Strictly Evil
by
beck_and_call@hotmail.com
Chapter 3
"Good night, Jason. See you tomorrow morning," my evil little
chambermaid said to me in broken English.
She put the "DO NOT DISTURB SIGN" back on the doorknob and blew me a
kiss. In a flash, she was gone.
I would soon learn that the human waste recycling apparatus that Maria
set up was indeed workable. The urine went from my bladder, traveled up
the tube, and down my throat. When my belly filled, the process started
over again. Although I caught a few winks here and there, the next
morning, when Maria returned, I was both exhausted and queasy. But I
couldn't vomit, not unless I wanted to choke to death.
Maria released the rope that bound my elbows, and the feeling slowly
rushed back into my shoulders. I would need a chiropractor, definitely,
and a doctor, maybe, to tend to me. But I had more important and
immediate things to tend to, like how to explain my absence from work
the previous day.
Maria undid my hogtie and put the key to the handcuffs on top of my
wallet which lay on the nightstand. She was dressed in her street
clothes: a miniskirt, and cowboy boots. Apparently it was her day off.
She kissed me on the head and with a simple "adios," left the room.
With great difficulty, I struggled to my feet. I was weak and woozy
from lack of nourishment and fresh water but I somehow managed to free
my hands. Not surprisingly, my wallet had no cash, but my ATM and
credit cards remained. Like an idiot, I wrote the PIN number for my
bank cards (my maternal grandfather's birthday) on the back of my
Social Security card.
I made a couple of telephone calls and soon discovered that my bank
account was cleared out and my credit limit was reached, even on my
Chevron account. I wonder how Maria did that so quickly. That was $4000
in my checking and $2500 on my bank card. How would I pay my rent? It
was due the following week.
Luckily, Maria took care of my hotel bill and left my clothes. I
stumbled home, shaved and showered, and wolfed down four scrambled
eggs, four pieces of wheat toast with butter, and a whole carafe of
Maxwell House. I somehow made it into work almost two hours late.
"Jason, what happened to you? You look like hell. Where were you
yesterday?" my boss jumped at me. Luckily, she looked more concerned
than angry.
"Uuuhhh...food poisoning. I'm all right now," I told her.
"Nonsense," she said. "I'll have the new girl drive you home. You're in
no condition to operate a car."
I hung my head. Five minutes later, Lori exited the boss's office and
approached me.
"C'mon lover, let's go home," Lori purred as she winked at me.
I followed her to my car meekly and handed her my keys. Lori looked
around carefully and opened the trunk.
"Surely you don't expect to ride in the car with me, do you?" She
didn't wait for a response. "Get in."
Lori must have taken the scenic route because my head was knocked
silly. When we finally pulled into my apartment's parking area, I was
seeing double. Lori opened the trunk and we walked to my door.
"Ladies first," I said.
THWACK! Lori slapped me hard across my cheek and I saw stars.
"Sarcasm will get you nowhere, you little bitch," she hissed.
"I'm sorry," I humbly replied, and cast my eyes downward, wondering
what happened the the sugar and spice side of her.
"Go run me a bath, bitch, and be quick about it."
I followed her orders as she looked around my apartment and basically
made herself at home. I also tidied up the bathroom for her.
"Your bath is ready."
THWACK! THWACK! This time Lori hit me across both cheeks with the palm
of each hand.
"Shouldn't that be, 'Your bath is ready Mistress?'" Lori shot back.
I repeated the line correctly and she invited me into the bathroom.
"Remove my pumps with your mouth, bitch. But if you get teeth marks on
the leather or any slut saliva on it, your balls are mine...they're
mine anyway but if you disappoint me, I'll use them for jewelry. Maybe
I'll make you wear them as jewelry. That would be ironic, wouldn't it?"
Lori pondered.
She made it extremely difficult for me and didn't cross her legs. I had
to get down on my chest but managed to get her 2½ inch heel between
my lips. With great difficulty, I pulled off her left shoe without
using my teeth and repeated the process with the other.
Lori ran her black nylon-covered toes across my face and over my lips.
"You think you're cute don't you, bitch? All the little girlies at work
probably fawn all over you, don't they?"
I thought it was a rhetorical question and didn't answer.
"I SAID DON'T THEY?!" Lori repeated, shoving her entire left ped toward
the back of my throat.
"Ymmmmmfffff...Mffffftrsss" was my muffled reply.
Lori giggled and added "While I take my bath, I want you to buy some
decent food for this dump. I took a look at your fridge and cupboards.
All crap! Junk food! I want you to buy some good food...and some nice
wine," she added.
"With all due respect, Mistress, I have no money."
"Look, bitch, I noticed that nice watch in your top dresser drawer.
Pawn the damn thing and go shopping for me."
Lori then slammed the bathroom door in my face and turned on the
bathroom radio, loudly, to a top 40 station.
"Damn, she found my good watch," I thought to myself. "It was probably
worth a grand but how much could I pawn it for? Before Lori mentioned
it, I was considering it myself to pawn it for the much-needed cash.
But now I was going to have to pawn it for her."
I had to drive about 20 minutes out of my way to the pawn shop and made
it back to my apartment with the groceries in 90 minutes. I got $200
for the watch and spent $100. I put a hundred dollar bill in my sock,
inside my shoe.
When I entered my apartment, Lori was on my couch in my blue terry
robe, brushing out her hair. She was nude under the robe and had her
legs crossed. Her feet were elegantly pedicured. Her toes were as
lovely as her face. Lori was indeed lovely, but oh, so cruel.
"I expect lunch on the table in an hour. Call me when it's ready. Oh,
and one more thing. I want you totally nude when I return."
Lori then took my "Entertainment Weekly" magazine from the coffee table
and went into my bedroom, closing the door behind her.
I disrobed, then made Lori a Chinese chicken salad and opened a bottle
of white wine for her. It felt ridiculous cooking in the nude.
"Mmmmmmm...my compliments to the chef," Lori said, tasting her first
morsel of broiled chicken. "Oh, I almost forgot, bitch. Your lunch is
waiting for you in the bathroom."
Our eyes met. Lori had a an impish gleam in her eye.
"It's in the tub. You get to drink my dirty bathwater. Consider
yourself lucky, bitch. It could have been a lot worse."
I excused myself and went into the bathroom. I looked down into the tub
at the soapy, filmy water and dipped my hand into it. It was about room
temperature. There must have been 20 gallons of water in the tub. There
was no way I could drink all of it. I got down on my knees for a closer
inspection. I could also see stray hairs floating in the dirty
bathwater. Just then, I felt a sharp blow to the back of my head. Lori
had kicked me with her bare foot.
"Get started, bitch. It should take you all day and night, if you're
lucky, that is. You better be through by tomorrow morning though. If
you're not, then you don't get to go to work tomorrow, and we all know
how important your job is now that you're broke. Oh, by the way, if I
catch you cheating...like, say, opening the drain...then you get to
start from square one. I like taking baths. Good luck and god bless,
and NO HANDS! Remember, you are not to leave the bathroom until you are
done," she added as she cuffed my hands behind my back, her voice
dripping with cruelty.
I breathed in deeply. Lori must have had some bath oils in her purse.
It smelled of lilacs. I put my lips to the water and took a sip. It was
bitter, but I continued until my knees ached and my neck was stiff. For
three hours I drank, got up, urinated in the toilet, then immediately
retreated to my knees again, and repeated the process. I looked down
into the tub. It looked as though I hardly made a dent. After another
two hours Lori entered the bathroom. She blindfolded me with one of her
dirty nylons while she tinkled in the toilet, then removed it when she
left. I sometimes heard her in the other rooms of my apartment, but
sometimes it was quiet. At one point, I think she might have left and
returned to work. There were no clocks in the bathroom, and Lori had
already removed the radio, so I really had no idea what time it was.
The bathroom was windowless as well.
I finally made some headway and it looked as though I was halfway
through my task when I heard what I think was the front door opening.
Minutes later, Lori entered the bathroom.
"Hello bitch. I just came from a delicious lobster dinner courtesy of
that 100 dollar bill that I found rolled up in your filthy sock. Our
boss thanks you as well, although she thinks that I treated her. I
think she's quite fond of me but is losing patience with you."
Lori blindfolded me again, but this time it sounded as though she was
evacuating her bowels.
"So, bitch, how's it going? Now, you make sure that you swallow all of
my cute little hairs, okay? If you don't, I may have some bigger things
for you to swallow."
With that admonition, I heard the toilet flush as Lori removed my
blindfold and closed the door behind her. I shivered, but my cock
jutted obscenely in front of me and painfully stabbed the porcelain tub
wall.
I must have urinated a hundred times that day and night, but I was
beginning to see light at the end of the tunnel. Only an inch or two
remained when Lori once again entered the bathroom. She looked as
though she slept for hours.
"Still not done yet, bitch? I'm having breakfast. I expect to shower
when I'm through. I expect an empty tub...no hairs!"
I smelled coffee brewing, just what I needed to urge me on. The tub was
soon empty, only a few hairs remained: some long ones from atop Lori's
head, some short and wiry from her pubic mound. My weary tongue
collected them all, then I stood up and walked over to the sink. I ran
the cold water, cupped my hands, and in one mighty gulp, washed Lori's
hairs down my throat, coughing and gagging the whole time. My Mistress'
lovely visage soon appeared from behind the door.
"Good bitch. Very good. You may go to the kitchen and eat my leftovers
while I shower. We have a busy day of catch-up to do at work today. We
don't want to disappoint the boss lady now, do we? I hear that you're
already on her shit list."
