KRUNK!
Posted: Mon Nov 26, 2018 12:50 pm
KRUNK © John H. Evans, November 2018
Krunk
Chonk
Ghrr – rr – rr – rr – rr - rr – rr – rr – rr – rr - rr – rr – rr – rr – rr - rr – rr – rr – rr – rr - rr – rr – rr – rr – rr – rr
Clunk
Shrrrr
Krrk
Bububuuubububuububub
Aaaaeeeiiii – eh – eh – eh
Bubububuub
Bababbaabababab
Shlampf
Shaff – shaaaaff – shfff
Mumalummumalumamallalum
Beeeeeeee – oooooooooooooo
Boop
Fussssshhhhhh
* * * * *
<White>
<Fibre>
<Layer>
<Hard>
<Light>
<Absorb>
<Bounce>
Thunk – thunk – thunk – thunk – thunk – thunk – thunk – thunk – thunk – thunk .............
Chollonk
Habalaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa
Ssshhh – tttthhhh – ohhhh
<Air>
<Wind>
<Fade>
<Dark>
<Quiet>
* * * * *
Plop
<Growing>
<Trickle>
<Sticky>
<Light>
<Cells>
<Breath>
Plop
Tikatakitikatakitikatakitikataki
Eeeeeeyuuuuuu
<Shadow>
Kkflomph
Gerripppp
Arungh – arungh – arumph – aungh – gerungerunge
<Wet>
<Dark>
<Burn>
* * * * *
<Run>
<Look left>
<Look right>
Shuffarumbalashuffablema
<Hidden>
<Watch>
<MISSING!>
<Scared>
<Stay>
<Sniff>
<Animals, big>
<Walk tall>
<Noisy>
Bdum – bdum – bdum – bdum
<Wait>
<Stay>
<WEIRD!>
<Twitch>
<Stay-move!>
* * * * *
<Dark>
<Warm>
<Sticky>
<Odour>
Shuffashuffashufflufflashuff
Aah –aaaahhh – aaahhh – aaaaaaahhhhhh
Ppsshh – shshsh – shshsh – shshsh
Henawabadibabal
Aahahahah – amaamammaaah
<Move>
<Light>
<Odour stop>
<Person>
* * * * *
Mind’s blank for a moment. That’s not normal for me. I usually think about all sorts, like do I weigh too much? Do I LOOK like I weigh too much? Do I look fat? Do I just look bulky? I always try to make myself look smaller by angling my body, slouching, stooping, sitting, kneeling, crouching and that sort of thing. If I look petite, I’ll be more desirable. Then they’ll take an interest, talk to me, stay with me. We’ll laugh and joke, becoming happier in each others’ company. In time, we’ll be ...
<Imagery and sensations of intimate relations, in a secluded area of parkland>
Afterwards, we can walk over to the ancient canal viaducts. We can climb up the rough, broken stone and sunbathe naked behind the screening walls, next to the cool, clear water that flows from the mountains. If we’re brave enough, we can have a dip and ...
<More imagery and sensations of intimate relations, in water>
Then, if we’re even bolder we can go to Club Shal Ongg and ...
<Further imagery and sensations of intimate relations, with multiple partners in a night club. Fluids spurt all around, on faces, in eyes. Stings.>
Well, we’ll try to avoid that last part. I can’t have eye irritation because it looks bad the next day and may need medication. I won’t appear like that at work. People would notice and ask what happened. That would be awkward, especially if someone found out what I did at the club. Maybe a few of them would have been there. Could I carry on working for the same company if I knew they were there? It might be very tricky indeed or perhaps it would be fine if we were all cool about it. How would I explain it to the manager, though? Would he ever find out? I wouldn’t be too unhappy if he did.
<Imagined pictures of naked manager with gyrating hips>
What’s with me today? I’m the Wild, Wicked, Willing, Witchy Woman of the West, like in that old movie! I need to cool down and think about cleaning up this place. I haven’t dusted in months. The mop in the corner has dust on it! I need to mop three floors and the vestibule. It’s so dull. Those skirtings need a scrub. I’ll have to put on some top class music to power me through this irritating chore. ‘Outta da Stadium’ by Paddle and the Spankers would be great. Do I have that? No, someone must have borrowed it. How about ‘Dirtbox Dip’ by Grubby Moner? Yes, that’s here. Putting it on the speakyplat now. Here it goes. Singing along. Dooba dabba dooba dabba, that’s the intro. Shooby looby kooby snooby! Drop those down, raise it up, pour in some from my shnoovy cup, take some snacks, dip them in, suck them clean, swallowing to win!
<Tolerance limit reached; moving on.>
* * * * *
<Uncontrolled, instantaneous travel with random destination>
<Hard stone, well cemented>
Plgh – skrp – rhf – umalum – skrf
<Dark, moist, cool>
Hashuf – heshuf – heshaf – hishef
<Some kind of worm passing by, using the stone as a leverage platform.>
<Using ME as a leverage platform.>
<Expletive required; will find one later.>
<Damn cheeky worm>
<Mental function improving.>
<Grammar becoming more complex.>
<Vocabulary expanding.>
<Data levels rising.>
<How to escape?>
Plop
Trickle
Slow ooze
<Microbes multiplying and dying.>
Crkl, snp, mth, ccn
<Leaf decomposing next to me.>
<This is torture!>
<Rage>
<Trapped>
<Can only wait.>
<Waiting.>
<Hours grind by.>
<Starting to hallucinate.>
<Flesh man mocks me.>
<Hate him.>
<Target priority>
<Red, shiny spoonbackers crowd in.>
<Annoying underground [expletives], slithering all over me.>
<Lost in reverie.>
* * * * *
<Bright sunlight>
Vvvooossshhh – oooooooooo – hhhuuummm – sshhnnuuuaaa
<Stiff breeze, almost constant>
<People below, standing in formation, rubbing themselves.>
<Parade music, simple and beautiful>
<Salute to me?>
<Unusual>
<Someone speaking; can’t see him; wrong angle>
Brothers and sisters, we are gathered together in this holy place for our annual celebration of the World’s Origin Portal, or W.O.P. for short. We give thanks to the wondrous, many-faceted Portal through which we all entered this realm. By extension, we also give thanks to those among us who possess facets of the sacred Portal.
<Males saluting females throughout the throng>
Although we may have our differences, the blessed Portal remains a constant in all our lives. How could we experience anything of the world without it? How could we learn any of life’s great lessons without the Proper Push and Pull through that magical doorway? We should all praise it, care for it and anoint it with oils.
TO PREVENT SQUEAKS AND JAMS!
<That was a crowd response.>
Now bring forth the great shiny mirror so that the Portal may know itself and bask in its own reflected glory!
<Metallic panels lifted up and slotted together.>
<I am a statue, a sculpture.>
<Mounted on the front of an important building.>
<I resemble a giant, stylised part of the typical organic female anatomy.>
<I’ve had better days, believe me.>
<On the other hand, I’ve had worse days.>
<Fair’s fair!>
<At least I can see some significant people in the crowd.>
<Standard organic ‘humanoid’ folk>
<Boring>
<I’ve seen far too many people like this.>
<I’m so jaded.>
<I hate their regulation, gormless faces.>
<They all need more gorm in their diets.>
* * * * *
<Switch again to ....>
<!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!>
* * * * *
<Total shock>
<Consciousness returning ... barely.>
<Blinding pain>
<Enduring bitterly.>
<Coming around, bit by bit.>
* * * * *
Shlip – shlip – shlip – shlep
<Waves lapping at my edges.>
<I am seaweed.>
<Floating in the ocean at night.>
<Dawn approaches.>
<Bless the chill.>
<Infinitely preferable to previous place.>
<Deep underground>
<A trillion tonnes of pressure on my whole body.>
<Roasting in radioactive heat.>
<Utter torment beyond any normal means of resistance.>
<What next?>
<Dancing on the Sun?!>
<Terror stalks my thoughts now.>
<Helpless>
<Must keep gathering information.>
<Find a way out.>
<If only in death.>
* * * * *
<Where now? I have eyes: open eyes. I have hands. There’s a woman ahead: very beautiful.>
Me: Hey fly girl! What you reading?
Her: Ah, you’re awake.
<She stops reading her book and watches me.>
Me: You look so fine today!
<I feel compelled to rise from my couch. There’s a pulling pain in my lower body. I sit up and look down. There’s a shiny metal lattice over my manhood. It hurts when I move.>
Me: What’s this?
Her: I’ve decided to cage you. It’s time that you learnt discipline.
Me: Why?
Her: Still in denial, huh?
Me: Denying what?
Her: Bad behaviour. It crossed the line to inexcusable lately.
Me: Could you remind me, babe? What did I do?
Her [muttering]: Unbelievable whack move, you freaking tool!
Me: Could you take this off me?
<I realise that there’s also a strong steel collar around my neck.>
Her: That day’s a long way off.
Me: What about this collar too? I mean, how can I make amends? I guess I’ve done something bad to you.
Her: Yeah but worse is what you failed to do. You took advantage. You ignored most of my needs. I hate that I have to point this out to you, mister! What screwed you up so badly that you can’t see it for yourself?
Me: I can please you right now. I still got hands and my fine face.
Her: Now your desperation is clear.
<She seems disgusted with me. She starts reading again. Her movements emphasise her prettiness. Tumescence ensues. The pain below sharpens.>
Me: Ow! This pain’s really deep! Come on, joke’s over. Let me out of this thing!
Her: Hell no. Your best pain relief now is thinking unsexy thoughts.
Me: How can I? You’re right in front of me!
Her: Use your imagination. Think about icebergs or literary criticism: whatever it takes.
Me: It’s no good. Now you’ve said those two things, they’ve become sexy to me. I’ll have to find a way out of this tiny jail.
Her: You can’t.
Me: You got any bolt cutters or angle grinders?
Her: Of course not.
Me: I must have some at home. I’ll go check. Where are my clothes?
Her: All gone.
Me: I’ll find something else, then. Can you tell me where I live?
<She looks at me suddenly.>
Her: You don’t remember?
Me: No, my memories are really scrambled. I don’t even know my name.
Her: Hold on, I have to check something.
<She gets up quickly, leaves the room and makes a call. I go to look at myself in a nearby full-length mirror. I am pleased by the sight of my well-defined muscles, handsome face and tall frame. My stomach is flat, as if I haven’t eaten much lately. I feel strangely empty too. The shiny collar looks good against my dark skin. The only bad thing in the reflection is my sizeable member straining against its unnatural captivity. I start to search the room for cage keys. She returns.>
Her: You’re a mystery today, Tubar. You’re playing a devious game. Could you come over here, please?
Me: Sure thing, babe. Is this some kind of surprise?
Her: You’ll see.
<I follow her to the other side of the room. The wall is solid stone.>
Her: Stand here, please: back to the wall.
<I comply. A strong, hidden magnet in the wall drags my collar onto it. I try to pull away but I can’t. I’m trapped, standing against the wall.>
Me: Hey, what’s this; one of your little games?
<She ignores my question.>
Her: Time for my exercise now. Gotta stay in shape!
<I stop talking as she entrances me with her moves. She begins with lying down leg lifts. Then there are back kicks on all fours. Next there are standing hip rotations. These are followed by bending over to touch her toes. Star jumps come after that. Normally this would be a dream for me because she’s a stunner! I’m seeing everything and it’s all exquisite but today my groin is in agony. My gonads must be turning blue. I begin to sob loudly.>
Me: Why did you hurt me so much?! What did you do to me?!
<She stops exercising for a minute and looks at me quizzically, as if I said something out of character.>
Her: I have to warn you, if you try to pull off the cage, you’ll cripple yourself. It’s secured by a strong lock and six piercings right through the prisoner.
<She stands on a treadmill, activates it and starts jogging. Parts of her bounce up and down. It’s like being in the opening scenes of an adult movie. My great discomfort continues and intensifies. I strive to control myself but she’s making it very difficult.>
Me: How long are you going to keep me here?
Her: *puff* Years and *haunh* years.
Me: Could you turn off the magnet? I can’t stand up forever. I’ll choke when I fall.
Her: When I *puff* want to turn it off *hunth* I will.
<She keeps jogging along on that conveyor. I try to think about neutral things like landscapes and budget statements. It’s a losing battle. Sweat starts beading and running down my body. My legs are beginning to tremble. I can’t see but the piercings might be bleeding. My carnal thoughts about her aren’t going away as the workout continues for another half hour. Her caramel body glistens with sweat as her deep breaths flex her mesmerising chest. She lifts small weights, does a few pull-ups and then works through a long list of dance moves. Finally, she finishes. She’s tired so she calls over two assistants.>
Her: Sheag! Tramue! Shower!
<She goes to a shower area on the other side of this large room. She doesn’t draw the curtain. Sheag and Tramue come running from another room. Their bodies are similar to mine. (She must prefer a certain type of men.) They even have cages and collars like mine. They grab soap and wash her carefully under the hot water. As they do so, she strokes their muscular bodies and cups their cages. They wince as the pressure builds in those cages. She allows them no release. Afterwards, they dry her with warm towels and hot air guns. Finally, they spray her with an amazing perfume. It makes us all a little happier despite everything.>
Her: Back to the renovation, boys.
Sheag: Could we please have some paint and sealant filler? We’re running low.
Her: Tubar will go and fetch it later. He needs to get used to running errands for me. He can ride the pedal cycle with the basket. Bring the mini dress and high heeled shoes for him. After that, do tasks that don’t need paint and filler.
Sheag: Yes Mistress.
Me: Sheag, Tramue, could you get me out of this collar?
<The two men look at me in alarm and shush me silently. The Mistress saunters over to me. She stands three metres away, out of reach.>
Her: You’re staying there for a while, whether you like it or not. If you disobey us, we will kill you. There’s a bomb inside you, just below your stomach. It’s small but powerful enough to cut you in half. We can trigger it anytime, even if you’re on the other side of the world. If you shield yourself from the signal somehow, the timer will activate. You’ll die very soon after. I’ll demonstrate the sound of the timer.
<She touches a hidden switch behind her back. A regular bleeping emanates from my belly. She stares at me, watching my dawning horror. She smiles as I realise the extent of her power over me. My sweating increases. The wobbling in my legs worsens. My heart thumps harder. The one good thing about this is that my male organs shrink and the pain there eases.>
Me: H-how did you get it in there? I d-didn’t see no scar, I can’t feel no cut.
Her: Ever heard of a colonoscope? We used one of those. I know a doctor with no morals. He can fix things in this one spot where they can’t be dislodged naturally. Oh yeah, we cleaned you out first with a water hose. That’s why your belly’s flat now. You were literally SO full of ...
Me: Please! Please Mistress, let me go! I have no memory of what I did before! I’m a changed man now. I won’t cause you any more trouble. Let me out to lead a better, more virtuous life! Turn off the bomb!
<She rolls her eyes, tuts and resets the bomb timer. It no longer bleeps.>
Her: I hate your LIES, Tubar! I don’t want to hear about this ‘amnesia’ again, got it? You’ll take your punishment like a man. Back to WORK, you two!
<Having brought the dress and shoes, Sheag and Tramue leave the room hastily. I’m guessing that they contain bombs too, hence their subservience. Their muscles are well defined. They must work out at a gym. She leaves the room for a while. I remain standing, which is increasingly difficult. I shift position repeatedly as my legs weaken gradually and I struggle to come to terms with being a hostage. Why can’t I move on from this body like before? Presumably I will at some point but it’s random. Meanwhile, time drags on. I think that she’s left the house for a while. I try to break the magnetic lock but it’s too strong and I’m only hurting my neck. Less than an hour later, she returns.>
Her: I’m ba-a-ack and I brought some fri-i-e-ends!
<She and her friends leave all their things by the front door and walk in to see me. They’re all young and beautiful women. They’re nude, fun-loving and seem very close to each other. They’re holding hands and other parts. My host has her arms around the shoulders of two friends. They’re talking about the events of the day, their plans for the near future and their opinions of other people.>
Friend one: Ooh, it’s true! You did get him!
Friend two: It’s quite a collection you’re building, ma cher!
Friend three: Can we touch him yet?
My host: No, he’s not fully secured. Quolla, come here.
<Quolla (friend one) complies. My host takes her arms off her friends’ shoulders and quickly grabs Quolla between the legs. Quolla gasps.>
My host: I’ve got you by the cootch. I can have it whenever I want. I’m THAT important. What now, sweetie? What’s the right response?
Quolla: Oh! Er, I spread ‘em a little wider so you can get a better grip!
<She opens her legs a few degrees. The Mistress puts her fingers in deeper and strokes skilfully. Quolla moans with pleasure.>
My host: Correct answer! Now, go and fetch the special poles. You know where they are.
Quolla: Mmm! Right away, love!
<Quolla leaves her scent on Mistress’s fingers and hurries out. Her larger bosoms jiggle alluringly as she trots along. There’s a clatter as she picks up the poles. She lugs them into the room. Each friend takes a pole. They’re like brooms without bristles. They have long wooden heads. The women approach me and pin my arms and legs to the wall with the poles. Mistress attaches steel manacles to my wrists and ankles. These have thin steel cables attached to them. The cables are then attached to steel pegs embedded in the walls. My movements are almost completely restricted. The poles are returned to their storage cupboard. Quolla fetches some long, thin, electrical devices.>
Friend four: I expected that there would be more kicking and screaming. I know Tubar. He’s been inside me many times. We lived together for a few months. He used to complain and act out much more than this.
My host: He’s been calming down a bit lately, especially today. He was talking about having memory loss. Unfortunately, we’re aware of his deceptive nature. We can’t trust him. He needs tough love.
Friend two: Give me a shock stick. I wanna teach him some manners! I didn’t like the way he treated me last year.
<She takes a shock stick from Quolla and touches my shoulder. There’s a sharp stinging sensation and my arm jerks. It’s painful but nowhere near as bad as my underground crushing earlier.>
Friend three: You’re right, Cudein; let’s get stuck in!
<Friend three is passed a shock stick and uses it on the left side of my chest. Friend four uses her shock stick on my belly. Mistress uses hers on my ‘lying lips’. Quolla targets my right calf with her shock stick. That’s more serious because my tired legs are the only things preventing me from being choked by the collar. They keep shocking me with electric charges all over my body. My skin blackens and smokes in places. Essentially, I’m being branded with small spots. My overall pain levels worsen. My heartbeat becomes erratic. I soon become very scared and sense a rising panic. I can’t speak due to nervous spasms. I lose control of my bladder. My thin water dribbles across the shiny floor. The women are annoyed by this.>
Friend three: As usual! I detest the piddling. Let’s target fingers and toes, girls! Level two this time.
<They hit three fingers and two toes. The current goes right through my body. My nails feel like they’re burning and peeling off. I yell out but presumably no one hears except the other slaves. They move on to all my other fingers and toes. Then they attack my ears, nose, lips and chin. When I scream, Mistress shoves her shock stick into my mouth, scorching my tongue and the back of my throat. In a reflex, I vomit bile. Mistress jumps back to avoid splatter.>
My host: Level three!
<Together, they target the cage. I wail with a raw, ragged voice as my privates are electrically cooked, inside and out. I’m starting to sound like a woman. I reckon my days as a virile young buck are over.>
Friend four: Oh yeah, that’s what I like! You can smell ‘em roasting, can’t you?! I hope that this teaches him to respect us more!
Cudein: Fear, respect, whatever. Any improvement would be good.
<The hot metal is searing through my sensitive flesh. I shout out again and again. I’d like to curse but my mouth isn’t working properly. Mistress crouches in front of me and slides her shock stick up into me. She electrocutes my prostate several times and I come in a series of messy spurts, diverted by the cage bars. Mistress is hit by some of it. Any pleasure I feel is drowned out by suffering and a sense of petrified helplessness. Mistress wipes her face with her hand and then withdraws.>
My host: That’s enough electricity, I think. Now we use gravity.
<Quolla takes hold of the cable on my left leg while Cudein picks up the one on the right. Slowly, centimetre by centimetre, they pull my legs apart. I strain and struggle as much as I can but they’re stronger. They take great pleasure in overpowering me, so they prolong it. After a few minutes, my legs are pulled off the ground into a painful ‘splits’ position, leaving me suspended from my neck. The steel collar starts to bite into my throat. I’m already having trouble breathing; now it gets worse. Soon, my airway is totally constricted and strangulation ensues. I only have a few minutes left to live. Mistress and Friends three and four electrocute my cage again. I gasp and twitch violently, like a fish out of water. My consciousness diminishes. I am barely awake when my arm cables are unclipped, the magnet is deactivated and I topple forward, smashing my face on the hard floor. The five women all come forward to stamp their right feet on my back. I’m a trophy, their latest conquest and they must make that clear to me.>
My host: You’re ours now, Tubar: body and soul. You’ll do what we want or we’ll explode you. Your first job is to go to the hardware store.
<Tubar’s body can’t take any more punishment. He loses consciousness completely. I, on the other hand, am free to move on. The last thing I see here is Mistress kicking Tubar hard in his left arm. She yells at him, saying that he’s a stupid, good-for-nothing layabout. She’s full of spite, rage and frustration but she’s still a joy to behold and we seem to be kindred, domineering spirits. If I was an organic man, I’d be drawn to her like ... a steel collar to a powerful electromagnet!>
* * * * *
Krunk
Chonk
Ghrr – rr – rr – rr – rr - rr – rr – rr – rr – rr - rr – rr – rr – rr – rr - rr – rr – rr – rr – rr - rr – rr – rr – rr – rr – rr
Clunk
Shrrrr
Krrk
Bububuuubububuububub
Aaaaeeeiiii – eh – eh – eh
Bubububuub
Bababbaabababab
Shlampf
Shaff – shaaaaff – shfff
Mumalummumalumamallalum
Beeeeeeee – oooooooooooooo
Boop
Fussssshhhhhh
* * * * *
<White>
<Fibre>
<Layer>
<Hard>
<Light>
<Absorb>
<Bounce>
Thunk – thunk – thunk – thunk – thunk – thunk – thunk – thunk – thunk – thunk .............
Chollonk
Habalaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa
Ssshhh – tttthhhh – ohhhh
<Air>
<Wind>
<Fade>
<Dark>
<Quiet>
* * * * *
Plop
<Growing>
<Trickle>
<Sticky>
<Light>
<Cells>
<Breath>
Plop
Tikatakitikatakitikatakitikataki
Eeeeeeyuuuuuu
<Shadow>
Kkflomph
Gerripppp
Arungh – arungh – arumph – aungh – gerungerunge
<Wet>
<Dark>
<Burn>
* * * * *
<Run>
<Look left>
<Look right>
Shuffarumbalashuffablema
<Hidden>
<Watch>
<MISSING!>
<Scared>
<Stay>
<Sniff>
<Animals, big>
<Walk tall>
<Noisy>
Bdum – bdum – bdum – bdum
<Wait>
<Stay>
<WEIRD!>
<Twitch>
<Stay-move!>
* * * * *
<Dark>
<Warm>
<Sticky>
<Odour>
Shuffashuffashufflufflashuff
Aah –aaaahhh – aaahhh – aaaaaaahhhhhh
Ppsshh – shshsh – shshsh – shshsh
Henawabadibabal
Aahahahah – amaamammaaah
<Move>
<Light>
<Odour stop>
<Person>
* * * * *
Mind’s blank for a moment. That’s not normal for me. I usually think about all sorts, like do I weigh too much? Do I LOOK like I weigh too much? Do I look fat? Do I just look bulky? I always try to make myself look smaller by angling my body, slouching, stooping, sitting, kneeling, crouching and that sort of thing. If I look petite, I’ll be more desirable. Then they’ll take an interest, talk to me, stay with me. We’ll laugh and joke, becoming happier in each others’ company. In time, we’ll be ...
<Imagery and sensations of intimate relations, in a secluded area of parkland>
Afterwards, we can walk over to the ancient canal viaducts. We can climb up the rough, broken stone and sunbathe naked behind the screening walls, next to the cool, clear water that flows from the mountains. If we’re brave enough, we can have a dip and ...
<More imagery and sensations of intimate relations, in water>
Then, if we’re even bolder we can go to Club Shal Ongg and ...
<Further imagery and sensations of intimate relations, with multiple partners in a night club. Fluids spurt all around, on faces, in eyes. Stings.>
Well, we’ll try to avoid that last part. I can’t have eye irritation because it looks bad the next day and may need medication. I won’t appear like that at work. People would notice and ask what happened. That would be awkward, especially if someone found out what I did at the club. Maybe a few of them would have been there. Could I carry on working for the same company if I knew they were there? It might be very tricky indeed or perhaps it would be fine if we were all cool about it. How would I explain it to the manager, though? Would he ever find out? I wouldn’t be too unhappy if he did.
<Imagined pictures of naked manager with gyrating hips>
What’s with me today? I’m the Wild, Wicked, Willing, Witchy Woman of the West, like in that old movie! I need to cool down and think about cleaning up this place. I haven’t dusted in months. The mop in the corner has dust on it! I need to mop three floors and the vestibule. It’s so dull. Those skirtings need a scrub. I’ll have to put on some top class music to power me through this irritating chore. ‘Outta da Stadium’ by Paddle and the Spankers would be great. Do I have that? No, someone must have borrowed it. How about ‘Dirtbox Dip’ by Grubby Moner? Yes, that’s here. Putting it on the speakyplat now. Here it goes. Singing along. Dooba dabba dooba dabba, that’s the intro. Shooby looby kooby snooby! Drop those down, raise it up, pour in some from my shnoovy cup, take some snacks, dip them in, suck them clean, swallowing to win!
<Tolerance limit reached; moving on.>
* * * * *
<Uncontrolled, instantaneous travel with random destination>
<Hard stone, well cemented>
Plgh – skrp – rhf – umalum – skrf
<Dark, moist, cool>
Hashuf – heshuf – heshaf – hishef
<Some kind of worm passing by, using the stone as a leverage platform.>
<Using ME as a leverage platform.>
<Expletive required; will find one later.>
<Damn cheeky worm>
<Mental function improving.>
<Grammar becoming more complex.>
<Vocabulary expanding.>
<Data levels rising.>
<How to escape?>
Plop
Trickle
Slow ooze
<Microbes multiplying and dying.>
Crkl, snp, mth, ccn
<Leaf decomposing next to me.>
<This is torture!>
<Rage>
<Trapped>
<Can only wait.>
<Waiting.>
<Hours grind by.>
<Starting to hallucinate.>
<Flesh man mocks me.>
<Hate him.>
<Target priority>
<Red, shiny spoonbackers crowd in.>
<Annoying underground [expletives], slithering all over me.>
<Lost in reverie.>
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<Bright sunlight>
Vvvooossshhh – oooooooooo – hhhuuummm – sshhnnuuuaaa
<Stiff breeze, almost constant>
<People below, standing in formation, rubbing themselves.>
<Parade music, simple and beautiful>
<Salute to me?>
<Unusual>
<Someone speaking; can’t see him; wrong angle>
Brothers and sisters, we are gathered together in this holy place for our annual celebration of the World’s Origin Portal, or W.O.P. for short. We give thanks to the wondrous, many-faceted Portal through which we all entered this realm. By extension, we also give thanks to those among us who possess facets of the sacred Portal.
<Males saluting females throughout the throng>
Although we may have our differences, the blessed Portal remains a constant in all our lives. How could we experience anything of the world without it? How could we learn any of life’s great lessons without the Proper Push and Pull through that magical doorway? We should all praise it, care for it and anoint it with oils.
TO PREVENT SQUEAKS AND JAMS!
<That was a crowd response.>
Now bring forth the great shiny mirror so that the Portal may know itself and bask in its own reflected glory!
<Metallic panels lifted up and slotted together.>
<I am a statue, a sculpture.>
<Mounted on the front of an important building.>
<I resemble a giant, stylised part of the typical organic female anatomy.>
<I’ve had better days, believe me.>
<On the other hand, I’ve had worse days.>
<Fair’s fair!>
<At least I can see some significant people in the crowd.>
<Standard organic ‘humanoid’ folk>
<Boring>
<I’ve seen far too many people like this.>
<I’m so jaded.>
<I hate their regulation, gormless faces.>
<They all need more gorm in their diets.>
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<Switch again to ....>
<!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!>
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<Total shock>
<Consciousness returning ... barely.>
<Blinding pain>
<Enduring bitterly.>
<Coming around, bit by bit.>
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Shlip – shlip – shlip – shlep
<Waves lapping at my edges.>
<I am seaweed.>
<Floating in the ocean at night.>
<Dawn approaches.>
<Bless the chill.>
<Infinitely preferable to previous place.>
<Deep underground>
<A trillion tonnes of pressure on my whole body.>
<Roasting in radioactive heat.>
<Utter torment beyond any normal means of resistance.>
<What next?>
<Dancing on the Sun?!>
<Terror stalks my thoughts now.>
<Helpless>
<Must keep gathering information.>
<Find a way out.>
<If only in death.>
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<Where now? I have eyes: open eyes. I have hands. There’s a woman ahead: very beautiful.>
Me: Hey fly girl! What you reading?
Her: Ah, you’re awake.
<She stops reading her book and watches me.>
Me: You look so fine today!
<I feel compelled to rise from my couch. There’s a pulling pain in my lower body. I sit up and look down. There’s a shiny metal lattice over my manhood. It hurts when I move.>
Me: What’s this?
Her: I’ve decided to cage you. It’s time that you learnt discipline.
Me: Why?
Her: Still in denial, huh?
Me: Denying what?
Her: Bad behaviour. It crossed the line to inexcusable lately.
Me: Could you remind me, babe? What did I do?
Her [muttering]: Unbelievable whack move, you freaking tool!
Me: Could you take this off me?
<I realise that there’s also a strong steel collar around my neck.>
Her: That day’s a long way off.
Me: What about this collar too? I mean, how can I make amends? I guess I’ve done something bad to you.
Her: Yeah but worse is what you failed to do. You took advantage. You ignored most of my needs. I hate that I have to point this out to you, mister! What screwed you up so badly that you can’t see it for yourself?
Me: I can please you right now. I still got hands and my fine face.
Her: Now your desperation is clear.
<She seems disgusted with me. She starts reading again. Her movements emphasise her prettiness. Tumescence ensues. The pain below sharpens.>
Me: Ow! This pain’s really deep! Come on, joke’s over. Let me out of this thing!
Her: Hell no. Your best pain relief now is thinking unsexy thoughts.
Me: How can I? You’re right in front of me!
Her: Use your imagination. Think about icebergs or literary criticism: whatever it takes.
Me: It’s no good. Now you’ve said those two things, they’ve become sexy to me. I’ll have to find a way out of this tiny jail.
Her: You can’t.
Me: You got any bolt cutters or angle grinders?
Her: Of course not.
Me: I must have some at home. I’ll go check. Where are my clothes?
Her: All gone.
Me: I’ll find something else, then. Can you tell me where I live?
<She looks at me suddenly.>
Her: You don’t remember?
Me: No, my memories are really scrambled. I don’t even know my name.
Her: Hold on, I have to check something.
<She gets up quickly, leaves the room and makes a call. I go to look at myself in a nearby full-length mirror. I am pleased by the sight of my well-defined muscles, handsome face and tall frame. My stomach is flat, as if I haven’t eaten much lately. I feel strangely empty too. The shiny collar looks good against my dark skin. The only bad thing in the reflection is my sizeable member straining against its unnatural captivity. I start to search the room for cage keys. She returns.>
Her: You’re a mystery today, Tubar. You’re playing a devious game. Could you come over here, please?
Me: Sure thing, babe. Is this some kind of surprise?
Her: You’ll see.
<I follow her to the other side of the room. The wall is solid stone.>
Her: Stand here, please: back to the wall.
<I comply. A strong, hidden magnet in the wall drags my collar onto it. I try to pull away but I can’t. I’m trapped, standing against the wall.>
Me: Hey, what’s this; one of your little games?
<She ignores my question.>
Her: Time for my exercise now. Gotta stay in shape!
<I stop talking as she entrances me with her moves. She begins with lying down leg lifts. Then there are back kicks on all fours. Next there are standing hip rotations. These are followed by bending over to touch her toes. Star jumps come after that. Normally this would be a dream for me because she’s a stunner! I’m seeing everything and it’s all exquisite but today my groin is in agony. My gonads must be turning blue. I begin to sob loudly.>
Me: Why did you hurt me so much?! What did you do to me?!
<She stops exercising for a minute and looks at me quizzically, as if I said something out of character.>
Her: I have to warn you, if you try to pull off the cage, you’ll cripple yourself. It’s secured by a strong lock and six piercings right through the prisoner.
<She stands on a treadmill, activates it and starts jogging. Parts of her bounce up and down. It’s like being in the opening scenes of an adult movie. My great discomfort continues and intensifies. I strive to control myself but she’s making it very difficult.>
Me: How long are you going to keep me here?
Her: *puff* Years and *haunh* years.
Me: Could you turn off the magnet? I can’t stand up forever. I’ll choke when I fall.
Her: When I *puff* want to turn it off *hunth* I will.
<She keeps jogging along on that conveyor. I try to think about neutral things like landscapes and budget statements. It’s a losing battle. Sweat starts beading and running down my body. My legs are beginning to tremble. I can’t see but the piercings might be bleeding. My carnal thoughts about her aren’t going away as the workout continues for another half hour. Her caramel body glistens with sweat as her deep breaths flex her mesmerising chest. She lifts small weights, does a few pull-ups and then works through a long list of dance moves. Finally, she finishes. She’s tired so she calls over two assistants.>
Her: Sheag! Tramue! Shower!
<She goes to a shower area on the other side of this large room. She doesn’t draw the curtain. Sheag and Tramue come running from another room. Their bodies are similar to mine. (She must prefer a certain type of men.) They even have cages and collars like mine. They grab soap and wash her carefully under the hot water. As they do so, she strokes their muscular bodies and cups their cages. They wince as the pressure builds in those cages. She allows them no release. Afterwards, they dry her with warm towels and hot air guns. Finally, they spray her with an amazing perfume. It makes us all a little happier despite everything.>
Her: Back to the renovation, boys.
Sheag: Could we please have some paint and sealant filler? We’re running low.
Her: Tubar will go and fetch it later. He needs to get used to running errands for me. He can ride the pedal cycle with the basket. Bring the mini dress and high heeled shoes for him. After that, do tasks that don’t need paint and filler.
Sheag: Yes Mistress.
Me: Sheag, Tramue, could you get me out of this collar?
<The two men look at me in alarm and shush me silently. The Mistress saunters over to me. She stands three metres away, out of reach.>
Her: You’re staying there for a while, whether you like it or not. If you disobey us, we will kill you. There’s a bomb inside you, just below your stomach. It’s small but powerful enough to cut you in half. We can trigger it anytime, even if you’re on the other side of the world. If you shield yourself from the signal somehow, the timer will activate. You’ll die very soon after. I’ll demonstrate the sound of the timer.
<She touches a hidden switch behind her back. A regular bleeping emanates from my belly. She stares at me, watching my dawning horror. She smiles as I realise the extent of her power over me. My sweating increases. The wobbling in my legs worsens. My heart thumps harder. The one good thing about this is that my male organs shrink and the pain there eases.>
Me: H-how did you get it in there? I d-didn’t see no scar, I can’t feel no cut.
Her: Ever heard of a colonoscope? We used one of those. I know a doctor with no morals. He can fix things in this one spot where they can’t be dislodged naturally. Oh yeah, we cleaned you out first with a water hose. That’s why your belly’s flat now. You were literally SO full of ...
Me: Please! Please Mistress, let me go! I have no memory of what I did before! I’m a changed man now. I won’t cause you any more trouble. Let me out to lead a better, more virtuous life! Turn off the bomb!
<She rolls her eyes, tuts and resets the bomb timer. It no longer bleeps.>
Her: I hate your LIES, Tubar! I don’t want to hear about this ‘amnesia’ again, got it? You’ll take your punishment like a man. Back to WORK, you two!
<Having brought the dress and shoes, Sheag and Tramue leave the room hastily. I’m guessing that they contain bombs too, hence their subservience. Their muscles are well defined. They must work out at a gym. She leaves the room for a while. I remain standing, which is increasingly difficult. I shift position repeatedly as my legs weaken gradually and I struggle to come to terms with being a hostage. Why can’t I move on from this body like before? Presumably I will at some point but it’s random. Meanwhile, time drags on. I think that she’s left the house for a while. I try to break the magnetic lock but it’s too strong and I’m only hurting my neck. Less than an hour later, she returns.>
Her: I’m ba-a-ack and I brought some fri-i-e-ends!
<She and her friends leave all their things by the front door and walk in to see me. They’re all young and beautiful women. They’re nude, fun-loving and seem very close to each other. They’re holding hands and other parts. My host has her arms around the shoulders of two friends. They’re talking about the events of the day, their plans for the near future and their opinions of other people.>
Friend one: Ooh, it’s true! You did get him!
Friend two: It’s quite a collection you’re building, ma cher!
Friend three: Can we touch him yet?
My host: No, he’s not fully secured. Quolla, come here.
<Quolla (friend one) complies. My host takes her arms off her friends’ shoulders and quickly grabs Quolla between the legs. Quolla gasps.>
My host: I’ve got you by the cootch. I can have it whenever I want. I’m THAT important. What now, sweetie? What’s the right response?
Quolla: Oh! Er, I spread ‘em a little wider so you can get a better grip!
<She opens her legs a few degrees. The Mistress puts her fingers in deeper and strokes skilfully. Quolla moans with pleasure.>
My host: Correct answer! Now, go and fetch the special poles. You know where they are.
Quolla: Mmm! Right away, love!
<Quolla leaves her scent on Mistress’s fingers and hurries out. Her larger bosoms jiggle alluringly as she trots along. There’s a clatter as she picks up the poles. She lugs them into the room. Each friend takes a pole. They’re like brooms without bristles. They have long wooden heads. The women approach me and pin my arms and legs to the wall with the poles. Mistress attaches steel manacles to my wrists and ankles. These have thin steel cables attached to them. The cables are then attached to steel pegs embedded in the walls. My movements are almost completely restricted. The poles are returned to their storage cupboard. Quolla fetches some long, thin, electrical devices.>
Friend four: I expected that there would be more kicking and screaming. I know Tubar. He’s been inside me many times. We lived together for a few months. He used to complain and act out much more than this.
My host: He’s been calming down a bit lately, especially today. He was talking about having memory loss. Unfortunately, we’re aware of his deceptive nature. We can’t trust him. He needs tough love.
Friend two: Give me a shock stick. I wanna teach him some manners! I didn’t like the way he treated me last year.
<She takes a shock stick from Quolla and touches my shoulder. There’s a sharp stinging sensation and my arm jerks. It’s painful but nowhere near as bad as my underground crushing earlier.>
Friend three: You’re right, Cudein; let’s get stuck in!
<Friend three is passed a shock stick and uses it on the left side of my chest. Friend four uses her shock stick on my belly. Mistress uses hers on my ‘lying lips’. Quolla targets my right calf with her shock stick. That’s more serious because my tired legs are the only things preventing me from being choked by the collar. They keep shocking me with electric charges all over my body. My skin blackens and smokes in places. Essentially, I’m being branded with small spots. My overall pain levels worsen. My heartbeat becomes erratic. I soon become very scared and sense a rising panic. I can’t speak due to nervous spasms. I lose control of my bladder. My thin water dribbles across the shiny floor. The women are annoyed by this.>
Friend three: As usual! I detest the piddling. Let’s target fingers and toes, girls! Level two this time.
<They hit three fingers and two toes. The current goes right through my body. My nails feel like they’re burning and peeling off. I yell out but presumably no one hears except the other slaves. They move on to all my other fingers and toes. Then they attack my ears, nose, lips and chin. When I scream, Mistress shoves her shock stick into my mouth, scorching my tongue and the back of my throat. In a reflex, I vomit bile. Mistress jumps back to avoid splatter.>
My host: Level three!
<Together, they target the cage. I wail with a raw, ragged voice as my privates are electrically cooked, inside and out. I’m starting to sound like a woman. I reckon my days as a virile young buck are over.>
Friend four: Oh yeah, that’s what I like! You can smell ‘em roasting, can’t you?! I hope that this teaches him to respect us more!
Cudein: Fear, respect, whatever. Any improvement would be good.
<The hot metal is searing through my sensitive flesh. I shout out again and again. I’d like to curse but my mouth isn’t working properly. Mistress crouches in front of me and slides her shock stick up into me. She electrocutes my prostate several times and I come in a series of messy spurts, diverted by the cage bars. Mistress is hit by some of it. Any pleasure I feel is drowned out by suffering and a sense of petrified helplessness. Mistress wipes her face with her hand and then withdraws.>
My host: That’s enough electricity, I think. Now we use gravity.
<Quolla takes hold of the cable on my left leg while Cudein picks up the one on the right. Slowly, centimetre by centimetre, they pull my legs apart. I strain and struggle as much as I can but they’re stronger. They take great pleasure in overpowering me, so they prolong it. After a few minutes, my legs are pulled off the ground into a painful ‘splits’ position, leaving me suspended from my neck. The steel collar starts to bite into my throat. I’m already having trouble breathing; now it gets worse. Soon, my airway is totally constricted and strangulation ensues. I only have a few minutes left to live. Mistress and Friends three and four electrocute my cage again. I gasp and twitch violently, like a fish out of water. My consciousness diminishes. I am barely awake when my arm cables are unclipped, the magnet is deactivated and I topple forward, smashing my face on the hard floor. The five women all come forward to stamp their right feet on my back. I’m a trophy, their latest conquest and they must make that clear to me.>
My host: You’re ours now, Tubar: body and soul. You’ll do what we want or we’ll explode you. Your first job is to go to the hardware store.
<Tubar’s body can’t take any more punishment. He loses consciousness completely. I, on the other hand, am free to move on. The last thing I see here is Mistress kicking Tubar hard in his left arm. She yells at him, saying that he’s a stupid, good-for-nothing layabout. She’s full of spite, rage and frustration but she’s still a joy to behold and we seem to be kindred, domineering spirits. If I was an organic man, I’d be drawn to her like ... a steel collar to a powerful electromagnet!>
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