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THE PRESENT
By Ross Martin
Chapter One: The Journey Forth
She didn't resist when they came for her. It would have been foolish to havedone so though part of her wanted to very much. The other part was tinglingwith excitement. When they knocked on the door she opened it for them.
They didn't impress her at first sight. They looked like ordinary deliverymen and their van parked in front of her small suburban home looked ordinaryas well. The taller of the two, a big bald fellow with thin cruel looking lips,tipped his hat to her politely and said in a gentlemanly tone: "G'Day, Miss.Is there a package here to pick up? Do we have the right address?"
Here she could simply answer inn the negative and send them on their way.No one would know and only one man in the entire world would care. But if shewas to do it she had to do it now and she had to be firm about it. A simplestraightforward denial, that's all it would take.
"Yes, there is a package," came out of her lips as she invited them in witha hand gesture meant to be inviting but may have been a little too flutterythough she didn't normally think of her hands as the kind of hands that canflutter.
"Sign here, Miss," said the shorter late teens other deliveryman. Beingyounger he was bound to be less experienced with deliveries. She wondered ifthis was a good or bad thing. His lips may have been even thinner and crueler.
He handed her the usual contract and a pen. He also looked her up and down.With trepidation mixed with anticipation of what was to come, she handed thecontract back. He made a real show of touching her hand as he did so. She wasn'tsure if she liked that or not but soon it wouldn't matter.
"Where's the package?" asked the taller of the two.
"Right here," she said, bowing her head.
"You, Miss?" said the taller of the two pretending to be surprised.
"Yes," she said feeling the blood rising in her cheeks.
"There must be some mistake," said the taller one, winking at his mate. "Idon't think we can manage that much cargo."
"But a contract is a contract," said the younger deliveryman, "and we don'tdisappoint our customers."
"Point taken," said his mate. "Ready to go, Miss?"
"No!" she cried out more sharply and with more emphasis than she had intended.Damn! The scaredy-cat part of her was acting up.
"We could tear this up and go," suggested the taller one. The other lookeda little disappointed. Good, she thought. Perhaps I won't be in for a dulltrip after all.
"Please don't," she said. "Just give me a minute to freshen up in the bathroom."
"Very well," said the taller man. "But don't be too long. We're on a tightschedule and I always honor my contracts."
I bet you do, she thought, hurrying to her bathroom. I just bet you do.
The men settled into her plush lounge chairs. She knew they could see photosof her on the television set of when she was a little girl and there was alarge one of her graduating high school. There were ones of her graduatingcollege, getting married and her two kids, a boy and a girl at age nine, butshe put them away. This weekend was about her and not them. Besides, it mighthelp if they thought she only graduated high school. She was sure it did lasttime.
Looking at herself critically in the big bathroom mirror, she noted hershortcomings. She was fat. Not fat enough to take up a whole park bench orfrighten an airline pilot, thank goodness, but enough for men to continuallyrag her about it. She'd been ragged through primary, high school, college andit was yet to stop. But she had made a strange peace with it over the years.
There were also qualities she knew she had which kept her going. For instance,her breasts were big and men liked that. Also, she had lovely, expressive eyesshe was now highlighting with mascara. And then there were her large hips.Once she'd done with the mascara she painted her mouth a bright inviting pink.It should be noted, however, that though her lips were big like the rest hermouth was rather small and dainty. She wondered of this was an asset or a deficit.She knew some time today she'd be thinking of it as a definite deficit.
She had on a light cotton dress and high heeled shoes and nothing else.Only three times in her life had she left the house dressed like this and blushedat the thought of doing so now. Still, that's what she intended to do and that'swhat she would do.
"Coming Miss?" called out the taller of the deliverymen.
"Yes," she called back. She eyed her dress once more, combed her short hairand decided that the time had come. She quietly left her bathroom and handedthe taller one her keys.
They'll be safe with me for when you get back," he said. "I'll give themto you when we get back."
"Thank you," she said with a faint smile.
"Your welcome, Miss," he replied.
It was the other one who twisted her arms behind her back and snapped thecuffs on her wrists. For a second there she thought she might resist but shedidn't. Even the fraidy-cat part of her had now accepted her fate. The tinglingin certain quarters increased – especially when she saw the grin on heryounger captor's face.
To hide the cuffs from plain view, the tall one threw her pink cardiganover her shoulders as he marched her out of the house. He stopped to lock upher place and said: "I hope you know what you're getting yourself into."
"It said on the sheet she's a repeat delivery," murmured the younger one.
"Shut up!" snapped the taller man and turned once more to face her. "Well,Miss," he said in a gentler voice.
"Fulfill your contract," she said boldly and he took her by the elbow tothe back of the van and said: "Get in."
She struggled in and they slammed the door on her and locked it. They droveoff before she had settled properly and she banged her head on the side door.No more niceties now, she told herself as she surveyed where they had put her.It was nothing but an old van and she had nothing for company but an old tireand their voices drifting in. Her heart sank a little. This was it, no turningback.
"Who's paying for her?" asked the young one.
"It doesn't say," said the taller man.
"Her husband maybe?"
"If so, she be contrite when she gets back."
Once she was shuffled aboard the private plane they removed the cuffs andreplaced them straight away with a spreader bar for her arms and a spreaderbar for her legs. The cardigan was tossed aside. The tall one worked on makingher spread her arms as far away from each other as they could possibly go beforehe tied her wrists to the device. The other did the same with her legs onlyhe delighted in kicking her calves until her legs were spread to his satisfaction.It hurt a little but she didn't grunt, didn't complain. The tingling southof her belly button got stronger, more dominant, driving away her fears. Now,except for her vocal cords, she was completely helpless.
"Last chance, Miss," said the taller one, showing her a frighteningly largeball gag. How on earth were they going to get that inher mouth? Its small, the lips are fat, she wanted to tell them.
"I could tear up the contract, I could tell them you changed your mind," hesaid, dangling the great red ball under her nose.
"But I've already been paid for," she protested.
"He's a bastard, Miss," reasoned the taller one.
"I know," she sighed weakly. "Put the gag in now, please, nice and tightlike you're supposed to. I won't change my mind."
"Very well, Miss," he said, pushing the ball gag as far as she thought itcould reasonably go and then shoving it deeper and deeper by manipulating hermouth with his fingers. He was none too gentle about it. She didn't expecthim to be. She wobbled a bit on her feet but managed to hold her balance. Herexpanded mouth ached horribly and would continue to ache more as the journeycontinued. He secured it tightly to her head with a strap and then patted heron the head as if he were patting a dog. "All done," he said, satisfied withhis work.
"You should have let me do it," groused the younger man.
"Maybe next time," said the older one with a wink, "She travels back thisway too, doesn't she?"
"I suppose so."
She tried to sit on the bench provided and, after three goes, managed tosucceed in doing it. They watched her and applauded her efforts.
"Maybe he'll get something out of the old bitch after all," commented theyounger one.
"He did the last time or so I've been told," replied the taller one witha glint of pleasure in his eye.
An hour passed and her mouth seemed beyond caring. Her jaw, however, wasn't.Already drool was threatening to burst forth. Good.
"Tight enough?" asked the tall one in a professional tone as he examinedher bonds.
She nodded and a wisp of spittle left the ball and touched her cotton coveredleft breast.
"What kind of a mongrel would send her three times to that bloke?" askedthe younger man.
Someone who really hates you dear?" asked the taller one of her. She noddedand a second line of spittle touched her breast.
But it's none of my business," said the other one. "You gave her the chanceto get out of this. Can I feel her up?"
"Naw!" cried the taller one. "We're to deliver her undamaged. It's in thecontract."
"I just want to cop a feel," the younger one said grinning.
She'd been wondering if she'd have enough sex appeal for them to risk thecontract and possibly a future complaint from her to their boss. Now she feltas if the contract was hanging loose and anything could happen. Part of hercouldn't have been more pleased.
The flight was four hours long and, by the second hour, the cabin they werein was really beginning to hot up. The taller one put on the air conditioningabove his seat and the younger one followed suit. They looked to her but lefther to sweat. It was what they'd been told to do.
The older man took out a bottle of water from an Esky and took a long refreshingswig. He then handed the bottle to his mate who also took a long refreshingswig and handed it back. He was about to put it away when as a seeming afterthoughthe showed it to her. If her tongue could have gotten past the ball she wouldhave licked her lips at the sight of it. He even let the open bottle driftfor a couple of precious seconds under her nose before taking it away.
"Want some, hon.?" He asked, putting the bottle this time up to her eyes.He took some of the webbing of accumulated drool handing down from her mouthand wiped it on her knees. She nodded eagerly and, though her mouth couldn'tsmile, her eyes did their best. They were, after all, so very expressive.
"Sorry, Miss," he said after a moment of pretend thought. "We don't feedor water cargo on this flight. Yes, I know it's been left up to us but I thinkyou can go without unless, of course, you're willing to do something for us."
If she could have shrugged her shoulders she would have. Instead she cockedher head to one side.
"Can we cop a feel then, Miss?" asked the younger of the two, making gropingmovements with his fingers.
"You can't get fairer than that," said the other. "One mouthful a grope."
She thought about it knowing full well they could quite easily force themselvesonto her. The water was tempting, very tempting but not in the spirit of thething. Slowly she shook her head. If they were going to cop a feel it wouldbe on their own volition and not with her blessings. She knew it was a dangerousmove on her part and it felt dangerous but oh so right. What would happen next?Nothing apparently except for her sweating and drooling and aching.
When the plane did touch down in a remote field outside some outback town(part of the contract as stipulated by the organizer was the she was neverto be privy to its locale) she felt exhausted. For the whole flight neitherof her buttocks had made full contact with her seat because of the way herlegs were spread and it took some effort, via the use of her spread out arms,to keep what could be balanced there balanced.
"Maybe on the return you'll be more sociable," opined the younger man asthe helped the other haul her to her feet. She shook her head vehemently preventinga stream of sweat from going into her eyes and stinging them like other suchstreams had.
She was jostled off the plane and into the back of a waiting pick up whereshe was shoved up against several bags of feed and a box full of barbed wireand nails. It was the barbed wire which caught her attention.
"Let's go," said the older man getting into the seat opposite the driver.The younger one got behind the wheel and they were off.
The trip from the airport to their destination was at best rough and rugged.She was bounced around a lot, her arms and legs flailing helplessly, her buttocksbouncing on hard metal and her breasts occasionally doing the same. For onceshe was glad of her extra padding. She suspected the driver was trying to hitevery pot hole he could possibly find and to run over every rock he came across.What made matters worse was she had an itch in her somewhat hairy trianglethat started up when they pulled out and wouldn't stop. If one of the men hadbeen in back with her she would have surely given in to him copping a feel.All he would have to do was ask once more.
The sun was like a blast furnace and it was all she could do to occasionallyblink away sweat from her eyes. She didn't want her mascara to run – notjust yet – but she was certain that it had. She knew her arms and legswere also bursting forth with sweat and she could smell her hairy armpits.Her lips were as dry as parchment and it was beginning to seem she had runout of saliva.
Just as she was about to doze with the heat, the pick-up stopped amid acloud of dust which momentarily choked her. Brutal hands that didn't care whatpart of her they grabbed took her down from where she was to the dirt below.She grunted in protest but no one heeded her. No one cared. She felt happyand apprehensive and worn all at the same time.
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