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MEMORIES OF LONG TALL MARY Part 85
By Long Tall Mary
Following Jacquelyn’s release my plans were to meet with Shannon at 1:00 in the afternoon, to discuss the possibility of her becoming one of my assistants. No sooner than fifteen minutes after Jacqueline’s release, I received a phone call that was to trigger a major crisis modality.
The call was from Lorraine, the slovenly ex psychiatric nurse, whom was a dominatrix associate of mine for several years. She had abducted Noreen and was holding her for non monetary ransom; specifically sub April was to be deeded to Lorraine, after which Noreen would be released. Lorraine hinted that she knew some secrets, such as the abduction of the Air Force captain, and would use them as blackmail.
My initial reaction was that this was a bad joke and I insisted upon speaking with Noreen. About thirty seconds later Noreen spoke tersely into the phone “please get me out of here, they are hurting me bad”; the phone was taken from her before she could add anything else. Noreen had a sound of desperation in her voice and probably had already been severely tortured and sexually assaulted.
Why Lorraine, a retired and disgraced psychiatric nurse, would have such an inordinate interest in April is difficult to comprehend. She has always favored male subs, but years of drug and alcohol abuse can culminate in bizarre behavior. Abducting a dominatrix, to swap for a sub, is hardly a conventional occurrence.
Pushing two hundred fifty pounds, with her high fashion consisting of jogging suits, and forever lacking in personal hygiene, a dominatrix can loose appeal to her clientele. Her chief assistant, Dr. Yen, had been fired from the same psychiatric center where Lorraine had worked, for patient abuse. The only reason he was of use to her was that he had retained his license to prescribe drugs, which enabled her to fuel that addiction.
I was told by Lorraine to bring April to her house, at which time Noreen would be released. If I came alone I would not be allowed to enter; at the time I had no way of knowing whether Lorraine was aware that April had been sent to TJ for training. Compounding the matter was my reluctance to call TJ; as a known pimp and suspected drug dealer, it was likely his calls were being eavesdropped on. In addition I couldn’t rule out the possibility of complicity by TJ in this affair.
The only person I could trust to assist me was Duke, and I was still humiliated by April’s behavior during the recent session. Duke is largely a mystery in the Syracuse underworld, but his reputation for violence is undisputed. He had been an amateur boxer in earlier years and was later known for his prowess as a barroom brawler-including one at my bar during which his opponent was knocked cold with a single punch.
In the 1990s it was rumored that he was a loan shark collector who had entered a government witness protection program; another was that he was an international arms dealer with CIA connections. Whatever the reason, his residence was unknown, and his visits to Syracuse were infrequent, leading some to speculate that he was a fugitive from justice.
Fortunately I had no difficulty reaching Duke by phone and after explaining my predicament, he readily agreed to assist. For some reason Duke has always held me in high regard and I could only be thankful that I had never incurred his ill will. Duke was not acquainted with Lorraine, but fortunately she was aware of his reputation, bolstering my confidence we would be able to free Noreen.
After cancelling my appointment with Shannon, my prospective dominatrix assistant, Duke arrived at my residence within forty five minutes and we discussed strategy for about fifteen minutes; as Lorraine’s residence is less than ten minutes away, we arrived there in my van about 1:00PM.
Upon knocking on the door repeatedly and not being answered, I phoned Lorraine and demanded she come to the door. She refused, reiterating her earlier demand that April be present. At this time I broke the news that I was accompanied by Duke and if she did not come to the door, we would force our way inside.
This threat proved effective, as within two minutes Lorraine appeared at the doorway to find both the Duke and myself on the porch. After she protested the fact that April was not present, Duke calmly announced he would force his way in, and torture both Lorraine and the pathetic Dr. Yen. After less than thirty seconds of hesitation we were both admitted inside, to the living room.
Yen, longing to assert his masculinity, demanded we leave immediately. Duke’s response was to deliver a roundhouse right punch to Yen’s jaw, sending him sprawling onto the couch. At this point Duke withdrew a handgun from his waist belt and ordered both Lorraine and Yen to the floor; clearly both of them were petrified; since Duke had not mentioned firearms, I was myself surprised, as I am not accustomed to this type of scenario.
It had already been agreed that both Lorraine and Yen were to be restrained so I set about, gleefully I might add, to binding both of them with plastic cuffs in hogtie fashion. The thought of a sixty year old plus, obese and slovenly dominatrix, hogtied does not turn me on sexually, but does satisfy my long standing desire for revenge; this all stems from the time I sent April to Lorraine’s for training, and she ended up being transported by a Black dominatrix to TJ’s mansion.
Lorraine readily admitted that Noreen was in the basement; leaving Duke to guard the upstairs captives, I went to the basement and found Noreen spread out and attached to the wall in a X fashion, with leather ankle and wrist cuffs securing her. She was not gagged, and except for thigh highs she was naked. The cuffs were not padlocked and I was able to release them immediately. Noreen’s back was covered with welts, hardly surprising as Lorraine is an aficionado of the bull whip.
Noreen’s panties, bra, a black vinyl mini and white ribbed turtle neck were in a pile on a chair and I ordered her to dress quickly, there would be plenty of time to ask later. Returning upstairs I couldn’t help but gloat at the plight of Lorraine and Yen; each was hogtied with plastic cuffs and with the pistol brandishing Duke guarding them, neither had anything to say.
Our plan was to leave a pair of wire cutters on the kitchen floor assuring they would be unable to free themselves for at least thirty minutes. Lorraine’s obesity would prevent her from rolling into the kitchen but eventually Yen would be able to do so, but we put him in a separate room to make it a little more difficult. I just couldn’t resist the opportunity to gag the bitch and having found a soiled pair of panties in her basement, these were inserted in her mouth and sealed with two strips of duct tape I had conveniently brought along. Yen was gagged, minus the panties, with duct tape wrapped around his face several times
To further delay their escape I unplugged the land line phone in the living room and along with her cell phone, both were taken downstairs. Duke had earlier warned me not to inflict any tortures upon the pair, and I felt it most prudent to abide by his wishes.
Noreen’s SUV was parked in the attached garage and with the overhead door closed, not visible from the street. Due to her emotional state Duke drove her vehicle back to my home, while Noreen rode with me. Duke left almost immediately and I barely had time to convey my immense gratitude. He stated he was leaving town indefinitely for an undisclosed destination, and suggested I contact him only in the event of extreme emergency; this could done through an intermediary.
Hopefully Lorraine would not be aware of his departure; with Master Joe still incarcerated, I was without muscle should I need it. Still to be determined was the loyalty of TJ and the disposition of slave April. I was sick and tired of the bitch and hoped a buyer could be found for her somewhere.
My first concern was debriefing Noreen, especially ascertaining just what incriminating information was extracted from her by Lorraine. The whole fiasco started when Noreen, hung over from several days of binge drinking, assumed that I no longer desired her services. Noreen took it upon herself to call Lorraine and inquire if her services might be of use to her.
Lorraine is not one to pass up an opportunity to wreak revenge upon me; she assured Noreen her services could be of use, and suggested coming to Lorraine’s house immediately to further discuss the matter. Noreen foolishly accepted, and upon arriving was promptly overpowered by the dynamic duet of Lorraine and Yen.
Noreen claims she fiercely resisted, but was drugged into semi-consciousness after a rag was held over her face; Lorraine has used chloroform in the past, so this claim was credible. Noreen next found herself stripped and tied face down to a metal table in the basement.
Noreen is no stranger to indignities forced upon subs, but being forced to use her tongue on both of Lorraine’s lower body orifices, was the worst experience of her life. Simultaneously she was ass fucked with a hand held dildo by Yen, which was not surprising considering his history of erectile dysfunction.
With the penetration regimen complete, Noreen was attached to the overhead and received an estimated ten to twelve painful lashes on the bare back with the bull whip. Following that she was locked in a cage for the night, and about 8:00AM she was removed from the cage and attached to the wall; the position in which I found her.
Noreen denied revealing any details concerning the abduction of Gwen, the Air Force captain, and claims Lorraine made no mention of it. That left me in somewhat of quandary; was Noreen lying or had Master Joe, or one of his cohorts, made the revelation to her. Neither made any sense.
Fortunately Gwen had never reported her abduction to the police, and shortly thereafter transferred to another part of the country. Thus even if Lorraine were aware of the details, it would be of little use for purposes of blackmail; however I would remain deeply troubled by how she could have learned about the affair.
Ultimately I reconciled with Noreen and she continues to serve as an associate to me. The outcome for April was not a happy one; TJ found a buyer for her, somewhere in the southwestern part of the country. For this I received a paltry five hundred dollars, and an invitation to observe her being shipped.
My sense of perversity was at its acme for this occasion. When I arrived at TJ’s, April was secured in a canine style cage, in the garage. TJ had gone to great lengths to secure her for transport; naked, with leather cuffs securing her wrists to the upper portion of the cage. To silence her she was fitted with a special gag, the airway type used by EMTs, it would allow adequate breathing but prevent any meaningful speech.
She was wearing a metal chastity belt, and I could not help but hear the buzzing of a vibrator; TJ jokingly remarked that he plugged both of her orifices with devices, to better enable her to withstand the rigors of long distance transport and wondered how long the battery would function.
Within ten minutes of my arrival, a Ryder box type truck pulled in the driveway and a plank was lowered from the rear door to the ground. April’s cage was placed on a dolly and she was rolled up the plank and into the cargo compartment. I will never forget the pleading glare on her eyes as I stood back and smiled. It then turned to one of hostility. Within five minutes of the arrival of the van, it exited the driveway transporting April to her new owner, and hopefully a lifetime of cruel and involuntary servitude.
END PART 85
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