The Misadventures of Zeek

MISADVENTURES OF ZEEK Part 2 by Long Tall Mary

The dreadful experiences were indelibly etched in Zeek’s psyche: confined in a dank cell in his own basement, chained to the floor, subjected to beatings andforced sex by his ex-sister-in-law and her sadistic male friend.

It had been an extremely traumatic period for Zeek. The sixty two year old, former hippie of the 1960s had experienced a series of personal setbacks after moving to a farmhouse in a remote area of Northern Pennsylvania.

The culmination of these setbacks occurred after he attempted to coerce his ex-sister-in-law,Amy, to participate in a prostitution operation. Zeek ended up becoming the enslaved, with his money and marijuana harvest stolen by an unscrupulous dominatrix, he had hired as part of the operation.

Zeek was held captive for nearly two weeks, in his basement dungeon, tortured, and used sexually by Amy and her boyfriend. Finally his captors set him free and departed,leaving Zeek destitute both financially and emotionally. If that wasn’t bad enough, an accidental fire destroyed his ramshackle farmhouse.

In desperation, Zeek packed up what little belongings he had left, then set out in his van, for the Adirondack Mountain region of New York. There resided Carmine, thirty two years old, a low life female of Puerto Rican descent, in previous years they had been sexually intimate and jointly operated a marijuana growing operation. Only 5’4” tall and full figured, her sex appeal was greatly enhanced by 36C breasts.

She was currently residing in the home of her ex-husband, after being married for less than a year he died of a drug overdose. She was no longer active in drug trafficking, her current source of income was from a low level prostitution operation, and booking topless dancers, combined with leeching off Sugar Daddy types.

Carmine had done prison time in the past for drugs and was a street wise, manipulative bitch, with a volatile temper; while not personally disposed to violence, when necessary she procured the services of others to discipline her hookers, usually by means of physical torture.

Property taxes were more than three years overdue, yet no attempt was made to evict her; coincidentally one of her clients was the chief county tax collector.Zeek could only hope that she would be in need of his talents and provide him with lodging; his only source of income was a modest monthly SSI allowance.

Carmine was never one to turn away a friend in need, at least in the short run, after that her generosity depended upon what the person could do for her. It was 3:00 on a cold and windy November afternoon, when Zeek arrived.

Carmen greeted him outside, warmly embracing him before they entered the trailer, where Zeek encountered his first surprise. A younger male sat handcuffed to a chair in the living room, his legs were spread and attached by leather straps to the chair legs. Wearing only boxer shorts, a leather hood prevented a full face view. Judging from the muffled sounds he was making, it was apparent he had been gagged. “Don’t worry he is twentyyears old”, Carmine volunteered.

At this point another bare chested male emerged from the bedroom, he was at least thirty, about 6’4 with a well-muscled body. “Master Jack meet Zeek”, said Carmine, the two then shook hands. Master proceeded to pull down the boxers of the captive, and tormenting him by masturbating his cock by hand, but not allowing him climax.

Carmine then explained what was transpiring. “The worm in the chair owes me two hundred dollars for a gig last month with one of my girls, he came here today expecting another gig and not paying for either one, so todays gig will be for free, only with Master instead of one of my girls, Master is one hundred per cent gay, things will get under way in a while”.

The situation left Zeek somewhat uneasy; Carmine sensing this assured him that he wasn’t expected to do any males. Angela, one of Carmine’s girls, was in need of discipline, and would be visiting later. Her transgression was luring customers for private sessions, thus depriving Carmine of her share of the cut. Zeek’s services would soon be put to use.

Zeek couldn’t resist sliding his hand into Carmine’s jeans and groping her cunt. Carmine rather forcefully removed the hand, assuring Zeek they would have sex later in the evening, as well as between Zeek and Angela. “Now we will watch the worm show together”, sheannounced.

Master donned a ski mask before removing the worm’s hood, along with the piece of tape and small rubber ball that served as his gag. The worm pleaded for mercy, promising that he could have the money he owed delivered within the hour. “I don’t want to listen to him anymore”, snapped Carmine.

Master’s response was to force a Whitehead style dental gag into his mouth and ratchet it open; it would serve the dual purpose of keeping him quiet and making his mouth accessible for sex.

Master removed worm’s ankle restraints before roughly forcing him to kneel on the floor. “I’ll help you” volunteered Carmine, who proceeded to hold worm in place from the rear. The assault was passive; worm had no choice than to accept Master’s cock. Rather than force worm to pleasure him with his tongue, Master used a simple technique, sliding his cock in and out of the mouth, as Carmine helped rock his head back and forth.

Master climaxed in about five minutes and worm was ordered to swallow the ejaculate. Carmine then snapped several photos of him in the kneeling position, after which he was placed back in the chair. “I’ll let you go in a few minutes if you don’t get hyper and by the way your debt is waived, if you mention this to anyone the photos will appear online”, she announced. Not wishing to listen to any of worms babble, the gag remained in place.

About fifteen minutes later worm was released without incident; he was visibly distraught, while Carmine was in a gleeful mood. Master also departed, leaving Carmine and Zeek alone.

“I haven’t had sex in a month, you and I are going to the bedroom right now” ordered Zeek, neglecting to mention the forced gay sex with his captor. Carmine did not resist and in short order the couple were lying nude on the bed.

Carmine prided herself on being able to deliver a superb deep throated blowjob, and wasted no time in hardening Zeek’s cock. For Zeek it was the closest to ecstasy he had experienced in some time. After Zeek climaxed, Carmine swallowed his load and the two remained passionately embraced for several minutes.

Business necessity dictated the couple could not continue their amorous intimacies much longer. Angela was due to arrive within the next ninety minutes, and her punitive regimen had yet to be formulated.

After dressing and sitting together on the living room couch, Carmine provided a character sketch of Angela. A thirty year old year old brunette, about 5’8 and one hundred forty pounds, she could be considered a homeless person. Angela lived with various friends, both male and female, for varying periods before being evicted. This included a couple of stints living at Carmine’s.

Angela’s only source of legitimate income was SSI, this was complemented by prostitution earnings. An agreement existed that Carmine would handle all bookings and provide Angela with transportation, since she had no car. Most of the sessions were held at motels, with Carmine having negotiated a generous deal with one seedy motel owner.

Carmine wanted her taught a painful lesson and was willing to defer to Zeek on the specifics. Angela could be expected to physically resist, but Carmine promised to assist in overpowering her if necessary.

Angela had a propensity for alcohol and marijuana, typically she carried a bottle of Southern Comfort in her purse. In Carmine’s opinion she had psychiatric issues, particularly paranoid tendencies. Periodically she would accuse Carmine, or her associates, of conspiring to steal various items from her.

On more than one occasion she had reported such incidents to the police, but they were never seriously investigated. Carmine did not inform Zeek of this aspect of Angela’s character.

Zeek favored predicament bondage; Angela would be forced to stand in the basement, her wrists tied over her head, for several hours. This combined with the judicious use of a flogger should be sufficient punishment for her. In addition Zeek would use her sexually, it was only fitting this be permitted.

Angela had a gig scheduled for ten that evening; unknown to her was that Carmine was aware of this and had arranged for another hooker as a substitute. The john in question was known for his generosity,typically paying three hundred dollars for a thirty minute session, well above the market rate for a marginal hooker.

At 5:30PM Angela was dropped off by a friend. Attired in a dark brown sweater coat, over jeans and a white ribbed turtle necked sweater, she pulled a bottle from her coat and took a swig of Southern Comfort as soon as she entered the house. Carmine introduced her to Zeek before springing the surprise upon her.

“Undress bitch, Zeek is going to tie you up and show you the error of your ways”, Carmine commanded. Modestly inebriated, Angela stood staring in disbelief; she was promptly stripped of her clothing, with Zeek forcefully holding her as Carmine removed all but her bra and panties, her struggles proved futile.Zeekbackhanded her across the face to encourage her compliance, she was then put in handcuffs.

Zeek, having no desire to listen to her vituperative tirades, strapped a ball gag into place. After informing her that Zeek had been hired as an enforcer, Carmine then took the initiative to spell out her transgressions. The most serious of these were booking clientele for private sessions, along with sundry complaints about her attitude, inappropriate attire and habitual intoxication.

She was then forced to the basement; with Carmine helping to hold her in place,Zeek calmly explained to her the steel cuffs would be painful, if she would be cooperative they would be replaced by leather cuffs. The steel cuffs were removed, leather ones attached in their place, and then connected over her head to a ceiling pipe. Using a pair of scissors Carmine cut away the bra and panties, commenting that “she can use some new underwear”.

Zeek took the liberty of groping and examining her nude body. “Not a bad set of tits for her age”, he remarked before roughly finger fucking her cunt. “Show her the whip”, ordered Carmine impatiently,Zeek responded by using a flogger to deliver about twenty lashes to her buttocks and back.

These lashes were far too mild to suit Carmine; intuitively she sensed that some sexual chemistry existed between Zeek and Angela, and for this reason he was more interested in winning her sexual loyaltythan punishing her. Leaving Angela to ponder her fate alone for the time being, Carmine and Zeek returned upstairs.

They had been upstairs for no more than one minute before Carmine’s cell rang.  Unknown to Zeek, the caller was an acquaintance of his ex-sister-in-law. When Carmine finished with the call about five minutes later, she was furious.

“So you tried to make a slave of your sister-in-law and were a transvestite before coming here, I don’t want any she males living with me”, she angrily exclaimed.

Zeek tried to mitigate the damaging revelations, by insisting that Amy had escaped, and that he had never been overpowered. Carmine wasn’t buying it, and continued to hurl epithets at Zeek,in anger he slapped her across the face.

That was too much for the street wise Carmine, before Zeek could react he was pepper sprayed;temporarily blinded he was unable to resist and quickly found himself wearing the same handcuffs used initially on Angela; a cable tie secured his ankles.

Zeek desperately wished to explain the details of his enslavement by Amy, his ex-sister in law, but Carmine had blinded and silenced him by wrapping duct tape around his head several times.

The truth was that Amy and her sadistic friend had held him against his will for nearly two weeks, during which time he had been whipped and beaten, as well as forced to engage in gay sex. There had been no cross dressing, if only Carmine would listen.

What Carmine was listening to was Angela screaming in the basement. Upon checking it was found she had slipped her ball gag, “the fucking asshole didn’t put it on tight enough”, Carmine cursed. That was quickly remedied by using the remainder of the roll of duct tape to cover Angela’s lower face, effectively silencing her.

Carmine was now faced with two problems. The first was disposing of Zeek; she had no further use for him, but the idea of someone else using him as a forced transvestite appealed to her kinky tastes. She had a strong mental block about having sex herself with such types, but didn’t mind someone else doing so.Due to his age he had no marketing potential, so he would be released after a few days of enslavement.

The second problem was how to deal with Angela, who was unaware of Zeek’s plight. Carmine had heard that a new dominatrix, named Elena, had just moved to the area and was looking for work.

Zeek would be dealt with by Master Jack, however he was not available until the next day. This meant Carmine would be forced to keep him at her home until then, a prospect she did not relish. For the time being Zeek would be kept locked in an upstairs closet, after which he would become the property of Master Jack.

Elena was the dominatrix who had overpowered Zeek, before stealing money and pot from him, as well as money from Amy. When Elena heard the description of Zeek, she recognized him immediately and informed Carmine of the circumstances.

Elena by chance had settled into the Adirondack community and had tried to eke out an existence as a topless dancer.At forty years old, 5’8, and full figured, it was an uphill struggle to succeed. When the male manager of the cabaret, made disparaging remarks about her appearance, she reacted by slapping him in the face. Predictably this resulted in her being fired immediately.

She had not yet booked any clients for dominatrix sessions, but had made it known she was available for such purposes. Unfortunately the demographics of the region offered little demand for such services. Now, without any employment, she desperately sought Carmine’s assistance.

Carmine was elated when she learned of the latest development; quite possibly Elena could handle both Zeek and Angela. For Zeek it was an extraordinary confluence of unfavorable events; first that Carmine had learned of his attempted enslavement of Amy, and second that Elena, the dominatrix who had allowed Amy to enslave him, would once againinflict tortures upon him.

Elena drove her beat up Dodge Neon into Carmine’s driveway and exited, clad in an ankle length black skirt and a matching sundry bikini, covered by a full length green vinyl coat. She was wearing her trademark Elvira style, black beehive wig.

Carmine took well to Elena; she exuded kinkiness, both in appearance, coupled with her French accented, broken English. Elena had no qualms about inflicting cruel tortures, for which Carmine lacked the appetite to do herself.

Elena’s first task was to introduce, or rather reintroduce, herself to Zeek. Tightly bound and gagged in a closet, he was unaware of her impending arrival. She removed the tape covering his eyes but left the gag intact.  “My my the closest is a good place for you I think we keep you here for a few hours but you too comfortable”, were the first words she uttered to Zeek.

Zeek’s pleas for mercy were muffled by his gag, not that Elena would have heeded them. She pulled down his trousers and underpants, toying with his cock for a few minutes, but unable to make him erect. “Elena has treatment for wimps who can’t get it on”, she added before threading a black spider plug into his asshole. Without lubrication it was especially painful, “This will make you feel better”, she quipped as Zeek grimaced in pain.

Before leaving him in the closet Elena observed that the steel handcuffs were biting into Zeek’s skin. That was quickly remedied as Elena, an expert with ropes, removed the handcuffs, replacing them with rope. Leaving the cable tie connecting his ankles in place, she used another length of rope to hogtie the wrists to the ankles.

In addition the rope was looped around his neck, just tight enough so that any struggling would result in suffocation. Satisfied that he was bound securely, she hovered above him and hiked her skirt. Zeek was then treated to a trickle of a golden shower to his face.

Elena produced a spray bottle of urine deodorizer from her bag and sprayed the interior of the closest. “No worry about the odor”, chortled Elena, who with Carmine burst into laughter before slamming the door shut.

At this time the cries of Angela could be heard coming from the basement. “She must have slipped the gag again”, Carmine angrily exclaimed. “I can fix that”, said Elena and with Carmine proceeded to the basement. “This is Mistress Elena and she will be using you as she pleases”, announced Carmine.

Angela’s response was to spew a torrent of invectives. Elena then produced a soldering iron, remarking “This works every time”, as she used an extension cord to power up the unit. Carmine was now angry; she wasn’t enthusiastic about Elena urinating on Zeek, but the thought of permanent scarring by branding was too much.

Elena’s response was that “I’m in charge here and it is apparent you can’t control the slut so I will”. “You’re fired get out of my house”, yelled Carmine before grabbing the iron from Elena.

Elena’s then produced her police style blackjack and delivered one blow to Carmine’s scalp, causing her to lapse temporarily into semi-consciousness. It was the same technique used to subdue Zeek at his Pennsylvania farmhouse; Elena prided herself on being able to use the weapon so as not to inflict serious injury.

Carmine found herself in handcuffs before she could recover from the blow, this was complemented by looping a rope around her neck and tying it to the ceiling, effectively tethering her. She remained fully clothed.

Elena next turned her attention to Angela, “We must do something with that filthy mouth of yours”. That something was to apply super glue to two pieces of duct tape, before sealing them over her mouth. “This keep you quiet and won’t be easy to remove”, chuckled Elena.

Carmine was not gagged and for good reason. Elena was determined to steal any money or drugs stashed on the property, just like she had done to Zeek and Amy. The soldering iron was heated up, Carmine’s blouse was pulled up, and the iron touched against her left boob, causing an ear shattering shriek of pain. “Tell Elena where your money and pot are hidden or you will be permanently branded with the letters s-l-u-t”, she demanded.

Carmine attempted a bluff, saying she had only one hundred dollars in cash, along with fifty dollars worth of pot. Elena wasn’t buyingit and once again the red hot iron touched Carmine’s right boob. Begging for the torture to stop, she admitted to having five hundred dollars cash and two hundred worth of pot in a bedroom safe. She also offered to open the safe for Elena.

“Elena is not retarded and can open the safe, I’m not giving you a chance to escape”, as she readied the iron for another application. At this point Carmine volunteered the location and combination for the safe.

Fifteen minutes later Elena returned to the basement with the cash and pot. It wasn’t the most lucrative heist she had ever made, but was sufficient to finance her travel to Florida. She planned to move in with some new sucker, and establish herself in some type of criminal venture.

She had been unable to make a go of it locally, her appeal as a topless dancer was limited and little market demand existed for dominatrix services. Obviously remaining locally was out of the question, as Carmine and her associates would do great harm to her.

Since Carmine had suffered the painful branding, it seemed only fitting that Angela be subjected to some form of pain. Elena, using a rattan, delivered twelve stinging lashes to her buttocks. Angela’s cries of pain, largely muffled by her gag, were ignored. “That should keep you from being able to sit for a while”, chuckled Elena.

Announcing that she had no further need for Carmine’s mouth, Elena applied two strips of super glued duct tape, the same as she had done with Angela. Carmine and Angela were restrained in such a manner that they would be unable to free themselves for hours, if at all, and Carmine risked strangulation if she did not remain standing.

With this in mind, Elena readjusted Zeek’s restraints, instead of the rope hogtie looped around his neck, it was replaced with cable tie restraints, with determination he could eventually escape from them. For this purposea pair of cutters was placed across the room, and conveniently on a coffee table.Zeek was strongly urged to wait at least one hour before freeing himself, with Elena hinting she might not depart until then. Since Zeek would remain in the unlocked closest, he could not be certain whether or not she had done so.

Elena noted that Zeek had somehow expelled the black spider and she decided to remedy it, in a most painful way. This was accomplished bytaking a vinyl butt plug, with side protrusions and a base plate,then burrowing it into the innards of his anal anatomy. The pain of insertion was eased somewhat by the use of a lubricant.

With plenty of super glue remaining in the tube, Elena used it to seal the plate to the anal exterior. “This is very fitting for an asshole like you, but don’t worry you’ll be able to remove it in a day or so”, she said bubbling with glee.

Zeek’s orders were to free Carmine and Angela, and a handcuff key was provided, placed alongside the wire cutters. This only added to Carmine’s anguishwhen informed that their fate was in his hands;Zeek might well decide to inflict cruel torture upon,or dispose of them in some violent way.

END Part 2