By Karen Singer
Chapter 4 (Part 2 of 3)
Roger’s mind was numb – totally. Unable to move, sitting in a puddle of his own pee that stank terribly, and naked except for the extra large protuberance of the bra on his chest – which he would much rather do without – along with everything else. At least the foul gag had been removed from his mouth – that was a big improvement. But he still couldn’t ever remember being so miserable in his life.
With her gone, the house was deathly quiet, so he heard her as she came in from the garage. She didn’t come directly in to see him, other than to quickly poke her head into the room to check on him. Then she went somewhere else in the house instead. But it wasn’t long until she did poke her head back in again. And again, it was only for a moment, and once again she was gone. Was that a bag of food in her hands? He realized that he was famished. She hadn’t fed him anything today.
It was a long time before she came back. He heard her out in the hallway a few times, but had no idea what she was doing. When she finally came in, she carried a drink in one hand, and a bag of food in the other. “Are you hungry yet?” she asked.
Not wanting to ire her by speaking since he wasn’t sure he was allowed to, he nodded his head. She set the bag of food and the drink on the chair. “Are you going to behave?” she asked.
He chanced speaking. “Yes, Miss Carol. I promise!”
She hesitated though before she began unfastening his hand that was still tied to the wall stud. When that hand was free, he felt her unlocking the cuff that was attached to his ankle ropes, freeing his other arm. He breathed a sigh of relief as he was finally able to pull that arm forward again, but only for a moment. She was quickly on his back and pulling both arms behind him. She cuffed them there again where they would be useless.
“No!” he wailed. “I promised! I promised!” But his pleas for mercy fell on deaf ears. He was still on his knees with his legs locked around the wall stud. He still couldn’t go anywhere. And she was still behind him… now pushing down on him. Pushing his head down… down… down toward the pool of his own piss on the floor. She stopped when his nose was only inches from it. Then she got off of him. He pulled his body up gratefully.
“If you’re good,” she said, “and you eat all your lunch… then I’ll let you take a shower and get cleaned up afterwards.”
Roger would do anything for a good hot shower. “I promise!” he repeated again. “I promise!”
She pulled another hamburger out of the bag and opened the wrapper. The whole thing she set down right in front of him… right where his nose had almost touched the pool of his own piss. He was horrified. The wrapper protected the hamburger from the pee for a moment, then he saw it soaking through. With growing horror, he watched as the shallow pool of pee flowed over top of the entire wrapper. And that was when she dumped the fries on top of everything.
“I’m still mad at you,” she said. “Very mad! I’m mad because you fought with me last night. You resisted! And then you couldn’t do the simple little thing I asked of you. I had to wait till this morning for it!” She paused for a moment before she spoke again. “I’d like to hurt you very badly! But I don’t want to do anything that might seriously hurt you. Unfortunately, I still need you. Unfortunately!”
Roger knew there was no sense in arguing with her, she wouldn’t listen, and it would be a totally useless act. It might even make her angrier which would be no good at all. So he remained silent.
“Eat it!” she said. “All of it!”
That was the last thing that Roger wanted to do. The very thought of it turned his stomach.
“Or I’ll re-soak those panties in all that piss and you can eat them instead!”
Ugh! As repugnant as it was, he would have to do as she wanted. He would have to bend down and put his face in all that while he tried to eat the food… that was now soaking in all that piss. Yuck! Taking one last good breath, he bent down to the disgusting meal she had left for him.
As soon as he started eating, Carol sat down on the chair to watch him. She was still mad at him – very mad. And he would be getting more unpleasant surprises later. A few of which she found very amusing to think about.
Roger struggled to finish his food, but what he really was doing was struggling not to throw up! No telling what she would do to him if he did. When he was nearly done, he was surprised to find her standing right over him again.
“Have you had enough yet?” she asked.
“Yes, Miss Carol,” he replied, trying hard to keep everything down. There was still a little bit of food left, but he made no move to eat anymore. In truth, he wasn’t sure he could.
“Are you going to be good?” she asked again.
“Yes, Miss Carol. I promise!”
“You better!” She left his hands cuffed behind him, but she went through and unlocked the cuff from one of his ankles. “Don’t get up,” she warned him. You can crawl on your knees to the bathroom.
Roger had to wade through the wet patch of floor as he made his way toward the door. The movement on his aching knees was painful, but it was movement. And there was the promise of release soon to come. The moment he saw the chain lying on the bathroom floor though, he realized that full release was not going to happen.
“Crawl all the way in till I tell you to stop,” she instructed from behind him.
He turned into the bathroom and continued to crawl on his knees toward the back. He saw the other end of the chain wrapped several times around the base of the toilet with a fairly hefty lock holding it in place. The moment his legs were in far enough, she commanded him to stop. He felt her finally removing the handcuffs from his arms. He gratefully pulled his aching arms forward, trying to move them to relieve some of the pain… but even as he did so, he felt her quickly fastening the cuffs to his right ankle. And then there was a small click, and he was chained to the toilet. But at least his arms were free and that was something. A big something!
“I put all your shaving stuff on the counter there,” she said. “I moved your shampoo, towel and toothbrush too. Don’t be all day!”
He felt her backing out then, backing away from him. Instead of rising to his feet, he stretched out on the floor. His knees were in major pain. His shoulders hurt from having his hands behind him for so long. And his stomach was rolling from the food he had been forced to eat. He writhed a bit on the floor, just enjoying the luxury of what freedom his limbs were finally allowed.
“Don’t keep me waiting!” she said. Then she turned and walked away, leaving him alone – again. But at least he could move – mostly. He finally climbed to his feet. That alone felt great. He saw his toiletries on the counter. He grabbed for his toothbrush and the toothpaste first. He had to get that awful taste out of his mouth!
While Roger was cleaning up, Carol went into the other unfinished room to prepare his next little surprise. She used this room because the floor was cleaner, she didn’t want to be anywhere near the spot he had repeatedly peed on. She tightly tied ropes to two of the studs that were fairly far apart. The boards on the wall on the other side of the room were bare too, at least on one side. The solid wallboard on the other side didn’t allow any room for her to pass the rope behind. But each of those boards had holes drilled through them where electrical lines passed. She threaded rope through those holes in two of the boards and tied them tightly too. Then she went out to the kitchen for the rest of her preparations.
Roger didn’t hurry at all… despite what she had said. The shower felt just too good after what he had been through. But despite his leisurely pace, he was still done before she came back. As soon as he had dried off, he moved closer to the bathroom door. He was totally naked, but that didn’t bother him at all. Of course he could have tried to put the huge bra on again, but he wasn’t going to do that unless she made him do it! Standing up, the chain gave him just enough freedom to get his one leg out the door, but not the leg with the chain. He peered down the hallway, but he didn’t see her. He could hear her in the kitchen though and wondered what she was up to.
He knew he probably should have called to her, but he was too reluctant. It was probably better if he just remained silent and stayed by himself. He sat down on the toilet seat to wait – hopefully for a very long time.
Carol was busy with a large pot. She had read the directions, but three packages meant changing a few things. Of course she didn’t know if she would need three packages. Maybe she would need only one, but her mother had said to get a few, so she had picked up three. When she was satisfied that everything was as ready as she could get it, she left the kitchen to find out what was taking him so long. She found him lounging on the commode. “Comfortable?” she asked.
He shrugged. “Tired,” was his only reply.
She nodded and smiled as if she were being friendly. “Then come along. I’ve got a treat for you that I’m told many people enjoy.”
“What?” he asked as he got to his feet.
But instead of answering, she just crooked her finger for him to follow. He stopped at the edge of the doorway for her to unlock his ankle cuff, but first she insisted on tying his hands behind his back again. It seemed that he was not going to be allowed total freedom just yet. When he could walk again, she sent him into the other unfinished room where she had prepared the ropes. The moment he saw them, he stopped still. “Please!” he begged. “I promise I’ll be good! I’ve told you that over and over… and I mean it!”
She smiled. “I’m sure you mean it, but you haven’t earned it yet. Now lie down in the middle of the room… on your stomach… and face that way!”
Knowing it was no use trying to resist, he carefully laid down where she wanted him. At least he was laying down this time… his knees where still killing him. He felt her attaching the ropes on his ankles first, pulling each one until his legs were splayed far apart. Then she untied his hands and attached the new ropes instead, pulling them tightly till he was spread eagled with no way to move. Some treat!
She disappeared for a few minutes. When she came back again, he couldn’t turn his head far enough to see what she was doing, but he heard her moving around behind him. Then she was down by his side, whispering in his ear.
“Just relax now and enjoy this.”
He jerked a bit as he suddenly felt something hot being placed on his back.
Whatever the something hot was, she was soon moving it up his back, further and further spreading whatever it was in a wide long path. And it was kind of relaxing. He closed his eyes and tried to enjoy it… despite the pain and ache the rest of his body was feeling.
“You, know,” she said softly, “I’m still very mad at you. You shouldn’t have fought me like you did last night – even if I did hurt you. You’re going to have to learn that.” He felt her doing something else to his back now, pressing down all over the nice warmth. “You’re going to have to learn that I can make you do anything I want you to, no matter even if it hurts you… a lot. Because I can hurt you a lot – in many different ways that won’t leave any nasty marks on you.” Her voice was still soft and calming… even if her words weren’t. “And this is one of those ways!”
He screamed as pain suddenly exploded up his back where she had put all the comfortable warmth just a few moments earlier. She held something down in front of his face – something long. Attached to it was hair that she had pulled out of his back.
She giggled. “Now wasn’t that fun?” He didn’t answer. Fun? It was a nightmare! Especially since he felt her putting more of what he now realized must be hot wax onto his back, and he was helpless to stop her.
Strip after strip of hair was ripped from his body, while she giggled and cooed over how smooth his skin looked without all that ugly hair. She taunted him too, telling him that this was punishment for not behaving properly and the next time he dared to misbehave, she would think of something worse… much worse! He couldn’t imagine anything much worse!
She did his entire back, his hairy buttocks – right down into the crack, and the entire length of his legs – as far around as she could reach. And then she carefully moved the ropes, making him roll over onto his back, but never once giving him a chance at any freedom to escape.
His chest was as bad as his back, the front of his legs were bad too. But then she started in on the area around his cock and balls. That was where the pain really got bad. He screamed. He tugged at the ropes. But it was all to no avail as she ripped strip after strip of hair from his body, until even his private parts were totally smooth and hairless. From the neck down, he was as smooth as a baby. And all the while, she told him that she hoped he’d think twice about crossing her again. After what she had just done to him, he vowed he’d never cross her again – ever. At least not until he had the chance to kill her!