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Authors: William Malmborg

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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.

     She kicked her legs, her mind thinking that if she jerked on the rope hard enough something would snap.  Unfortunately all she managed was to create more pressure on her wrists, which was something she couldn’t handle.

     Her body twisted back the other way and once again she was looking at Samantha. 
I’m sorry,
she mouthed, no sound arriving, her lungs still straining to get in normal breaths of air.

     Samantha did not acknowledge her.  She didn’t react in any way at all, her own body slowly twisting away.

*  *  *

     The ache in his groin and testicles reached the unbearable mark six minutes into his ride home and he was forced to jump down from the bike and walk.  While doing this he noticed an obvious increase in the amount of Sheriff Department vehicles that were patrolling the area, but was relieved when none of the deputies paid him any attention.

    
He probably didn’t hear my name, just the screams from Megan.

     Still, he felt very uncomfortable out in the open like this and wanted to get home.  At the same time he knew that pacing himself would be best because he didn’t want any one to think he was running from something.

     No one was waiting for him at home, but just to be sure it wasn’t a trap, Jimmy entered through the front door and then hurried out the back door, Alan giving him a puzzled look from the family room couch where he was watching TV.

     No one swarmed the house upon his arrival, and eventually Jimmy left the cover of the bushes in back, ones that were completely in shadow now that the sun was nearly set, and went back inside.

     “What was that?” Alan asked.

     “Oh, nothing, I just wanted to see something,” Jimmy lied.  “I think Brett was following me.”

     “Again?”

     “Yeah, so I left the bike on the front porch and then ran around to the side of the house and waited.  I figured I could jump him when he tried to take it.”

     “Did he?”

     “No.” 

     “That’s good, but you should have had me hide with you.  I want a piece of that bastard as well.”

     “Oh, sorry.  Next time.”

     “Yeah.  Battle?”

     “Um, okay.”

     The two battled for nearly an hour, Alan winning every game, even the ones where Jimmy should have dominated given the level they chose.  Jimmy wasn’t surprised, though.  While playing he had only been able to think about two things: one being the fear that the police would find him, two being the image of both Megan and Samantha hanging from their wrists.

    
Stop! Stop! Stop!
Megan had cried while Jimmy lifted her off the ground, her words turning into screams as the rope bit into her flesh, her legs kicking every which way in an attempt to relieve the pressure by finding something to stand on. 

     Samantha, on the other hand hadn’t protested at all, her body simply sagging against the ropes as he lifted her off the ground by them, her whimpering the only evidence that she was even aware of the situation.

     Watching them both being lifted like that had been incredibly stimulating and for a moment he had considered sticking around with them just so he could watch as they suffered.  But then the fear of the phone call and what Megan’s father might have heard once again expressed itself and he knew he had to head home.

     He thought about his bondage tapes; the idea of getting rid of them weighing heavy on his mind.  He didn’t want to do it.  He didn’t want to destroy items that he had once waited days to receive, his eyes constantly watching the mailbox, his heart racing every time he saw the mail truck outside, his mind trying to picture what the scenes would be like, but unable to even comprehend what it was he had ordered.  It had been an amazing moment, though one that he hadn’t realized would mark the start of his dissatisfaction with the staged scenes, especially when so few of them had long term hands over the head displays.  He also never again waded through countless hours of piss poor movies just because their was a chance it would contain a hands over the head scene, something which he done for years, first with movies and shows on TV, and then, once he had his drivers license, with movies he rented from every video store he could find.   

     “Another battle?” Alan asked.

     “Nah, I have to get some work done.”

     “Oh, okay.”

     With that Jimmy headed into his room and waited, his ears listening for Alan to head back up the stairs.  Once that happened he dug into his closet and pulled out an old box, one that was completely filled with VHS tapes.  A series of red numbers marked the front of each.  It was his way of coding the tapes so that his parents wouldn’t see the titles if they ever stumbled upon them, titles like
Asian Schoolgirl Bondage Vol. 5
,
Pain and Punishment Vol. 2,
and
European Girls Bound and Fucked.

     The first bondage tape he had ever ordered had been
The Witchfinder
.  He had thought that with such a title the movie would have countless scenes of medieval dungeons where peasant girls were chained up in shackles and tortured without mercy until they confessed.  Instead the dungeon location had been nothing more than a painted on brick wall with modern day bondage items, the girls wearing costumes that didn’t have any historical accuracy to them, their torture more of an erotic torment.  Jimmy had still gotten off on it many times, but had also been incredibly disappointed.

     Other videos hadn’t been so bad, but none of them had ever given him the scenes he really craved.  Even the Internet had been a disappointment, though that hadn’t stopped him from searching out images and videos daily, his eyes always on a lookout for something good.

     The really sad thing was that his favorite bondage scene moments, before grabbing Samantha and Megan, had been ones he had stumbled upon on TV when he was younger. 
The People Under the Stairs, The Lair of the White Worm, Slave Girls From Beyond Infinity, The Howling 2, No Retreat, No Surrender 2, Chained Heat 2, American Ninja 4,
and
Burial of the Rats
had all been movies he saw on TV or rented from the video store without knowing whether or not they would have a scene in it, and watched with growing anticipation as the story unfolded just to see, his heart always starting to race if a female in the movie was ever taken prisoner. 
The Howling 2
was probably one of his favorite moments.  Alan and he had just finished picking out pumpkins to carve for Halloween from a local farm and he had gone into his room to make sure the VCR was taping the movie, which he had read about in
TV Guide
.  The description hadn’t said anything about a girl being strung up from her wrists, but had mentioned they would be in Transylvania and that there would be castles, which meant the possibility of dungeons, which was enough for him to tape it.  Sure enough a scene came on where the main female girl was captured.  After that Jimmy sat down and waited to see where the girl ended up, heart racing, mind unable to focus on anything but the TV screen.  And then the scene arrived.  It started out with the camera zoomed in on a wall of skulls while a girl moaned in the background.  The moan was what really got him excited.  After that the camera started to shift to the left.  Jimmy’s heart raced even faster, his groin tingling, his mind begging for a ‘hanging from the wrists’ scene, and then, there she was, hanging from her wrists.  It was an amazing moment, one which other guys might compare with an early discovery of
Playboy
or
Penthouse
.  Afterward Jimmy had watched the scene over and over again, his hand constantly bringing him to orgasm until finally he grew tired of it and went in search of other scenes.

    
What happens when you get tired of Samantha and Megan?
Jimmy asked himself suddenly.

     An unpleasant answer followed.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Chapter Nine

 

     “Whoa, what is going on?” Tina asked as Alan, Jimmy and she stepped into the school parking lot that Thursday morning, their tired bodies having barely spoken more than simple greetings as they walked toward the school, a situation that was typical given the early hour.  The commotion outside the school, however, was atypical, and for a moment all three of them stopped in their tracks, their eyes needing a moment to take everything in.

     “It looks like they have Sheriff Deputies at every entrance,” Alan said. 

     “You don’t think there was a shooting?” Tina asked.

     “No,” Alan said.  “They wouldn’t be letting anyone inside if there had been.  It’s more like they are directing traffic or something.”  He turned toward Jimmy.  “What do you think?”

     “I don’t know,” Jimmy said with a shrug.  It was a lie.  He knew exactly what was going on, or at least knew what had prompted whatever was going on and now regretted the bag of bondage tapes he had stuck in his backpack, ones that he had planned on throwing away during lunch, because for all he knew they were searching the students. 

    
No, more likely they are asking students questions,
he said to himself in an attempt to calm his mind down. 
You have nothing to worry about.

     Still, bringing the tapes to school had been a stupid idea.  He should have just left them at home and thrown them away that afternoon.  Nothing would have happened during the seven hours he was away.  No one would have searched his room.

    
If they do search your room it’s because they know something and the tapes will just be another nail in the coffin. 

     “Shit!” Jimmy snapped.

     “What?” Alan asked.

     “I must’ve dropped my pen back there,” he pulled an empty hand out of his pocket while saying this even though the pen was still inside.  “I think I know right where it is.”

     “I have an extra pen,” Tina said.  She started to open her purse.

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