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                            PART 1

 

                            WAGER

 

TENSION.  VAGUELY UNCOMFORTABLE AT FIRST.  STIRRING.  TRYING

TO MOVE.  MORE TENSION.  DISCOMFORT INCREASING.  MUTED SELF

AWARENESS - "WHAT'S GOING ON....?"  SEMI-CONSCIOUS.  THE

FIRST IMPRESSION WAS THAT OF BEING ON THE FLOOR; THE SOFTNESS

AND SUBTLE GRAININESS OF THE CARPET NEXT, THEN THE FACT THAT

MOVEMENT WAS PRACTICALLY IMPOSSIBLE.  WHAT?  MAKES NO

SENSE.....

 

'BANG!'  WIDE AWAKE.  REALIZATION.  EYES WIDE.  MOUTH OPENED

TO SCREAM, BUT WAS ALREADY OPEN, STUFFED AND FILLED WITH

PACKING.  HER MOUTH, DRIED AND SCRATCHY, THE TASTE OF WET

CLOTH, JAWS ACHING A LITTLE.  SHE TRIED TO MOVE HER TONGUE TO

PUSH THE INTRUDING BUNDLE OUT.  HER TONGUE WOULDN'T MOVE, THE

BUNDLE WOULDN'T MOVE.  A LEATHER STRAP OVER THE TOP OF THE

PACKING, PULLED BACK DEEP BETWEEN HER TEETH, BUCKLED AND

LOCKED BEHIND THE NAPE OF HER NECK, HELD THE GAG FIRMLY IN

PLACE.  THE STRAP CATCHING A FEW STRANDS OF HAIR AND PINNING

THEM, MADE UPWARD MOVEMENT OF HER HEAD PAINFUL.  ONLY A FEW

STRANDS - NOT TOO BAD.  TWO INCH WIDE LENGTHS OF CLOTH BACKED

TAPE WERE CRISS-CROSSED OVER HER MOUTH, THE STRAP AND THE

PADDING.  NO SPEECH.  NO SCREAMS.  SHE BIT DOWN ON THE SLIGHT

RESILIENCE OF THE PAD.

 

TAPE EVERYWHERE.  HELPLESS.  HELPLESS.  HER HANDS WERE

SECURED BEHIND HER, BUT SHE COULDN'T SEE.  WRISTS CROSSED AND

BOUND WITH TURNS OF GREY TAPE, THE LAST TURNS BETWEEN THE

WRISTS, CINCHING, FORCING THE HANDS APART SLIGHTLY, THE CINCH

THICK AND HEAVY WHERE THE TAPE WAS FORCED TO NARROW.  HER

FOREARMS WERE PULLED NEARLY TOGETHER, THE TAPE BELOW HER

ELBOWS MAKING HER LOWER ARMS ONE CONTINUOUS LIMB.  SIX TURNS,

NEATLY CINCHED.  SYMMETRICAL.  HER SHOULDERS WERE PULLED

SHARPLY BACK, FORCING HER BREASTS TO JUT CONSPICUOUSLY,

VULNERABLY, FROM HER CHEST.

 

LONG, LONG STRIPS OF TAPE, AROUND THE UPPER ARMS AND CHEST,

PULLED AND PINNED THEM TIGHTLY TO HER BACK.  SHE WAS UTTERLY

RIGID, FROM SHOULDERS TO WRISTS.

 

HER FEET WERE WELDED TOGETHER WITH GREY.  HER ANKLES WERE

BOUND AND CINCHED.  INSTEPS THE SAME.  BIG TOES SECURED,

CINCHED, AND PULLED BACK TOWARDS HER ANKLES WITH A LENGTH OF

NYLON CORD.  MORE TAPE AROUND HER UPPER LEGS, PINNED HER

KNEES TOGETHER; ONE CONTINUOUS WRAP, FROM SIX INCHES ABOVE TO

SIX INCHES BELOW HER KNEES MADE BENDING HER LEGS NEARLY

IMPOSSIBLE.

 

SHE KNEW SHE HAD TO ESCAPE, BUT HOW?  MOVEMENT OF ANY KIND

WAS EXTREMELY DIFFICULT.  "TRY ANYWAY!"  STIFF BOTH FROM

HAVING LAIN SO LONG AND FROM THE RESTRAINTS, SHE DREW HER

LEGS UP TILL THE TAPE ON HER KNEES PREVENTED FURTHER FLEX.

"NO GOOD THIS WAY."  FRUSTRATED ON THIS ATTEMPT, SHE ROLLED

ONTO HER BACK AND TRIED TO SIT UP.  WITH NO LEVERAGE POSSIBLE

FROM HER ARMS, SHE FOUND HERSELF UNABLE TO DO EVEN THAT MUCH

ON THE FIRST TRY.  "I'LL HAVE TO TRY IT FASTER: TRY TO THROW

MY BODY FORWARD FAST ENOUGH TO GET UP......"  WITH A

CONVULSIVE LUNGE, SHE THRUST HER BODY UP OFF THE FLOOR, AND

MANAGED TO SIT UPRIGHT, QUICKLY BENDING HER LEGS AS MUCH AS

THE TAPE EMBRACE WOULD ALLOW TO RELIEVE THE RESULTANT PAIN IN

THE BACKS OF HER KNEES.  "NOW WHAT?  IF I COULD ONLY BEND MY

DAMNABLE LEGS, I COULD STAND UP."  LOOKING AROUND SHE GLANCED

ONLY FLEETINGLY AT THE PHONE, SITTING ON A END TABLE MERE

FEET AWAY - WHAT GOOD WOULD IT DO TO TRY USE IT?  THE GAG

FILLED AND SEALED HER MOUTH SO THOROUGHLY THAT THE MOST SHE

COULD DO WOULD DIAL?  SENSATION IN HER FINGERS WAS RAPIDLY

WAINING, BY THIS TIME, AND SHE DOUBTED IF SHE COULD EVEN

MANIPULATE THE DIAL BY THE TIME SHE MANAGED TO STRUGGLE CLOSE

ENOUGH.

 

SHE BEGAN TO NOTICE AN UNPLEASANT BUZZING IN HER LOWER LEGS,

AND STRAIGHTENED THEM QUICKLY.  THE BEND IN HER KNEES HAD

CAUSED THE TAPE TO BUNCH UP AND DIG INTO THE BACKS OF HER

LEGS, PARTIALLY SHUTTING OFF THE CIRCULATION TO HER CALVES

AND FEET.  "DAMN, THAT CORD AROUND MY TOES HURTS!  AT LEAST I

CAN STILL 'FEEL' THEM.  THAT'S A GOOD SIGN!"

 

STRAINING AGAINST THE TAPE AROUND HER, SHE DISCOVERED THAT

EVEN THE BENDING SHE HAD THUS FAR INFLICTED ON THE TAPE HAD

NOT CAUSED IT TO LOOSEN AN IOTA.  IN FACT, IT EVEN FELT A

LITTLE BIT TIGHTER!  HER ENTIRE BODY FELT AS IF IT WERE IN

THE GRIP OF A HUGE VISE, FROM HER STRETCHED JAWS TO HER

CLAMPED TOES.  "THIS TAPE HAS 'GOT' TO GO, BUT 'HOW?'

THERE'S NOTHING UP HERE TO DO IT WITH, SO THAT MEANS I'VE GOT

TO GET DOWNSTAIRS.  GREAT!"  ARCHING HER BACK TO RELIEVE THE

STRAIN, SHE PEERED ABOUT THE ROOM AND EXAMINED HER OPTIONS.

"I'VE 'GOT' TO GET STOOD UP, SOMEHOW.  DAMNATION!"  THERE WAS

NOTHING THAT COULD HELP HER.  "IF I COULD ONLY BEND MY LEGS,

I COULD JUST STAND RIGHT UP, BUT....UGH!....THEY JUST AREN'T

GONNA DO IT."  STRAINING AGAINST THE TAPE SHEATH ON HER

KNEES, SHE ONLY MANAGED TO BEND HER LEGS ABOUT 30 DEGREES.

NOT ENOUGH.  NOT NEARLY ENOUGH.  "THERE'S 'GOT' TO BE A WAY.

LET'S SEE....  IF I CAN'T RAISE MY BODY, MAYBE I CAN 'LOWER'

MY LEGS....  THAT'S 'IT', THE 'STAIRS!!'.... I CAN WORK MY

WAY UP TO THEM, AND THEN PUSH MY FEET A FEW STEPS DOWN AND

THEN I 'SHOULD' BE ABLE TO STAND UP.  BUT MY GOD IF I SHOULD

FALL FORWARD....!" PUTTING THAT LITTLE UNPLEASANTRY ASIDE FOR

THE MOMENT, SHE TURNED HER BACK TO THE BEDROOM DOOR BY

INCHING HER BODY AROUND WITH HER HEELS, AND THEN BEGAN TO

AWKWARDLY SHOVE HERSELF BACKWARDS WITH HER STRAPPED LEGS

DIGGING INTO THE CARPET.  PUSH HARD, LIFT AND BEND HER LEGS

AS MUCH AS POSSIBLE, PLANT HER HEELS AS SOLIDLY AS POSSIBLE

IN THE CARPET, PUSH AGAIN.

 

AFTER SOME TWENTY-ODD PUSHES SHE HAD COVERED BARLEY SIX FEET.

"GOD, THIS IS GOING TO TAKE FOREVER," SHE REMARKED TO NOBODY

IN PARTICULAR, PANTING INTO THE GAG.  ALREADY, SWEAT WAS

BEGINNING TO FORM.  THIS WAS GOING TO BE A LONG, DRAWN OUT

AFFAIR.  GRUNTING AND SHOVING, SHE CONTINUED HER LABORIOUS

WAY ACROSS THE ROOM, STOPPING AT EVER MORE FREQUENT

INTERVALS TO REST ENOUGH FOR THE NEXT SURGE OF EFFORT.

 

ON ONE SUCH REST PERIOD, SHE HEARD A LIGHT THUMP BEHIND HER,

FOLLOWED IN A FEW SECONDS BY THE APPEARANCE OF A VERY CURIOUS

SIAMESE CAT FACE GAZING UP INTO HERS.  "OH GOD, THAT'S ALL I

NEED - COMPANY.  I WONDER IF HE UNDERSTANDS KINKESE - I'D

TELL 'IM TO CHEW THROUGH THE TAPE."  THE CAT SEEMED RATHER

MORE INTERESTED IN THE TAPE, HOWEVER, AND AFTER SATISFYING

HIMSELF THAT THE BIZZARE PACKAGE HUNCHING ITSELF ACROSS THE

FLOOR WAS INDEED ONE OF THE SUCKERS WHO GAVE HIM FOOD AND

SHELTER, HE WALKED AROUND HER RECUMBENT FORM SEVERAL TIMES,

SNIFFING THE BINDINGS AND, IN GENERAL, EXAMINING HIS FIND.

BORED WITH THIS, HE THEN JUMPED UP ONTO HER LAP AND, PLACING

HIS FOREPAWS AROUND HER NECK, RUBBED HIS HEAD UNDER HER CHIN.

"'NO', YOU DUMBBELL, I'LL LOSE MY BALANCE...."  THE CAT'S

UNEXPECTED WEIGHT OVERBALANCED HER, AND TOGETHER, THEY FELL

BACKWARDS.  ON IMPACT, THE CAT WAS KNOCKED FROM HIS PERCH,

AND UTTERING A FEW PLAINTIVE SQUAWKS AT HIS UNCOOPERATIVE

BED, HE HOPPED BACK UP ON HER CHEST AND, LYING WITH HIS FACE

ONLY INCHES FROM HERS, PURRING THROATILY, PREPARED FOR A NAP!

 

"OH I DON'T 'BELIEVE' THIS...!"  ROLLING SUDDENLY, SHE

CATAPULTED THE FURRY ONE ONTO THE RUG, THEN STRUGGLING HARD,

SHE REGAINED A SITTING POSITION.  THE CAT, SURPRISED AND

PERTURBED, GAVE HER A DIRTY LOOK AND RESUMED HIS NESTING ON

THE BED.  MAN, THESE HUMANS ARE 'WEIRD', HE THOUGHT TO

HIMSELF.

 

TWISTING HER HEAD AROUND AS FAR AS POSSIBLE, SHE DISCOVERED

TO HER GREAT RELIEF THAT THE HEAD OF THE STAIRS WAS ONLY

YARDS AWAY, AND, HEARTENED BY THIS DISCOVERY, SHE QUICKLY

JERKED HERSELF ACROSS THE RUG.  THE EFFECTS OF THE

OVEREXERTION CAUGHT UP WITH HER AS SHE LEANED AGAINST THE

BATHROOM DOOR.  EXHAUSTED AND DRENCHED IN SWEAT, SHE FOUGHT A

WAVE OF NAUSEA, AND A SEA OF BLACK DOTS THAT MOMENTARILY

THREATENED TO SWAMP ALL SIGHT.  THE GAG, INITIALLY DRY AND

SCRATCHY WAS, BY THIS TIME, A HUGE SOPPING WAD WHICH HAD

SOFTENED TO THE POINT WHERE SHE COULD ACTUALLY CLOSE HER

MOUTH A FRACTION.  THE LEATHER SECURING STRAP WAS TOTALLY

UNEFFECTED, HOWEVER, AND NO AMOUNT OF PUSHING WITH HER

TONGUE, OR TWISTING HER HEAD WOULD MOVE IT A FRACTION.  THE

ONLY THING IT DID WAS MAKE HER MOUTH AND CHEEKS SORE.  IN A

SIMILAR VEIN OF EXPLORATION, SHE FLEXED HER UPPER BODY AS

MUCH AS POSSIBLE,  HOPING AGAINST HOPE THAT HER EXERTIONS IN

GETTING THIS FAR 'MIGHT' JUST POSSIBLY HAVE LOOSENED

'SOMETHING'.  NO GOOD.  THE CLOTH-BACKED TAPE MIGHT JUST AS

WELL HAVE BEEN STEEL.  HER WRISTS WERE BUZZING FURIOUSLY,

NOW.

 

LEANING SHARPLY BACK AGAINST THE DOOR AND HEAVING VIOLENTLY,

SHE THRUST HER LEGS OVER THE FIRST STEP, SO THAT HER CALVES

AND FEET HUNS SUSPENDED IN AIR.  THEN, THROWING HER BODY

WEIGHT FORWARD AND SHUFFLING HER LEGS AND BUTTOCKS WITHIN THE

STRICTURES OF HER BONDAGE, SHE INCHED THE REST OF HER LEGS

OUT AND DOWN UNTIL HER HEELS RESTED ON THE THIRD STEP.  THIS

DONE, SHE PAUSED TO LET ANOTHER WAVE OF NAUSEA PASS,

SWALLOWING FRANTICALLY ON THE PACKING IN HER MOUTH, A BUNDLE

WHICH, BY THIS TIME, SEEMED TO HAVE ASSUMED THE PROPORTIONS

OF A BASKETBALL.  THE ATTACK PASSED AND, LOWERING HER CHIN,

SHE BREATHED HARD FOR SEVERAL MINUTES, MIND A BLANK,

MOTIONLESS, RESTING.  FINALLY, SHE OPENED HER EYES AND LOOKED

DOWN THE STAIRS; AT THE CARPETING INSTALLED ONLY A WEEK

BEFORE, AT THE LIGHT FROM THE LANDING WINDOW BATHING A SMALL

IRREGULAR RECTANGLE A FEW STEPS BELOW HER TAPED ANKLES.

"THIS IS RIDICULOUS," SHE THOUGHT TO HERSELF.  "HERE I AM

SURROUNDED BY THE SAFETY AND SECURITY OF MY OWN HOME, AND

HERE I SIT BOUND AND GAGED.  I FEEL LIKE A ALIEN IN MY OWN

PLACE!"  TEARS OF FRUSTRATION WERE CLOSE.

 

WITH A QUICK LEAN FORWARD, AND A SPASMODIC STRAIGHTENING OF

HER LEGS, SHE STOOD.  "TOO FAST, TOO FAST!"  THE WALLS AND

CEILING TILTED, AND THE SICKENING THRILL OF VERTIGO SWIRLED

IN HER BELLY.  THE THOUGHT OF BOUNCING DOWN THOSE STAIRS,

ROCK-HARD UNDER THEIR ALL TOO THIN COVERING OF CARPET; OF THE

THUMPING AND BANGING AND THE SCREAMING INTO HER GAG, KNOWING

THAT SHE COULDN'T EVEN USE HER HANDS TO PROTECT HERSELF,

FLASHED ACROSS HER MIND.  SHE LURCHED DESPERATELY,

FRANTICALLY BACKWARDS, CAME DOWN HARD ON HER BACK, SLID DOWN

ONTO HER HEELS, AND BUMPED DOWN TWO MORE STEPS TIL SHE CAME

TO A HALT, BANGING HER HEAD ON THE SIDE OF THE STAIRWELL.

THE ADRENALINE OF FEAR MADE HER LIGHT-HEADED, AND SHE LAY

STIFF FOR SEVERAL SECONDS, STARING UP AT THE CEILING.  "TAKE

IT EASY, IDIOT.  JUST WORM YOUR WAY DOWN THE STAIRS ON YOUR

BACKSIDE, AND STAND UP 'AFTER' YOU GET ALL THE WAY DOWN.

JUST BECAUSE YOUR BOUND AND GAGGED DOESN'T MEAN THAT YOU HAVE

TO BE BOUND AND 'STUPID!'"

 

FIVE MINUTES LATER, LEANING AGAINST THE STAIRWELL, AND COMING

DOWN THE STAIRS A STEP AT A TIME, SHE SET HER FEET ON THE

COOL SMOOTHNESS OF THE TILING IN THE FOYER, AND SAW HERSELF

STARING BACK FROM THE HALL MIRROR.  SWEAT CONTINUOUSLY RAN

DOWN HER FOREHEAD INTO HER EYES, AND, RUNNING OVER THE SLICK

SURFACE OF THE GAGGING TAPE, DRIPPED OFF HER CHIN ONTO HER

BLOUSE.  HER HAIR WAS COMPLETELY DISHEVELED, AND MAKEUP FROM

ONE EYE RAN TO MEET ONE OF THE STREAMS OF PERSPIRATION.  HER

LOWER FACE WAS COVERED WITH GRAY TAPE, THE TWIN BROWN STRAPS

OF THE GAG DISAPPEARING AROUND THE SIDES OF HER CHEEKS, THE

FLESH BULGING GENTLY ON EITHER SIDE OF THE LEATHER.  AS SHE

STARED, SHE TURNED TO SEE ALL HER BONDS, CURIOUS, DESPITE

HERSELF, TO SEE THE INTIMATE DETAILS OF HER HELPLESSNESS.

THE TAPE "STRAPS" AROUND HER CHEST, ABOVE AND BELOW HER

BREASTS, DUG SHARPLY INTO HER ARMS AT HER SIDES, PULLING THE

FABRIC OF THE BLOUSE TIGHT OVER HER CHEST.  ONE OF THE

BUTTONS HAD POPPED, AND THROUGH THE GAP, SHE COULD JUST

BARELY DISCERN THE PINK SWELLING OF ONE BREAST, AND A NARROW

SLICE OF BRA.  TURNING HER BACK MORE TOWARDS THE MIRROR, SHE

COULD EXAMINE THE THOROUGHNESS WITH WITCH SHE HAD BEEN

SECURED.  THE ALMOST IMPERSONAL TIDINESS OF THE BONDAGE ON

HER WRISTS AND ELBOWS, TOGETHER WITH THE NEAR PERFECT

SYMMETRY OF THE WRAPPINGS MADE IT APPEAR MORE MACHINE-MADE

THAN OTHERWISE.  "MY GOD, I'VE BEEN TIED UP BY A ROBOT!  HI

THERE CUTEY.  INTERESTING OUTFIT YOU'RE WEARING TODAY," SHE

WIGGLED HER FINGERS TO HERSELF IN MOCK GREETING.  THE

DIFFICULTY WITH WHICH THOSE LITTLE FINGERS WIGGLED AT 'ALL'

JERKED HER BACK TO HER PREDICAMENT.

 

            CONTINUED IN THE NEXT ISSUE OF HOGTIE

 

 

BUT YOU DON'T HAVE TO WAIT THAT LONG - NOW FOR YOUR PLEASURE

PART 2 OF WAGER, WITHOUT ANY FURTHER COMMERCIAL INTERRUPTION.

 

 

THE FOLLOWING STORY APPEARED IN VOLUME 2 NUMBER 12, OF HOGTIE

MAGAZINE DATED 1975.  I HAVE NOT CHANGED A WORD TO THE BEST

OF MY KNOWLEDGE.  THIS IS/WAS A TWO PART STORY.

 

                            PART 2

 

                            WAGER

 

 

NOW FOR THE BIG EXPERIMENT - TO HOP OR NOT TO HOP....

REPEATING HER ACTION AT THE TOP OF THE STAIRS, ALBEIT WITH A

BIT MORE CAUTION, SHE LEANED AND SLID FORWARD AT THE SAME

TIME, CAUGHT HER BALANCE, AND SLOWLY STOOD UP.  JUST HOP A

COUPLE LITTLE TEENSIE HOPS TO GET THE HANG OF IT, SHE

THOUGHT.  LOOKING DOWN AT HER FEET, TRYING TO MOVE THEM

AGAINST THE TAPE INTO A BETTER POSITION, HOPPING AND TWISTING

TO MAINTAIN HER BALANCE, SHE FINALLY LOOKED UP AND AROUND,

CHIN RAISED, SEARCHING FOR 'SOMETHING' WITH WHICH TO FREE

HERSELF.

 

ALMOST HER FIRST THOUGHT WAS THE KITCHEN.  "THAT'S WHERE ALL

THE SHARP, POINTY THINGS LIVE...."  SHE BOUNDED ACROSS THE

FLOOR, THROUGH THE HALLWAY, AND ABOUT HALFWAY THROUGH THE

DINING ROOM BEFORE STOPPING TO REST.  AS SHE LEANED AGAINST

THE DINING TABLE, SHE THOUGHT, "DO 'NOT' FALL, MY FRIEND,

CAUSE IF YOU DO, YOU HAVE TO CRAWL 'ALL' THE WAY BACK TO THE

STAIRS TO GET STOOD UP, AGAIN.  NO GOOD. NO GOOD AT ALL."  A

GLANCE AT THE CLOCK SHOWED HER THAT TIME WAS STILL AMPLE.  "I

WILL WIN, THIS TIME," SHE THOUGHT, WITH A PANT.  SHOVING OFF

FROM THE TABLE, SHE AIMED HERSELF AT THE SWINGING DOORS

SEPARATING THE KITCHEN FROM THE DINING ROOM, THEN THOUGHT

BETTER OF A FAST APPROACH, AND HALTED.  "THOSE DOORS ARE

HEAVY, AND THE KITCHEN FLOOR IS SLIPPERY AS HELL - I'D GO

KNOCKIN' THROUGH THERE AND FALL RIGHT ON MY ASS.  I'D BETTER

TAKE IT SLOW...."  WITH THAT IN MIND, SHE MINCED UP TO THE

DOORS, AND, TURNING HERSELF SIDEWAYS TO THEM, GENTLY BUTTED

HER WAY THROUGH, GRADUALLY INCHING THE DOORS APART, UNTIL,

WITH A LONGER HOP, SHE CLEARED THEM AND FOUND HERSELF IN THE

KITCHEN.  ALMOST, SHE HAD HOPPED DIRECTLY ONTO A SMALL YELLOW

AND RED THROW RUG, WHICH, CONSIDERING THE GLASS-LIKE

PROPERTIES OF THE FLOOR, WOULD HAVE MADE FOR A SHORT AND

VIOLENT RIDE.

 

"LUCK RIDES TODAY, SO FAR!  LET'S SEE NOW, KNIVES, KNIVES,

KNIVES, WHERE ARE THE KNIVES...?  IN THAT DRAWER RIGHT OVER

THERE."  HOPPING QUICKLY ACROSS THE KITCHEN AND TURNING HER

BACK TO THE DRAWER IN QUESTION, SHE BACKED DIRECTLY INTO THE

HANDLE.  "TOO HIGH," SHE THOUGHT, THE HANDLE HITTING HER

CROSSED ARMS NEARLY A FOOT ABOVE THE TAPE ON HER WRISTS.

"WILL HAVE TO BEND...."  LEANING FORWARD AS FAR AS POSSIBLE,

SHE LIFTED HER HANDS HIGHER, THEN HIGHER AGAIN, JUST MANAGING

TO HOOK THE FINGERS OF HER RIGHT HAND THROUGH THE HANDLE.

BENT OVER PAINFULLY, PRECARIOUSLY, SHE SHUFFLED FORWARD ON

THE BALLS OF HER FEET, EDGING THE DRAWER OUT FROM THE COUNTER

TILL A USEFUL SPACE WAS AVAILABLE TO HER.  TURNING THEM, AND

BACKING AROUND TILL SHE LEANED AGAINST THE SIDE OF THE

DRAWER, THEN LEANING AND LIFTING HER BOUND WRISTS, SHE

DROPPED HER HANDS INTO THE DRAWER.  'NOTHING!!'  COMPLETELY,

TOTALLY, ABSOLUTELY 'NOTHING!!'  "THAT SONOFABITCH, HE

CHANGED THE DRAWERS!"  A FLASH OF PANIC, PURE AND CLEAN,

ALMOST STUNNED HER.  THIS HAD NEVER HAPPENED BEFORE!  THERE

WERE EIGHT OTHER DRAWERS IN THE ROOM.  "GOD, THERE'S 'NO' WAY

I CAN GET THROUGH ALL OF THEM BEFORE...SHIT!  SOMETHING ELSE,

SOMETHING ELSE, QUICK!!"...

 

FINGERS STILL FLUTTERING AROUND IN THE VACANT DRAWER, SHE

SUDDENLY ENCOUNTERED THE FOLDED STIFFNESS OF A PIECE OF

PAPER.  "WHAT THE HELL,"  SHE THOUGHT, "IT MIGHT BE SOMETHING

- BETTER CHECK."  GRIPPING THE PAPER WITH THE FINGERS OF BOTH

HANDS, SHE LURCHED TO THE KITCHEN TABLE, SHOVING ONE OF THE

CHAIRS OUT OF THE WAY, TURNED HER BACK TO THE TABLE, SHE BENT

TO EXAMINE HER FIND.  THE TYPING WAS UPSIDE DOWN (NATURALLY),

BUT BY CRANING HER NECK, SHE COULD MAKE OUT THE MESSAGE

THEREON.  IT SAID, "YOU WILL FIND WHAT YOU NEED IN THE

COUNTER UNDER THE SINK."

 

CURIOUS AND HOPEFUL, SHE TEETERED AROUND THE TABLE,

SUPPORTING HERSELF AS MUCH AS POSSIBLE ON ITS TREACHEROUSLY

SLICK SURFACE, UNTIL SHE WAS OPPOSITE THE SINK.  "NOW HOW THE

'HELL' DO I GET 'DOWN' THERE WITHOUT KILLING MYSELF?" SHE

MOANED.  GLANCING AROUND, SHE NOTICED THAT THE WALL ADJACENT

TO THE SINK, ON THE LEFT, WAS SMOOTH AND UNINTERRUPTED ALL

THE WAY TO THE FLOOR.  RELEASING HER CLUTCH ON THE KITCHEN

TABLE, SHE BOUNDED TO THE WALL AND TURNING, LEANED HER BACK

DELIBERATELY AGAINST ITS SURFACE.  THEN, AS SLOWLY AS

POSSIBLE, SHE SLID TO THE FLOOR, BRAKING HER RATE OF DESCENT

AS MUCH AS POSSIBLE WITH HER HANDS PRESSED TO THE WALL AND

HER HEELS SLIPPING ACROSS THE FLOOR.  STILL, IT WAS WITH A

STARTING AND DISTINCTLY UNCOMFORTABLE 'THUMP' THAT SHE HIT

BOTTOM.  UNCARING ABOUT MINOR DISCOMFORT WHEN FREEDOM SEEMED

SO NEAR, SHE IMMEDIATELY ROLLED OVER AND OVER TILL THE PRIZE

WAS CLOSE, AND THEN AGAIN WENT THROUGH THE TORTUROUS RIGORS

OF SITTING UP (IT WAS ALMOST AUTOMATIC BY NOW).  SHE SAT UP

FACING THE CUPBOARD DOORS - AND FACING THE PROBLEM OF HOW TO

OPEN THEM.  A GLANCE AT THE CLOCK SHOWED HER THAT TIME WAS A

RAPIDLY DIMINISHING COMMODITY.  SHE PAUSED FOR A FEW

ADDITIONAL SWALLOWS TO DRY THE ELEPHANTINE WAD IN HER MOUTH

AND GLARED AT THE DOORS UNDER THE SINK.  "THERE'S GOT TO BE A

WAY!  BUT HOW?  I DON'T THINK I COULD MANAGE IT WITH MY HANDS

- COULDN'T LIFT 'EM HIGH ENOUGH.  MAYBE MY TOES...."

SCOOTING FEET FIRST TOWARDS THE COUNTER, SHE EXAMINED HER

OPTIONS.  "DAMN THAT CORD AROUND MY TOES, IT MAKES IT HARD TO

MOVE...."  TENSING HER BELLY AS MUCH AS POSSIBLE, SHE BODILY

LIFTED HER LEGS AND, CLENCHING HER JAWS ON THE GAG, PUSHED

THE FOUR SMALLER TOES OF HER RIGHT FOOT UNDER THE RELIEVED

FINGER-EDGE OF THE DOOR, AND, SWIVELING TO THE RIGHT, PRODDED

THE DOOR OUT AND OPEN.  PREPARING FOR THE OTHER DOOR, SHE

DROPPED HER HEELS...AND WATCHED AS THE SPRING IN THE DOOR

SLAMMED IT CLOSED AGAIN!  "THE DOOR'S SPRING-LOADED, YOU

BOOB!  DO IT AGAIN!"  REPEATING THE RITUAL, SHE AGAIN PRIED

OPEN THE DOOR, AND THIS TIME, PUSHED IT CLEAR AROUND TILL IT

TOUCHED THE COUNTER.  CAUTIOUSLY LOWERING HER FEET, SHE

STARED AT THE THING TO DETECT THE SMALLEST MOVEMENT.

NOTHING.  CONFIDENT NOW, SHE ATTACKED THE NEXT DOOR AND SOON

HAD IT, TOO, OUT OF THE WAY.

 

PEERING UNDER THE COUNTER, SHE DISCOVERED A GALLON-SIZED

GLASS CONTAINER.  THERE WAS NOTHING ELSE.  ALL THE OTHER

HOMELY LITTLE BOXES OF DISHWASHING SOAP AND BUG KILLERS AND

DISINFECTANTS HAD BEEN REMOVED.  THE ONLY INHABITANT OF THAT

CUBICLE WAS THE JUG.  SHE COULDN'T EVEN SEE INSIDE; WHATEVER

THE CONTAINER CONTAINED WAS DARK AND CLOUDY, INDEED!  SHE

BEGAN TO FEEL AN OMINOUS SUSPICION SETTLING IN THE PIT OF HER

STOMACH.  "WHAT IS THE BASTARD 'UP' TOO...?"  LIFTING HER

LEGS, SHE PUSHED THEM INTO THE COUNTER OPENING AND, TURNING

AS MUCH AS POSSIBLE, HOOKED HER FEET AROUND THE JAR AND

PULLED IT NEARER THE OPENING.  AS IT APPROACHED, IT TURNED,

REVEALING TO HER THE PRESENCE OF A LABEL ON THE SIDE HITHERTO

CONCEALED FROM HER.  TILTING HER HEAD TO THE SIDE, SHE COULD

JUST BARELY MAKE OUT THE LETTERS... M-O-L-A-S-S-E-S...

MOLASSES!!!  SUSPICION ALMOST A PALPABLE THING BY THIS TIME,

SHE DISCOVERED, HAND-PRINTED WITH A RED DYE-MARKER UNDER THE

MANUFACTURER'S NAME THE WORDS "KNIFE INCLUDED AT NO EXTRA

COST.  ENJOY.  HA HA."  FOR A SECOND, THE MEANING OF THE

MESSAGE ELUDED HER....  "WHAT DOES HE MEAN, 'KNIFE

INCLUDED'?"...  AND THEN IT DAWNED ON HER - THE KNIFE WAS IN

THE MOLASSES!!  DOWN AT THE BOTTOM OF THE JAR, BURIED UNDER

ONE U.S. GOVERNMENT INSPECTED, MEASURED, LABELED AND

CERTIFIED GALLON OF THE MOST MISERABLY STICKY CRAP CREATED BY

THE MIND OF MAN, SAT HER ONE AND ONLY MEANS OF ESCAPE!

LEANING TIL HER NOSE ALMOST RESTED AGAINST THE GLASS, SHE

COULD JUST BARELY DETECT THE VAGUE OUTLINES OF THE TOOL

FIRMLY ON THE BOTTOM OF THE BOTTLE.  A JARRING SHRIEK RIPPED

FROM HER THROAT, ONLY TO STOP SHORT AT THE DAM IN HER MOUTH,

FINALLY EMERGING AS A STRANGLED GARGLE FROM BENEATH THE TAPE.

"THIS ISN'T FAIR!" SHE WAILED.  A CONFLICT OF SELF-PITY AND

SCREAMING FURY AT HER DIABOLIC TORMENTOR FROTHED WITHIN HER.

TRASHING AT HER BONDS, SHE LASHED OUT AT THE KITCHEN CHAIRS,

FLATTENING ONE, AND THEN BASHED HER TOES RESOUNDINGLY AGAINST

THE LEG OF THE TABLE.  PAIN, BLINDING PAIN EXPLODED AT THE

END OF HER LEG; HER BRUISED TOES SEEMED TO BE VAINLY

ATTEMPTING TO WITHDRAW THEMSELVES, TURTLE-LIKE, INTO HER

FEET, YELLING IN SMALL, BUT 'VERY' PEREMPTORY VOICES, "WHY

US, YOU FOOL!"  THE ENTIRE END OF HER FOOT WAS ONE

CONTINUOUSLY SCREAMING NERVE-END.  FOR LONG, LONG MOMENTS,

SHE HELD HER LEGS OFF THE FLOOR, EYES SCREWED SHUT, TEETH

BURIED IN THE GAG, WILLING THE PAIN TO SUBSIDE.  PAIN, BEING

ESSENTIALLY A WARNING DEVICE, AND EXISTING, ESSENTIALLY, ONLY

SO LONG AS THE STIMULUS, EVENTUALLY AND RELUCTANTLY RELEASED

ITS ALL TOO PERNICIOUS HOLD ON THE LOWER EXTREMITIES OF HER

LEFT LEG AND, CAREFULLY, FEARING THE WORST, SHE PEERED DOWN

AT HER STRAPPED LEGS, AND DISCOVERED, TO HER CONSIDERABLE

AMAZEMENT, THAT HER DIGITS WERE STILL ALL THERE!  A DULL

THROBBING, NOW THAT THE SHARP PAIN OF THE BLOW HAD

DISAPPEARED, LEFT NO DOUBT IN HER MIND THAT THE BRUISES WOULD

BE LARGE AND LIVID.  "GET 'HOLD' OF YOURSELF, IDIOT.  YOU

WON'T GET LOOSE BY MAIMING YOURSELF ON THE KITCHEN

FURNITURE."  NECK TIRED FROM THE EXERTION OF HOLDING UP HER

LEGS, SHE DROPPED HER HEAD BACK, ONLY TO HAVE THE LEATHER

STRAP AROUND HER NECK AND BETWEEN HER TEETH DRAG THE PACKING

IN HER MOUTH SHARPLY TOWARDS THE BACK OF HER THROAT.  QUICKLY

RIGHTING HER HEAD, SHE PUSHED THE WAD BACK TO THE FRONT OF

HER MOUTH.  IT SEEMED TO BE GETTING SOMEWHAT SMALLER.  IT WAS

STILL 'WAY' TOO LARGE TO EVER PUSH OUT.  HER JAWS ACHED ALL

OVER FROM HAVING TO KEEP HER MOUTH OPEN SO WIDE, SO LONG.

"IT'S A GOOD THING I WAS GAGGED, WHAT WITH THAT BRILLIANT

KARATE KICK OF MINE - CHRIST, I'D HAVE HAD THE WHOLE DAMNED

NEIGHBORHOOD OVER HERE!"

 

HEAVING A LARGE AND THOROUGHLY RESIGNED SIGH, SHE TWISTED HER

HEAD BACK OVER HER SHOULDER AS FAR AS HER BRIDLE WOULD ALLOW,

AND CONTEMPLATED HER GLASSINE ADVERSARY.  ALMOST, IT LOOKED

CONTEMPTUOUSLY SMUG, ALMOST, IT DARED HER TO ATTACK ITS SLICK

SYMMETRY, SEEMING TO SAY, "COME ON, BLONDIE, GIVE ME A GOOD

WHACK; I'VE GOT A NICE SURPRISE INSIDE FOR YOU!"  VISIONS OF

ALICE'S EPHEMERALLY UBIQUITOUS CHESHIRE CAT SOMEHOW

INCARNATED IN THE GLASS, THE WALL-TO-WALL SMILE INVITING "HIT

HERE, KID, AND END THIS GIG," SWAM IN HER MINDS EYE.  THE

ABSURDITY OF HER VISION AND HER POSITION, AND WHAT THE

NEIGHBORS WOULD THINK OF THEIR OUTWARDLY STAID AND UPRIGHT

NEIGHBOR IN THE HULKING TUDOR WITH THE EXPENSIVE EUROPEAN

SEDANS SQUATTING ALL CONTEMPTUOUS OF THE AMERICAN

"STANDARDS"; OF THAT NEIGHBOR SPRAWLED ON HER OWN KITCHEN

FLOOR WITH HER MOUTH PACKED FULL OF CLOTH, HER WRISTS, ANKLES

KNEES AND ELBOWS STOUTLY BOUND WITH GAFFER'S TAPE,

CONTEMPLATING THE DESTRUCTION OF A THOROUGHLY MALIGNANT AND

ALL TO SMART-ASSED JUG OF MOLASSES; ALL THIS IN THE INTERESTS

OF WINNING A WEEKLY CONTEST WITH HER HUSBAND, BEGAN TO STRIKE

HER AS HILARIOUSLY FUNNY.  THE SPECTER OF BERNICE'S

DUMBFOUNDED STARE IF SHE WERE TO WALK THROUGH THE SIDE DOOR,

MEASURING GLASS IN HAND, ASKING FOR THE INEVITABLE CUP OF

SUGAR AT FIRST PRIED LOOSE A GIGGLE, AND THEN A TORRENT OF

LAUGHTER.  "...HEE HEEHEEHEEHEE, I WONDER IF THOSE UPTIGHT

BASTARDS HAVE EVEN THE REMOTEST INKLING OF WHAT GOES ON,

HEHEEHEEHEEHAHAHAHA... I CAN JUST SEE THEIR FACES, THE SMUG

BOOBSHAWHAWHAWHAW... ESPECIALLY THE CRENSHAWS...

HAHAHAHAHA...."  SNUFFLING AND SNORTING THROUGH THE PADDING,

SHE FINALLY WORE HERSELF OUT OF THE ALMOST HYSTERICAL ATTACK.

PAUSING FOR SEVERAL SECONDS, FIGHTING EXHAUSTION, SHE ONCE

AGAIN APPLIED HERSELF, GROANING, TO THE TASK OF FREEDOM.  THE

JAR DIDN'T LOOK LIKE A CHESHIRE, ANYMORE.

 

"HOW THE HELL AM I GONNA DO THIS?... IF I BREAK THE THING,

THEN I HAVE BITS OF BROKEN GLASS ALL OVER THE PLACE.  THE

OPENINGS TOO DAMNED SMALL TO GET BOTH WRISTS THROUGH, SO THAT

MEANS THAT I HAVE TO POUR ALL THAT GOOP OUT ON THE FLOOR, AND

ME."  A QUICK SHUDDER OF REVULSION RIPPLED THROUGH HER AT THE

THOUGHT OF THAT STICKY CRAP FOULING HER CLOTHES AND HAIR.

"YEECCHH!  OH WELL, AT LEAST IT'S NOT STP.  I HOPE!  IF THAT

CREEP CHANGED LABELS!!..."  JERKING HER HEAD TOWARD THE

GLASS, SHE PEERED EARNESTLY AT THE CONTENTS.  THERE WAS

ABSOLUTELY NO WAY TO TELL BY LOOKING.  SHE WOULD JUST HAVE TO

HOPE FOR THE BEST.  "WELL FOLKS, HERE GOES NOTHING, AND I DO

MEAN NOTHING!"

 

AGAIN HOOKING THE BOTTLE WITH HER FEET, SHE DRAGGED IT NEARER

THE EDGE OF THE OPENING, STOPPING JUST AS THE JAR BEGAN

SLIDING OVER THE SILL.  THAT CAP WOULD HAVE TO GO, FIRST.

TURNING HER BACK TO THE JAR, SHE EDGED BACKWARDS TILL SHE

COULD JUST FEEL IT BRUSHING HER ARMS, THEN CAUTIOUSLY, SHE

FELT AROUND WITH HER FINGERS TILL SHE ENCOUNTERED THAT

SEGMENT OF THE JAR'S BOTTOM PROTRUDING PAST THE EDGE OF THE

COUNTERS SILL.  "SHOULDN'T TAKE TOO MUCH PULLING TO GET IT

PAST ITS BALANCE... UMMMMPH!"

 

PRESSING UPWARD AGAINST THE BOTTOM OF THE JAR WITH HER

FINGERTIPS, SHE STRAINED TO PULL THE JUG TOWARDS HER.  "GOD,

I FORGOT HOW HEAVY A GALLON IS; I DON'T THINK THE DAMNED

THING IS GOING TO MOVE... THERE, I FELT IT BUDGE A LITTLE.  A

LITTLE BIT MORE... COME ON, YOU BASTARD!"  INCHING FORWARD

WITH A SERIES OF SMALL JERKS, THE BOTTLE RELUCTANTLY

FOLLOWING BEHIND, SHE SUDDENLY FELT ITS SMOOTH WEIGHT FALL

ONTO HER ARMS AND THEN ROLL OFF TO THE SIDE.  CLUTCHING

FRANTICALLY WITH HER HAMPERED FINGERS AND TWISTING SAVAGELY

IN AN ATTEMPT TO PREVENT THE BOTTLE FROM SMASHING ONTO THE

FLOOR, SHE ONLY SUCCEEDED IN SLAMMING IT SMARTLY AGAINST THE

OPEN COUNTER DOOR.  PARALYZED, SHE WATCHED IT TEETER BACK AND

FORTH ON EDGE FOR SEVERAL OSCILLATIONS, AND THEN OBEDIENTLY

FALL AGAINST HER LEG AND THUMP ONTO THE FLOOR, NICELY

CUSHIONED BY THE MATERIAL OF HER SKIRT.  "I DON'T BELIEVE

IT," SHE THOUGHT.  "I COULDN'T HAVE DONE IT BETTER IF I'D

TRIED."  DROPPING QUICKLY TO HER SIDE SO THAT HER BACK FACED

THE COUNTER, SHE INCHED HER WAY BACKWARDS UNTIL THE JAR WAS

FIRMLY PINNED BETWEEN HER AND THE VERTICAL SURFACE.  THEN,

WORKING HER HANDS AROUND THE CIRCUMFERENCE OF THE CAP, SHE

TRIED TO TWIST IT OFF.  "COME ON HANDS, DON'T FAIL ME NOW!!"

ALMOST TO HER SURPRISE, THE CAP WAS REMARKABLY EASY TO TURN -

NO REAL RESISTANCE AT ALL.  BUT THEN AGAIN, MOLASSES IS

NOTHING IF NOT SLIPPERY.  SUDDENLY, THE SCRATCHY REVOLVING OF

THE THREADS WAS GONE, AND ON THE TIPS OF HER FINGERS, SHE

FELT

A SUDDEN HEAVY FLOOD OF STICKINESS.  "COMES THE FLOOD -

GODDAMN, THIS IS GOING TO BE DISGUSTING!!"  PULLING THE CAP

QUICKLY FROM THE MOUTH OF THE RECEPTACLE AND ROLLING TO HER

RIGHT, SHE AVOIDED MOST OF THE SURGE, AND TURNING, WATCHED

THE TURGID, SLUGGISH MASS OOZE OUT ONTO THE TILES.  THE

OBJECT OF HER CONCERN, THE KNIFE, REMAINED INDOLENTLY AT THE

BOTTOM OF THE JAR, HOWEVER, MOVING ONLY FRACTIONALLY AS THE

LIQUID DRAINED.  "WHAT THE HELL IS THE JOKE, HERE!" SHE

THOUGHT.  "COME ON, YOU RECALCITRANT SON OF A BITCH!!"

REACHING OVER WITH HER LEGS, SHE GAVE THE BOTTLE A HARDY

BANG, AND WATCHED THE KNIFE AS IT SLID DOWN THE SIDE OF THE

GLASS AND, CATCHING THE FEEBLE REMNANTS OF THE RETREATING

FLOOD, BEGAN MOVING TOWARDS THE OPENING.  THE BOTTLE WAS

MOSTLY EMPTY BY NOW, THE FORMER OCCUPANTS NOW SPREAD A

MENACING MASS BEFORE THE OPENING LIKE SOME ABSURD MOAT.

 

ANOTHER QUICK GLANCE AT THE CLOCK CONFIRMED HER WORST FEARS -

TIME WAS ALMOST GONE.  NO TIME FOR QUALMS, NOW!  ROLLING BACK

TOWARDS THE BOTTLE AND REACHING BEHIND HER AS FAR AS POSSIBLE

WITH HER PINIONED WRISTS, SHE QUICKLY BUMPED INTO THE BOTTLE

AND, FUMBLING THROUGH THE WRETCHED SLICKNESS, INSERTED HER

RIGHT HAND INTO THE JAR.  MOLASSES STILL DRIPPING FROM THE

TOP OF THE GLASS COATED HER HAND.  "OH, LET ME BE ABLE TO

REACH FAR ENOUGH..." SHE PRAYED.  STRETCHING AND STRAINING

HER HAND INTO THE INTERIOR TILL THE RIM BUTTED AGAINST THE

CINCH BETWEEN HER WRISTS, SHE GINGERLY LOWERED HER FINGERS TO

THE BOTTOM.  NOTHING. NO!!  REACHING BACK FARTHER ONLY SLID

THE BOTTLE BODILY ALONG THE FLOOR.  STILL NO KNIFE.  DROPPING

HER HAND TO THE TILE, UNCONSCIOUS OF THE MOLASSES SLICKING

HER HAIR, EYES WIDE, MIND NEARLY A BLANK, SHE RELAXED AND

STARED AT THE CEILING.  "IT ISN'T FAIR," SHE REFLECTED, WITH

ALMOST NO EMOTION AT ALL.  FEELING AS DRAINED AS THE BOTTLE,

SHE CONSIGNED HERSELF TO DEFEAT.  IT WOULDN'T BE THE FIRST

TIME.  AS SHE STARTED TO WITHDRAW HER HAND FROM THE JAR, HER

FINGERS DRAGGED ACROSS AN UNFAMILIAR OBJECT.  IT COULDN'T BE,

BUT IT WAS - THE KNIFE!!  SHE HAD STRETCHED HER HAND TOO

FAR!!  OF ALL THE STUPID MISTAKES!  SUMMONING STRENGTH SHE

HAD LONG THOUGHT DEPARTED, SHE PRODDED THE SODDEN SLICK LUMP

OUT AND ONTO THE FLOOR WHERE SHE COULD MORE EASILY MANIPULATE

IT.  "GOD, THERE'S NO TIME, NO TIME....!"

 

 

 

IGNITION OFF!  WITH A FLICK OF THE KEY, THE RASPING V-12

THUMPED TO A HALT.  THE WINE OF THE RADIALS AND THE WHISTLE

OF THE WIND WERE THE ONLY SOUNDS, NOW.  THE SQUAT, BRUTALLY

POWERFUL LITTLE CAR GLIDED DOWN THE SLIGHT DECLINE, OAK

LEAVES SLIDING ACROSS THE PAVEMENT AND SLAPPING AGAINST THE

WINDSHIELD LIKE LARGE BROWN HANDS.  HE LEANED BACK HARD INTO

THE LEATHER OF THE SEAT, BOTH HANDS ON THE WHEEL, RELAXED.  A

GOOD DAY.  A HARD DAY.  HE WONDERED HOW HIS WIFE WAS DOING.

HE HAD LEFT HER WITH A PRETTY VEXING PROBLEM THIS TIME.  HE

WANTED NO NOISE, NO WARNING THAT HE WAS COMING.  THE GATE WAS

COMING UP AND HE TOUCHED THE BRAKES AND TURNED THE WHEEL,

CAREFULLY LEAVING HIMSELF WITH JUST ENOUGH VELOCITY, TIRES

SCRUNCHING ACROSS THE GRAVEL OF THE DRIVE, TO EDGE UP UNDER

THE TREES.

 

DAMN THAT LOCK!  IN A HOUSE THIS GODDAMMNED EXPENSIVE, THEY

OUGHT TO HAVE A LOCK THAT DOESN'T SOUND LIKE A TIN CAN FILLED

WITH LOOSE NUTS AND BOLTS!  PULLING THE DOOR HARD AGAINST THE

STOOP, HE TWISTED THE KEY SLOWLY AND CAREFULLY, TRYING NOT TO

MAKE THE SLIGHTEST SOUND.

 

THE KITCHEN, FIRST.  PEERING THROUGH THE CRACK BETWEEN THE

SWINGING DOORS, HE SAW A MASS OF MOLASSES AND WADDED UP

STRIPS OF TAPE, BUT NO WIFE.  PUSHING OPEN THE DOORS A

FRACTION, HE STUCK HIS HEAD INTO THE ROOM.  NO WIFE.  ON THE

KITCHEN TABLE WAS ONE VERY STICKY PARING KNIFE.

 

"HELLO, JOHN."

 

HE SPUN, SHOCK AND SURPRISE GRAPHIC ON HIS FACE, TO SEE HIS

WIFE IDLING ON THE STAIRS BEHIND HIM.  THE MARKS FROM THE

TAPE WERE STILL LIVID ON HER ARMS AND LEGS, AND THE TOES OF

HER LEFT FOOT WERE A PRONOUNCED BLACK AND BLUE.  SKIN STILL

WET FROM A SHOWER, HAIR DABBED AROUND HER SHOULDERS IN THICK,

SHINY STRANDS, SHE DABBED AT THE CORNER OF HER MOUTH WITH A

FACE CLOTH.

 

"I DON'T THINK WE'LL BE ABLE TO ATTEND THAT LITTLE PARTY DOWN

THE ROAD, DEAR.  I SEEM TO HAVE CUT THE CORNER OF MY MOUTH ON

THAT LEATHER STRAP YOU RAN THROUGH THE BALL.  YOU OUGHT TO

TRY USING A EDGER ON STRAPS FROM NOW ON.  MUCH MORE

COMFORTABLE.  AND SHAME ON YOU FOR USING AN UNFLAVORED BALL!

THE ONLY THING IT DID WAS 'GAG' ME.  REMEMBER THAT NICE

PEPPERMINT ONE THAT YOU USED LAST TIME...?"  POUTING, SHE

WAGGED A FINGER AT HIM IN MOCK CENSURE.

 

"BUT HOW THE HELL DID YOU GET LOOSE?  WHAT COULD YOU HAVE

ANCHORED THE KNIFE TO...?"  INCREDULITY AND SUSPICION MARKED

HIS FACE.

 

"TUT, TUT, TUT, DARLING, WE ALL HAVE OUR LITTLE SECRETS.  FOR

A FEW MINUTES, THERE, I THOUGHT I WAS REALLY IN TROUBLE. BUT

ASIDE FROM GETTING DISGUSTINGLY TACKY - HA HA, A LITTLE JOKE,

THERE - THERE NEVER WAS 'REALLY' THAT MUCH OF HASSLE.  YOU

SEEM TO BE LOSING YOUR TOUCH.  WHATEVER HAPPENED TO THE

BONDAGE MASTER I THOUGHT I MARRIED...?"

 

INSTANTLY, SHE KNEW THAT HAD BEEN A MISTAKE.  MOUTH MUSCLES

TENSE, A DEEP SCARLET FLUSH SPREADING ACROSS HIS FACE, HE

STEPPED QUICKLY, OMINOUSLY TO THE BASE OF THE STAIRS.  A BAD

TOPIC FOR JOKES.  QUICKLY NESTLING AGAINST HIM, HER ARMS

WRAPPED AROUND HIS, SHE PEERED UP AT HIM THROUGH LOWERED

LASHES, INQUIRING DEMURELY, "DID YOU BRING ANY SPECIAL LITTLE

THING FOR ME LIKE YOU PROMISED?"

 

"LIKE WHAT?" HE COUNTERED.  HE WAS STILL ANGRY, "DON'T YOU

KNOW THAT SLAVES DON'T EXPECT GIFTS, JUST PUNISHMENT?"

 

"OH, THATS VERY TRUE, MASTER," ALL WIDE-EYED AND INNOCENT,

"AND SINCE THIS LITTLE SLAVE HAS SO REBELLIOUSLY MANAGED TO

EXTRICATE HERSELF FROM THAT OH SO CLEVER BONDAGE APPLIED TO

HER UNWORTHY BODY, SHE SHOULD RECEIVE SOME EXTRA 'SPECIAL'

PUNISHMENT, DON'T YOU THINK, HMMMMMM, JOHNSIE WONSIE?"

 

"JOHNSIE WONSIE!!  HOW DARE YOU?  LISTEN TO THIS SHIT!" A

SARDONIC GRIN SPREAD ACROSS HIS VISAGE.  "A SMART-ASS, EH?

WE'LL HAVE TO SEE ABOUT THAT!"  GRABBING HER BY THE ARMS, HE

YANKED HER OFF THE STEPS.  "HMMMMMM, YOU SMELL NICE.  I'LL

HAVE TO USE THE MOLASSES ON YOU MORE OFTEN, I THINK.  YES,

VERY DEFINITELY.  BUT FOR RIGHT NOW, I KNOW A SLAVE THAT

NEEDS TO BE PUT IN HER PLACE.  COME WITH ME, WENCH....  TIME

TO LEARN A FEW NEW TRICKS...."

 

 

 

 

"OH, DEAR, HERBERT.  THAT NICE MAN NEXT DOOR SEEMS TO BE

HAVING TROUBLE WITH THAT LITTLE RED CAR OF HIS AGAIN.  HIS

MOTOR DIED AT THE TOP OF THE HILL, AND HE HAD TO COAST ALL

THE WAY TO HIS DRIVEWAY.  THAT'S THE THIRD TIME THIS MONTH.

OH DEAR, OH DEAR, WHATEVER CAN THE MATTER BE?"

 

FOR CHRISSAKES,  EMMA, GET AWAY FROM THAT WINDOW.  JESUS

CHRIST, I TOLD THE BASTARD IF HE WANTED AN EXPENSIVE CAR TO

GET AN AMERICAN CAR INSTEAD OF THAT FOREIGN CRAP.  FARRARY,

FERARRI, CANARY, WHATEVER THE HELL IT IS.  HE'S GOT NOBODY

BUT HIMSELF TO BLAME.  NOBODY.  GODDAMMIT WOMAN, GET AWAY

FROM THAT WINDOW - MY SUPPERS GETTING COLD!"

 

 

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