Rita and Ron

This is basically an erotic love story and of course all characters are over 21. It will definitely not start out as a love story, but it will get there. The Series contains BDSM, bondage, exhibitionism, and lots of kinky sex. If you don't like these things then this story may not be for you. Please vote often (fives are most welcome) and of course please leave constructive comments.

PS -If you have fantasies, ideas, etc for new stories please let me know, that includes twists on existing stories and I will see what I can do. Many of my stories have started out that way.

Rita and Ron

Chapter 8

The next day Rita had classes, got up early and for several minutes watched Ron sleep. Last night had changed and elevated everything. She had loved him from almost the very first time she saw him, but now her heart was overflowing with love for him. Her heart ached with love while her body ached for more love making. Just having him around, touching her made everything so very wonderful and it was like a dream come true.

As Ron's driver took her to university Rita kept touching her collar. She couldn't believe she had a master that loved her as much as Ron did. She was in a fog thinking of him collaring her last night when the driver said, "You seem blissfully happy today, miss and that new necklace looks brilliant on you."

Rita smiled, knowing that he had no idea the collar's meaning. To her Ron's collar was more special than any wedding ring and feeling the weight of it around her neck was always a reminder of who loved her and whom she loved. She looked at the driver and answered, "Thank you so much."

Rita soon realized that it had been a mistake to come to class. Her mind and heart were focused on Ron and the collar he had bestowed on her. She couldn't focus on anything else, so she skipped her next class, went to her locker and changed into her workout togs. She decided that she was going on a long roller blading journey to try and clear her head.

She started out heading towards some of the nature preserves north of the university. As usual Rita dressed only in her skimpy boy shorts and sports bra attracted a lot of stares, but today she never noticed anything or anyone watching her. Her mind was on Ron, her collar and bliss that seemed to pervade every part of her body. During all her brutal masters she never even dreamed of someone like Ron, being happy or much less loving and being loved by someone.

She barely noticed the other people walking, almost ran over a couple of them and really never noticed the white van following her. Rita skated over a bridge, made a turn around and when she skated back across the bridge a white van was parked on the other side. She slowed to get around the van when four men jumped from behind the van, grabbed her and thrust her inside. She got a small scream out before a foul-smelling rag was placed over her face and everything went black.

Rita tried to open her eyes, and it took a lot of effort, but she finally fought them open. Her arms were aching, and she saw that she was in a garage and her bound hands were attached to a forklift and she was hanging from her bound arms with her feet a foot off the ground. She began looking around and saw several of the scum that Ron bought her from, but she also saw some of the Japanese Yakuza that had been at the meeting where she revealed to Ron that she could understand Japanese.

This could be really bad. Two of her master's enemies were teaming up and she was the pawn to punish her master. She knew that her chances of making it out of here alive were dimming quickly. Rita stiffened as she watched the thugs staring at her. At least she was still in her workout togs, even though her skates, knee and elbow pads were gone.

She noticed several of the thugs practicing with whips, swords and knives. A chill ran down her body as she realized these would soon be used on her. Rita prayed that the man she loved would be spared and all of their wrath would be played out on her. She hardened her resolve, restrained her fear and readied herself to be the sacrifice to save her master.

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Rita dressed in her workout outfit was a great thing. Easily half a dozen people had been gawking at her and saw the kidnapping. Within seconds 911 had been called, the campus and city police were heading to the scene and within five minutes Robert and Ron had been notified. The witnesses even got the license plate for the van and the red-light cameras were tracking the van down the Miami streets. So, by the time the thugs reached the garage, everyone knew roughly where they were, and the police were on their way.

Robert took charge of the response with Ron right on his side. They traced the van and the owners of the garage to the thugs Ron had purchased Rita from, so the gang unit under Robert was in charge and SWAT was on stand-by.

They were on their way to the area around the garage when Ron received a call on his cell phone. The hair stood up on the back of Ron's neck and he felt a shiver of fear traveling down his body. Rita was hanging in the shape of a cross, dangling in midair with her body stiff and defiant. However, her eyes showed the desperation and fear she was feeling. Then a voice began narrating, "As you can see, we have the lady that started all of this and she will be punished. How badly, how long, and how brutally will depend on how quickly you get here. I think you know where we are, but maybe you need some incentive to get here quickly."

As the voice stopped Ron heard a whistling then the crack of a bull whip as it ripped open the middle of her sports bra. The bra split apart with an angry red slash glowing on Rita's skin between her breasts. Her beautiful perfect breasts were exposed to all the thugs viewing pleasure. Then he heard a whistling and a second crack from the bull whip that shredded the right shoulder strap, with a third crack that shredded the left shoulder strap. As Ron watched frozen, stricken with terror, the spots bra cascaded to the floor leaving Rita hanging exposed with only her boy shorts still covering her.

Rita was looking at the camera defiantly, determined not to give them the satisfaction of a show. Ron knew that look and she was telling him not to sacrifice himself for her, but how could he not; he loved her. Ron was muttering something about being there as quickly as he could, when he heard the whistling of the bull whip again. This time there was nothing absorbing the blow and as the whip wrapped around Rita's taut belly, her skin was marked with a red slash and blood began to trickle out of the wound.

Rita's determination faded in the face of savage pain. She screamed a bloodcurdling screech as unholy pain ripped through her. Ron screamed at the tablet, "NO, MY GOD NO!" With his worst nightmares coming true Ron dropped the tablet and began screaming to Robert to go as fast as he could. The only person he had ever cared about was being tortured for something he had done and he had to stop it.

Ron picked up the phone still watching Rita writhing in pain and still hanging from the forklift. Ron squirmed in his seat, feeling helpless watching the pain in Rita's eyes. Then she yelled, "Don't come master, they will kill you. Only one of us needs to die and I am prepared."

Ron and Robert stared at each other not believing that this gorgeous lady would sacrifice herself to save the man she loved. Their mind was ripped away from those thoughts as they heard another crack of the whip and a blood-curling scream from Rita. "We have ways to make her suffer unlike anything you have ever seen. If you don't get here soon, we will deliver her body parts to you."

The car screeched to a halt and Ron bolted from the car. He heard Robert yelling after him and all the cops tried to stop him on his way out. They all wanted to know what was going on but Ron just kept screaming, "Rita!" He kept on running, knowing he was running to his death, but if there was a remote possibility of saving Rita, he had to do it.

As he reached the doors to the garage two hulking guards grabbed him, frisked him, stripped off his clothes and carried them into the room. As they hauled him into the room, he breathed a sigh of relief that there were no other marks on Rita, other than the demonstrations. They carried Ron to the front of the garage and tied him to a chair in front of Rita. Their eyes met and the love transmitted between them was heart-achingly breathtaking. Then Rita's eyes hardened and the look she gave Ron was a deep loving goodbye.

Ron looked over at Rita and could see the tracks of her tears and her looks were telling him that she was sorry for being captured. Despite the sorrow in her eyes Ron could also see the love and she was telling him no matter what happened she loved him. Her eyes were telling him that her time with him was worth anything she had to pay. Ron felt his eyes filled with tears as he looked at her. He had promised to keep her safe and never let harm come to her, but now she was going to pay the price for his beliefs.

Ron looked over the smug looking thug that seemed to be in charge. He was a tough mean-looking bastard and he kept playing with his bull whip, snapping it in the air. Ron's voice was full of desperation as he said, "Okay I'm here, let her go and we can figure something out."

He gave a cruel laugh as he responded, "First, you're not here to negotiate; you're here to die along with your girlfriend. You two have created lots of problems for everyone and we can't allow that to go on. So, the only question that remains is how long we have to torture you and your girlfriend before you call your finance buddies and turn your empire over to us. If you do as I ask, I promise that we won't torture your girlfriend... too much and we will let her die quickly. Otherwise, it could be days before she dies and even her mother wouldn't recognize her when we are done."

Ron's mouth was very dry as he looked at Rita's face. She was shaking her head no, begging him to not give in to the thugs. Her eyes were trying to tell him not to do it, not to give in to the thugs and make her death worth something. However, Ron saw something else in her eyes, it was gratitude. She was trying to tell him that she was grateful that she had finally found love and what it was like to truly love someone. She was telling him that her death was worth all the love he had given her and she was dying happily.

Ron was frantically trying to think of some way out of this. He had to find some way to save Rita from suffering for his decisions. Ron tried to see if there's a way to get out of the chair which he was tied to. The zip ties had him immobile, but there was a little wiggle room. He tried talking to the head thug, but he was only interested in two things, torturing Rita and having Ron make the phone call to the finance bankers.

With the whip in his hand, he walked over in front of Rita and said, "Let me give you something to think about!" Before Ron could say anything, he uncoiled the whip and flicked the tip leaving a bright red mark on her left breast. With mechanical precision he rapidly left flaming red marks all over both of her breasts. In the face of the excruciating and unrelenting pain Rita gave up all pretense of stoicism and shrieked with each new crack of the whip. Ron was screaming right along with her for the thug to stop and leave his Rita alone.

Ron was screaming, "STOP... STOP... STOP... NO I'LL DOO WHATEVER YOU WANT! STOP... STOP... STOP! JUST STOP!"

Finally, the thug with the whip stopped and stepped back appraising his macabre artistry. He turned his head to look at Ron and said, "I'm glad you're being a little more reasonable, but I'm not done yet!" He flicked the whip to her right hip popping the strings to her boy shorts and leaving a small red cut in her skin. He quickly recovered and did the same thing to her left hip, severing the strings to her boy shorts and ripping it from her body.

Both Rita and Ron's eyes were staring at each other wide open in horror of what was happening. Rita was squirming and swinging from the forklift trying to get away from the remorseless whip. She was screaming with all the pain, coursing through her body and her eyes were begging Ron to somehow end this. The excruciating pain had killed Rita's resolve. She was willing to die for her master, but quickly and not like this.

Ron was fighting his bonds with the zip ties cutting into his skin. Blood from his cuts are making the zip ties slide a little easier as he fought the bonds. As he screamed at the thug to stop torturing Rita, his hands were making some progress towards freedom. The terror on Rita's face egged him on and he flipped the chair onto its side trying to get away. The bouncers set his chair back upright and cackled at his attempts to get away.

The thug with the whip walked over to Rita and began running his hands up her legs, over her belly and tweaking her nipples. He looked over at Ron and said, "Now I can see why you will do anything for her, she is exquisite. She is quite petite, proportionally perfect, but not enough meat on her bones for my taste. However, I do concede she is an extremely beautiful woman. You know it's too bad you are giving in so soon, I could really enjoy making her scream."

Ron looked at the man with the whip and realized this man was a complete sadist as well as a psychopath. He had no feelings, no remorse and he really got off on hearing Rita scream. Ron knew there was no negotiating and no talking. The only thing this man understood was force. With renewed determination he began pulling and tugging, ripping the skin from his hands trying to get free so he could save Rita.

The thug with the whip looked over at Ron and shrugged his shoulders before letting fly with five quick strikes with the whip. These were not precision strikes from before, but they wrapped around her body, ripping her soft delicate skin leaving bloodied trails as they went. Rita was breathless with the excruciating pain as the thug stepped back to marvel in his gruesome talent.

He looked over at Ron with a cruel smile and said, "A man has to love his work, and I am an artist with the whip if I do say so myself."

Ron felt one of his hands and slip through the zip tie. He stomped on the instep of the nearest bouncer and freed his arm long enough to punch the other guy in the face. He lurched towards the guy with the whip but only got one step before the bouncers recovered and took him to the floor. When she saw Ron coming to save her Rita also got into the action as she swung her foot hard into the lead thug's crotch. Unfortunately, he also recovered quickly and viciously punched Rita in the belly knocking the breath out of her. His entire cool demeanor evaporated as he angrily began punching Rita hitting her with vicious punch after vicious punch.

Ron started screaming again for him to stop when suddenly the lights went out. Ron tried to take advantage of the sudden darkness to get away from the bouncers, but they held fast. Suddenly he heard some scraping noises and the two thugs went limp. There were noises all around him, but he couldn't see anything. Ron started crawling to where he thought Rita would be when he heard a whisper, "Ron, put this on."

Ron knew that voice, Robert and the cops had come to the rescue. They knew their way in and out of every place and they had come to save Ron and Rita. Ron put on what they had given him and it was some night vision goggles then his bonds loosened and slipped away. He could see the shapes of cops tying up the two bouncers, and two more were wrestling with the lead thug. The Japanese thugs were also being cuffed.

Ron couldn't tell which of the cops was beside him, but he grabbed his hand and said, "I owe you mine and Rita's life! Thank you from the bottom of my heart, now go lower Rita into my arms."

Ron ran over and grabbed Rita's legs whispering, "It's me baby. We're going to get you down now."

Rita didn't respond, and as she was lowered into his arms his hands kept slipping and he realized she was wet. He grabbed on and held her tightly, but as her chest reached his, he felt a knife sticking out of her chest. "NO GOD NO!" He screamed. He cradled her in his arms as a couple of the cops unbound her hands. Ron started shouting orders, "Robert or whoever is in here the son of a bitch stabbed her and we have to get her to the hospital quickly. Get me some light so I can find a way out of here and get her to the hospital."

Ron heard voices over the emergency radio system and the silver of light cracked open as a door started to open. Ron ripped off the goggles as he began sprinting towards the light with Rita in his arms. He looked down and her whole right side was covered with blood and a knife sticking out of her chest. Robert met him in the doorway and said, "Follow me, I know a quicker way."

Both of them ran as hard and as fast as they could and it was times like these that Ron was thankful for his brother. Between the panic and the adrenaline, they made incredible time. Ron tried praying during the run, determined to try everything to save Rita. As they burst through the doors to the ambulance Ron started screaming, "HELP ME... HELP ME... PLEASE SAVE HER!"

EMT's flooded into the entry area pushed him out of the way and tried to grab Rita out of his arms, but he held on fast until Robert pulled him away and let the techs work on Rita. Within a couple of minutes they had an assessment, bundled Rita into the ambulance and took off. Ron tried to catch them but Robert held him, got him into his car and they took off after the ambulance.

When they burst into the emergency room, Rita was nowhere in sight, but Ron finally saw Rita on a treatment table surrounded by doctors and nurses busily trying to treat all of her wounds. Just before he collapsed on the floor, he saw her chest rising and falling and knew she was still alive, at least for now.

Ron woke sitting in a chair in Rita's hospital room. His wrists had been bandaged, as well as other cuts. Rita on the other hand had tubes in her arms and in her chest, the bandages below her breasts were covered by a hospital gown, but her color and breathing looked normal. Ron reached over and held her hand, it was warm, and he sat back waiting for her to wake up.