Tabatha Part 3
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Chris and I stood at the curb waiting for our cab. He was a mess. I did
my best to clean him up in the bathroom before we left. But, he didn't
look pretty. I felt terrible. This was all my doing. He didn't want
any part of this. Mark and Dave were home fast asleep. And, Chris and I
were hanging on the street corner during the dark hours of the night.
Nothing is out at this hour but trouble. We waited and waited but there
was no sign of the cab. The last of people were filtering out and going
home. It was late...
"Hey!" I called out to this guy who was leaving the bar and heading for
his car.
"Hey, do you think you can give us a ride?"
He stopped suddenly and stared in our direction. The few sparse overhead
parking lot lights were all that we could see by. I could see the light
reflected off his pants. He was wearing heavyweight shiny leather pants.
He wore a very tight muscle shirt. I've seen the guys in the gym wearing
the same shirts when they're trying to bench press a lot of weight. The
shirts are thick, super stretchy and two sizes too small. His muscular
arms burst from the short sleeves. He had one of those barbed wire tats
running around his bicep. His chest heaved from the tight material and
sunk down to his this flat stomach.
"Heh," he snickered. "You girls need a ride, huh? Where to?"
"We need to get to Levitt Square," I said. I didn't want him to drive us
directly to our homes. I didn't want him to know where we lived. I just
wanted to get close enough to walk.
"I don't think so," he said and turned back toward his car.
"Wait!" I instinctively yelled out. I was scared. I needed to fix this.
I needed to get Chris home right away. "Please, wait."
"What?" he said.
"We need a ride. Please help us," I pleaded.
"I don't have time for this shit," the leather clad tough guy responded.
"What's in it for me?"
"What? What do you mean?" I mumbled toward him. It was a rhetorical
question. Although I didn't know exactly what he had in mind, I knew
what he was implying. He didn't take to my hesitation kindly. He turned
again toward his car. Seeing him leaving us scared me. I wanted to get
home. I was desperate.
"OK!" I yelled. "OK! Whatever. Just give us a ride."
He never looked back at me. He snickered again and said, "Come on then,
get in."
I helped Chris along and we got into his truck. It was a nice ride. He
had a black Lexus SUV. All tinted windows. It was sleek, dark, and
muscular. Not unlike it's driver. I placed got into the back and laid
Chris down along the seat and on my lap. The leather man didn't say
anything. He started up the car and peeled out. I didn't know where we
were and I couldn't tell where we were going. The drive was long and I
didn't see much of anything I recognized.
He pulled off the road, and we were clearly going into the woods. The
truck didn't slow down a bit. We were tossed all over the back seat.
There were bumps and ruts and rocks and puddles. We just kept plowing
forward. After some time of this we pulled up into a driveway, to a dark
cabin in the woods. He cut the engine and the lights, opened his door
and barked, "Get out."
Before I could react my door opened and he grabbed me by my arm. His
hand was big and strong, and wrapped around my arm easily. He pulled me
from the car. I stumbled in my heels but kept from falling. Next, he
grabbed Chris in his arms and turned to the cabin. "Follow me," he
barked.
We walked into the cabin. It was dark. He gently placed Chris down and
walked away. Moments later he lit a match, and then lit a lantern. He
lit many lanterns and the interior began to take shape. It was just what
you expect in a rustic cabin. Wood floors, wood walls, wood ceiling, and
wood furniture. Chris laid on a leather cushioned wood sofa. Leather
man, as I had begun to think of him, opened a door and barked again,
"Come on."
We walked down some steps to the lower level. He guided me with the
lantern which provided the only light. He opened another door and
stepped in. I followed. It was a basement. It was cold, damp and dark.
Now everything was concrete, rather than wood. He grabbed a key and
opened another door. Actually, it was more like a gate. He stepped in,
and I followed.
"Get undressed," he commanded. I hesitated. But the lantern was now by
his face and I could see a startling determination in his eyes. I did as
he said. I started with the boots. Before we entered the club, our
driver had given me some keys. I knew they must have been for the boots.
But, as much as they were hurting, I couldn't bring myself to take them
off. I was enjoying watching Chris struggle in his boots, and I couldn't
let on that I had the key.
I took off my clothes. Everything. Leather man grabbed my things and
walked out of the room.
I was standing there naked. I was totally naked, except for my makeup.
My legs were crossed in front of me. My arms were crossed, hugging my
chest to keep warm. I felt goose bumps everywhere. It felt so good to
finally take my boots off. At first I felt a great relief. My feet were
finally free from their prison. Feeling was starting to come back to my
feet and toes. But cold was setting in everywhere else. It was dark. I
couldn't see anything. I waited...
The light slowly returned. Leather man walked in quickly and threw some
things at me. "Put this on," he said. This guy wasn't much for words.
The feeling of helplessness was starting to rise. I had been nervous
before. Now I felt fear. What the hell did I agree to? Why did I get
in the car? I was desperate to get home. I didn't need to come here.
Where ever here is? I didn't need this. Whatever was going on?
The clothes he gave me where heavy. They were smooth and heavy. Maybe a
leather or rubber suit? I tumbled the garment around until I could start
to make heads or tails of it. I found a large opening and identified two
legs. I dropped the garment down low and lifted my leg and pointed my
toe. I slipped my foot in and pulled the garment up my leg. It wasn't
easy. It was tight and didn't slide easily. I had to pull and push and
tug and wiggle to get my foot an inch further down the leg. I wrestled
for minutes, before I was finished with one leg and starting on the
other. Again, pulling and tugging, and pushing and twisting. Anything
to get this thing on. It was cold and my progress was being scrutinized
by the leather man intently. He said nothing. He just stood there with
the lantern staring.
Both of my feet and legs resided in very tight and heavy leggings. They
were like a second skin. I still didn't know if it was rubber, or
leather, or PVC, or something else. It was heavy and tight. And, to my
delight, warm. But the garment didn't stop at the legs. I continued to
wrestle with it until it was over my butt in the back and chest in the
front, and until my hands emerged. It was tiring and I was exhausted by
the time I had finished.
There were gloves attached at the end. My fingers had fit into the tight
gloves. When I got to this point leather man put down the lantern and
stepped forward. He quickly grabbed hold of the garment and began
tugging. I couldn't always tell what he was doing, but things were
starting to tighten up on me. I could tell once he stared pulling up a
zipper in the back. My thighs and crotch began to feel the pressure.
Then the garment began to squeeze my butt, then my waist, then my ribs,
then my shoulders, squeezing everything all the way up to my neck, just
below my chin. I felt the pressure on every square inch of me. More
pulling and tugging. He was strong and I was getting jerked around.
There must have been some buckles or some ties or something, because he
managed to make the second skin feel even tighter. I felt my waist get
sucked in, and breathing began to take some work.
My breathes became shallow. With some effort I could only get my chest
to rise a little. Enough for a small breath. Then the squeezing made
exhaling automatic. He walked away and came back again.
"Turn around," he commanded.
I stuttered, "What are we doing?"
He didn't entertain me. He simply turned me around.
"Put your hand on my shoulder and lift your left leg," he said. I did as
he said. Tears began to ball up in my eyes. I felt like I was living a
nightmare all of a sudden. Everything was out of my control. I knew
instinctively that I couldn't do anything but obey. I was powerless once
I got in his car. Maybe even before that.
I lifted my leg.
"Point your toes and push," he instructed. He grabbed me by the ankle
and began to push. He was big and strong. In contrast I was small and
weak compared to him. Whenever he handled me, I felt like a little kid
or a girl. He pushed my foot into a boot and lifted it up my calf.
Again, this took some effort and some time. Once in, he began to pull at
some laces, and more pressure worked its way over my ankle and up my leg.
Then, he did the other foot. The heel were high and awkward. Actually,
high doesn't begin to describe it. These were no normal high heeled
boots. They were some kind of contraption. The heels were so high that
my foot was pointed nearly straight down just to reach the ground at the
same level. I was now familiar with high heels, but these must have been
nine or twelve inches, or even longer. I did all I could just to stand
still. It took all of my concentration and a lot of effort from my
already tired legs.
Ten, all of a sudden he pulled a mask over my head. He did it fast, in
one quick motion. The mask too was tight. So, he had to muscle it down
over my face. Once again the lights were out. I felt a zipper move and
the hood squeezed my head. My cheeks sunk in and my nose squished down
some. I reached up in reaction to the violent motion of the mask. My
encased hands didn't have a sharp sense of feel anymore. But I could
make out a little bump, a small relief for my nose to fit in. There were
nostril holes, because I could breath. But the holes were small, and
belabored my breathing even more. Then I felt the tug of strings being
tied in the back. The mask felt tighter. My chin was sucked up and I
could barely move my jaw. I could feel my lips protruding from a mouth
hole in the mask. I imagined it must look like my lips are rolled out
and projecting from my tight face.
I began panicking. I was mumbling. I wasn't sure what I was meaning to
say. I'm sure leather man couldn't tell either. With my ears covered
and my chin trapped and my breathing labored I must have sounded like a
deaf and mute retard.
"Ew, sum, muff, ful, bluh, mmmm, tfff." Lots of noises were coming out
but they were unintelligible.
Then I felt tugging on my hands. Soon my left hand was curled into a
ball and a strap or a tie tightened around my skinny wrist. Then, my
right hand was forced into a fist, and pressure was applied to my right
wrist. I began moving my arms. I put my hands up to my face but I
didn't have the same body I was used to. I hit my face with what now
felt like big soft clubs at the end of my arms. My ass and quads and
claves where as tense as can bee just to keep me standing up. My waist
was squashed. My lungs felt like they were one tenth their normal size,
and I was getting one tenth the air on a good breath. I couldn't really
hear anything. At least not clearly. My eyes were dark. And my own
unintelligible mutterings echoed in my head.
"Fthhhh, flaa, woo, ttttsss, ewwww, innnn," I stammered.
My neck felt long and constricted. Swallowing was hard and took
conscious effort. I could tell that I was drooling some. My center of
gravity was off too. The boots must have made me a foot or more taller.
I wasn't used to this height. Nor was I used to balancing on the
extremes of my heels and toes only. And, all without the normal use of
my eyes and ears.
I was a new thing. A creature / person. I was taking little steps and
continuing to mumble. I don't know if I was walking straight, walking in
circles, or standing still. I didn't know where I was trying to go or
what I was going to do. This went on for while.
"Thwwwt, thwwwt, thwwt, thwwt," is what I heard coming from my mouth and
echoing in my head. Then, a zipper was pulled shut across my mouth,
further entrapping my head. Now, all speech was gone too.
Moments went by. Time was now ambiguous. Every minute seemed like an
eternity. I was frightened. Breathing took effort. Swallowing took
effort. Standing took effort. I think leather man left. I didn't feel
the interaction of another person.
What now? This can't go on very long. I feel all over with my mittened
club hands. My motions were quick and jerky. I was panicking. I'm
looking for a zipper or a buckle to undue. But, I can't feel anything
like this. And, if I found a zipper, what was I to do? I had nothing to
grab on with. My clubs are useless.
After long periods of time I would find a wall. I made my way all
around. At first with tiny steps on my absurd feet. Then, after I got
tired, I crawled around on the ground. I got a sense for the room. It
was small. Maybe twelve by twelve. There was nothing in the room. On
three sides there were cold concrete walls. On one side a cold metal
gate. And, a cold concrete floor.
Help me! Help! Let me go! Help! Help! Please! Please! Please.
please... please... please... help... no... oh, god, no... mmmmmmmmf
mmmmmmmfff
I began to cry. The muffled sounds echoed in my head. It was as if it
wasn't even me. Nothing sounded as it did before. I got tired and
stopped trying to move around. I was tired. It had been a long day. I
slept.
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