“Jimmy, why don’t you put the plate in the fridge in case you want some later,” Kelly suggested.
“Okay,” Jimmy said. He had already been planning on doing just that. Moments later the plate was sealed up with saran wrap and sitting on the bottom shelf.
He headed down to his room, his plan being to head to the fallout shelter once everyone went to bed, the way he used to wait to watch bondage flicks he had ordered in the mail or downloaded, the distance between his room in the basement and their rooms on the second floor making it so he could have the sound on low without worrying about them hearing it. Of course, one hand was always ready to mute things if he heard movement above.
Unfortunately, once he was in his room he couldn’t stop thinking about Megan and Samantha, a mix of excitement and terror illuminating the situation.
You shouldn’t have grabbed Megan, his mind would say. Not with her father being the sheriff.
This was always followed by an image of how hot she looked with her hands stretched over her head, her large breasts thrust forward against her tight shirt, her body waiting for whatever violations he had in mind.
The thoughts led him to look at some bondage sites on the computer, his goal being to find pictures similar to the image of Megan that he carried in his mind. Several of them appeared on screen without much effort, but there wasn’t any real thrill or excitement at seeing them. This didn’t stop him from saving the pictures to his hard drive, but it did make him realize he wasn’t going to wait until his family went to bed to go see Samantha and Megan. Nope. He was going now.
* * *
“What are you doing?” Samantha asked.
Megan didn’t answer right away and instead focused on turning her purse upside down. It wasn’t an easy task despite how simple it seemed. Every time she hooked her foot through the strap and tried to flip the purse, her foot would slip free, and every time she tried to simply scoot her foot under the purse and flip it over she would only manage to push the purse farther away. Once that happened she would have to hook the strap again and pull the purse back. It was frustrating.
“What are you doing?” Samantha asked again.
“Trying to get my cell phone out,” Megan snapped.
Anger at herself for not thinking about the possibility of calling someone this entire time was getting the better of her. The fact that they had gone so long without Jimmy coming back also added to this because it would have given her ample time to get the phone in position, get her shoe off, and dial a number with her toe. Now, however, Jimmy could return any second, and would surely take the phone away, especially if he heard one of the beeps.
She just couldn’t believe how stupid she had been.
Five hours.
They could have been rescued by now and Jimmy in custody if she had made the call right away, but instead she had just stood there like a fool, her body getting weaker and weaker, her mind growing more and more terrified.
“Why?” Samantha asked.
“So I can fucking call someone!” Megan shouted as her foot once again slipped free. God dammit!
“Don’t,” Samantha said. “He’ll punish us.”
“Not if I can get the phone out and call my dad before he gets back.” She hooked the purse again and once again it slipped free.
The phone beeped.
Five hours and twenty minutes.
“Megan please!” Samantha cried. “He’ll hurt us bad!”
“Samantha! This is our only chance!” Megan couldn’t believe her friend. “Now help me flip over the purse. You are close enough to tip it with your feet.”
Despite her pain Samantha inched toward the purse, but rather than helping Megan tip it over she kicked it as hard as she could.
“What the fuck!” Megan screamed, her foot stopping the purse at the last second before it slid too far away. “Samantha!”
“He’ll hang me again,” Samantha cried while trying to kick it again, tears falling from her eyes. “He’ll hang me all day!”
Megan tried getting the purse out of Samantha’s reach, and then kicked at her feet. “Stop it!”
Samantha didn’t and Megan was forced to hit her friend as hard as she could in the shin. The impact hurt her own foot and caused her friend to scream again.
“Samantha, listen to me,” Megan said, her voice stern. “We are going to die down here unless someone finds us and this phone is our best chance at the moment.”
Wet sobs were the only reply she got to this.
Megan couldn’t believe her friend, yet knew it wasn’t fully her fault. Still, one good kick and the purse would have been completely out of reach. One good kick and Samantha could have sentenced them to death.
“Samantha, I’m going to get this phone,” Megan said. “Now, if you don’t want to be a part of it just stay right there and don’t move, okay?”
Samantha continued to cry.
“If Jimmy finds out I will tell him you had no part in this.”
“It won’t matter,” Samantha said.
“Are you going to help me?” Megan asked.
Samantha shook her head.
“Fine.”
Megan turned back to her purse and quickly tried to think up a way of flipping it over. A moment later an idea struck and she used her left foot to take off her right shoe, something that would have to have been done anyway once the phone was free, and started reaching into the purse with her toes in an attempt to scoop everything out.
It worked and the phone came free, only it landed face down.
Megan tried to grab it with her toes to flip it, but her socks made it impossible to grab. She needed to remove them.
Beep!
God, he could be here any second!
Needing her other foot free from the shoe, Megan used her right to push against the heel making it possible to slip free. Once that was done she attempted to slip the toes of her left foot into the sock of her right and pulled. Once again the task was harder than it seemed and she spent several minutes trying and failing, her mind growing more and more desperate, until finally she managed to slip the sock over her ankle and then her heel.
Beep!
The sock was free.
Now she just had to grab the phone with her toes, flip it over, and call her father.
Samantha’s foot came out of nowhere and nearly hit the phone, the surprise strike only being deflected at the last second by Megan’s ankle, which hurt.
“God dammit!” Megan screamed at her friend and kicked her as hard as she could, the nail of her big toe cutting in the flesh of Samantha’s calf. “STOP IT!”
Samantha didn’t and Megan was forced to deflect several more attacks and then went on the offensive again.
Beep!
Things settled for a moment and Megan went back to trying to grip the phone, her foot hurting from the battle, her eyes going back and forth between the task at hand and watching Samantha, her mind wishing Jimmy had just left her hanging from her wrists so she couldn’t reach the phone.
It took three tries before she got the phone flipped over. Once that was done she tried using her toe to start dialing, her mind so focused on her father’s phone number that she didn’t even realize she could have just done nine one one, which would have been a whole lot simpler.
Her toe hit the forth button needed. At the same moment a sound echoed from the door.
Oh God!
She found the fifth button and then the sixth.
One more to go.
She heard the door starting to open.
She got the seventh button. The number was complete. All she needed to do was hit SEND.
Jimmy entered the room.
Megan hit SEND.
The sound of the phone ringing on the other end filled the room.
Megan looked toward Jimmy and saw his eyes go wide. At the same moment Samantha managed to kick the phone, which went across the room and shouted that she had told Megan not to call.
“Megan, is
that you!” her father cried in the phone. “Are you all right?”
Jimmy lunged across the room.
“Daddy help me!” Megan screamed. “Jimmy Hawthorn has got us at the Hood place!”
There was no reply. Jimmy had smashed the phone with his foot before she had finished screaming. The question was, had her father heard enough to find them?
* * *
Jimmy looked back and forth between the smashed phone and Megan, panic building, his mind unable to comprehend anything but the words Megan had screamed into the phone: Jimmy Hawthorn has got us at the Hood place!
He didn’t know what to do.
“I told her not to call!” Samantha said, her lips repeating the words over and over again. “I tried to stop her!”
“Shut up!” Jimmy snapped.
“I told her not to,” Samantha continued.
“SHUT UP!” He grabbed her by the hair while shouting this and yanked her head back so that her throat was completely stretched and vulnerable.
“Let her go, you bastard!”
Jimmy turned and started at Megan. Beneath his panic was anger, both at himself and at her, all of which would be taken out on her.
Samantha whimpered beneath him.
He let go of her hair and started toward Megan, who took a few steps back, fear momentarily touching her face before being replaced with one of defiance.
Jimmy grabbed her by her cheeks and said, “I smashed the phone too soon. He doesn’t know you’re here.”
Megan tried to twist free of his hand, but couldn’t.
“And now you will pay for trying - ”
His voice was cut short as her knee smashed up into his testicles, the sudden sharp pain making his entire body seem too heavy to fight gravity as he tried to back away, his feet managing two small steps before everything simply collapsed.
“Try to get it up now you fucking pervert!” Megan screamed.
Jimmy heard but didn’t really register the words, his mind only able to focus on one thing, and that being the strange hollow sensation that encased his groin region.
On the other side Samantha was sobbing uncontrollably.
Jimmy lay on the ground for a long time.
Slowly the sharp pain fizzled into a dull throb, one which was unpleasant but manageable. The hollow numbness faded as well, but didn’t go away completely.
He tried to get up, but his legs were barely able to support his weight, and his stomach turned over.
Thankfully he hadn’t really eaten much so nothing came up.
He stayed on his knees for nearly a minute, his hands palm down on the cold concrete floor helping to support his weight.
A few feet away Megan continued to taunt him.
* * *
Fear crept into her head as she watched Jimmy struggling on the floor, one that competed with the enormous amount of satisfaction kneeing him in the balls had produced. Fear of both him and the fact that her father might not have heard enough to come rescue her.
Please come, her mind begged. Please come before he gets up and hurts me.
Kneeing Jimmy in the groin had been completely involuntary, and was something she would have done to any guy who grabbed her like that. Now, however, a part of her wished she hadn’t done it simply because she knew it had created a pain debt that Jimmy would make her pay. At the same time she knew he would do tons of horrible things to her, so hurting him wouldn’t really matter much. Fighting back was also better than lying down and letting him do whatever the hell he wanted with her.
Still, she worried what the consequences of the knee strike would be, her eyes looking at Samantha while thinking about this.
Her friend whimpered on the floor like a frightened dog, one which feared daily beatings from its owner for stupid infractions.
I will not become like that.
I will not openly show fear.
* * *
It took several minutes, but eventually Jimmy did manage to stand up and move around, his legs still weak yet finally able to support his weight once again.
Anger filled the void as the pain started to leave, but for the moment he held it in check because he knew he needed to see if Megan’s call had accomplished anything, or if he had broken the connection in time.
What if the police are swarming the Hood place?
Jimmy had no idea what his actions would be, but did know one thing; Megan would not live to see the results of her call. No. If it became apparent that he would not leave the Hood place on his own accord then the last moments of his freedom would be spent killing Megan, his hands working as slowly as the lawmen up above allowed him to work.
“What’s the matter?” Megan taunted. “You gonna go home and cry to mommy?”
Jimmy did not reply, though the words did anger him, and continued toward the door. Once on the stairs of the fallout shelter he crept up slowly until his body was pressed against the trapdoor, his hand slowly lifting it so that he would not give away his position if anyone were around.
The area above was silent. Nothing seemed to be stirring around the Hood place.
That doesn’t mean they aren’t on their way.
Jimmy hesitated.
If he went home now he could get a running start if they discovered he was responsible for the two girls. At the same time he doubted he would actually be able to get away, and wondered if it would be better to just stay in the shelter and take all the pleasure he could get from the girls before being locked up.
I should have brought the gun.
With the gun he could hold the police off for a long time, especially if they knew the two girls were down here, his body enjoying them for as long as the food and water supply held out. Things would get pretty nasty after a while, especially without any bathroom facilities, but it would be worth it.
The thought caused the start of an erection, one which hurt like hell yet still felt somewhat pleasurable. It was an odd combination.
Minutes came and went and still nothing stirred, the only sound being a car that drove by on the road, one which seemed to be going the normal speed for cars taking the wooded turn - forty to fifty miles despite the speed limit sign stating twenty five.
Jimmy checked his phone a few times, his mind deciding that if no one came around by eight o’clock it probably meant he was in the clear.
Unless they are at your house.
Shit. Megan had shouted his name before the Hood place, which meant they might know it was him but not where he had them.
Do I have anything at home that could point them in this direction?
Jimmy thought back but knew the only thing he had ever brought back from the Hood place was the gun he had found, one which had been left inside the fallout shelter, the Hood family having probably forgotten it given how many guns they possessed and grabbed while fleeing.
The bondage videos.
Nothing he owned was illegal, but if the police found the tapes they might grow incredibly suspicious of him. Then again, even without the tapes just the fact that Megan had said his name might make them suspicious as well.
Fuck!
He had no idea what to do. A part of him wanted to ride home and get rid of the tapes, that is, if the sheriff wasn’t already there waiting for him. Another part wanted to stay here and take out his anger on Megan.
Don’t be stupid, you can take out the anger any time.
This was true.
He looked at his phone again. It wasn’t quite eight o’clock yet but he had a feeling nothing was going to happen here, and quickly headed back into the fallout shelter. Five minutes later he was back on the surface of the Hood place unhooking his bike from the tree he had chained it to, a chain which he had found in the garage at home and used a padlock to secure. Brett and his friends would need bolt cutters to get at his bike, and he doubted they carried them.
Once free he hopped up onto the bike, and then quickly jumped off with a curse, his mind having not even given any thought to how painful the
seat would be to his swollen testicles.
He tried again a minute later once things cooled off, his movements much slower this time. The pain was still there, but it was manageable.
* * *
Megan found herself struggling for breath minutes after Jimmy left, her lungs feeling as if her breasts and ribcage were squeezing them to the point where they couldn’t expand. Her wrists also screamed in agony. In fact, they had been screaming since the moment Jimmy had pulled her off her feet, feet that were now desperately trying to find the ground.
Samantha was hanging too, though she didn’t struggle, the tears streaming down her face the only sign that she was suffering as well.
Oh God make it stop!
Megan couldn’t take it. Her entire body hurt. Jimmy hadn’t even done anything to her after pulling her off the ground, yet it felt like she was experiencing the worst punishment ever.
And his words as he was leaving promised worse to come when he returned. What could be worse than this?
“Ughhhh!” she moaned while trying to touch the ground. Her feet couldn’t even get close. It was only about five inches below her, yet might as well have been a mile.
And her wrists! God they hurt. The ropes felt like they were chewing their way through her flesh, and beyond them her fingers strained to move around, each one trying to find a spot to grab the ropes to ease the pressure but unable to find a hold.
Torture.
This is what torture was. It was something she had never understood before. Now she knew why people confessed. She would do anything to be let down.
Nothing she could do would work, however, and her body would continue to slowly twist in the air, her feet unable to touch the ground until Jimmy returned.
She hoped it was soon even if worse was to come. She didn’t care what it was just as long as he lowered her.
No, don’t give in to him!
The part that was in pain ignored the words from the stubborn part of her body, a part that was quickly shrinking.
Her body twisted around and came face to face with Samantha who stared back at her.
Megan wanted to apologize but couldn’t find the words and then twisted away, her body unable to control the sway the rope caused.
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