by Tyler Knotts
I have to get something off my chest. I’m dying. I’m laying here all alone, on my deathbed. I’m talking into this recorder, but I have no illusion that anyone will ever hear this story. I’ve got some kind of disease that seemingly has no cure. It’s mostly undetectable except that the symptoms appear no more serious than a common cold when I visit the doctor. At first I thought I contracted something from that crazy bitch Cary, but I’ve learned since that the guys responsible for all this can manipulate the illness somehow and could use it to kill me at any time. I guess it’s time.
Cary got the final revenge, and part of me feels like she knows it. I’m going to set out the whole story as a confession. I don’t believe in God so much, but if there’s anything to all that maybe this speech can help me out a little.
Cary was like a lovesick puppy. The chick worshipped me. She was looking for love and acceptance but was willing to substitute sex for both. She was a cute girl-next-door type: 5’6”, a full C-cup, shoulder-length blond hair, an OK face but a really great ass. I used to love ambushing that ass as she got out of the shower. I’d pin her from behind and fuck the shit out of her, after which she’d take another shower…and I’d promptly shanghai her pussy again!
I always knew Cary was kind of a lost soul, and I always exploited that. She rarely smiled and never got much excitement out of life. At the same time she was very manipulative and played mind games when she felt like she could get away with them. For instance, I’d catch her staring at me with this completely detached expression on her face. Sometimes I’d return her stare and she’d squint intensely, trying to barrel into my soul with her eyes. Her expression was one of malice, suspicion, and accusation and I had to yell at her to make her stop. One time I smacker her; she glared even harder for a moment before looking away. I always called her Scary Cary and she hated it. I didn’t give a shit.
Cary was a crazy drunk. There was no telling what she would do after she got a little loaded…so I made it a point to get her as drunk as possible as quickly as possible. I really only ever wanted one thing from her and I knew how to get it. She did not like B&D but was very meek and always obeyed me. She had to; she knew I’d dump her ass and she’d be alone again. That seemed to terrify her and I used it against her to get what I wanted more than once. I know that terrible loneliness myself now, and it’s paralyzing. My only friend in the world right now is this damn Sony voice-recorder.
OK, so here I go again. Let me say this first off: the girl was brilliant. Cary had a very high-security job as a programmer and systems analyst and very much feared me taking pictures of her in compromising positions. Her fear was not just of losing a job or a clearance. She always seemed to have a fear of the people she worked for, as it turns out with good reason. I didn’t give a shit. My sole interest in Cary was sex. Specifically I liked tying her up and nailing her. I often took pictures of her bound in various positions, blurred out her face, and posted them on a little website I used to run. You’ve probably seen her a few times. Lots of other sites copied the pictures and used them. It doesn’t matter.
Anyway one afternoon I was contacted by a man who claimed to be her superior. He said he had a proposition for me and wanted to meet and discuss it. He said that it would be worth my while, and less-than-subtly hinted that I would speak to him one way or another. He suggested some place very public and very loud, like the bar that I did some side work for. A friend of mine managed this joint and I set up sound and surveillance video for him. I figured if nothing else, I’d have video record of my meeting with this asshole and he couldn’t give me too much shit. Boy was I wrong. Anyway, Cary’s boss knew all about the place, and we met there a few days later.
He showed up and we took a small table in the back. He gave me a small earpiece and what appeared to be a business card. It tuned out to be a microphone. The place was loud as hell but I could hear him as clear as a bell. I know a little bit about electronics and all the stuff he showed me was cutting edge. I made an attempt to sort of break the ice, but he jumped straight to the point.
He said that he needed some code from Cary but was unwilling to take the necessary steps to dispose of her because of her precautions. “From what I’ve found out about you, I thought I’d give you a once in a lifetime opportunity”, he said from behind a pitcher of beer. He slid a small vile of powder across to me very nonchalantly. “This substance will make her more suggestible”. I studied him closely and got a real strong feeling that I should keep playing along. “What should I mix this in?” I asked him. “You could put it in a fuckin’ high school meatloaf and it’d still work. The shit is almost failsafe” he replied while scanning the room. “What do I say to her after she’s drugged?” I asked. “Force her to tell you where the alternate code for the Meridian Project is” he said. “Then make her tell you exactly what precautions she’s taken to cover herself”. “What’s in this for me?” was all I could think to say. “I’ll be your bestest buddy” he said without even grinning. “What happens if I decline your offer?” I asked. “What do you think?” he replied, before staring me down.
He gave me a method to contact him at any time…a sort of beeper looking thing. “Just push that button and I’ll come a-callin’” he said, trying to be funny…I guess. He must have detected my concern and said, ”You don’t have to be afraid of us. We’re the US government. We don’t hurt our friends”. The dude actually said this with a straight face. I felt my body temperature drop about 20 degrees.
We parted ways and I thought about what had just happened. I was tossing things around in my head on the drive home and finally figured that my best bet would be to race home, throw some shit in a suitcase and get the fuck outta Dodge. Just then my cell-phone rang. “I’ll be expecting your call soon” was all he said. Needless to say I reconsidered my plan.
I sat around all night stressing out about how to pull this off. I’d forced Cary to do plenty of stuff against her will in the past, but it was always for my gratification. I decided that if this was gonna go down, I should make it as crazy as possible. I started getting my bondage gear ready for when Cary came over after work.
When she got here I was already half drunk. She came in and found me watching TV and seemingly relaxed. “How are you? I haven’t seen you for a couple of days” she asked as she closed the door and put her things down. “Take off all your clothes, put on your black leather kneehighs, and go into the side room” I said, without even looking away from the TV. She could tell by my tone that I wasn’t in the mood to fuck around and sort of meekly replied “OK”.
Cary came in to the room where we played most of our bondage games. I usually kept bondage out of the bedroom because I like my privacy, and never really got used to literally sleeping with chicks. Sometimes I’d tie Cary up in the side room and leave her there for the better part of the weekend, only coming in every now and then to give her some water. I’d carry her to the bathroom only after her tearful begging. I’d rarely feed her when I was in one of those moods, and I was definitely in a mood now.
She looked pretty hot in just those black boots. I’d already set out a few drinks and told her to take one of the wine coolers off the table. “I don’t really feel like drinking right now” she said, testing me. “Can’t we just make love?” I stared directly into her eyes and responded, “Shut the fuck up and drink. I’m going to make you do things to yourself, and when I’m bored with just watching…I’m gonna tie you up and screw you until I passout”. She started to object, then suddenly thought better of it and picked up the bottle.
Cary was pretty loaded after one drink. She never could handle the stuff. I’d already poured the drugs into a bottle of Barcardi Silver and kept it on standby. Cary started to loosen up pretty well and was sort of giddy and swaying. “Rub your tits and twot, and talk dirty to me, baby” I commanded. She gave me kind of a bashful smile and did as she was told. She worked herself up pretty good and got plenty wet where it mattered. “Pick
up the vibrator and get to work. Don’t cum though; I’ll beat your ass if you do”. Cary grabbed the pocket-rocket and really got off on it. She was breathing really heavy and moaning like a champ when I stopped her. “That was very cool” I said, encouraging her. “Now oil-up that butt-plug and ease it in. Turn around and bend way over when you do it so I get a good look”. Cary kind of frowned but the alcohol was really kicking in and she would have done anything for me right then. That’s goddamn ironic…and depressing looking back now. She eased the plug in nice and slow and exhaled and satisfied “ahhh” when it slid home. “Now that wasn’t so tough, was it?” I said, kind of mockingly. She sort of half laughed between really deep breaths. I was really getting off on this and started to hit my stride. “Come over here and sit on my lap” I said.
Cary gingerly positioned herself, being careful of the butt-plug. I rewarded her with a light kiss on the lips. “You’re not finished just yet” I said. I reached down into the basket next to my chair and pulled out a small breast pump. “Here you go, let’s see what you can do with this”. Cary took the pump and applied it to her right nipple. She started squeezing away and gyrating on my lap. It seemed we were both enjoying this little twist quite a bit! I stopped her after a little while, but I have to tell you I could have watched her grind and pant all night.
“OK, now comes the really fun stuff” I said, but was starting to crash a little from all the stress (not to mention the beers) before Cary got there. “Do you have to tie me up this time?” she asked with pleading eyes. “You’ve been kinda rough the last couple of times”. “I’m gonna do shit to you that you could never imagine” was my witty reply. If she only knew.
I told her to drink the bottle of Barcardi that was sitting on the table. I guess she realized she was in for a tough time so she practically chugged the damn thing. She started getting more playful in just a few minutes and I couldn’t tell if the drug had started kicking in. I figured I’d better have my fun with Cary before that shit took over. I had no idea what was going to happen, but I wanted to make sure I could nail her a time or two before she spaced out.
I had Cary place her hands behind her back and I cuffed her tightly. “Ow!” she yelped, “not so tight!” I gave her a nice whack on the ass for good measure. Next I opened a can of chocolate icing that I had sitting out and decorated both of her nipples quite nicely I don’t mind saying. I licked and sucked and slurped on her tits while fingering her snatch with my right hand. My left hand was busy messing with the butt-plug that was still
buried in Cary’s ass. I had quite a sugar rush going from all the icing and we were both feeling pretty exhilarated. I had a nice hard-on too so I dropped my pants and started rolling my Johnson around inside the can of icing. I coated it real nicely and then asked Cary, “How ‘bout a chocolate dick-cicle baby?”. She stared at the doubly delicious treat then sank to her knees and went at it. I exploded inside her mouth but she kept sucking for a few more moments to make sure she got all the tasty icing off. What a rush! If you’ve never tried this before I highly recommend it. My gift to you.
I sank back onto a small cot that I kept in the room. Cary tried to lay down next to me but I wanted to put her through her paces. I told her to go walk on the treadmill until I was ready for her again. She started to protest but I grabbed a patch of cunt hair and gave it a good tug. She squealed and jumped back quickly. “Do it!” I commanded again. Cary walked across the room and turned the machine on using her nose. She stepped
onto the track as the treadmill finished its warning beeps. I propped up my head on a few pillows and watched her. Cary looked pretty damn hot handcuffed and walking on the treadmill in nothing but her high-heeled black leather kneehigh boots!
After about fifteen minutes or so Cary asked pitifully, “Can I stop now? I don’t feel very well”. I suddenly snapped back to reality and realized the drugs must be taking over. I got up from the cot and walked over to switch off the treadmill. “Thanks” she said gratefully. “I really have to pee, and I’m feeling kinda queasy”. I nodded at the bucket sitting near the corner. She groaned and said, “Can you please take off the handcuffs? They’re too tight”. I guess my blinks told her that wouldn’t be happening. Cary squatted over the bucket and let it rip. I always got off watching her piss into a bucket. It’s not for everyone, just us connoisseurs. I was working on a nice new stiffy by the time she finished. I grabbed my basket of goodies and sat down on our ‘sex seat’. I pulled Cary on top of me and settled her onto my erect penis facing me. She nearly slumped over on top of me but I pushed her back and took a good look in her eyes. They were pretty damned glassy looking alright and I knew I had to get the information out of her soon.
“Giddyup!” I exclaimed and Cary started riding up and down on my cock. “That’s great” I said. “Keep it up”. “Now then, are you ready to play a little Truth or Consequences?” I asked. Cary just sort of groaned a little. I grabber her hair and pulled her head back sharply. “Yessss!! Stop!” she yelled in response. “That’s better” I said, pleased with her reaction to the ‘truth serum’ I’d administered. “I’m going to ask you a couple of questions. If I like your answers I’ll be very happy…and you want me to be happy, right?” “Please don’t hurt me” she whimpered. “You’re mean to me”. “You answer my questions and we’ll get along just fine baby” I shot back.
Cary was gyrating away and that, combined with her rising level of fear, really had me going! “First, why did you steal my DVDs last week?”. “I took them because…” she began to reply and stopped, almost shocked that she was answering. “Keep going” I demanded. “They were bondage DVDs, and I didn’t want you getting any ideas”. “I’ve got plenty of ideas without watching DVDs” I said and then grabbed both nipples and practically lifted Cary up off of me. “Owww! Stop! You said you wouldn’t hurt me!” She was in complete agony. “No I didn’t. You asked me not to hurt you, I didn’t say I wouldn’t. Those DVDs were expensive and I’m gonna take it outta your twot!” I yelled. I released her after a few moments of pained twitching. “At least you were honest” I said, really interested at what her reply would be. “Yeah, I..I..felt like I had to tell you” she said. Clearly that drug was pretty damn crazy shit.
I felt the time was right to put the big question to her and get the answer one way or another. As it turned out, I didn’t have to worry. “Now for the big one” I began. “Where did you hide the code from the Meridian Project and what plans did you make to keep it safe?”. Immediately her eyes went wide with confusion and terror. She tried to resist but was chemically compelled to admit the truth. “I..I don’t know…” she hesitated. “Come on” I strained “you know what I’m talking about…tell me!” Cary started to glaze over but I started pinching her tender nipples again and damned if she didn’t start rattling off the answers. “I made ten copies on disk and put them in the bondage DVD cases that I took. They’ve been in your garage all along. I didn’t tell anyone about what I did, or about the project. I was too ashamed. Meridian is the NSA’s plan for releasing computer viruses to wipe out e-commerce and banks and even the stock market”. Cary said all this in a HAL-like voice, completely detached from reality.
‘Wow, what the fuck’ echoed in my head. I was clearly in way too deep here. “Good girl” I complemented her. “Now then, we have to finish up here and then I got some business to take care of”. “Please let me go” Cary pleaded. “I’m in really big trouble…why did I say all that?” she questioned. While Cary was distracted I reached down into the basket next to the chair and pulled out a nice juicy ballgag for her. “Open wide baby” I commanded. “No! Please don’t! I don’t…” I pinched off her nose with one hand and shoved the ballgag home with the other. Cary fought back the best she could but she was in no shape to resist. I started her pumping up and down on top of me and played a little breath-control by pinching her nostrils closed every now and then as the fuckfest went on. Cary was crying and drooling and sweating and she finally creamed all over me. I exploded inside her and she passed out and slumped over on top of me.
I hooked my hands under Cary’s ass-cheeks, pushed her legs around behind my waist and picked her up and laid her across the cot. The chick was out like a light but otherwise seemed ok. I pulled out another pair of cuffs and secured her booted feet to the cot while I went and cleaned myself up.
I went out to the garage and went through a couple of boxes on the shelf. Sure enough, I found the DVD cases and opened them up to find unmarked discs inside. I took the beeper-thingy that asshole left me out of my pants pocket and pressed the single button. That fucker was prompt if nothing else because my cell rang just a couple of minutes later. “Did you find out the information I asked about?” came that creepy voice through the phone. “Uh-huh” I snorted, trying to sound tough. “And do you know the whereabouts of the material, and all the details?” he continued. “I’ve got the items you asked for with me, and there won’t be a problem with any other complications” I stated confidently. “Good job! We should meet and celebrate…and bring our friend with you” he said. “Where to?” I asked. “Oh, I’ll be driving by your place in about twenty minutes. You can just follow me”. The phone cut off after that and I sprang back into action.
I went back into the playroom and found Cary sound asleep. Goddamn she looked hot all cuffed and gagged! I took out some leather straps and unlocked the ankle-cuffs. I couldn’t resist and started running my finger up and down her pussy, just to see how out she really was. Cary moaned a few times and sort of rolled around a bit. I decided to give her a little extra thrill for the ride and eased a nice, fat dildo into her glory hole. I strapped her knees and thighs together tightly and then locked the ankle-cuffs back onto her booted legs. I pulled Cary to the side of the cot and stood her up. She came to a little just then and I said to her, “We’re going for a little ride”. I let her slump over towards me and soon had her in an over-the-shoulder carry. I carried her into the garage and laid her in the trunk of the car. I couldn’t take any chances of being seen with a knocked-out, tied up chick in the car with me. I grabbed the DVDs off the shelf in the garage and put them in a box in the trunk as well. I opened the garage door and sure enough, ‘G. Gordon’ was sitting there waiting for me. We made brief eye contact and I started up the car and backed out to follow him.
We drove for about thirty minutes to a relatively secluded area just outside of town. He pulled off the main highway onto a dirt road and drove for another mile or so. He eased over at the first wide spot and I drove up beside his car and stopped. I hit the trunk release and got out of the car. “Where’s the stuff?” he asked, not wasting any time. “In a box here in the trunk” I replied. “Where’s the girl?” he continued. “I thought I’d shove her in the glovebox asshole, where do you think?” I popped-off, and regretted it. He gave a brief laugh and suddenly punched me in the left ear; I never even saw him move! I howled in pain and cupped my hands over my battered ear. “One guess where the next one’s going jackoff” he stated, coldly.
I flung the trunk lid open, exposing the box, and Cary laying there totally subdued. “Looks like you really know how to have fun” he complimented me…I think. “What about any precautions she may have taken?” he asked. “She said these were all the copies she made and that she didn’t tell anyone what she did. She said she was too ashamed” I replied, not volunteering anything more. “Did she tell you what Meridian is?” he asked pointedly. “Nope” I lied, “and I didn’t ask”. He studied me for several moments and finally said, “OK. No big deal. It doesn’t really matter anyway”. Needless to say, his response scared the shit out of me. He broke the silence with a laugh and said, “Oh don’t piss your pants. I’m not going to shoot you…yet! Civilians! You really
deserve a medal or something. You’ve done a great service for your country. Got any parking tickets you need fixed?” I guess he was joking. “But seriously, this girl was a traitor to her country. She should be shot, but we’ll handle her a different way”.
I was totally confused and asked how he was going to ‘handle’ Cary. “Oh what the fuck” he said. “I’m in a good mood for getting this shit back. We have an arrangement with a fellow south of the border. I’m going to sell her to him”. “What the fuck do you mean ‘sell her to him’!” I exclaimed. “I mean we supply him with girls and he turns them out to his clients…or something like that. It’s just a rumor of course” he chuckled. I freaked
out. “I figured you’ve give her some more drugs to wipe her memory or something! I figured we’d both get a…a fresh start or something!”. “You watch too much scifi asshole” he laughed. “We have some good shit, but our ‘memory wipey-outey’ pills aren’t quite ready yet”. “What about me?” I asked selfishly. I figured if Cary was
finished I had to save my ass. “What about you?” he replied. “I mean, what do I do now?” I asked. “Go home, have a beer, watch the game, spank your monkey, call your boyfriend and make crazy man-love all night. I don’t give a fuck what you do”. “So that’s it” I asked. “Just go home, like nothing ever happened?”. “Go home, like nothing ever happened, but first throw that bitch in the trunk. After that we don’t ever have to meet again”. Jesus, this motherfucker was creepy.
I pulled Cary up out of my car and carried her over to his. She started weeping and sniffling beneath her gag. “Well baby, it’s been real” I said. She looked away and I laid her into the trunk of his car. He stepped over and said to her, “I’ve waited a long time for this day you little slut. You’re in for a rough time because of what you’ve done”. He slammed the trunk closed and got in the car and pulled out.
I stood around for a few minutes with my mouth hanging open, trying to figure out what the fuck just happened. I finally snapped out of it and jumped in my car and took off. I think I was doing about ninety when my phone rang to bring me back to reality. It was him. “Look” he started, “sorry about all that tough-guy stuff back there. I have a reputation to protect you know. Take a look at your bank account when you get back.
I’m sure you’ll be surprised”. The phone went dead. I was surprised. They left me fifty bucks, those motherfuckers!
Not long after I started feeling sick quite a bit of the time. I went to the doctor a few times but he couldn’t find anything wrong. I came back home after one appointment and found a message on my machine. “Don’t go to the doctor any more. They can’t help you” was all it said. Over the next few days I just started wasting away, and I started spending most of my time in bed.
As I lay here earlier today the phone rang. I didn’t really have the strength to listen to one more goddamn telemarketer so I let the machine pick up. “I just wanted to let you know that your country thanks you for your service. I hope you understand that these steps were necessary to ensure ultimate success. In addition to helping her be more forthcoming, the drugs you administered to our friend were specifically engineered to react with your DNA and create this illness that will ultimately lead to your death. We had to remove the both of you, as I’m sure you understand. We felt that we owed you this much, and again your country thanks you.” The line went dead after that, and soon, so will I. I’m so fuckin’ tired.
