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Caught with Consequences Pt VIII By Teaser "Are you trying to tell me that this woman is your network architect?" the computer thug said with a hint of doubt in his voice. I guess he never heard of Women's Lib. "No." she said very slowly, as if talking to a moron, which I guess she was. "I'm saying this gentleman here is my network architect." On that last comment, everyone's eyes locked on me. Thug number two, who promised me I'd just love his dick, looked furious. He stormed over to me. He stood about an inch from my face, studying me closely. Too closely. His beady little eyes trying to penetrate my disguise. While he slowly figured what was up, I could picture the gears slowly cranking in his head. "Why you goddamn fucking ferry - you wanted to suck my dick!" I was stunned. I didn't expect to him to go ballistic, but he did. I also failed to remember ever saying I wanted to suck his dick. The way I remember it, I was trussed up like a Christmas turkey with an apple in my mouth. He pulled back his meaty fist and let it fly. It was one of those punches that starts way out in the Midwest. Somewhere around Lake Woebegone, on the edge of the prairie. It came rolling across the middle Mississippi Valley, picking up steam. It reached fourth gear as it plowed through Indiana and Ohio. By the time it hit Pittsburgh, it was approaching the sound barrier. It continued to Interstate 81 heading north to Scranton, Pa. When it hung a right towards New York City it was approaching the speed of light. WHAM! Right in the gut. I felt my feet leave the ground. I was held there, aloft for a moment, suspended in time. It didn't hurt - yet. So I was still aware of what was going on around me. As I dropped to the floor, he spit on me - the asshole. Then the pain started. My ears began to ring. My vision got blurry, then went tunnel. I found couldn't breathe. Have you ever not been able to breathe? I mean really not breathe? I don't mean hold your breath, I mean not be able to catch your breath. It can cause panic. Real panic. He knocked the wind out of me - I couldn't catch my breath. I was becoming dizzy and was beginning to think this may be the end. I gasped, I coughed, I hacked - nothing. Just empty gasps from a pain filled gut. Finally, after a time - I'm not sure how long, I was able, little by little, to get small amounts of air in. I don't know how long I struggled before I caught enough breath to regain at least at least partial control of myself. As my eyes came into focus, I realized I was still on the floor, propped up on one arm, the other clutching my stomach. There was a pool of drool on the floor beneath me, and threads of phlegm dripping from my lips. My face was streaked with tears. I was a mess. I glanced over to Debbie. She looked very scared. But not for herself. I think she was terrified for me. One of the thugs had her in a vicious hammerlock, with a gun shoved in her throat. I knew I couldn't stand, so I didn't even try. Every muscle in my body ached. I was done. I'd give them the key to the Enigma Machine if they wanted it. I looked up and Ms. Benders was standing over me, along with the asshole that just shoved my stomach up in to my throat and rattled it around for a while. "Welcome back, darling." I hated the sarcasm in her voice. Not that I was in a position to do anything about it. "Now would you be so kind as to inform my associate as to what exactly you did to my network?" She was referring to the techno-thug, but I kept my eye on the bastard who spit on me. I guess I didn't answer fast enough, even though I doubted I could talk, because his fat, greasy hand reached out and grabbed me by the throat. He picked me up easily in one hand and ran over to the wall, body slamming me against it. Wham! Another shot that rattled my teeth. "Easy, he's of no use to us dead. At least not yet." As unsettling as that was to hear, what stuck out in my mind, was just how long it had been since I was referred to as a male. The ape looked at her, looked at me with disgust, back at her, back at me. I guess it takes a while for the two or three brain cells he possessed to get it together. Finally, just as I was about to pass out from lack of air, he dropped me. I fell about two feet, hard. I landed on my heels. My knees buckled, and I hit the ground. I lay there, yet again, grasping for breath. "So, tell me what you did before I my friend here break each and every one of your fingers." She was serious. She was always serious. The bitch. I hate managers. "I turned logging back on, on the firewall." I managed to gasp out. "Well," exclaimed the techno-thug, "that's easy enough to fix, I'll just delete the logs. I guess you're not very bright!" He eyed me with a look of pride, as if I was no match for his genius. "Can't." I grunted out. "Logs aren't on the box. Wouldn't be too bright of me to leave them there." I gasped for breath. I was exhausted. But I still couldn't help giving him a shot. "Well where are they?" he yelled at me. I waited a few more moments catching my breath. I remembered rule number 78, don't do anything to prevent them from underestimating you. And after the way I'd been tossed around, they pretty much had me pegged as finished. So I let them think it. Of course, right about now - so did I. "They're being sent to a wireless router." "Well then I'll just kill the job - you idiot." Again he smirked at me. "Can't." I gasped out again. "I deleted all the accounts. You'll have to rebuild the machine to regain access." Now he was getting pissed. I didn't care. I could tell him the whole story. There was nothing any one could do now. "The router's sending them to my laptop computer, which is transmitting them via a satellite modem to Lincoln's security agency. They've been receiving them for the last, oh, twenty minutes or so. It's all over." Then I played up the beating again, holding my chest like I had broken ribs or something. Which for all I knew I did. Techno-thug then turned to the boss and said, "He's good - how much are you paying him, probably not enough." This went over like a lead balloon with Ms. Benders. You could see her temperature rising like the dot com bubble. Just as she looked like she was ready to explode, something amazing happened. She regained her composure. She calmed down, smoothed her skirt and her jacket. Finally she said, "Well then, I guess that's that. If the mission is over, it's over. We'll have to clean up any evidence and get out of here. But first, let's take care of these two, shall we? Do any of you supposed professionals have the slightest idea how to keep them out of my hair? After all they've managed to make you all look like the Keystone Cops." All six of them looked back and forth at each other. I took the opportunity to steal a glance at Debbie. Her arm was still twisted way up behind her back, gun still jammed in her throat, forcing head way up. She was on her tiptoes. After a few glances back and forth, they all began to smile and simultaneously they said "The Bobsie Twins!" They said it more like a nickname than a given name. Two of the thugs came forward. They looked nastier than the rest. And they did indeed look like twins. Twin gorillas, that is. They were big, ugly, greasy, dirty and they scared the hell out of me. They had evil smiles on their faces, and the rest of the thugs looked mighty amused. "You mean we can keep them?" said one. "Do what ever you want with them, just make sure there's no evidence they were here, and I never see them again. Gentlemen, we have work to do." she said, signaling the rest to follow her. When they reached the door, Ms. Benders stopped, turned and said, "On second thought, maybe there is a way we can recoup some expenses. I wonder what the going rate is on the white slavery market for a couple of `ladies'? Don't kill them, or maim them - yet. I have some rather unsavory contacts I will check with. I know of one in San Francisco in particular." she said looking directly at me. "In the mean time, keep them out of sight, and secured. And, please do me a small favor." Pointing to Debbie she said, "Teach that one to mind," then pointing to me. "And teach that one to suck and fuck properly. `She'll' bring a better price on in San Fran." Then they turned and left, leaving Debbie with her guard and me with the gorilla twins. "What do you guys want me to do with them?" asked the idiot with the gun shoved in Debbie's neck. "We got our van parked out on the loading dock, let's take them there. We got our toys with us." Said one. They pulled their guns and motioned for us to head out the door. These guys were violent, stupid and they smelled funny, but they were also very, very careful. As they marched us out of the room, the single guard picked up our purses and glanced through them before throwing them at us. "She said no evidence you was here." We headed through the buildings to the backside of the plant where the loading docks were located. "Can you believe they just gave them to us?" said one twin to the other. "I know, now we don't have to go out and steal our own. We get to keep them and play with them for who knows how long. And then we don't have to worry about getting rid of them afterwards. We just give them back and they take care of the messy stuff." They were positively full of glee. Debbie and I were scared to death. She looked white as a sheet. I felt sick, on top of every muscle and bone in body already racked with pain. As we entered the cavernous garage, one twin said, "You hold them here, let me see what we got in the van." One gun was trained on Debbie, the other on me. The odd twin out went outside and I heard a car door open. Five minutes later he returned with a grocery bag full of something. He dumped it on the floor. A several rolls of duct tape, a couple coils of rope and some cloth. "You first." he said pointing to Debbie. While the gun was pointed between her eyes, the other twin pulled her hands behind her back. He picked up a roll of silver duct tape and began taping wrists together. Then he went down her hands, taping her fingers over and over, round and round. Then he went up her arms, pulling them together till her elbows met. When he reached the top near her shoulders, he started back down again. When he finished, you couldn't see Debbie's arms or hands, just a tube of silver. She looked pained by her arms being pulled back in such a manor. And it also caused her breasts to jut out. Almost obscenely, since she was still bra-less. He grabbed a length of rope and tied her feet, leaving about six inches between them. That would certainly keep her from kicking. But as I found out, he was just getting started. He continued by taping her arms to her body. Very carefully, very neatly, he started at her waist and went up her torso. Never missing an inch of her body. I got the feeling these guys had done this before. Many, many times before. When he got to Debbie's tits, he took extra care to make sure they were mashed as tight as possible to her body. She winced in pain as he applied loop after loop over her tits. When he reached her shoulders, he methodically began the trip back down to her waist. When he was finished, Debbie looked like a silver mummy from waist to neck. She was utterly helpless. "Okay she's secure." He said tossing a roll of tape to the other twin. With the third gun on me, the twin caught the roll and eyed me hungrily. "This is gonna be some much fun!" he exclaimed, as he repeated Debbie's treatment on me. He pulled my arms tight and began tapping my wrists and hands. As he went up and down my arms, my elbows wouldn't touch. But he gave it the old college try. I couldn't believe how helpless I felt. I'd loss total use of my arms and hands. I couldn't even use my fingers. I thought I was tied up before with the cables, but that was nothing compared to this. When he started taping my arms to my body, he pulled it so tight I had trouble breathing. This stuff was tighter than any corset Debbie ever strapped me in. It was down right claustrophobic. Like Debbie, I too was hobbled with about six inches of rope. I glanced over at Debbie, her tormenter was packing her mouth to the limit with cloth strips. He kept shoving strip after strip into her mouth, using his index finger to push the filling into every nook and cranny in her mouth. Tape was then wrapped around her mouth and head several times. It caused her cheeks and eyes to bulge. Those eyes. Those beautiful blue eyes. They reeked of terror. Her face turned red as she fought for breath through her nose. The thug was now on his second trip down my chest with the tape. He tape was pulled very tight forcing my fake tits into my lungs, making it hard to breathe. I could only imagine how Debbie's real ones must have been hurting. As he finished the second coat of tape on my chest I heard him laughing to himself. He yelled to his twin, "Just think, this one already likes to wear dresses and pantyhose. We can jump right into the good stuff." They both laughed. The third thug looked disgusted. "You two make me sick. Are you finished so I can get out of here?" "Yeah." said one, and the other finished his sentence. "You can go. We'll put them in the van and be right back in. Just as soon as we give them some toys to keep them company." "Geesh" said the third one. "You fucking sickos." And he left us alone with these two rejects from humanity. My freak pulled a thick leather strap with a ring in the middle from the pile of ropes and tape. He approached me a smile and said, "Open up doll face." There was nothing I could do, so I complied. He shoved the ring part in my mouth. It was huge. I didn't think it would fit, but he had no problems with stretching my mouth wider than it was meant to open. When he finally had it wedged in, my teeth fit into grooves in the ring, and he buckled it very tightly behind my head. I was pretty sure I knew what the ring was for. They cleaned up the unused tape and rope. All the cloth must have been in Debbie's mouth. They also picked up our purses and put them in the bag. One guy stuck his head out the door and looked around. "Coast's clear." he said, then they marched us out. He opened up the door of a plain looking cargo van. Neither of us could climb up, due to the hobbles, so one got in to pull us up, while the other shoved us up by our buts. I got a thumb shoved up my ass. If I could have moved, I would have freaked out. But I was helpless. Once inside the van, one of them started going through boxes and bags looking for something. "What you looking for?" asked the other. "I got some new toys, I wanted to surprise you. I brought them in case we did grab a couple tonight to celebrate the job. "Here." He said tossing a really bizarre evil looking thing to his cohort. The thing reeked of evil. Now, I'm no prude, I've seen my share of wild, kinky sex videos and magazines. But this was out of this world. It was a double-headed dildo. A massive one. Each one must have been almost ten inches long. It was shaped somewhat like a "U" but the tips of the cock heads curved in at the top, making it almost a circle "Hit the red button and touch the tips together." The other complied and sparks jumped between the two heads. They both giggled like the insane pair they were. They looked at Debbie and said, almost in unison, "You like?" She turned white as a ghost. "Let's get her set first." One grabbed Debbie by the shoulders and easily wrestled her to the floor of the van, flipping her on her back. She put up what struggle she could, which wasn't much. He sat on her chest and grabbed her thighs, holding them in place. The other guy pushed up her miniskirt and pulled her panties and hose part way down her thighs. This exposed her most private parts. The first guy then grabbed a jar of some kind of gooey stuff and dipped both cock heads in, getting them nice and lubed up. Next he pulled a switchblade and cut the rope between her feet. She tried to fight them off, but couldn't. It broke my heart to watch her buck like a bronco, all for naught. They both giggled as he forced the double heads in, one in her pussy, the other up her ass. Her face displayed anguish. The brute shoved, forced, and put is weight into the job. Her eyes bulged out of her head. After a few minutes of wrestling, the monster was in place, at least to his liking. "A tight pussy and ass, I like. We'll have fun stretching those suckers out!" And again, they giggled in unison. As for Debbie, she looked utterly defeated. Her expression was worse than defeat. It was resignation that she was utterly powerless to stop them from doing what ever they wanted. And they obviously wanted plenty. The guy then finished her up by pulling back up her panties and hose. He took great pains in making sure they were nice and smooth, and the electrical cord on the contraption came out the top of her skirt. He was almost compulsive about it. I guess most insane people are compulsive about something. He forced her legs together and again picked up the duct tape. Starting at the arches of her high heels, he tapped her feet together. Then her calves. Then her knees. And finally her thighs. He stopped just short of the hem of her skirt. Her legs strapped together that tightly would surely prevent that evil thing from slipping out of her. He plugged an adapter into the end of the cord, plugged that into a small hand held device and then ran a cable from the device to a cigarette lighter jack embedded in the wall of the van. "See, here's the beauty of this little baby - a gui (pronounced gooey) interface." He pulled an electrical pen form the side of the box and began touching the screen on the remote, as if it were a Palm Pilot. The other twin looked on. "Set mode for long term, random, shocks - just a few volts - we're not supposed to maim her." The other agreed, "Yep, yep, yup." These sickos were acting like two teenage boys with a new computer game. "Shocks randomly, minimum of three every ten minutes, max of ten. Click here for vibrator settings, random, minimum of - let's say four, max of nine." "Yeah, yeah, I like this, where'd you get it? Do they have ones for guys for you to play with?" Without listening, the first continued, "And there you go. Hit enter." As he made a dramatic motion with pen. The first thing I noticed was Debbie's eyes bugging out and a loud grunt. Well, loud considering how well she was gagged. Even under all the tape, the skirt, the hose and the panties I could still hear a loud, throaty hum. They watched her intently as for a few minutes, taking in her bound form as she twitched, rolled and moaned. Then with out warning, her whole body tensed and she seemed to jump clear off the floor. They applauded. "And there's your shock!" The first one said. "So, what do you think of that?" Pointing to Debbie with a grand gesture. "I like, I like. You are so nice to me. What a brother. And I didn't get anything for you." This was just unbelievable. This could not be happening to us. We were in the hands of maniacs. This was like a cheap horror flick. Then they both looked at me. "Well now, the boss did say to teach her to suck and fuck. What do we have for the fucking part?" My stomach sank. It was my turn to be their twisted little plaything. "We'll let's take a look in our bag of goodies, shall we?" He dug through a compartment, rummaging around inside. Finally he pulled out a nasty looking dildo. It was black and chrome, and had a heavy gauge wire running from it. There was some kind of mechanical joint in the middle. "Wonderful choice, would you like to do the honors?" he offered. I no longer had the strength to tell them apart. "No, no, no, you like the boys, I like the girls. Be my guest." Then they pounced on me. In much the same fashion as with Debbie, they pushed me down, one on my chest holding my legs and the other doing the lubing and insertion. I bucked, I rolled, but I got nowhere. They pulled down my pantyhose and panties and discovered my latex panties. They both giggled. "Man this one's a real live wire. It'll be tough to find ways to beat this. How can she be humiliated more than she already is?" "I know!" said one. Now I understood the sad look in Debbie's eyes. We were both utterly helpless in their clutches. Again he went back to their hideous bag of tricks. He pulled out a large chrome ring with what looked like a small Allen wrench sticking out of it. They both smiled in approval. He handed it to the one who liked me best (yuk), as they rolled me on my side. He put it over my cock and balls, pulling them through the opening. He made sure it was snug against my body. Then he started twisting the wrench and the hole began getting smaller. And smaller, and smaller still, till it constricted my cock and balls. And just when it couldn't get any worse, he began to jerk me off. I've said before - I'm not gay. But I am a young guy, who's perpetually horny. And Debbie's been playing her games on me for the last month or so. So I got an erection fairly quick. And then it became evident what this ring was for. As my cock filled with blood, the ring kept the blood from leaving. My cock just kept getting bigger and bigger. Bigger than I've ever seen it. It looked angry - all read and purple. He gave the wrench a few more turns, causing me to grunt in pain. Drool ran from the corners of my mouth as I tried in vain to scream at them to stop. It fucking hurt! They flipped me over on my front and my cock banged on the van floor, really hard. I tried to scream in pain, but only grunted and drooled some more. One of them reached underneath me and pushed my cock it up against my stomach so I could lay flat. I couldn't see what was happening, but I knew they were lubing up the dildo. Then it happened. I felt the cool gel on my asshole. I tried to clench my cheeks together, but with one holding my legs apart, it was useless. One of them was pushing on it with all his weight, and in it slid. I cried out in pain, but all that came out was a grunt. And more drool. It felt like he was tearing me in two. If it didn't kill me, I'd be shitting blood for weeks. It had to be tearing up my colon. But it didn't matter to them, I was a thing to be used and abused. They kept pushing till it hit home. Then, as with Debbie he took great pains to redress me, nice and proper. First the latex panties. The thong back pushed the monster in even further. With my balls forced forward by the cock ring, they had no place to hide. The tight latex squeezed them. "Now that your balls can't hide up inside ya, you can really enjoy your panties, huh?" Like I could even respond. Next the lace panties and then the pantyhose. He took great care to run the power cord up through my under things and down under the hem of my dress. My legs got the same treatment as Debbie. Feet, up my legs to the hem of my dress, then back down. Speaking of Debbie, I glanced over. She was twisting and bucking as much as she possibly could. Which wasn't much. And every so often she would tense up and twitch. It must be the shocks. She dripped with sweat. I hopped she could hold on. Then I felt something horrible in my ass. They must have plugged it in while I was watching Debbie. This thing was fucking me. I mean actually fucking me. That joint I saw on it must be causing it to piston like a pogo stick. Bang, bang, bang it went. "I do recall something about teaching her to suck. Don't you?" "Why of course I do." replied the other. One looked around in the van, while the first moved up by my head and started undoing his pants. I panicked. But what could I do? He pulled out a dirty, smelly, tiny little cock, no more than four inches long. And it was already hard. Well that explained a lot. He positioned my head for entry through the ring gag. Just as he was ready to plunge into my mouth the other one said, "Wait. We don't have time for that. We've got to get back in there and help clean up." "Oh come one, just a quick one, she's got me so horny, look at her loving that dildo fucking her up the ass." "No, business first. There will be plenty of time to skull fuck her later. Besides, her mouth hasn't been properly stretched to fit your huge cock." "Yeah - you have a point there, she'd gag on my monster." he said with great disappointment, and a twinge of pride. "Then what do we use?" They looked at each other and smiled. Simultaneously they both said, "Big Benny!" "Did we bring it?" asked one. "Always." Said the other. He reached around and pulled this huge dildo out. I mean this thing was out of this world. It had to be fourteen inches long, and ten inches around. If they were going to put that in my mouth, it'd kill me. "Take off the gag." said the one holding the dildo. Again they rolled me over like a rag doll. The ring gag was tight, so he really had to crank on it to undo the buckle. When it was off, I wasn't sure what to do. I could scream, not that it would do much. I could beg, but I wouldn't give them the pleasure. So I did nothing but clench my teeth. They put the monster up to my teeth, but I wouldn't open. Then one reached down and gave a slap to my readily accessible balls. I opened my mouth to yell, and in went `Big Benny'. I didn't think it would fit. But they pushed, and it did. It couldn't possibly fit past my teeth, it was too big. But they pushed, and it did. When it hit the back of my throat, I thought it has got to stop now, it can't go any further. But they kept pushing, and it did. They pulled my head way back, forcing my throat into a straight line, opening it to its maximum size. And then they shoved some more. I couldn't believe it kept sliding. It blocked off my air passage and I started gagging. "Now, now, now, don't do that. If you start gagging, you'll only choke and die. And then where would you be? Dead, that's where. Just relax your throat, and pull air in around it. You can do it, you're not the first bitch to suck on Big Benny." Once they got it in my throat, they seemed to push it in easier. But my God - I was hysterical. My whole mouth and throat were completely filled. One of them tore off a small piece of duct tape, while the other made a grand gesture of pushing the last of it past my teeth with a single finger. Then the tape went on, holding it my mouth. I tried like hell to force the monster out of my mouth. It was past my teeth, so they were of no help. My tongue was pressed tight against my lower jaw. There was nothing I could do. I coughed, I gagged, I pleaded with my eyes. Help me, please!!!! But there would be no help for me. "Now you just relax there, little girl. If you fight too hard, Big Benny there will slide down your throat and choke you. Just relax and concentrate on holding it in position, and you'll be fine. Then your mouth will be plenty ready for my esteemed brother's massive cock." They both stood up. One gave Debbie's ass a huge slap that echoed throughout the van. She grunted. It sounded like it stung like hell. Then they turned to leave. I heard them as they stepped out and slammed the van door. "Can we try the Chinese Water Torture on one of them? I always wanted to see if that really worked." Then the door was closed and we were left alone. I laid there in misery. It was summer, so it didn't take long for the van to turn into a steam room. With all the duct tape on me, I was sweating like the pig who knows it's Easter. The dildo was relentless in it's pounding in my ass. It caused me to jump and twitch. The cock ring did its job. I had a huge, raging hard on, and the latex panties squeezed my balls. They hurt like hell. I wanted to just close everything out. But I couldn't. Every time I stopped concentrating on this huge dildo gag, it started to slide down my throat, and I had to fight with my throat muscles to keep it steady. The only sounds I could hear were the buzzing of Debbie's twin dildos, and my hacking sounds, as I struggled with Big Benny. I don't know how long we lay there. Time no longer had any meaning. It was simply fight or die. At some point I felt something brush up against my shoulder. It was Debbie. She'd managed to make her way over to me. I couldn't really see her very well, with my neck twisted the way it was. But I did feel her hair brush my neck. I think she was trying to comfort me. And we lay there, awaiting our fates.