CHAPTER III: THE RUBE

“So are you done with your phone call, darling?” the diva wife inquires after her apprehensive husband has slipped back his smartphone into his suit’s internal chest pocket.

“Yes, I am, but I really need to go right now. There’s actually an emergency that I have to fix, my love.”

“Oh no, I was so hoping for even an hour to have a little chat with you. You haven’t been home early these past few…”

“I know, love. I promise to make it up to you once your son and I are done with our future plans for your father's businesses, alright?”

”Of course, my darling Antonio. I’m just so lucky to have you and Hero who are intent to fix everything and make all of these questionable enterprises finally legal and legitimate. I am both so proud of you!”

The large man hurriedly kisses his slim-framed wife, then motions to his bodyguards to pick up his attache case, “And we both love you so much, my forever beautiful darling. Don’t do anything straining or stressing today, alright. I’ll try my best to be home by dinner.”

“No pressure, my beloved. See you when I see you,” says Belle sweetly.

At that point, the Major has already rushed out of the breakfast room, intent on finishing this troublesome issue by early afternoon so he can manage to be home before supper is served.

Another one of the Midnight Resort’s business advisers and partners is dead. Things are definitely getting worse ever since Hero and I agreed to legalize Belle’s inherited companies. However, we must not change our decision to make everything legit no matter what happens. That plan needs to push through by hook or by crook.

The Major tries calling his son as he waits for his limo driver to move out of their mansion's marble driveway but the boy doesn’t answer.  Around five hours later, he tries to call Hero, who he fondly calls Bien, but still no response.

He must be in the middle of his classes. I never did get his schedule. Must ask it from him soon. I need to be aware of his activities, especially now that there seems to be a killer in our ranks. Wait, maybe I can try to reach Rube...

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“Rube, don’t go… I want another round.”

”Maybe later, babe. That is if I don’t find someone else who’s more willing…”

Tall, dark, and handsome is not enough to describe the ruggedly mature and long-haired man who was now rising from the untidy bed without a stitch of clothing on. One can easily see how magnificently masculine his family line must be.

It’s evident in the way he carries himself, even when buck naked, that he’s truly proud of his lineage, his looks, and his body.

”If you intend to go to that Maria bitch, then I will make sure that she’s too bloodied and battered before you even get to her!”

”Riiiiight sweetheart. You don’t even have the balls to get down and dirty with me so I doubt if you can do that. Besides, she can take a beating so I’m sure she’s still gonna take me on once you’re done with her. Which is more than I can say about you.”

”You are too cruel, my darling Rube.”

”Yep, and I bet it gets you wet and horny just thinking about how I’m such a baaaad boy. Thing is, you’re not the only one in my list, honey, so don’t you think you’re anything special.”

The buffed-up male brings out his leather travel bag from a closet along with a hardcover case and places them both on a small table nearby. He then takes a ruffled long-sleeved shirt and dark slacks from the floor and folds them, placing both neatly into the bag. The nude woman watches him intently for a bit before she scoots off the bed and slinks over to the fair-skinned guy.

”What if I say yes to your requests? Would you stay?” she seductively asks in his ear while pressing her blond pubes and wet pussy into his tight and muscular butt.

Rube snorts derisively, ignores her, and takes a new set of clothes from his bag, ”That depends on which of my requests you intend to finally do, Donna. So what are you willing to offer?”

”The kidnap victim, perhaps? But don’t go too far, darling. I’m new at this.”

”You’ve been a whore at the Midnight Resort for more than a year and you’re still vanilla? I don’t even know why I go to bed with you.”

”It’s because I beg you to Rube. You are just so delicious and the way you make love… No other man has ever pleasured me the way you have.”

"Betcha you say that to all your customers," the naked guy comments with a wicked grin. He finally faces Donna and kisses her deeply, his thoughts of dressing up completely set aside, ”Haha, not bad for a guy who just hit forty-five huh?" 

"No lover, you are not bad at all. You are very, very bad and that's why I adore you."

Donna loves rich, old guys not because of a personal kink but because they aren’t that demanding in bed. In most cases, she would just give them a short blow job or ride them for five minutes, and then that’s it. With her first customer completely satisfied, she can move on to the next randy geezer in a flash.

Not with Rube, though.

This luscious male specimen with the hay-colored hair is even more virile and horny now that he’s in his forties. He even brags that his secret to looking ageless is his insatiable appetite for sex. Also, his endurance is legendary, along with his penchant for bondage and domination in bed.

"Let's get this party started, shall we sweetheart?" says the virile man as he grabs a few coils of thin rope from his bag.

This means that none of his sexual conquests will ever complain of being disappointed. If anything, they will be complaining about how long it takes him to cum or the number of times he needs to orgasm…

Or even worse, his unquenchable tendency for violence and his continuous need for sadism.

It only took Rube around 10 minutes to complete his preparations on his willing role play partner. When he was done, the pale, big-breasted, and blond beauty was laid out on the bed like a masterpiece. Donna’s long slim legs were fully open, bound tightly to the foot of the white silken bed, while her smooth, slender arms were secured above her head.

Yes, it’s always such a turn on when they reluctantly agree to my desires.

Both her nipples and pussy seem so exposed and vulnerable right now… and so was her facial expression.

”Rube, your cords are too tight…” moaned the bound female, “…and these nylon ropes are cutting into my skin!”

”Spoken like a true rape victim,” sneered the naked man as he played with his fat seven-inch hardness which was now on full display.

“Rape? I thought I said kidnap victim!”

“I’m changing the rules darling. You can hardly debate with me since you’re all tied up now, can you?”

”You BASTARD! THIS isn’t what I AGREED to Rube! UNTIE ME! NOW!”

”Oh not until I’m done with you bitch. You see, I heard you’ve been talking to some people that are not exactly friendly with me, and I need to know what secrets you’ve been spilling to them.”

”What? No… I can’t believe this! I thought... Is this the REAL REASON why you brought me out here in the mountains?”

”Like I said Donna, you ain’t that special. Now…” Rube lets go of his red, pulsing dick and goes back to the table. He then takes out a nasty-looking 6-foot leather bullwhip from the long, metallic carrying case beside his bag.

The bound woman takes one terrorized look at the chilling instrument in the muscular man’s hands and lets out a scream. She starts to move like a frenzied animal, trying to escape her bonds, but to no avail.

Rube chuckles at her futile attempts to break loose from his masterful bindings. He fumbles through his bag once again and brings out a huge black ballgag. Still laughing sadistically, he proceeds to tie the gag around the struggling girl’s head, muffling her voice effectively.

“Nmmmmmmppph…. hllllpppphhhh…hhhhllllllppphhhh…”

The whip cracks and you hear a frightened but muted female scream.

“So, our roleplay story is simple. I’m a well-known serial murderer rapist and you are my latest victim. I punish and rape you until you die… Or until you decide to tell me what you’ve been hiding from me."

“Bbbsshtrrrd… Shttttttpppp…Nmmmmppppphhhh…”

“But then again, you have a ball gag on so I might not be able to hear your confession. So let’s just keep going and see where this roleplay leads us, ok?”

One can hear the whip crack seven times more while the woman’s anguished cries were hardly heard over her pleasured torturer’s laughter.

Well, at least, she got what she wished for… which is, another round from me.

Rube takes out more items from the case. One of these is long, sharp, and glistening.

And it will be her last.