Stepmother’s Plan 6

Stepmother’s Plan 5 (

Alisa drank a lot that night. Two shots of Jack Daniels, four shots of Vodka, two servings of Everglade cocktails and three bottles of beer. One might even ask how did she stomach all those liquid in just a short period of one hour. Of course, by the time she took the Everglade, she’s already high as hell. She probably couldn’t even recognize her father by now.

The party at the Morgans was the hit of the month. Only the richest brattiest of all were invited. Famous actors, rockstars, new blood millionaires, anyone with pocket so deep they could stuff the Empire state building down and with all the time around the world to waste. So, Alisa would be there. Anyone that checked her Facebook page would know.

When the party’s over, she waved her friends goodbye. By friends, she meant those acquaintances she met in the party. She walked to her Chevy and got in. Leaning forward, the drunk girl groggily looked for the start up button. After some attempts, she managed to press the button and started the car. She revved the engine, pouring an excessive amount of noise into the late night; not out of arrogance but merely because she forgot to shift the stick to ‘D’.

The car pulled out into the main road. Unbeknownst to her, two black SUVs came out of a corner and followed her. Soon, she drove into an underpass where the black SUVs sped up. One of them overtook her and stopped abruptly, forcing her to break, the other one stopped a few inch behind her.

One would probably already be scared shitless in such a situation. Amelia, however, was so drunk she had no idea what a precarious situation she was in. She rolled down the window and shouted profanities at the SUV. Three men came down from the SUV in front of her. One of them armed with a crowbar.

Only then she realized something bad was indeed unfolding. She quickly rolled up the window only to be shattered by the man with a crowbar. She screamed hysterically as shards of glass showered her body. The man got in through the broken window, undid her seatbelt and pulled her out. She struggled, hitting and kicking her assailant with her limbs. The man was buff and to him, her attacks were no more than getting hit by a softball thrown by a five year old.

Once out of the car, another man grabbed her legs. Both of them took her into the SUV and shut the door. The SUV then drove off. The man with the crowbar threw his weapon into the car through the broken window, disengaged the lock, sat on the driver’s seat and drove off. The other SUV followed.

Alisa continued to struggle. One man held her legs with both of his arms and the other man held her mouth. Her hands clawed against the leather gloved hand as she tried to pry it away. The hand rotated her head until her neck was exposed. Then, a needle pierced her neck. The sharp pain had her screaming in agony.

It took a moment for the drug to hit her system. As seconds passed, her struggles became more and more sedated. Finally, she shuddered helplessly for a few time before succumbing to the effect of the drug. Her vision blurred and then faded into darkness.

250 miles away from when Alisa was kidnapped, Luther stood in front of the shed. The night was moonless and clear. The stars twinkles above him. He saw the constellation Orion. He thought to himself when he last had such a clear view of his favorite constellation. Then, his phone rang and distracted him from the spectacle.

“We’ve got her.” said his man.


He ended the call and walked back into the bunker. He went down the spiraling stairs and checked the contraption in the prison room one more time. He had to make sure it’s good. It would be unthinkable for it to break when his newest job is strapped to it. Once he had checked and greased it again for the second time, he checked his watch. The digital readout showed 2.25am. Tonight’s going to be a long night, he told himself. For him, his men, and the girl.

Stepmother’s Plan 7 (


About robsam1991

Even though my stories depicts rapes and violence on women(mostly), i never once condone the action. Not even the slightest. In fact, i despise men who rape women. I never agreed on that women who wear provocative clothing were to be blame on for the rape; though they should take precautions when necessary to avoid risk. As a man, i think it's our responsibility to control ourselves and never let our urge out on innocent people. If you feel like raping someone, then treat a girl nicely so that she would opt for a role play where you can play out a 'rape' on her satisfyingly. Please use safe word.
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