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Caught with Consequences Pt IX
By Teaser
I'm not sure how long we laid there, together, in misery.
There wasn't much to measure time by. Either way, it must
have quite a while, as the dildo pounding away in my butt
had lost some of its enthusiasm. So I guessed whatever
battery it was plugged into was running out of juice.
Debbie lay next to me. Occasionally she'd rub her hair
against my cheek. There wasn't much I could do to
reciprocate. I was too busy trying to get enough air to
survive.
The mind does strange things when it's got nothing better
to do. Some times I'd think I fell asleep and was dreaming.
Only to be brought back to my little slice of reality when
I'd start to gag. Other times, I'd stare at the roof of the
van, and try to convince myself that I wasn't insane, and
all this was really happening. Sometimes I'd even try to
block it all out, only to be overwhelmed by the whole
experience.
The worst part was when I couldn't stop my mind from
wondering what could possibly happen next, that would make
all this, trivial by comparison.
That's what I was doing when I heard a loud bang. Or maybe
it was a thud. Whatever it was, there was defiantly some
one, or something, outside the van. Debbie heard it also,
as she jumped. So I knew it wasn't my imagination. We
waited, and heard it again. It was some one trying to open
the doors. I guess our insane captors remembered to lock
the doors. Then came a knock. It was followed by a faint
"This is the police, any one in the van is ordered to come
out with their hands up. Do it NOW!"
The police were here! The police were here to rescue us!
The police were here to rescue us! Yikes, I was still
dressed like a girl, and the police would rescue us, and,
once again, I'd be caught dressed up. Oh well, it still had
to better than being left in the hands of these two
maniacs.
While I was worried about myself, Debbie had the brains to
think straight. She'd wiggled her way over by the side of
the van and began kicking on the wall. Even I recognized
it, S.O.S. Then we heard some more knocking from outside.
Within minutes, the window was smashed the door lock freed,
and the door open. In crawled a police officer in uniform.
"Easy ladies, the cavalry is here." Then into a radio he
said, "This is Murphey, I'm outside the loading dock. I've
got two female victims in distress. Get some one out here
from the Victim's Crime Unit on the double, and send for
two ambulances. I think I've found our girls."
His eyes nearly popped out of his head as he moved toward
us, and so just how stringently we were both bound. He
looked at Debbie's gag and said, "Ma'am, there's a lot of
tape on your face, I think it'd be wise to wait for the
paramedics before we try to take that off. Please hold on,
help is coming."
He looked over at me, with my distended mouth and throat.
He pulled off the small piece of tape holding my gag in,
and saw the base of it. He gently grabbed a hold and
started to pull it out. And he pulled, and he pulled and he
pulled some more. He was as stunned as I was when he got
the whole thing out.
I tried to say thanks, but my throat was as raw as hell,
from hacking on that thing for who knows how many hours. I
managed a squeaky little `thanks', but it was all I could
get out.
"Don't worry ma'am, I've sent for the paramedics, they'll
fix you right up."
Yeah, I thought, right up until they cut off my clothes and
see I'm a man. But at this point I could care less.
Anything was better than this.
True to his word, two ambulances, paramedics, and enough
police to fill up prime time television for a month. The
special victim cops showed up. They were three women
officers. Obviously there to comfort us, take our stories,
and help us if we'd been raped. Boy were the in for a big
surprise when they tried to get a seamen sample out of me.
Well, I guess if I was going to get caught in women's
clothes, I might as well go the whole nine yards.
The officers worked with the paramedics to begin cutting,
peeling and what ever else was necessary to extract us from
the miles of duct tape. They were pretty efficient at it.
Even though we were still covered in the stuff, they'd
freed our arms, legs and Debbie's gag. Enough to get us out
of the van. On very shaky legs, they helped us out. We were
both still plugged as they laid us on the stretchers. I
tried to ask to use a bathroom, so I could get this thing
out of my ass. But I still couldn't speak. My throat felt
terrible. They didn't get the picture, and instead used
gentle force to lay me down.
One paramedic cut and pulled away enough tape to take vital
signs (hey - I've seen enough MASH episodes to know the
lingo) and he stuck a needle in my arm. I looked at him in
confusion.
He responded. "You are both are severely dehydrated, we
need to get fluids into you stat." (See - I even knew what
that meant.)
They loaded us up and the two ambulances sped away. That
was the last time I saw Debbie for quite a while. I didn't
even know if we went to the same hospital.
For the rest of the trip, they kept hooking up monitors,
taking readings and talking on the radio. For my part, I
kept thinking about the thing shoved up my ass, and what
the hell I was going to say when they removed my clothes.
Turns out it wasn't much of a problem. Not only couldn't I
speak; they pumped me full of some kind of drug, which made
me not really care about a lot. So instead of me worrying
about anything, all I could think of was trying to ask the
medic what the drug was so I could ask my doctor for a
prescription.
When we arrived at the hospital, I was whisked into one of
those little curtained off areas in the emergency room. I
was surrounded by several doctors and nurses. They pulled
some kind of contraption from the bottom of the table and
soon my feet were propped up on them. Then I realized, it
was the foot thingies they use when women have appointments
with the women's doctors. Great. Now I was all set for
vaginal examination.
The rest used hospital scissors, the kind with one blunt
edge, to cut and peel me out of my silver suit. Most of my
clothes came with it. While one started cutting me out of
my pantyhose, another was flashing lights in my eyes and
asking if I knew my name. I croaked something out of my
mouth, but even I couldn't tell what it was. He took his
flashlight and a tongue depressor and checked my throat.
I heard him yell to some one else, "Throats pretty chewed
up, call a specialist."
"Yeah, I can imagine." said some one else. "The police
report shows an approximately eighteen inch latex phallic
item was used on her as a gag."
Then I felt a nice cool breeze, heard a gasp, and realized
they'd reached my undies.
"Doctor, come here, check this out."
Now I was thankful for the drugs. They studied my bottom
for a while. Thankfully they knew enough to remove the
dildo first. My ass felt shredded. One doctor walked out
and spoke with one of the lady officers who first helped
me. I guess they must have followed the ambulance. He came
back in and spoke to me.
"Excuse me," He said in his best professional doctor's
voice. "Would you like a counselor or a lawyer or some one
present? Do you need some one special to talk with?"
I croaked something, and heard some one say, "Throat
trauma, she probably won't be talking for a few days."
The doctor looked at the nurse with the paper work and said
"Change the admission form, the patient is a male."
There were a few confused looks. But all I did was close my
eyes and try to drift off.
They shot my dick up with some kind of needle and it went
numb. I imagined it was to remove the hideous ring, which
kept me partially hard, even through all of this. I don't
remember a lot of what happened next. I got more shots with
more drugs, and I remember something about `prep-ing' and
`OR', but mostly I was in la-la land. I remember being
naked, completely naked, on a gurney, heading somewhere.
And I remember waking up some time later, in a pink room,
with a few women. Then back out. Then the next thing I
remember for sure was opening my eyes, in a private
hospital room.
For a moment, I lay there and tried to remember all I'd
been through. Some things I could. Others, I couldn't. I
looked down, I had no women's clothes on, no wig, no
makeup. Just a hospital gown and those support stockings
they make you wear to prevent blood clots. My dick looked
okay, but there was an ugly bruise around it from the ring.
My ass ached terribly, and my throat was still raw. I had
bruises up and down my arms and legs, from where I'd been
roped up. I couldn't really speak that well.
Some time later a pretty nurse came in - short skirt and
white pantyhose - and smiled at me.
"Good to see you've decided to join us again. My name is
Julie, how are you feeling."
I didn't say anything, but instead pointed to my neck.
"Yes, you're throat had some trauma. Your vocal chords are
bruised, and you've got some nice size bruises on your
neck. According to your chart, you went into surgery for
examination, but they didn't need to open you up. Your
throat and your backside will be sore for a few days, but
it says here, everything should be fine. I don't know what
your story is, but there have been plenty of people who've
been waiting to talk with you. But don't worry, I'll keep
them out till you feel up to it." And with that she winked
at me.
She took my pulse and blood pressure. Offered to order me
up some ice cream. She opened the curtains so I could get
some light. She was an angel in white. I felt safe, and
happy, if still a bit stiff and sore. I pretty much slept
through the next couple of days, waking to eat, watch a
little TV and even read some. I glanced through the paper,
but saw no reference to my company or Lincoln Associates.
Sooner or later, I knew this would end and I'd have to face
the music. And I did. One day Julie said a gentleman in a
very expensive suit had been waiting for days to see me.
She wanted to know if I was up to it. I nodded yes.
When he arrived, she was right. He definitely smelled of
money.
"Good afternoon, I'm James Walker. Debbie's father, and
president of Johnson & Johnson Security."
He must have seen the concern in my face when he mentioned
Debbie's name.
"Don't worry, Debbie's fine. They kept her overnight for
observation, and she was released the next day. She's been
very worried about you."
That was a relief.
"She told me the whole story."
My stomach sank.
"How you knew she was my daughter, so you came to her with
your suspicions on the break in at Lincoln."
Now I was confused.
"And how she convinced you to go undercover, in drag, with
her to help crack the case. It was a pretty gutsy move on
both your parts. I like that. Not that I would put on a
dress, to each his own. I know how convincing Debbie can
be."
I had no idea where this was going.
"When my IT (information technology) people saw the data
you two had tapped into, we immediately went into Lincoln.
It was easy enough to find the mole that had managed link
from their end. We caught him red handed and we folded like
a cheap lawn chair. That was, after we explained to him he
was facing about thirty years and ten million in fines for
international computer fraud. He spilled the beans. Then it
was easy to get a midnight warrant and raid the offices.
The police walked in and caught Ms. Benders and her
henchmen in the act of destroying evidence. The police had
been after that group of thugs for a while.
"They're all going away for a long time. There isn't even
going to be a trial. We've got so much evidence on them,
they're trying to plea bargain down from about two hundred
and eighty years. The only problem the police had was with
the Formosa twins. The ones who owned the van you were in.
They decided to fight it out with the police, and they
lost. With the evidence the police found in the van,
they've been able to close at least a dozen homicides. You
two were extremely lucky. They were very dangerous people.
"As my daughter Debbie has pointed out to me, several
hundred times over the last few days, my firm is not where
it needs to be on computer crime. We should have been in a
position to stop this incident long before it got this far.
Considering all your expertise in computers and networks,
and just how far you went to help us on this case, I'd like
to offer you a senior position in my firm. There's no
hurry, take your time in deciding. The benefits are good.
As a matter of fact, we're picking up the tab for your stay
here. I hope you're enjoying it. It's the best room they
have.
"I know you're voice is strained, so I want you to take it
easy, but I have to ask you one question. Man to man, if
you know what I mean. Debbie has taken a real shine to you.
I haven't seen her like this in years. Not since the
accident."
Accident? What accident?
"You just wore women's clothes for this caper, right?
You're not gay are you?"
I shook my head no, and he seemed relieved by it.
"That's good, because she's had some problems, and I'd hate
to see her crushed because you like... well, because
you're... well, you know... not that there's anything wrong
with it."
I shook my head no, then nodded in agreement with him.
"Well, good, and I hope you take my offer to heart. We
could use some one with your brains and knowledge. You'd
start off low, to learn the business, but from what I
already heard, I think we're talking senior manager or
junior vice president of cyber security within a few years.
But I've taken too much of your time already. There's a
very anxious young lady outside who's been waiting far too
long to see you. So let me leave, and I'll show her in.
We'll talk in a few days, when you're voice is better."
I nodded in agreement. Holy shit! Vice President did he
say?
He opened the door, and Debbie was standing there. She
looked magnificent. She had really tight bike shorts,
sneakers and puffy sweatshirt. Just like she stepped off
California beach. She had some small bruises on her face,
probably from the gag, and some on her wrists and ankles.
Probably for the same reason I did. But she looked radiant.
And she had her eyes locked onto mine. She kissed her Dad,
said she loved him, and shoved him out the door. Literally.
She practically raced over to my bedside. Her eyes, never
braking contact.
"Thank God you're okay. I've been worried sick about you."
I nodded my head to agree and we hugged for hours.
"I think I did a pretty good job of covering for you. The
police will still want a report, but that shouldn't be a
problem, just stick with the program. I need to tell you
something before I loose my nerve, so please just listen."
I nodded.
"Remember when I told you I had issues about trusting
people. I want to tell you why. When I was younger, my
brother and I went on a cliff climbing tour - you know, one
of those `thirty cliffs in thirty days' kind of things."
Holy shit - thirty cliffs in thirty days? She really was
Bat Girl.
"Well, on one cliff, my brother's crampons came lose. He
fell twenty feet or so. He was hanging by a single rope."
She became very somber; I could see her eyes tear up a bit.
"I tried to reach him, but he was afraid for me. I told him
to hold on. But he said it was too dangerous for me to try
and rescue him. He told me to stop. But I wouldn't. I kept
climbing towards him. I slipped a little, but I could have
made it. If only he'd have trusted me enough. But he
didn't. So he cut his rope and fell. To protect me."
All I could think of was, my God, what an experience she
went through.
"I told my father the truth. But I'm not sure he believed
me. I don't think he thought Mike could get in a situation
that he couldn't get himself out of. I think he blamed me
in some way."
This was terrible. I felt so sorry for her.
"That's one of the reasons I went to a secretary school,
instead of a police academy like I wanted. He didn't want
to risk his only living child. But now he knows I can take
care of myself. And I have you to thank for it."
She was trying to hold back the tears, but they were still
falling. But she also had a huge smile on her face.
"But more than that, you trusted me. When we were in there,
you trusted me, you helped me, you saved my life at least
once, if not more. I haven't felt like any one trusted me
for years. But I feel it now. I don't feel so alone
anymore. I don't feel like I'm this tiny, glass statue on a
shelf. To be protected and locked away. I feel alive. And I
have you to thank."
With that she gave me a deep long kiss.
Then she said, "I love you."
I tried desperately to say I loved her back, but all I
could manage were some croaking noises.
She laughed at that and said, "I know, I know, and I'll
prove it to you once you get out of here!"
We hugged some more and my leg must have peaked out from
under the blanket. She looked at it and smiled. Then she
reached out and snapped my support stocking.
She laughed and said, "I knew it. I just knew it! You're
wearing pantyhose, aren't you! How long have you been
wearing women's clothes? Are you gay or just a pervert?"
We both laughed and cried.
Well, to sum it all up, I caught the bad guys. I took the
job, so I got the money. And I definitely got the girl. All
in all, not to bad for a simple line tech. Debbie and I
both quit and took jobs with her Dad's firm. And within a
couple of years I got a big new office, with windows and my
own secretary. We got married, bought a nice big home, and
a summer cottage on the coast of Southern New Jersey.
Debbie still likes to dress me up a few times a month. What
the hell, I might as well admit it, it turns me on also.
And she also decided she liked me tied up. She told me it
made her so incredibly horny, when I cut her free of the
cables, and was still tied up. She said, right then and
there she wanted to bind whenever she wanted. It took a
while before I let her tie me up. I was a little skittish
after my experiences. But she took her time, and together
we learned.
She's become quite the teasing and denial expert. She can
read me like a book. She ties me up and frustrates me for
hours. God I love it. As a matter of fact, I'm dressed up
waiting for her now. She's had me in a skirt and heels for
the whole weekend. And I haven't had an orgasm in over two
weeks. I'm ready for one now. But first, she'll tie me up
some devious way - she has quite the imagination. Then
she'll tease me for the rest of the evening. And then when
we make love we'll blow the roof of this place. I'll finish
this up now, as I hear her BMW pulling up the drive. By
now! Thanks for listening.
***
Dear Readers,
Thanks for all the wonderful reviews. They encouraged me to
steer this story from a simple writing exercise into a
study on character and plot development, serialization and
loads of other terms I would remember, had I been paying
attention in school.
As long as I think you're interested in my stories, I'll
keep writing. Look for a few short stories while I try and
come up with a new long story. Hopefully it won't be as
choppy as this one, where my imagination just exploded
every time I sat down to begin a new chapter.
Regards,
Teaser
Arisha
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