Summer of 93 rsquo Nothing Compares To You Part VII
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Caught with Consequences Pt VII
By Teaser
If thug number one was big and stupid, then thug number two was big, and, well,
maybe, not quite as stupid. He eyed Debbie like a hawk. And not just her ass
either. He kept his distance from her. We had our hands up the whole time. That
meant one thing. Thug number one had recovered enough to scoop up what was left
of his balls, and limp home. He marched us over to the management area of the
building. I hadn't been over here often, so I was lost. I tried to steal a glance
at Debbie, to see if I could figure out what her plans were. But every time I
did, I got a friendly reminder to keep my eyes forward.
We finally ended up in the big boss' office, Ms. Benders herself. He ordered me
to knock three times then enter slowly. Which I did. Inside were Ms. Benders and
thug number one. He looked pissed. He had some sort of blue plastic thing on his
crotch. I assumed it was a cold pack. When he laid eyes on Debbie - you could see
steam coming out his ears.
"So, I see you found our little friends." Said Ms. Benders, dripping with
sarcasm. "I don't know what you and your friend are up to Deborah, but you're
digging a hole you may not be able to dig your way out of."
She was speaking directly to Debbie, barely acknowledging my presence. I wasn't
sure if that was good for me, or bad for Debbie.
Addressing her companions, she continued, "Do you think if I send both of you
this time, you could possibly keep these ladies out of my hair for the remainder
of this operation?"
She didn't appear to have a lot of respect for associates, and neither did we.
"Don't you worry about nothing, Boss." said thug number two. "There won't be
anymore problems with these broads. They're not gonna catch us off guard again."
Thug number one stood up with a wince. Looks like he still hadn't completely
recovered. He grabbed his gun from our guard and pointed it straight at Debbie.
"This way ladies." said the less stupid one.
He opened the door, and guided us out into the hall. They marched us back to the
center of the building, where all the various sections spread out. He had a
remote for the electrical locks, like I had in my purse, and pointed it at the
first lock he saw. It opened and in we all went. It turned out to be a LAN room,
where the networking equipment was stored.
While thug number two poked around the room, looking for who knows what, thug
number one just stared at Debbie from a safe distance. The first guy pulled out a
bunch of coils of cable. I recognized it immediately. They were blue and orange
rolls. The blue cables where Ethernet cables. Copper wire and insulation. The
orange were fiber optic cables. Glass, insulation and nylon cord to give it
strength.
"What do you think of these?" he asked his associate.
"They'll do. Here." He said handing his gun to less stupid guy. "If either one of
them move, shoot them."
He grabbed a few bundles and marched toward Debbie. My 'guard' ordered me to
'assume the position' with arms up leaning against the wall. He put the gun in my
back and pointed the other at Debbie.
Then he warned me, "Okay girlie, I've got my attention on your friend over there.
That means if I hear or see anything out of you I shoot first. And the only
question I ask later is are you dead yet. So don't laugh, don't cry, don't
sneeze, don't even breathe too loud."
My ears were wide open, but I couldn't hear much besides the sound of cables
being moved. After about ten or fifteen minutes I heard the really stupid one
shout.
"Okay, I'm done, you can tie that one up."
I felt the gun move from my back. Then I was ordered stand up straight and turn
around slowly. As I complied, my eyes locked on Debbie. Man, was she tied up. She
was sitting in a chair, if you could call it sitting. Her hands were tied
together, and so were her elbows. They actually touched. Her long, lovely, nylon
encased legs were bound at the ankles, above and below the knees, and again on
her upper thighs. Her arms were draped over the back of the chair. A cable ran
from her feet to her elbows, and was pulled so tight that her back was arched
viciously. More cables strapped her small frame to the chair. Still more were
looped around her head and mouth as a gag, which was in turn, tied to her elbows
causing her head to be pulled backwards in a nasty arc. It looked so strenuous
that I feared she must be in agony.
I felt my hands pulled behind my back, and cables being wrapped around my wrist.
More cables were used to tie my arms, at the elbows. There was no way my elbows
would touch; I wasn't nearly that flexible. Never the less, he did a good job of
trying. He took more cables and looped them around my chest, above and below my
fake tits. I looked down as he pulled the cables tight and noticed he tweaked the
nipple. I jumped a little, hoping he wouldn't realize they were latex. He smiled
a little, so I guess he bought it. Next he pulled a switchblade from his pocket
and flicked it open in my face. It had the desired effect, and I nearly fell over
as I jumped back. But his big hands kept me up right. He smiled an evil little
grin as he began cutting material from the hem of my dress. Altogether he cut
four strips, leaving me with an obscenely short micro miniskirt.
"Open wide, baby." He ordered.
When I did he shoved one wadded up strip and then another into my mouth. With the
third, he tied several knots in the middle, and positioned it in my mouth, and
tied very tightly behind my neck. This pushed the whole wad even deeper in my
mouth. I've never been gagged before, but this just had to be over kill. I felt
like I had a watermelon in my mouth. He took the final strip and wrapped it
around my head twice like an ace bandage tying it off behind my head. He reached
around and pinched my ass. I jumped and tried to shout, but all I heard was quiet
grunt. This guy knew his gags.
With this accomplished, he said "Down." and more or less forced me to the ground.
He crossed my ankles and began binding them. While he did, I watched Debbie and
her thug. He had ripped open Debbie's gauzy blouse, pulled her camisole up around
her neck and cut open her bra so her beautiful breasts were hanging out in plain
view. He had placed binder clips on her nipples. Binder clips are like heavy-duty
paper clips for holding large numbers of documents. I'd clipped them on people's
fingers before as practical jokes, and they could hurt. I couldn't imagine what
they must have been doing to her nipples.
He grabbed the clip on her right nipple and gave it a sharp tug. He continued to
pull until Debbie jumped. Then he took some more cable and tied her waist to the
chair. Then he grabbed the left one and gave it a violent twist. This caused her
feet and elbows to move just a little. Which he then secured with even more
cables. That sadistic bastard was torturing her nipples to find any slack in her
bonds. Lastly he grabbed both clips and gave them a yank. Debbie grunted out a
scream. All that moved were her fingers. The fucker sat that and smiled, so
pleased with himself. I swore that if I ever got half a chance I'd take him down
a few pegs.
My bound feet being folded up towards my ass brought me back to my own situation.
They were secured to my elbows with a cable. It was a tight hog tie, but not
unbearable. I felt a hand start sliding up and down the back of my thigh. This
asshole was molesting me.
He slid his hand up under what was left of my skirt and said, "Maybe we'll have
some fun when were finished here. Your friend is already spoken for, so it looks
like it's just you and me babe. But don't worry, I'm not as mean as my associate
is. He gets off on hurting women. Me, I hurt them too, but that's just because my
cock is so big. But don't worry, you'll get used to it soon enough. I haven't had
any complaints yet."
And then he gave my ass cheek a final squeeze and a slap.
"Are we done here?" he asked rising up off the floor.
His companion gave one last twist on Debbie's nipple clamp, and with a most
satisfying look said, "For now. They ain't going any where."
With that they left us to our bondage. I looked over to Debbie and tried to shout
to her, but little, if any, came out through my gag. That guy definitely knew how
to tie up a girl. Or in my case, a man dressed as a girl. Which reminded me of
what he said. I'd learn to enjoy his cock. Just great. What happens when he
learns I'm a man? I was in deep, deep, very deep shit. If so, then Debbie was
even worse. She looked in pain. Her body was pulled tight like a bow.
Occasionally, she would convulse a little. And every so often, a painful moan
would escape. She could wiggle her fingers, a little. But that was about the
extent of it.
I had to do something to help her. It was breaking my heart watching her endure
such pain. But what could I do? I was tied up pretty good myself. First thing I
tried was to just break out using my manly muscles. That got me nowhere. I
struggled as hard as I could for about fifteen minutes, pulling yanking, rolling
back and forth. All I got was hot and sweaty. Then I noticed I was getting an
erection. Or at least as much of one as I could in my latex panties. Which wasn't
much.
I was disgusted at myself. How could I possibly be turned on at a time like this?
What was I, a pervert? Then again, I guess I was. After all, I'm dressed like a
girl. The more I struggled, the hornier I became. After twenty minutes or so I
realized two things. First I wasn't going to struggle my way out of this. And
second, my cock and balls were being squeezed to death in these latex panties. If
I was going to get out of this, I needed to use my head. So I started groping
with my fingers to see what I could feel. All I felt was the cable tying my feet
to my elbows. The ties binding my wrists were too far up on my forearm for me to
reach with my fingers.
I could tell by the feel, it was a blue Ethernet cable. Which was good, since I'd
never be able to break through the nylon strands in an orange fiber optic cable.
I stopped for a second to think, 'Man these guys are stupid. If this was supposed
to be a secret capper, how the hell were they going to explain the loss of about
$5,000 worth of fiber optic cable?'
Then I remembered what Debbie said. Rule number seventy something. Don't
underestimate your opponents. Anyways, I went back to feeling my way around back
there. If I pulled the cable hard enough, I could reach my feet. It hurt
somewhat, since I'm not very limber. But I didn't care; I needed to get free. So
I hoisted my legs up as far as I could and I felt around for knots.
After much searching, I found the knot that held my feet in the hog tie. It was a
good knot. That is, it would be a good knot if the RJ-45 jack (the plastic tip
that looks like a standard phone jack) on the end of the cable was as strong as
my bondsman must have thought it was. But it wasn't. See, from what I could feel,
the connector was used as the base of the knot. As long s it held, so would the
knot. But the connector is only strong enough to hold the cable in the computer.
Apparently he didn't know that. But I did. If I was lucky, I could work it off
the cable, and then undo the knot from that end.
After about five minutes of twisting and bending, I heard a satisfying 'plink' as
it came loose and bounced along the floor. Success! Next step was to push the now
'free' end of the cable through the knot. With much swearing and sweating I got
it through the knot! From there it was easy to unravel the rest.
In no time I was out of the hog tie. It felt great to stretch my knees for the
first time in half an hour. I looked over at Debbie and, of course, she still
hadn't moved. Her hands were clenched into fists, and her knuckles were white
from the strain. I felt terrible for her. But at least I was making some
progress. I rolled over on my back and sat up as best I could. My knees were
spread, as he'd crossed my ankles when binding me. That gave me some stability. I
surveyed the room to see if I could find anything to work with. What a stroke of
luck! There on a workbench was a brown suitcase. It looked like one of our
toolboxes. If it was, then there was bound to be wire cutters in it. I scooted
across the floor on my ass towards the table. What do you know - another reason
to wear pantyhose. Great for sliding your ass along smooth floors.
I made it over to the table easy enough. But how to get up on top of the bench?
There was only one way I could think of, and it would hurt like hell. I'd need to
twist my feet in the cables in such a manor so that I could stand flat-footed and
rise up. I prayed there was enough slack in the cables so as not to break my
ankles. I bit the bullet and straightened my knees. I saw flashes of white light
as the cable cut viciously into my skin. I gritted my teeth and pushed harder
with my legs. I managed to get up about half way before my ankles gave out, and I
landed with a thud on the bench.
I made it about half way; my upper torso was on it. I spent a few minutes
catching my breath before continuing. I wondered if my ankles were bleeding. I
pushed with one foot and managed to get most of the rest of my chest on the
table. I think my boobs actually helped, they seemed to give me a little more
traction. I braced myself for one final push and found myself mostly on the
table.
This was turning out to be a major effort. I was sore, sticky, dripping with
sweat. I was out of breath. My arms hurt terrible from the strain of all these
bindings, and my ankles were on fire. But I kept on going. I rolled over in one
giant effort and found myself sitting on the table. I worked my way over till my
hands could reach the toolbox. I flipped the latches and preyed it wasn't locked.
It wasn't.
I shoved the whole thing off the table and watched the contents scatter across
the floor as the top flew open. I looked around located a pair of wire cutters
had landed close by. Now the problem was how to get down off the table. I tried
to slide down as slowly, and as gracefully as I could. I made it about a third of
the way down, when I lost my balance and came crashing down, landing on my side.
The ensuing thud caused the bump in the back of my head to go off. Great, just
what I needed, a migraine. I laid there for a few minutes in agony. I was in such
a state, I thought about giving up. Seriously. Just lying there, going to sleep
and hoping I'd wake up home, in bed.
But part of me wouldn't quit. It just kept screaming at me. 'Get up asshole and
get to work. There's plenty of time for sleeping later.'
So I went back to work. I rolled over to were the cutters landed. Once I got
them, I knew I could easily work them in one hand, behind my back. You get that
way after a stringing a few thousand feet of this stuff.
I pulled my feet up behind me as far as I could and started cutting any cables I
could reach. After about three cuts, I felt the cables fall away and my feet were
free. It felt wonderful. I worked the kinks out of my muscles, popped my knee
joints a few times and enjoyed what little freedom I had. On very shaky feet, I
stood up and walked over to Debbie. I noticed my ankles weren't bleeding after
all, but I had deep rope burns in them.
When I got there, I rubbed my cheek against Debbie's. Her eyes popped open and
she looked at me with her pain filled baby blues. She grunted some more and her
fingers flailed. But that was all the movement she could muster. I stood back up
and studied her bonds. Then turned around and tried to feel with my free hand,
what I just saw. I started clipping every cable I could find. After about ten
cuts I heard a huge grunt as the strain on her back was relieved. She slumped
forward, but was still bound tightly.
I surveyed her bonds again and then went back to cutting. In a few minutes, her
arms were free. I walked around front of her, to hand her the cutters, so she
could do me and her legs. But instead she reached out grabbed me in a bear hug.
As if I wasn't horny enough, this was just pure torture. I wanted to hug her
back, but couldn't I was still tied in several cables. She hung on to me like
there was no tomorrow. I tried to tell her we really needed to get the hell out
of this place, but she just held on, rocking back and forth gently.
After an eternity, she pushed me back slightly and looked longingly into my eyes.
"Thank you." she said.
I grunted some more and turned around to show her I still had the cutters. In a
few minutes we were both free.
We both looked like hell. Runs in our pantyhose. Her shirt was ripped. She took
off what was left of it, and her bra. Now I watched as her tits bounce freely
with every movement. This was all just too much. The deeper this hole got, the
hornier it was making me.
"Now let's get the hell out of here." she said.
"We haven't finished yet." I replied.
"What are you nuts? Do you like the idea of sucking that guys dick?"
"No, not really. But we still haven't finished up the logging stuff."
"Forget about it." She told me. "It's not worth it."
"Debbie, when those goons come back for us, and we're not here, do you honestly
think they'll just give up and forget about us? No they'll come looking for both
of us, where ever we are."
She thought for a moment then added, "But they don't know who you are."
"No." I replied "But they do know who you are and Ms. Benders knows where you
live. The only way we'll get out of this alive is to take them out - one way or
another."
She looked thoughtfully at me and said, "You'd stay and help me out of this,
after all you just been through?"
"For you - yes."
For that answer I got a kiss. Full fledged, over the top, tonsil hockey, deep
throat kiss.
Finally I broke the kiss and said, "We've got to get a move on. Those ogres did
us a favor; we're right over by the firewall LAN room."
We adjusted our clothes as best we could, what was left of them. My dress looked
more like a tunic. I had three huge runs in my hose. Deep rope burns on my
ankles. Debbie wiped off most of the ruined makeup from face, saved what she
could. Then added a little more - to protect my identity in case we ran into
anyone.
Once done, we headed for the door. There was no window, as it's a LAN closet, so
she opened the door a crack and peered out.
"Left." I whispered, indicating the direction we needed to head.
We crouched and dashed out, again carrying our heels. We were half way down the
hall when I pointed out the room. Damn! Another electrical combination lock. I
told her to wait while I ran through the plan in my head one last time.
"Do you still have your cell phone?" She nodded yes. "Good, when we get in, call
your friend at the office and tell them the data should be coming any minute.
Then give them the name and maker of your phone. Tell them to look up the
frequency and if we don't call back in twenty minutes, we're in trouble. Ask them
to locate us by tracking the phone's frequency if they can. We'll leave it on."
She nodded affirmatively again. We again donned our heels, leaving our hands free
to work.
I pushed all but the last number into the lock.
"One, two, THREE!" I pushed the last number and together we dashed in.
She flipped open the phone and began dialing. I sat down and logged into the
computer. I wrote a quick and dirty little program to send the logs, if any, to
the router in my office. Then I turned on logging and watched for a few seconds.
Holy shit - it looked like it was working.
I watched the file fill up, and then get cleared as the data was transmitted to
the router in my office. Now if everything else was working, they should be
getting it.
Debbie, still on the phone, asked me "Anything else?"
"Yes, ask them if they're getting any data."
Debbie spoke into the phone again as I finished up. I deleted all user accounts
on the system, so they wouldn't be able to log in to see what was happening. I
figured it might buy us a few more minutes.
"It works! It works! They're getting data!" She said excitedly.
"Good - now let's get the hell out of here." I said grabbing her arm and yanking
her towards the door.
"Remember to leave the phone on." I shouted as we dashed off.
We hadn't gotten more than a hundred yards when we saw goon number one heading
straight towards us at a dead run. It hadn't taken them much time at all to
figure out something was up and we were on the loose. Debbie halted, and almost
yanked me off my feet.
"This way." She said pulling me like a rag doll.
Wow, was she strong.
We dashed off in another direction and got maybe fifty yards before we saw goon
number two, and apparently goon number three. They were cornering us, and I
wasn't sure we could get past them. After another five minutes of running in
circles, we were surrounded. There turned out to be five goons altogether. Plus
Ms. Benders, the goonette. We stood a chance against the moron twins, but not
five of them.
They marched us back down a hallway, and into a computer room I didn't know
anything about - which was strange. It was my job to know about all the computers
in this building. Here we got to meet goon number six. He wasn't very goonie, a
computer geek like me. He was typing madly, trying to figure out what we'd done.
I couldn't tell if he was making any progress.
After several minutes, with guns pointed firmly in our backs Ms. Benders said,
"Just what the fuck did you two do?"
She was pissed, and she was done playing games. We both remained silent.
She bent over the shoulder of computer goon and yelled at him, "What the fuck did
they do."
"Beats the hell out of me, something's going on, that much I know for sure. But I
can't tell. Maybe who ever designed this network could figure it out, but not
me."
The color drained from my face.
"Then what the fuck am I paying you so much money for?" she demanded.
"Because we're breaking the law, that's why. That and your muscles over there are
as dumb as a bag of hammers." he said pointing over his shoulders at the rest of
the squad.
None of them seemed too happy at the insult, but no one made a move towards him.
I wondered if they were a team of professionals, who did this for a living. If so
they weren't very good at it.
"Well then, we'll just have to get the architect in here. We'll figure out what
to do with him later."
She pulled a cell phone and a list of numbers from her purse. Now I was getting
really scared. I wondered if my legs would hold me. She punched in some numbers,
then some more, then she closed the phone and deposited it back in her purse.
There were ten, maybe twenty seconds when I seriously thought of throwing up.
Then it happened. My pager went off.
Every eye in the room looked at my purse then me. Ms. Benders walked slowly up,
studying me carefully. She took my purse and opened it up. She pulled out the
remote lock controller and literally threw it at thug number one. He put up his
hands to block it and it bounced off them, hitting the floor. It broke into a
hundred or so pieces. In all the silence, the cracking of the plastic was
deafening. Then she pulled out my pager, and read it silently.
She looked at me very carefully again. Then she said, "My God - it is you."
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