Monsters
By
Karen Singer
Chapter 8 – Journey of a Thousand Miseries
Brandy and Carol were sound asleep
in each other’s arms. It had been
another late night, but at least they had napped frequently during the day, and
on and off again during the night. Now,
they were both dead to the world.
Wu Enterprises had delivered a copy
of the report Carol asked for to each of them, except that when it was
delivered, they were both together. They
had spent part of the evening studying it, before going back to bed. Room service had sufficed for their dinner…if
you didn’t count the sex.
While they slept the early morning
hours away, the time difference made it several hours later in Cleveland. A figure opened the door to the expensive
condominium and looked around. A taxi
was waiting for him out at the curb. Why
couldn’t Brandy arrange for Sammy to drive him instead of making him take a
taxi everywhere he went? But he knew the
answer to that. There was no need to
wonder why.
Grabbing his two small suitcases
and his large tote that he would take on the plane with him, Ralphie stuck his
purse up on his arm and carefully descended the steps. His red four-inch heels were no problem on
the steps at all. It was a rare treat
for him to wear anything less than four-inch heels…except that when he did get
to wear lower heels, he always had other problems that made the shoes seem like
nothing at all. He had a pair of those
flats in his suitcase now. Flats that
were far more humiliating to wear than the red high heels he had on now.
He made his way out to the taxi…not
a ride share, but a taxi. Miss Brandy
had ways of checking up on him and this was one of them. Someone in her family owned the taxi company,
and she seemed to have more distant family members than he could count. Of course, that didn’t mean that he didn’t
still have to pay the driver. Any little
humiliation.
The taxi driver was one he had seen
before – thank God! The man took his
suitcases and put them in the trunk, but not without looking him over and
laughing at him. He felt like such a
fool. How long since he had been allowed
to wear pants now? Any pants! Four years!
Over four years. It had been four
years since he had been allowed to wear any male clothing at all – anywhere!
The ride in the taxi was one of the
few calm spots in his journey. He was
very aware of that during the ride to the airport. When they arrived, he dreaded getting out of
the cab, but he knew by now that he had no choice. Just as he had no choice in anything at all
in his life. Not anymore. His flight didn’t leave until ten, but he was
far earlier than most people would worry about getting to the airport. He knew from experience that he was going to
need that extra time. Especially since
she had gotten angry because he had argued with her on the phone. He hadn’t argued, she just claimed he
did. Not that it mattered. But because of it, his trip was going to be
far more…uncomfortable. A difficult proposition
considering the rest of his life.
As required, he checked his two
suitcases into the baggage system and headed for the gate. A walk that would probably take anyone else
about ten minutes but was probably going to take him a good hour. He knew that from experience. That was why he was so early. Worse, the time he had arrived at the airport
was in the middle of the early morning rush hour when most of the businesspeople
were rushing to catch their flights. The
place was packed with people. It wasn’t
what he wanted, but it was the earliest flight he could arrange to fly out to
Nevada where Miss Brandy was waiting for him.
As he made his way through the
airport, he was very aware of all the people staring at him. The red dress she had texted she wanted him
to wear seemed to call more attention to him than many of his other
dresses. The red shoes didn’t help
either. Nor did the fact that no matter
how he wished otherwise, she made sure that he looked like a man who was
wearing women’s clothes – all the time, everywhere, under all
circumstances. Humiliation, his entire
life.
And speaking of humiliation, there
ahead of him was one of the biggest. The
reason why he had to come so early, and the reason he would be delayed so
long. The security check. He removed his shoes. He removed his jewelry. He set his tote and his purse to go through
the x-ray machine. But all that still
wasn’t going to get him through security.
As he stepped up to go through the scanner, he prayed it wouldn’t go
off. But of course, it did. Shit!
“Do you have anything else that’s
metal on you?” the security agent asked.
“Yes, but I can’t put it through
the x-ray machine.”
“Step over here please.”
He walked over to the side where
the security guard started running the scanner over him. The scanner didn’t find anything during most
of the scan and Ralphie was hoping it wouldn’t, but the moment it got to that
one certain point, off it went. Shit!
The security guard looked at the
spot where the detector had gone off, but he was reluctant to touch it. “I’m sorry,” he said, “but you’re going to
have to undress. Wait here.”
Ralphie knew that already. So far, luck wasn’t on his side. But then, luck was never on his side anymore. The wait was longer than he wanted. Of course, he never wanted to leave home –
period! Another guard finally arrived. A supervisor.
He grabbed his shoes, his jewelry, his tote bag, his purse, and followed
the guard out of the area to a private room.
“Haven’t I seen you here before?”
the guard asked.
“Probably. It seems like I wind up getting on a plane
several times a year now.”
“And I remember now why you
couldn’t get through security before,” the guard replied. “I’m sorry, but you’re still going to have to
show me. We can’t take the chance of
anything illegal being smuggled onto the plane.”
“I know,” Ralphie replied with a
sigh. He pulled up the skirt of his
dress, exposing the top of his pantyhose and his frilly panties. He pulled both down, exposing his sex organ
and the heavy metal contraption that was on it that crushed his penis down now
to just one single inch in length.
“If I remember correctly, the guard
said, you had a different one the last time we did this.”
“Yeah. This one is new.”
“And a whole lot smaller!”
“Don’t remind me.”
“Can you still pee out of that
thing?” the guard asked.
“There’s a tube going up inside me
to make sure I can.”
The guard nodded. “Can you unlock it and take it off for the
flight? Do you have a key?”
“I have the key. I’ve always got the key. It just does me no good. It was welded in place the day after it got
put on me.”
The guard laughed and shook his
head. He took a handheld scanner and ran
it over him completely again. Finding
nothing more, he said, “You can get dressed now. Sorry for the delay.”
The security guard left him and
Ralphie fixed his dress, put his shoes on, and put his jewelry back on. Then he headed for the nearest men’s room. Since he always wore dresses now, he hated
going into the men’s rooms. She wouldn’t
let him use the ladies’ rooms of course, not since it was always obvious that
he was a man. But walking into a men’s
room while wearing a red dress and heels didn’t exactly make him
comfortable. Ever! And Brandy made doubly sure he got to spend
plenty of time in various men’s rooms. He
headed for the furthest toilet stall and went in.
He hated doing this! Fortunately, at least lately, he hadn’t had
to do it very often. He always did his
best to stay on Brandy’s good side just to avoid doing things like this. He hiked the skirt of his dress way up. He removed his shoes again. He removed his pantyhose. He removed his panties. From his tote bag he pulled out a thick adult
diaper covered in little girl designs. He
had lots of practice putting those things on now. Once in place, he used his phone to take a
picture of it before texting the photo to Brandy. He pulled his pantyhose back up over the
thick diaper and he put his shoes on again.
His panties went into his tote bag.
From his purse he pulled out a
small pouch containing more jewelry.
From it he extracted two tiny gold padlocks. The locks were open. After he inserted them into the straps
holding his shoes on, the locks weren’t unlocked anymore. He had the keys to his chastity device, not
that they did him any good. He didn’t
have the keys to the locks on his shoes.
Neither did Miss Brandy. She had
to pick the locks for him every time she allowed him to remove them. And most of the shoes that he owned were
lockable, so whenever she wanted them locked, he usually wound up wearing them
for long periods of time. Even the shiny
pink little-girl flats with the pink bows on the toes that were in his suitcase
were lockable. He hated those shoes more
than anything! Not to mention the two
outfits she had specified he bring with him that went with the shoes.
Now that his shoes were locked on,
he took another picture of them locked and texted it to Miss Brandy as well.
Finally ready, he boldly walked out
of the men’s room. For once, he hadn’t
been required to do anything else while he was in there like she often forced
him to do. He made his way to the gate
to wait until the plane departed.
As he sat there, as always, he was aware
of everyone looking at him. At least
they couldn’t tell he was wearing a big diaper under his dress – yet! They might by the time he got to Las Vegas
though. Brandy had made sure that he
knew his diaper had to be soaked by the time he got there. Knowing that, he wandered away from the gate
and bought himself some coffee. Feeling
like the biggest fool in the world, he wet his diaper before he got back to his
seat to wait for the plane to arrive.
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“Do you want breakfast?” Brandy
asked before she headed for the shower.
“Sure. You want to call room service, or do you want
me to do it.”
Brandy picked up the phone,
conferred a moment with Carol, then placed the order. Only then did she go into the bathroom to get
cleaned up. Like Carol’s room had the
day before, her room smelled deliciously of all the sex they had shared.
Carol was still naked when Brandy
came out of the bathroom. She went to
Carol and kissed her deeply on the lips.
“Keep that up,” Carol said, “and we
won’t get anything done today.”
“I’ve been thinking about that,”
Brandy replied. “I don’t think we should
bother with the bosses anymore. I doubt
we can learn anything from them.”
“You want to try to find someone
who was around when some of the murders took place?”
“If we can find anyone to talk to
us.”
“And if they saw anything.”
“The only way to find out, will be
to ask.”
“I agree,” Carol replied. “Let’s do it.”
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Ralphie sat in his seat on the
plane and stared down at his long red acrylic nails resting in his lap. The light glittered off the bracelet on one
wrist and the woman’s watch on his other.
At least he hadn’t gotten a seat next to a kid. He hated that. It was bad enough having to sit next to anyone
at all. The lady on his left side had
looked at him with disbelief when he had sat down. She had commented on his nice dress and
earrings, then said nothing more. That
didn’t keep her from looking at him. The
guy sitting on his other side had muttered a few curse words, then had done his
best to ignore him so far. The best
thing he could possibly hope for from both the people sitting next to him.
The jet started moving. Faster and faster. He felt the dramatic tilt as it left the
ground and headed into the sky. A few
minutes later, the jet leveled out and the seatbelt sign was turned off. He didn’t care about the seatbelt sign. He wasn’t going to be getting out of his seat. With his eyes still cast down at the red
nails in his lap, his mind roamed back over his life.
He used to be one of the biggest
pimps in Chicago. Well, he was up and
coming anyway. Heading toward being a
major player. But that had all changed
four years ago. In order to get the
girls he wanted, he had resorted to kidnapping women that he felt sure his
clients would want. Unfortunately, he
had kidnapped one girl too many. He
didn’t know it until later, but she had been the daughter of an Italian gentleman…who
wasn’t much of a gentleman. He was a
mafia boss. He didn’t know that though
when he had taken the girl. He simply
grabbed her and stuck her into his breaking program, making her pliable to his
every wish. Once caught, there could
never be any escape for any of his girls.
The drugs and frequent beatings he handed out insured that.
And then came one more girl. The woman he shouldn’t have touched. But he couldn’t resist. She was so perfect! He had kidnapped her, or so he thought. He found out later that she had only allowed
him to take her so that she could find out where he had taken the woman she had
been looking for. He had gotten her as
far as his breaking house, and all hell broke loose. Hell like he’d never seen. The woman was a terror like nothing
else. She literally took out him and all
his men, in minutes. All his
men. Dead! Except him.
She had kept him alive for the purpose of…retribution. In his silent reverie, he shuddered.
Instead of breaking her, she had
taken him home with her, and broken him.
Totally broken him. No
drugs. Just pain. He swore to himself, over and over, that he
wouldn’t let her break him. But there
was only so much he could take before he started giving in a little bit here,
then a little more there, until before long, he was so terrified of not doing
whatever she wanted, that he didn’t dare disobey her. But all that had only been the
beginning. The beginning of a
never-ending nightmare.
Now, four years later, he was not
just her plaything, but her private secretary.
Running errands for her, booking hotels and flights for her. Doing absolutely anything she asked. Anything!
He had no choice. And all that
was just the practical side of his life.
His closet in her condo would most
likely be the envy of most women. It was
filled with beautiful dresses, and she made sure that he went out shopping for
more very often. By himself! He had a few skirts, but very few. She preferred that he wear dresses all the
time. No pants of any kind – ever. And he knew better than to mention wearing
men’s clothes again. His shoe collection
would also be the envy of most women, except that they were mostly very high
heels and the majority of them were lockable, like the pair he was currently
wearing. He had jewelry, and purses, and
bras and breast forms in all sizes, and miserably tight corsets that he had to
wear all the time too. The corset he was
wearing just then was one of her favorites, not his. She claimed the corsets made his dresses fit
better. He’d rather buy bigger dresses.
But worst of all was the fact that she
didn’t allow him to sit in her condo and do nothing. He had to go out every single day –
somewhere. He ran her errands, he went
shopping, and frequently she loaned him out to another pimp where he had to
sell himself on the street corners. He
had gone from being a pimp, to being pimped out. Then there were also all the times when she
gave him a stack of ten-dollar bills and made him go out and pay men ten
dollars each for the privilege of giving them blow-jobs or letting them rape
his ass. After a while, the men would
line up when they saw him coming.
Now she had demanded that he follow
her out to Las Vegas. Why? What new horrors awaited him out there? He didn’t want to think about it. All he knew was that it was going to be very
humiliating. The only reason he was
still alive, was so that he could live through every humiliating thing she
could think of to put him through.
Speaking of humiliation, he let
himself wet his diaper again before the plane landed. He’d had to go for a while now anyway. He prayed that none of the people sitting
near him had super sensitive noses and could smell him. Hopefully, they would only notice the perfume
he had worn that day instead.
Walking in the thick, now soaked
diaper to get his luggage wasn’t fun. The
diaper rubbing against his legs was a major irritation. Not that he could do anything about it. Like everything else in his life, he had to
live with it. Standing around waiting
for the luggage to get unloaded from the plane wasn’t fun either. He stood there for an eternity in his red
four-inch heels before the bags finally started to come out. He finally got both of his suitcases and
headed outside to find a taxi.
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“Okay,” Carol said as she hung up
her phone. “They had trouble digging up
anything, but they think that one of Omar Besinski’s men might have at least
seen them. The problem is going to be
getting to talk to him.”
“Do you want to go about it the
hard way, the easy way, or the fun way?” Brandy asked.
“The fun way, usually, but if
there’s an easy way it might save us some time.”
“Right. Let me call Morrow and see if he can get in
touch with Omar and smooth the way for us.”
“Works for me,” Carol replied.
There was a knock at the door. Both women automatically tensed. “I wonder if that’s Ralphie,” Brandy
whispered while Carol pulled her gun out.
“He should be due about now.” She
carefully looked through the peephole in the door. “Ralphie!” she whispered excitedly. Carol put her gun out of sight while Brandy
opened the door.
It was almost second nature to him
now, but that didn’t mean he didn’t hate doing it each and every time. As required, he curtseyed. “Hello Miss Brandy,” he said the moment he
saw her.
Brandy giggled. “Hi Ralphie.
Come in.” She waited until he had
dragged his two suitcases into the room.
She closed the door behind him.
“Ralphie, this is my good friend Carol.
Please say hello.”
Ralphie wondered if this was the
woman who had nailed some poor guys cock to a tree, then made him cut it off to
get loose…which he figured would have probably killed him. He curtseyed nicely. “Hello Carol.
Is it Miss Carol, or Mrs. Carol?
Or Ms. Carol?”
“Miss will do nicely,” Carol
replied with a chuckle as she came over to see him better. “You wore that dress all the way from…where…Cleveland?”
Ralphie curtseyed again. “Yes, Miss Carol. I have no choice but to wear dresses
everywhere I go.”
Carol raised an eyebrow and looked
over at Brandy.
“I don’t allow him to wear anything
but dresses and a few skirts. Mostly all
dresses though. And absolutely no men’s
clothes of any kind.” She looked to
Ralphie. “Is your diaper wet?”
“Yes, Miss Brandy.”
“Show me.”
He lifted the skirt of his dress
and lowered his pantyhose so she could see better.
“Wet but still plenty of room for
more,” Brandy decided while Carol smirked at what she saw. “But I’m going to be nice to you this
time. You can change that diaper now for
a fresh one. But only because I want
Carol to see your new chastity device first.
Pull that diaper off and show her.”
It wasn’t the first time Ralphie
had been forced to remove his underwear in front of someone and show off
whatever chastity device she had him currently locked into. He didn’t remember ever having to remove a
diaper to do it before though. He
stripped the wet diaper off and held it behind his back, standing still so that
Carol could examine what she had done to him.
Carl took a close look at the
device. His cock was jammed into it, crushing
it down to the small length of the heavy metal cage. She was surprised at how big the bars of the
steel cage were. She had no doubt that the
thing would be a nightmare to try and cut off him. She noted the built-in lock. “Do you carry around the key for this thing
all the time?” she asked Brandy.
“I don’t have the key at all. I make him carry it. In fact, I require him to keep the key
for it. It just won’t do him any
good. I had it welded together as soon
as I made sure it was going to work.”
Carol chucked. “Very nice,” she commented.
Brandy took charge again. “Ralphie, your room is over there,” she told
him as she pointed to the second bedroom.
“Standard hotel protocol applies in all things. Make sure you check the room for bugs before
you go out today.” She turned to
Carol. “We found one once when we
weren’t expecting to find one. It was
supposed to just be busy work for him.
Since then, it’s one of his more important duties when he travels with
me.”
She turned back to Ralphie. “Fresh diaper. Then I want you wearing one of the
little-girl outfits I told you to bring.”
“Miss Brandy…please!” Ralphie
begged, horrified by her request.
“Do you want me to make it worse?”
Ralphie figured there was no way
she could ever make anything worse than what she had just told him to do, but
he knew her too well. She could always
find ways to make his life more miserable.
He gulped. “Will
you unlock my shoes so I can change?”
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