Torturing Tanya (Part One)
by T W Cloth
It had never occurred to Dave to actually hurt her. He had always been the
perfect gentleman; he had always endured her mood swings and her sharp tongue.
She had always been able to whither him with a look or a word. He had a lifetime
of stored up hurts and anger welled up inside of him, and with the help of his
new girl friend and her ex-convict brother; he learned how to hate and he
realized that he could bring himself to hurt this woman he had loved since
childhood.
He was pretty much a loser. Never able to hold a job for long; never able to
provide any kind of real emotional support; and worse... never able to break
free of his mothers control... even when it came to choosing her over Tanya, he
stuck by his mother's side... and that was another source of his hatred of
women... and his poor estranged wife was to be the outlet of his newfound
homicidal rage. The woman who had stood by his side and was in truth the only
one who had ever supported him and tried to be his rock, the steadying influence
that might have helped shape his life into something was instead the to bear the
brunt of his frustrations and his hatred.
It had taken several months for him to muster the courage. He had not really
believed he could go through with it, but pumped up by his lust for Vonnie and
by Big Mel, her brother; he caved in. Little did he know that he was playing
right into the perverted hands of his new friends... they had hoped to savor
this kind of thing again... it was not their first time concocting such an
event... and their true joy came from helping turn such a man against the one he
was supposed to protect... and from managing to convince their hapless accessory
that they were brother and sister and not lovers...
It had been Vonnie's pilgrimage to the small town nearly a year before that had
been the catalyst to it all. Dave had not been so much interested in her at
first as he was just tired. He'd been married for over twenty years to Tanya and
now as she entered her forties and he approached forty-five; he began to long
for something new... something different... and as such men do, resent the woman
that the little girl he had married so long ago had become...
The trio had discussed Tanya's demise on a few occasions over drinks and Vonnie
had even discussed her helping dispose of Dave's spouse during fore-play; a
situation that Dave had found very erotic and that he began to fantasize about
more and more. Big Mel was to come along for the muscle; Dave didn't really know
how kinky and twisted his new lover's "brother" was... but he was about to learn
and tragically for Tanya, so was she...
*****
They had actually discussed it several times but the plan required secrecy. Two
of his three children still lived with Tanya, and Dave's eldest was often over
as well. They had considered forcing her car off the road and taking her that
way, but they all agreed that there was a greater risk doing that. Dave was not
a brave man; in fact to most people's thinking a man who would consider and
perpetrate such a thing on any woman, much less his own wife, could never be
considered brave... It had also been considered that Dave might find a way to
lure the kids away from home for a night, and let Mel handle the job... but both
Vonnie and Mel protested... saying that they would gladly help, but Dave had to
be a part of the actual event...
At one point Dave was willing to kill her quickly. Quietly. Peacefully. On his
own. When she had been working nights he had stayed over occasionally to watch
their youngest child, his only daughter, and on one chilly night he had actually
drugged the child and tucked her into bed. He had planned and prepared to kill
Tanya upon her arrival home after the restaurant had closed.
He had waited in the darkness of the night; near the shadows where an evergreen
grew next to the house. He had already filled her tub with water and had a
large, smooth piece of mountain rock in his hand. He considered... strongly
considered... slamming his wife in the head with the rock and rendering her
unconscious. He would then quickly carry her inside, strip her of her clothes,
and slip her helpless body into the waiting water. Instant accident. Foolproof.
He even considered how he might rape her for one last fuck... if anybody ever
said anything, if the cops questioned him, he could say that they had kept
sexually active and she must have slipped in the bath just after he left...
But with sweaty palms and brow, he considered the circumstances. What if he
didn't knock her out with the first blow? What if she woke up when he put her in
the water? How could he explain more than one bump to her head and how could he
get away with it if he had to fight her... so he chickened out and dropped the
stone and snuck back inside just as her car entered the driveway from the lonely
stretch of highway...
*****
Forcing her off the road had looked good to him as well, but Vonnie and Mel had
been dead set against it. He knew she was a good driver, but anybody can have an
accident. He had fantasized having them run her off the road and then him
happening upon the scene... to see that she was dead or to make sure that she
died. He figured that if she survived the accident, he could again knock her out
and drag her from the car and leave her in the frigid winter elements. Probably
he could get away with that too, since it's not uncommon for someone to be in
shock after a violent crash and if physically able, to walk away and get lost...
Mel had said that if they chose that method, they should plan to bring a
tow-truck and take both her and the car to another location... selling the car
to a chop-shop and finding another way to dispose of her body... Finally Dave
agreed that there had to be another way... if there was to be a way at all...
*****
The night before the incident, Dave lay in bed with Vonnie... she and Mel had
already discussed the situation and agreed that they just had to make it
happen... quietly if possible, but quickly. Tanya was making noises like she was
going to ramrod the divorce through despite Dave's feet dragging and she stood a
damned good chance of beating him out of the property that Vonnie and Mel
coveted...
"Honey," Vonnie cooed to Dave as she stroked his cock with her delicate fingers,
"I really want to share Tanya with you."
"What?" Dave gulped as he looked at Vonnie and ran his fingers through his hair.
"You've spent twenty plus years fucking that pussy and I want to find out what
it's like," she said, "and I think Mel does too..."
"But I thought we were going to find an easy way to do this," Dave mildly
protested... as much as a man whose cock is being stroked can...
"Hey baby," Vonnie whispered as she glided her mouth toward Dave's excited
penis, "this has gone beyond simple. She needs to suffer for hurting you. And I
think we deserve a little fun."
Dave wanted to argue the point, but as Vonnie's moist mouth engulfed his meager
manhood he closed his eyes and moaned softly.
"Anything for you Vonnie; anything you want..."
*****
The plan had been orchestrated quite efficiently. It wasn't arrogance that they
thought so, they had laid the perfect trap as far as they were concerned. Dave
had scheduled to have Wendy for the weekend; his first real effort at
visitation. He knew that he was successful in drugging her once, and he would do
so again. Wendy hated Vonnie and would have nothing to do with her, so she and
Mel would come afterward. Dave would call Tanya and tell her to come quickly
because Wendy was sick and wanted to go home.
*****
Having parked their vehicle around back, Vonnie and Mel entered the house just
as Dave was carrying his daughter to bed.
"Out like a light I see," Mel said with a twisted little smile on his ugly face.
"Yeah, the stuff you got worked as good as last time," Dave said as he
disappeared from view.
Vonnie opened the refrigerator and pulled out three cans of Miller Lite.
"I miss that damned dog," Mel remarked.
"What damned dog," Vonnie asked.
"You know... the spotted little dude... Spuds Whatchcallit," Mel said as he
popped the top of his can.
"That was Bud Light," Dave remarked as he returned to his partners in crime.
"No, that was the frogs," Vonnie said.
"No, the frogs weren't for a light beer, it was Spuds..."
"Does it really matter?" Vonnie asked, "We're about to solve all of Dave's
problems and have some fun in the process..."
"Yeah," Mel said and his sick little smile returned.
Dave sipped his beer in silence. He hoped the shiver that ran up his spine was
not too evident to his friends. He wasn't sure if it was fear or excitement...
or a mixture of the two...
Vonnie handed him the phone.
"It's time sweetheart," she cooed as she traced her finger along his forearm,
"make the call..."
*****
End Part One
(c) 2002 Paul Mellette
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