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Chapter 10 – Ambushed By 3 Words and a Shampoo Bottle
The sun pierced thru the blinds making hostile lines on my wall. An unwelcome invader, a German blitzkrieg into my Poland sleep, my eyes protested opening. What a night, I thought. I rolled over to look at Tessie and… where’d she go??
Flinging covers off like I was late for class, I jumped to my feet. I KNEW I shouldn’t have trusted her!! Where the fuck did she run off too and how had she escaped… she had a collar on... maybe she wasn’t far. Maybe she was still in the house. I heard something fall in the bathroom, a small, reverberating thud. I quickly walked into the bathroom and my jaw dropped.
She was on all fours by the toilet, pale ass in the air with her gorgeous creamy breasts dangling towards the floor, nipples occasionally brushing the floor mat, with the enema bag hung on the shower curtain rod trailing its cleansing hose into her rectum. It looked like she was flying a red kite with her ass.
She looked up startled, and grimace on her face from the water filling her gut. “I figured whatever you, ugh, had planned for us today, this way at least I wouldn’t have to worry about, ehhh, shitting all over the place.”
I wanted to be outraged. She was my slave! She was supposed to take my nefarious orders and carry them out unwillingly, forced against her will, to protest everything that happened. And here she was with a great idea. What was I going to do? Tell her “No!” on principle and pull the hose out of her ass because she infringed upon my iron-fisted control, only to tell her an hour later that she was right and have her wash herself out again?
I simply smiled and got in the shower.
As I lathered on the soap, and washed away the booze and sex rolling out my pores, I heard her relief. I knew it myself, the waterfall of the dirty leaving. It would carry on for a few more minutes, I always enjoyed reading during.
I finished showering and as I exited the misty enclosure, Tess was stepping one foot first into the tub, testing the water, then, satisfied, the other foot followed and knees-together, she slid down into the hot water. She rolled over on her side, eyeing me a good poker face. It could’ve been anything… resentment, lust, fear, hate… love. Or it could’ve just been whatever I was hoping it to mean and she really wanted my cock on the tip of a butter-knife as it sawed me dull, ear-to-ear. You never knew with these good women. This was the specific breed I always fell for. I craved stability, but for some reason I always fell for the women who I never felt stable with. Like at any minute those loving fingernails massaging down my back could turn to talons and leave scars, or the nibbling kiss could turn to full-on biting flesh-rip as she remembered some injustice I’d long forgotten. Unpredictable love when all I wanted was predictable sex.
She was almost fetal in the water, her arms together, making a V, hands clasped, hugging, squeezing her breasts together, a few air bubbles escaping apathetically thru cleavage, away from my second favorite place in the world. Her head was resting, tilted at that horrible angle you get when you put your head on the back of the tub. Her poker face broke into sleepy, smoky eyes as she idly scooped up water with her mouth and spit it out just as idly.
A warm glow came to her eyes and she spoke, “You like me.”
Fuck.
I mean, what do you do in this situation? Hi, I’m a horrible kidnapper of a person; rape, torture, assault, kidnapping, and all the other Law and Order SVU buzzwords that escape me right now. But I happen to fall in love. A big fucking pussy of a criminal I turned out to be.
What do I say in return? “No I don’t?” How middle school.
How do I act from here on out? I can’t let the guys know. That totally erodes my credibility and the food chain devolves into an order-less free-for-all.
I needed time to think. This golden swirl of an experience was quickly turning into bullshit.
I said nothing. I turned on my heels and walked out. I mean, I wouldn’t deny it and lie to her. We were all in this house at this time because one woman fucked me over and here I am hopping right back in with another? I was losing objectivity here. This was not the stoic businessman mafia anymore.
As I was dressing, I heard small splashes in the water of a beautiful girl bathing.
“20 minutes, be downstairs, your clothes are on the bed.” I said, trying to sound unaffected.
“Yes sir.” She replied genuinely. OH that made it worse, was she patronizing me? There was no sarcasm there, maybe she understood. I bet she did. Fucking smart girl. God that made it worse. Why couldn’t she be a dumbass that I could just whip or fuck without a care? Where was the catharsis I was asking for in this situation? I guess it would come later.
One of my favorite authors, Robert Jordan, has a character in one of his books that says “Kittens tangle your yarn, men tangle your wits, and it's as easy as breathing for both.” Insert “women” for “men” and this is where I’m at.
God, enough of my bitching. I looked for a minute at my collection of clothing choices for her, and couldn’t find anything I liked for today, so I grabbed her old clothes from the laundry basket, freshly washed, and set them out for her. The black, gothic Hello Kitty spaghetti strap shirt and the mid-thigh black with dark purple polka dot shirt looked great on her. I left the panties in the basket and the boots were in my closet. She could wear just those two items today.
I finished dressing and headed out of the room. It was around 9am and everyone else was apparently sleeping. The other guys would probably be asleep till 2 or 3 this afternoon. I wondered what Mikael was up to with the boy.
I found a note at the top of the basement stairs. “Took him to my place, letting some of my friends have a go at him. Call you later!” Dumbass kid for walking into my plan. A little ass rape would change this kid’s whole world perspective. I headed down anyways, couldn’t forget little miss perfect in the tank.
I took a peek in the window. Ashley was curled up in one of the corners closest to the door with a corner of a pillow over her mouth and nose, and the piss bucket in the opposite, back end. She must have used it! I barked a laugh. I knocked against the window and she jumped and turned, getting dangerously close to the ceiling. I pressed the “To Talk” button and spoke.
“Morning princess. Did you go wee-wee in your bucket?” Her eyes shot anger, humiliation and shame at a machine-gun pace towards me.
“Well, let’s pick it up and take it outside now. Don’t do anything stupid now, I’m going to let you come out and we’re going to go outside for a little bit… let the wittle doggie out to pway for a wittle bit” I said in that irritating dog-lover-dog-talky voice.
“Now, when you come out, I’m going to put a rather large ball gag in your mouth. If you get stupid and decide to scream, well… lets just say, ‘No Loud Noises’ with this thing.” And I smiled politely. There are some sick fucks online that apparently have a lot of pretty sweet engineering and electronics knowledge. But more on that later.
I unlocked the door and let it swing open with a low groan. A wave of piss-aroma washed out of the tank. “Whoa, well done, Stinky!” She started walking out and I coughed and eyed the bucket in the back of the tank. She rolled her eyes in that teenage-exasperated-girl manner and scuttled to the back to fetch the bucket, affording me a great view of a bent over shaved teen pussy.
She grabbed the bucket in one hand and turned to bring it out, seeing me staring at her back end she blushed and lowered her head. The bucket made some healthy sloshing sounds. “Wow, did you try to fill that thing up?” I asked as she exited the tank.
She set the bucket down and stood waiting, eyes down. I walked over to a black box on the shelf. Unlatching the top, I opened it and checked out my pretty sweet new gadget. It looked like a fairly regular black ball gag, maybe a little larger than usual. One side of the ball had an LED and the other side of the ball had a well concealed nozzle. There was a small remote device, like something you would attach to your keychain to remotely open your car door. I flipped a switch on the back of the remote and the LED on the gag flashed red twice, and then stayed lit green. I turned sideways to look at her, and to palm the remote into my pocket. Her eyes were still down. I picked up the gag and had a finger over the led.
As I walked over to her, the closer I got, the faster her breathing became. “Relax, sweetheart, just be cool and do what I ask and you might get a day off of being a dick-sheath.” Her deep green eyes rose to meet mine. They were a little bloodshot from crying. “Lets get this gag in there and then I’ll take off that shock-collar. It’s got to be pretty itchy huh?” I played a good friend; the kindness threw her a bit.
“Now you’re going to have to open wide.” She complied and I brought the ball to rest inside her mouth. I lifted her hair up and buckled the strap secure behind her head. It took her a few panicked breaths before she figured out to breathe thru her nose. Then I removed the shock collar and let her hair fall back down. “There you go, you may scratch your neck if you’d like.” Her small hands slowly rose to rub at her neck.
I started in again with the good friend routine. “You know, I think I’m going to start trusting you a little more Ashley. You seem like a really sweet girl. Go ahead and grab your bucket and let’s head outside for a bit, ok?”
I let her go first up the steps and I stared hard at her small white ass. She was breathing heavy thru her nose by the time we got to the top. I brought a hand to rest on her hip and she flinched slightly. “Now now, we’re just going to head down the hallway and out back. Then you can empty that pail and wash it out.”
I pushed open the back door and her eyes squinched shut hard against the sun. She hadn’t seen sunlight for the past several days, nor any light for the past night and morning in the tank. I walked her over to the hose area and things started feeling wrong.
She eyed the hose, then eyed me, then eyed her bucket. In a quick motion I was almost half-expecting, she quickly threw all the piss in the bucket at me, splashing against my chest and up into my eyes. I dove to the ground, expecting the bucket next while I couldn’t see. As I hit the ground and slid a little, I clawed hard at my eyes to get the stinging urine out. She screamed and THEN threw the bucket at my head, knocking hard against my skull, then took off running. A little dazed, I fumbled for the remote with one hand and rubbed hard at my eyes with the other. Still unable to open my eyes, I listened. I heard her exhale a scream and anticipated the inhale. At surprisingly the right moment, I pressed the button on the remote and her hands flew to her throat and in 4 more paces she dropped hard to the ground.
I stood and used the hose to wash my face. Each gag had about four or five doses of a few different substances, all made to be inhalants and all rigged to the buttons on the remote. I started walking towards her, smelling strongly of urine. I unbuckled the gag so she wouldn’t choke and placed it in my pocket. Then I picked her up on my shoulders and walked her inside. Nearing the house, I glanced up to my window and saw the blinds flick close. Good. She had seen her friend run off and then drop for no reason. Who knows what it could be?! Ha!
I carried Ashley’s body down into the basement, set her down, and then rigged up her favorite doggie chair again. I buckled her in and did the whole routine, laying her back and spreading her legs, sliding her into the cage and setting up the dropper. I refilled the bottle, put the headphones on her and set up my computer. I went outside, got the dog, and then led it back down. The smart little bugger knew what was waiting for him down in the basement and his tale started wagging long before he reached the bottom of the stairs. I walked over and started the bell program and the dog rushed over to lap at the girl’s pussy. She would be out for another 20 minutes or so, but no matter, maybe it would still work subconsciously.
As I started up the steps, Tess walked into view in the doorway, short little skirt, gorgeous tits, and a coy smile. I reached the top of the steps and looked down at her; her smile never wavered as she stared at me. I gave her a quick, nose-wrinkled sniff, and walked to my room to shower, she followed. Peeling off my wet shirt, I flung it against a wall in irritation. What the fuck was that smile about? Like I couldn’t handle that little girl or something. She didn’t know I had PLANNED that… or something. Well it had crossed my mind, I wasn’t expecting her to show balls like that and take off running. Whatever, I needed a shower. I started the water spraying, and unbuttoned my pants. She walked past me, behind me, but I eyed her in the mirror. What was she playing at? I bent over and took off my shoes and socks, still keeping an eye on her. She bent over slightly and lowered the toilet seat lid, her skirt riding up her thighs to the top of her legs and the bottom bump of her gorgeous ass. Then, sitting delicately on top of the lid like a princess, she crossed her legs and looked at me again with that goddamned smile, like nothing was wrong and the world was all sunshine, unicorns and gummy bears.
Mmm, gummy bears. I realized I was hungry. I didn’t say a thing to her; I took my pants off and tossed them into a corner next to the laundry basket. I caught a quick, disapproving flinch in her face as she looked at the pants then back to me. What the fuck, was I on show now? I am not her personal stripper. But I’m not going to say anything, everything is fine and I’ve got it all under control. I lowered my boxer briefs and turned to look at her. I had no problem standing here naked with her looking at me. I’d fucked the shit out of her with this cock; she was well acquainted with it!
Whatever. I turned and walked into the shower. I grabbed the soap and a rag and scrubbed hard against the urine areas. In some areas my skin turned a bright pink from the scrubbing, but I had to get rid of that smell. That was just gross. I’d have to discipline that little cunt soon. This was an extra special disciplining that I’d have to think up. You don’t throw piss on someone, kidnapper or not! Gross! Maybe I’d piss on her? I scrubbed through my washing routine and slowly twirled around, letting the water wash off the soap and hopefully all the urine. I reached over and grabbed the shampoo bottle. Hmm, feels a little light. I tried to squeeze some out into my hand but the bottle was empty. Fuck… I thought I had at least half a bottle in here. I started to open my mouth to ask Tess for some shampoo-bottle-grabbing assistance but quickly stopped myself. Did she plan this? Did she empty my shampoo bottle so I’d ask her for help?
When did I become such a mental case?!? I am in control here. It doesn’t matter what she’s doing or what she did. Shampoo empty, problem. Find more shampoo, solution. I opened the door to the shower and glanced her way, she seemed to have a questioning look on her face, like she was waiting for something. Putting on my best “unaffected” airs I sniffed again and turned to the tub, looking for the shampoo there. It was placed at the edge of the tub closest to the shower. Not in the corner with the conditioner or the face scrub, no, it was placed right on the edge just waiting there for me. mmmHHMMM. I snatched up the shampoo, gritting my teeth a little and walked back into the shower… my sanctuary.
This girl was crazy man! Psycho mind-games and shit! Uhhh... well I did kidnap her and worse, but what the fuck. No. I’m still here, in control. How could she unseat the champ here? Not going to happen. I’ve got plenty of tricks up my sleeve for her and her little friend and… wait, quick check of the shampoo bottle. I looked around the outside for … I don’t know what… poison? I unscrewed the top and peeked inside. Dark. What was I expecting? I sniffed the opening casually. Yup, smells like shampoo. I wonder if she did anything to it? GAH! I’m driving myself crazy and she’s in the passenger seat telling me it’s just a little further till we get there!!!
I shampooed my hairs without incident. Turned off the water and stepped out, drying off. She was still there, still on her throne, still with that goddamned pretty fucking smile.
I walked into my room and dressed in fresh clothes, did my hair and spritzed on some new cologne. I turned and looked into the bathroom and she was still sitting high on her throne watching me. I cleared my throat and smiled back at her, “Tessie, get your shoes on, we’re going out for lunch and some new things.”
Her head cocked and she stared incredulous like I had spoken a foreign language to her. “Oh, we’ll make sure you’re a good girl, but let’s hurry, I’m hungry.” I tossed some strappy, hookerish looking shoes her way and headed downstairs.
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