THE MISADVENTURES OF ZEEK by Long Tall Mary

Zeek was enjoying his prey. Carol, a twenty one year old local bar slut, had been enticed to his ramshackle farmhouse with a promise of fifty dollars’ worth of marijuana, in exchange for a blow job. What Zeek failed to mention was that the sex would be accompanied by bondage, an activity which she found repulsive.

Carol presently was naked and hogtied, lying on Zeek’s bed demanding that she be set free, the pot no longer mattered. “Bitch you will do what I say then you can take your pot and leave”, he replied in a menacing tone, before silencing her protests by inserting a Whitehead style dental gag into her mouth, then ratcheting it open as tightly as possible.

Zeek enjoyed a bitch who struggled to avoid bondage, but with her mouth forced open by the metallic instrument, Carol realized the futility of resistance. Faced with the choice of using her mouth to pleasure him, or being the passive recipient of his ejaculate, she chose the former. After five minutes of her mouth work Zeek climaxed and allowed her to expel the load.

Carol was released from her restraints; she then dressed and departed without saying a word, taking along her pot. It was likely she would never speak to him again, in addition to making others aware of his kinky ways. Such was Zeek’s state of affairs, that he had to resort to such measures to satisfy his sexual desires.

The past year had taken a toll on Zeek, both emotionally and financially. Soon after moving into a renovated farmhouse in the Appalachian foothills of Northern Pennsylvania, his wife had left him, with her distaste for bondage being a major factor. Next he tried his hand at running a meth lab, only to be burned in an explosion. His next venture, running a moonshine still, floundered for lack of demand. Presently Zeek was cultivating an outdoor marijuana crop, selling small amounts on the local market.

At sixty two years old, Zeek had been a draft dodger and acid head during the sixties era. His long scraggly hair and generally unkempt appearance projected the image of a mountain man, but were remnants of his hippie past. Unable to subsist on his monthly SSI allowance, Zeek decided upon yet another venture, operating a house of prostitution, with Marcellus Shale gas workers providing the necessary customer base.

As the operation would require at least one hooker, his first choice was his ex sister-in-law, Amy, twenty two years his younger. Zeek had previously carried on an extra marital affair and was well aware of her sexual attractiveness. She was an independent and assertive type, who would never consent to prostitution, but Zeek had no qualms about enslaving her.

Amy had no permanent residence, peregrinating from town to town, living with and leeching off some sucker, until her welcome wore out and was evicted. Productive employment was not in her genome, indeed her only past employment had been as a legal secretary, in which capacity she embezzled nearly twenty five thousand dollars.

Amy had avoided jail, while being able to conceal a good portion of the purloined funds. Indeed the prospect of tapping into that reservoir only increased Zeek’s desire to enslave her.

Presently in Vermont, Amy readily agreed to relocate to Pennsylvania, no doubt the availability of free marijuana influenced her decision.

Zeek was waiting as she arrived by Greyhound at the bus station in Binghamton. True to form as a slut teaser, Amy was in the close company of a middle aged male she had met on the bus, who was most likely expecting a piece of ass. He was visibly upset when Zeek, in a rather undiplomatic way, told him to get lost. She smiled, thanking the man for having bought her a gourmet lunch at one of the rest stops.

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Amy was attired in a white sleeveless blouse, a short denim skirt and knee length boots, her brown hair extending to beneath her shoulder. At 5’11 and nearly one hundred eighty pounds, her most prominent physical attribute was a set of curvaceous thighs. Her seductive demeanor, combined with her vivacious personality, easily offset her plus size frame and the reality of being a generation X-er.

The trip back to the farmhouse took about an hour. Amy engaged in constant chatter, with her greatest concern being what household labor would be required from her. Zeek assured her this would be minimal and she would be free to partake of whatever marijuana was cultivated, no mention was made of any sexual requirements.

Zeek’s plans were to confine her in a dank basement dungeon for an undetermined period. He was a student of mind control, and was confident that within a short time, perhaps as little as two weeks, Amy would accept her slavery and not attempt to escape. While Zeek was not a visceral sadist, he realized that some physical punishments would need to be inflicted. Her basic regimen would consist of sleep and food deprivation, various forms of humiliation, and of course forced sex.

Upon arrival she was promptly lured to the basement, where it happened without warning. A taser fired by Zeek struck her in the stomach, sending her reeling to the floor in pain. “What the fuck are you doing”, she cried out in obvious agony, as Zeek ignored her remark, knowing that she would fight as soon as she regained her composure.Quickly he cuffed her wrists behind her back, followed by zip ties connecting both ankles and elbows.

A ball gag was applied, while there was no danger of anyone hearing her cries, it required her to breathe through the nose, making it more difficult to physically resist, as well as sparing Zeek from listening to her protests. Using heavy duty scissors Zeek cut off every bit of her clothing, except for her boots, they would be removed later. His plans also called for shaving her full head of brown hair and replacing it with a whorish blond wig.

Amy was then half carried, half dragged, into the small cell which would be her temporary home. The cell, actually a windowless concrete encased room underneath the basement stairs, had been constructed by the previous owner, it might have served as a fallout shelter during the cold war era. It was equipped with a flush toilet, a single overhead bulb provided illumination, this would remain on continuously. Zeek had installed a CCTV system, enabling visual and audio surveillance from upstairs.

The door had been modified so that it could not be opened from the inside, with a heavy metal bar securing it from the exterior. A steel ring had been anchored to the floor, to which was attached a heavy six foot chain, Zeek generously had provided a metal cot and decrepit mattress for her use. In addition extra soundproofing insulation had been installed.

Amy’s next attachment was a leather neck collar secured with a padlock, the floor chain was then padlocked to the front ring of the collar, assuring she would be able to stand up and use the toilet, but not reach the door. Zeek would leave her so restrained for about an hour at which time the gag, ankle and elbow restraints would be removed. Without saying a word he slammed the door shut, leaving Amy to ponder her fate.

It would be necessary for someone to be home at all times to monitor Amy. Zeek simply was unable to do so. Thus he had made arrangements for a live in associate for that purpose, and who was better qualified than a dominatrix.

Mistress Elena, in her early forties, who was facing eviction from her Scranton apartment, was hired for the job. She would receive no monetary compensation, but food, lodging, and of course free marijuana. Elena had informed Zeek she had no intention of engaging in sex with him, or in prostitution, and insisted upon a separate bedroom. Zeek agreed to this, but had no intention of keeping his word.

A few months back Zeek had hired Elena to participate in a bondage session with his then-wife, much to Zeek’s delight when the surprise was sprung on her, she resisted and had to be forced. This turned out to be the last straw for the marriage, as three days later she departed without warning. Currently Zeek was unaware of her whereabouts, but not troubled in the least.

Elena was somewhat of an enigma. While claiming to be an American citizen, her distinctive French accent suggested else wise. She subsisted on SSI ,supplemented by income from dominatrix sessions, financially she never seemed able to make a go of it. Zeek thought that she might be a fugitive, or perhaps an illegal alien, but deemed it prudent not to question her background.

After leaving Amy unattended for nearly an hour, Zeek modified her tight restraints. A leather belt, with attached leather wrist cuffs, was encircled around her waist, he then removed the police style handcuffs and attached her wrists to the leather ones, one on each side of the belt. The gag, along with the elbow and ankle restraints, were removed.

A leather cuff was placed on each ankle. They would remain unconnected until Amy was removed from the cell, at such time they would be hobbled and she would be led by a leash attached to her collar.

Amy was hysterical and pleaded for release, Zeek responded by impassively relating what her future would consist of. One requirement was that each time Zeek entered the cell, Amy would kneel upon a floor pillow and bow her head, until granted permission to move. To demonstrate the consequences of non compliance, Zeek delivered several strokes with a flogger to Amy’s upper body, causing her to cringe in pain.

While Amy would not be allowed television or reading material, she would be forced to listen to music from Serius XM satellite radio over the CCTV. The music would be varied, everything from gospel to hip hop. Zeek was convinced this would further disrupt her mental equilibrium, with the ultimate goal being her acceptance of enslavement, the sooner the better.

Zeek then commanded a blow job from her; she remained kneeling on the floor pillow, while he sat on the bed. Naively thinking that pleasing Zeek would somehow alleviate her plight, Amy delivered the best hands free blow job that she was capable of. Zeek climaxed in less than five minutes, after forcing her to swallow the ejaculate, he slammed the door shut and departed without saying a word.

At 8:30, in the dusk of an unseasonably cool June evening, Elena’s green Dodge Neon pulled into the driveway. Zeek was visibly irritated, she had assured him she would arrive by 7:30, and Zeek had a fixation for punctuality. Elena bore a striking resemblance, both in appearance and clothing, to the vampirish Elvira, with a black beehive wig, low cut black gown and equally

generous cleavage. With a French accent she didn’t sound like Elvira, but a passerby would quickly conclude that, at the least, she was an excellent imitator.

“I thought the bitch would be outside waiting and kneeling to greet me”, were the first words out of her mouth. “She is playing in the woods”, Zeek replied sarcastically, having informed Elena previously that Amy would be confined. “Amy doesn’t know that I hired you, so I will let her know and she will be kneeling in obedience when I enter the cell”, he added.

Elena quickly unpacked and was shown to the basement by Zeek. As she stood to the side, Zeek entered the cell, where much to his embarrassment Amy remained seated on the cot, seemingly oblivious to his presence. At this point Elena took it upon herself to enter the cell,introduce herself, and inform Amy that she, not Zeek, was in charge of the situation.

“Obviously the slut hasn’t been trained well, I know some ways to correct that and she won’t like them”, Elena announced. Taking two lengths of rope, Elena attached Amy’s right ankle to a loop on the right side of her belt, securing it tightly in place. This was repeated with the left ankle, leaving Amy in a modified frog tie, her collar chain remained in place.

“Now it is time for a little massage”, chuckled Elena, as she placed a black leather glove on her right hand. She theninserted two fingers into Amy’s cunt and proceeded to lewdly finger fuck her, responding to her verbal protests by threatening to use a pair of panties as a gag.

Elena spoke in a cooing, baby talk manner, which did nothing to ease the pain of the vaginal assault. After removing her two fingers she quipped “Elena has something for you that will hurt very much”, before inserting all five fingers in the manner of a fist, into her cunt. Amy screamed in pain, causing Elena to smile as she burrowed her fist completely inside the orifice, continuing to coo as she manipulated the intruder so as to cause maximal pain.

“You will thank me for teaching you the error of your ways, next time you will kneel as you were instructed”, prattled Elena, as she removed her fist from Amy’s innards after several minutes, leaving her in obvious pain.

Zeek was infuriated and strained to avoid losing his temper. His plans for Amy called for some physical pain, but fisting at so early a stage was unwarranted. Zeek’s reasoning, however perverse, was that Amy would accept her slavery and forever have kindly feelings towards him. The thought of mindless physical torture troubled him, he was much more concerned with the mental indoctrination aspect.

Equally troubling was that Elena was usurping her authority, while undermining Zeek’s, she had been hired primarily for baby sitting and housekeeping, not to use Amy as a plaything. With Amy locked in the cell, still frog tied, Zeek and Elena went upstairs, where he promptly expressed his dismay at what had transpired.

“Elena will handle the bitch, they respond better to another woman, you aren’t paying me anything so why should I do your housework”, was her imperious response. “I think you need a little discipline yourself”, replied Zeek as he grabbed her by the arm, intending to force her into the bedroom.

Elena suddenly produced a police style blackjack and used it to deliver a hard blow to the rear of Zeek’s head. While it did not cause him to lose consciousness, it disoriented him sufficiently that Elena was able to knee him in the groin, the later blow sent him to the floor on his knees.     

Taking advantage of his helplessness Elena used rope to bind his wrists behind his back, and his ankles together. Her proficiency with ropes was superior, and she harbored a disdain for zip ties and handcuffs. By the time Zeek regained his full consciousness, Elena had placed him on the bed, with another rope looped around his neck and connected to his wrists, the wrists were then connected to the ankles. Zeek was in a rigid hog tie and any struggling would result in strangulation.

Elena then delivered her ultimatum, demanding all of Zeek’s money and marijuana, predictably he claimed to have only fifty dollars cash on hand. This prompted Elena to tape his mouth, then producing a soldering iron and connecting it to an electrical outlet with an extension cord.

“Elena use this as a branding iron”, she chortled as the instrument heated up. Zeek yelled through his gag that he would cooperate, but Elena was determined to give him a taste of thermal torture. After pulling down his jeans, she applied the heated tip to his right buttock, resulting in a suppressed shriek of pain from Zeek.

“Ready to tell Elena what she wants to know”, she asked, preparing to apply the iron to his other leg. Zeek nodded his head frantically with the rope around his neck inhibiting any further movement, as she brought the tip to within an inch of his leg, before relenting and removing the tape.

Zeek then provided both the combination to his safe and the location of his marijuana stash. Minutes later Elena was beaming with delight, having found five hundred dollars in cash and an equal amount of unrolled pot. Now it was time to acquire Amy’s financial assets, but first she removed the rope from around Zeek’s neck, before guiding him down the basement stairs, after which he was shoved into the dungeon cell. Still bound hand and foot, he crash landed on the bed, alongside Amy, who was still terrified and in pain from the vaginal torture.

After removing the chain attaching Amy’s collar to the floor, Elena dragged her outside, leaving Zeek locked inside the cell. With Amy seated upon a couch Elena readied the soldering iron for another application. “Tell Elena where your money is unless you wish your boob to be permanently branded” she commanded, moving the tip to within an inch of Amy’s left boob.

Amy was in no mood to resist and readily stated that eight hundred dollars in cash was concealed in a special pocket, inside her left boot. Elena quickly retrieved this stash before locating Amy’s purse and rummaging through the contents, after finding no cash or ATM cards she concluded that no more cash was to be found.

Elena had pulled off a lucrative heist, thirteen hundred dollars in cash and five hundred dollars worth of pot. It would allow her to relocate to another city, and continue to subsist within the low life culture. She was confident that neither Amy nor Zeek would seek recourse, after all being robbed by a dominatrix is not a matter commonly reported to the police.

Zeek would be left chained, bound and locked inside the dungeon, he was now wearing Amy’s collar. Amy was left in the basement, her collar and leather restraints having been removed, she was now tied up with rope, but in a manner that would allow freeing herself within an hour or so. She would be left in the unlocked basement with the key to Zeek’s restraints at her disposal, his fate would be in Amy’s hands.

It took Amy about an hour to free herself, her first move was to dress. She then entered the cell where Zeek was imprisoned, without removing the padlock and untying him, he would remain there indefinitely. Zeek quickly assured Amy that the two of them would live together happily thereafter, finding some way to make a go of life.

Amy was in no mood to forgive and was determined to wreak vengeance upon him. She did untie him but he would remain shackled to the collar for the near future. Amy calmly related her plans for Zeek, she was inviting Jim, an ex boy friend from New Jersey, to live with her at the farmhouse. They would run the household, with Zeek as their indentured servant.

“Jim is bi-sexual and enjoys having other men suck him off, which is what you will be trained to do, you will be dressed as a female. I’ve always wanted to forcibly feminize a man and now I have the chance, you will remain chained in this cell for quite some time”, she intoned before leaving Zeek locked in solitary confinement.

For Zeek it was bitter irony, the enslaver was now the enslaved, his future in the hands of an embittered slut whose life he had attempted to destroy. Adding to Zeek’s misery, Amy had discovered the CCTV and made it a point to leave the audio on, as she discussed her future plans in lurid detail with Jim over the phone.

THE END

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