grabbed Maureen's ankles while Greg got a hold of her under her arms. Jodi motioned with her hand that they were clear. They carried Maureen out of the room and Jodi opened the side door of Greg's minivan. They placed her on the floor in the back. They had done this many times already, and they knew there was no need to tie her up. She would be out for a couple of hours and it was just a 20 minute ride. Charlie stayed in the back and Greg drove. Greg knew not to speak. Charlie was in his zone, mentally preparing everything he was going to do to this girl.
"Greg, what time is the cookout?"
"Six."
"Alright, I'll have her processed and delivered by 5."
"Wonderful, thanks as always Charlie."
Greg pulled up to Charlie's house. As many homes were in this area, it was very private and very secluded. They opened the sliding door and carried Maureen downstairs into the basement. They laid her out face up on the stainless steel table in the middle of the basement. There were cuffs attached to each end. Leaving her T-shirt and sweatpants on, Maureen's wrists and ankles were cuffed to each corner of the rectangular table. Charlie took a ball gag, shoved it in her mouth, then secured it around the back of her neck nice and tight.
"Greg, thanks as always. I am going to really enjoy this one."
"Great Charlie, and we'll enjoy her too with our guests tomorrow. Have fun, and we'll see you tomorrow around 5."
Greg left, and Charlie was left alone with the unconscious, restrained Maureen Kelly. He took a slow walk around the table, staring down at her. His dick was rock hard thinking about everything he was going to do to her. He took off all of his clothes and stood there completely naked. He was ready to begin.
He took a pack of smelling salts, crushed it, and held it under Maureen's nose. She snapped awake. She looked around and tried to move, but she quickly realized she was gagged and restrained.
"WHHHAAAA HUH FUCKKK!!! RET EE GOOO!!!!"
Charlie laughed. He took a notebook and a pen, and spoke out loud as he was writing.
"Maureen Kelly. May 6th, 2016. From BOSTON! Caucasian, Irish. First reaction, anger!" He put the pen down and spoke to her directly now. "Are you a fighter, Maureen Kelly?"
"RET EEE GOOO!!!!! HEEEEELLLLLLLLPPP!!!!!!" She screamed through the gag.
"Hmmmm... no tears yet. Don't worry, we'll get there quickly. You know Maureen, I have been doing this for awhile now and with each girl that comes through here, I get better and better. I used to put some music on during this, but for tonight, the most beautiful music to my ears is going to be the desperate, terrified, ear piercing screams from Maureen Kelly."
"NOOOOOOO!!!!! AAAARRRGGGGH!!!!!!!!"
"Yeahhh, we're getting there aren't we? What do you think, should I start out by raping you?"
"HHHEEEEELLLLLLLPPPPPPP!!!!!! RET EEE GOOOO-HOOOOO-HOOOOOOOOOO!!!"
"Yeah I didn't think so. Well, I don't want to rape you anyway. I am almost insulted that you would think that you are here to merely be raped."
Charlie grabbed a pair of scissors.
"But, I DO need you naked."
He cut away at her T-shirt while she screamed frantically, revealing her bare chest. Then he cut away her sweat pants, cutting up each leg to the waste band, then ripping them off of her. Finally, one snip at her panties, and she was completely naked.
"Mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm. This is very, very nice. All of it. Greg and Jodi made a great choice indeed. Now, I cannot wait any longer. I want to hear how loud you can scream."
Charlie went and retrieved two cases. One red, one black, and he set them down on the table between Maureen's legs.
"Now, Maureen. I am going to open each of these cases, and I want you to look to see what is inside. And when you see what is inside, be fully aware that I fully intend to use each and every item on you over the next 12 to 14 hours."
He loved the look of fear on her face. Sweat was pouring down, and she was breathing heavily.
"Now, inside of case number 1!"
"OHHHHHH GAAADD!!!! NOOOOOOO!!!!!!! AAAAARRRGHHHH!!!!!!! HHEEEELPPPPPPPPP!!!!!!!!"
"Yesssss, SCREAM FOR ME BITCH!!!! But no no no, we are not done yet. Here is case number 2!"
"AAAAAARRRRGHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!! AAAAHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!! OHHHHHH MY GAAAAADDDDD!!!!!!!!!"
"I knew we would get the tears flowing quickly!"
Chapter 6
"Yeahhh that's right. I knew we'd get the tears coming," Charlie said to Maureen. Any tough girl act from her was long gone when she saw the contents of the two cases.
", but don't worry. It's not like I am going to kill you quickly. You'll be hanging around with me for quite awhile. Literally," Charlie said as he directed her attention to the mechanical gambrel hoisting system above the steel table.
"And forget these cases for now. These fun little toys come later. For now, Maureen, you have 10 fingers and 10 toes."
Charlie went to a drawer to retrieve something.
"Well, that is convenient!" He said a he approached her. "Because, it just so happens that I have 20 of these things."
He held up 20 porcupine quills that were tightly wrapped with a rubber band. The tips were razor sharp, and Maureen's frantic reaction said it all. She knew what was coming and she was helpless. Charlie took 5 quills and set them next to her left foot. Then 5 by her right foot, and 5 by each of her wrists.
"Hmmmmm, where to start? Where. To. Start. I know!"
He stood by Maureen's left foot and picked up one of the quills. He held it above her big toe.
"THIS little piggy went to the market....", he said before slowly inserting the quill up her toe nail. He slowly twirled it around, and Maureen cursed through the gag and howled louder than any words here can describe.
"Mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm...... Now, THIS little piggy stayed home." He stuck one into her second toe, and the screaming was even louder.
"Verrrrry good Maureen! Let's not neglect your delicate little fingers."
He held her left index finger in place, and slowly stuck another quill up her finger nail.
FFFFFFFUUUUUUUUUUCKKKKKKKKKKKKK!!!!! OWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWW!!!!!!!!!!!
"Mmmmmmmmmm...... let's slow it down. Only 17 more to go."
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"I wonder if he's started yet?" Jodi asked Greg as they were gathering Maureen's belongings in Room 21.
"I'm sure he has, and I'm sure he's having his fun. As long as he has her processed and ready for the cookout, he can do whatever he wants."
They were packing her bags with all of her stuff.
"She was a nice girl. I liked her," Jodi said. They would expertly stage a scene near a trail miles away. Placing her car and her phone in certain places, it would appear that Maureen was abducted somewhere miles from the lodge.
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Charlie ran the shaving razor over the last bit of hair on Maureen's body, except for the hair on her head. That would stay on.
"No one's gonna want any little bit of hair with their meal tomorrow night," he said to Maureen who was breathing heavily and in excruciating pain after the porcupine quill torture.
"You DID see the sign in the lobby about the cookout, I presume? Well what it didn't say was that chops and strips of Maureen Kelly are going to be the main course."
He loved the utter despair on her face. This was what he lived for.
"Mmmmm yes. Now, my sharp metal instruments want to meet your flesh."
He took one of the pointy tools from the red case, and slowly traced her ear lobe, then down the left side of her neck.
"I've studied the most sensitive parts of the female body. Now, I plan to explore them with my tools. Did you know that there are hundreds of nerve endings in your lips?"
He took the instrument to her mouth. Her lips outlined the ball gag nicely and he traced her lips as best as he could while she jerked her head around. He had to press down on her forehead with one arm and work on her lips with his other hand which held the tool. He drew some blood from the top and bottom lip and when he was done, Maureen begged him once again through the gag to let her go.
"Mmmmmmmmmmmm..... I love it when you beg. So sweet. So innocent."
He took the small hooks from the middle of the red case. With one hand, he started to massage her breasts, spending about 3 minutes with each one.
"Let's loosen these up real good. I've got something special for your nipples."
He took one of the small hooks in one hand and with the other, he squeezed her left breast while she screamed in anticipation of the pain that was coming.
"Now, hold niiiicccee and stillll."
He stuck the hook right through the nipple on her left breast and left it there. He repeated the task with her right breast. The howling and screaming continued from his tortured victim.
"You DO want to stay alive, don't you? Then don't worry about a thing. We still have plenty of time left together Maureen."
Chapter 7
Saturday May 7, 2016
Charlie secured Maureen's ankles with the leather cuffs attached to the hoisting system. The sun had been up for a couple of hours now. He had just subjected Maureen through a night of extreme torture, making sure she was kept awake and aware of everything. Her body was beaten and she had no energy left to fight or scream anymore. She was sobbing, panting, and moaning. She was begging Charlie to put her out of her misery already.
"There's still more to do," he said as he released Maureen's wrists from the cuffs on the table, pressed a button and watched as Maureen was slowly lifted by her feet. He cuffed her hands behind her back. Every sharp instrument from the red case had been used on her body, and he took a slow walk around as she dangled helpless, admiring his art work.
Then, he laid out a heavy duty tarp underneath her. He placed an aluminum pan on the stainless steel table next to them, and placed a large plastic cooler with a drain plug angled downward next to them on the floor. He smacked her ass, and squeezed her left ass cheek hard.
"Your meat is gonna need a place to go. Now, let's get started. First, I'm gonna have to skin you."
Maureen wailed through the gag as Charlie placed the case of knives on the table. He took a skinning knife with a razor sharp four inch blade, held it in front of her face, then slowly made a cut just below her knee, cutting around the entire leg. Then he did her other leg.
"Let's take our time with this. I want to try to make a rug out of your skin."
Charlie never uttered another word and he slowly began to skin Maureen alive. He placed her skin in the aluminum pan and took frequent breaks to prolong her suffering. When it came time to quarter her body, he would fill the cooler with ice and place the choice cuts of Maureen's body in there. He would marinate and season the meat when he was done chopping her up. The death of Maureen Kelly had been the most brutal at his hands, and he could not wait for the next guest who would find herself in Room #21.
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None of the guests at the cookout hosted by Jodi and Greg had been there long enough to realize that there was a notable absence tonight. None of them realized that the meat they were taking from the grill came from the body of a female financial analyst from Boston. Greg took the next piece of steak out and threw it on the grill. It was another nice piece from the thigh of a city girl who wanted to get away from it all. The meat made that great sizzling sound.
One of the guests had an empty plate and approached Greg.
"My friend, this is absolutely terrific. You'll have to share your recipe before I leave!"
"Ha! Thanks. But the recipe stays with me to the grave."
"Ahhh damn! Well, thanks again. This is just out of this world."
"No problem! Happy to do it. Do me a favor would you? Man the grill for a minute. This next piece is yours if you want it."
The guest was happy to do it. Greg and Jodi walked back into their house on the property and walked down into the basement. They unlocked the door, turned on the light, and clinked bottles as they looked at the newest addition to the wall. Another success.
The head of the girl from Boston was mounted on the wall. Underneath, written on the wood in large block letters was:
MAUREEN KELLY
BOSTON, MA
JULY 7, 1986 - MAY 7, 2016
THE END