Strictly Evil
by
beck_and_call@hotmail.com
Chapter 2
In five minutes my mind began to clear. It was still a bit numb from
the Chardonnay which I was still able to taste along with Lori's
womanly essence on my trapped tongue. I looked around the room and
thought about my sorry situation.
"It may be as much as twelve hours until the chambermaid finds me," I
shuddered to myself.
My pinioned elbows were causing me distress, as were my constricted
testicles. But my immediate thoughts were on my full bladder. I drank
half a bottle of the wine the previous evening and I would have to
relieve myself eventually, I thought.
In no time at all, my bladder was causing me unbearable agony, and I
just let loose, It was the first time I had wet the bed since I was
five or six years-old. I was mortified and tears welled up in my eyes.
It was also rather painful evacuating my bladder through my compressed
penis and testicles.
That got me thinking about other issues. Thank god I hadn't anything to
eat for dinner, or the chambermaid would be in for a real mess.
My shoulders, severely pulled back as they were, were soon numb. I
didn't feel much pain in them -- only a slight tingling. I hoped that
there would be no permanent damage. I also wondered how I would face
Lori at work, if and when I ever got back. Would I rip into her? I
doubted it. I would probably never want to look her in the eye again
and would hope that she'd never mention this to anyone else.
Somehow I'd managed to fall asleep. I slept in fits and starts for
about an hour. At about 9am, the harsh sunlight unmercilessly broke
through the clouds to wake me up. Lori was thoughtful enough to leave
the curtains wide open to assure me an uncomfortable morning.
Oddly enough, I started to think about by torturing vixen again as her
taste on my tongue started to arouse me. The blood never retreated from
my cock, so I was still erect, but I would soon find myself rubbing
myself on the urine-soaked sheets below me. I thought about Lori and
masturbated myself against the bed. I closed my eyes tight and pictured
her in that adorable floral sundress and her exquisite feet in those
strappy sandals. Faster and faster I rubbed, like a dog in heat. I was
disgusted by the smell of my stale urine, but I blocked that out and
concentrated on Lori. She was cruel, but beautiful and I wanted to
release my pent-up need in the worst way. It was indeed the worst way:
rubbing my restricted engorged cock against wet bedsheets until it
chaffed. I didn't care; I would rub it bloody raw if I had to.
Lori was kind enough to put the clock where I could easily see it. It
was a little after nine in the morning, and here I was at the Holiday
Inn, hogtied and rutting my bed in isolation. But it was no use. The
cock cage was just too tight and I was just too exhausted, horny but
exhausted.
Just then I heard a light knock on the door and it slowly opened. I
shut my eyes tightly and buried my face in the mattress. I heard a deep
intake of breath and the door slammed shut. I looked up and it slowly
opened again. Through tear-stained eyes, I saw her enter and close the
door behind her.
She was a petite woman with long, dark hair tied back in a ponytail.
She had an olive complexion and, underneath her powder blue dress, had
a tight athletic body. She reminded me of an Olympic gymnast. Just then
a knock on the door startled us both.
"Maria? Maria?"
She opened the door only partially, stepped outside, and closed it a
few inches. It seemed that she was hiding me from someone. I heard a
muted conversation in Spanish and soon Maria came back inside my room
and closed the door behind her.
Maria the chambermaid slowly walked up and hovered above me. I wondered
what she was doing. She slowly ripped a piece of paper from my back,
the tape ripping out the stray hairs that I had growing back there. It
seemed that Lori had taped a message to my back before she left. I
didn't even notice. The maid walked closer to the window. I looked up
and saw a message written in Spanish. Maria turned it over and read
what must have been the same message in English. I managed to read only
a few words but caught the gist; Lori basically explained the
situation. I did catch the last two words -- "HAVE FUN!" I shuddered
and turned beet-red as I heard little Maria giggle out loud.
I don't think she spoke any English but I did catch a few words here
and there; words like estupido and other put-downs that I learned in my
High School Spanish class.
Maria went over to the dresser drawer and opened it. It seemed that
Lori left my wallet there and my chambermaid helped herself to my cash,
my ATM card, and credit cards.
Oh, my god, I thought to myself. If I don't check out, the hotel
will just continue to charge me the daily room rate and leave it up to
the maid to see if everything's all right. If Lori keeps mum and Maria
doesn't tell anyone, who knows how long I could be kept a prisoner.
What especially worried me is that Maria had my wallet. She had a good
reason to keep me occupied while she spent my money. The only people
who could save me weren't likely going to. Lori could tell them
anything she wanted to at work. I probably would just back up her story
when (and if) I ever returned.
Maria gently got down on her knees and looked me squarely in the eye.
Her big brown eyes were as wide as an eight year old's on Christmas
Day. She pinched her nose, obviously an allusion to my pee-soaked
sheets, and slapped me with her tiny hand -- hard!
With my cash and cards in tow, Maria left with the "DO NOT DISTURB
SIGN" and put in on the outside doorknob as she left. I started to
sweat until she returned a couple of hours later. It must have been her
lunch hour since she brought a brown paper bag with her and a can of
Pepsi. I heard her behind me eating and watching television, "The Jerry
Springer Show."
The numbness in my shoulders and groin started to turn into a throbbing
pain again and I moaned through my gag. In seconds, I felt Maria jump
on the bed and straddle my back, knocking the wind out of me. She
grabbed a fistful of hair and yanked my head back. Cursing me in
Spanish, she spit in my eye and, taking the Twinkie in her left hand,
she pushed it into my face. The creme-filling went up into my nostrils
and I had a tough time breathing, but managed to force the air out and
maintain a clear passage. Maria left me alone to finish her lunch and
her television show.
I realized at that point how hungry I was. The smell of a Twinkie isn't
exactly the kind that whets appetites, but I hadn't eaten in 24 hours.
Her sugary phlegm started to dry on my right eye. That left me
essentially blind in one eye, albeit temporarily.
Just then the telephone rang and Maria nonchalantly answered it. She
spoke in Spanish but it sounded like she was discussing money, my money
I assumed. Maria eventually left but returned at 5 o'clock in her
street clothes and a duffel bag. What a knockout -- my cock throbbed
again in salute to her exquisite beauty. She wore tight denim jeans
that simply made love to her lithe body and little black ankle boots
that I've always adored. A tight yellow T-shirt complete the ensemble,
Maria's pert B cups standing proudly. She pulled the powder blue
scrunchie from her hair and sat down in front of me, gently brushing
her lustrous brown mane. My chambermaid seductively crossed her legs
and let her right foot bounce and wiggle in front of my upturned face.
She just smiled the whole time.
When she was satisfied with her hair she ripped the tape from my mouth
and the panties from my parched lips. Before I could utter a sound she
stuffed a Twinkie in it. I hungrily wolfed it down. This followed
another then another, until finally, I had consumed six Twinkies. I was
now thirstier than I'd ever been in my entire life.
"Wwwww.......agua, agua..." I croaked.
Maria moved behind me with the duffel bag and removed the cock and ball
harness, at least she tried to. Unless my cock softened a bit, that
just wasn't about to happen. She went to the nightstand and removed the
Bible from the top drawer and brought it over to me. Maria opened the
book to the middle and placed my testicles inside, then SLAMMED the
book shut.
"AAARRRGGGGGHHHHHHH!" I howled, like a pathetic wounded animal on a
desolate country road.
This apparently did the trick because both the harness and ring slipped
off and the circulation returned to my manhood. That's when the real
pain started. The nightmare of numbness culminated in this ungodly
suffering and for five minutes I screamed into a pillow that Maria
pushed into my face. Then she removed a gag from her duffel bag and
inflated it in my mouth until it stretched my jaw. It was hollow in the
middle and she threaded a clear tube through it. The tube was four
feet long and she let the free end dangle on the floor.
My chambermaid let my tortured cock relax for about a half hour until
she slipped what seemed like a condom over it. I would later find out
that it was a Texas catheter and she promptly slipped a 1 3/4 inch wide
hose clamp over it, down to the base, and tightened it. The free end of
the tube was slipped into the opening at the tip and she stepped back
to admire her handiwork.
Maria took a mini boom box out from her bag, placed it on the dresser,
and turned it on. A song from a CD started to play; it was that song
from The Offspring called "Pretty Fly (for a White Guy)."
Maria did a little dance for me and when the chorus started, so did
she.
"Give it to me, baby...Give it to me, baby," Maria sang along to the CD.
My cock started to swell and soon the hose clamp was evilly biting down
on the base of my organ. I suddenly realized what Maria had done. I had
no choice but to pee into my own mouth and swallow. As thirsty as I
was, I don't think I would resist anyway. I just hoped that the hose
clamp wasn't too constricting. It would surely prevent orgasms, but if
it prevented urination, then I was a dead man.
