The Misadventures of Zeek

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