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Here I sit in the Village Vanguard on a Thursday evening, listening to Tom Farrell blow some melodious tunes on his trumpet. The music plays on, and it fades as I concentrate on what went wrong during the job interview. It’s been seven months since I was laid off by Dewey, Cheatum & Howe, a white-shoe law firm in the Financial District of New York City. Going from the 57th Floor to the unemployment line isn’t fun.
Hope arrived with a call for an interview with another white-shoe law firm that was looking for a junior litigation associate. The interview went well. At least so I thought until I opened my mail and saw the rejection letter from the hiring partner. Sighs… the music plays on and I’m feeling kind of blue.
Hurriedly, I finish the last of my fourth cosmopolitan as the set comes to an end.
Feeling more than a little tipsy, but I gather myself up and head upstairs to the sounds of passing taxis. I stroll up Seventh Avenue past the hospital and an ambulance unloading some severely injured individual. My mind keeps going back to the interview with the hiring partner, playing back the conversation, and second guessing myself about the answers to her questions. Where did it go wrong? Come on… she acknowledged the impeccable educational credentials and the sterling resume spoke for itself. So much so, she kind of dispensed with the usual interview banter and asked me to join her for dinner.
But where did it go wrong? I was quite the gentleman, deferred to her in every possible way. The conversation covered everything from opera, modern dance, the French Impressionists, classical music and the like. Oh well…. I shake my head despondently, and continued walking towards the Meat Packing District.
The cool air does nothing to clear my head.
It’s about 2:00 in the morning and I’m still strolling down the empty and dark streets of the Meat Packing District. The streets are empty, so I walk in the middle of the street. Hands in pocket and head bowed watching the changing patterns of the cobble stone street. Suddenly, I notice my shadow on the cobble stones, which means that a car is behind me. I move closer to the side-walk in order to let the car go by, but it does not pass me.
Glancing over my shoulder, I notice a black Mercedes Benz slowly making its way down the street towards me. But it is moving too slow. The pace of my walk picks up, and I turn into an alley way…. With my back pressed against the wall and my heart beating hard against my chest, I watch as the black Mercedes Benz goes by finally. At this point, my stomach becomes very unsettled, and I begin to feel a spike in my body temperature, and a little light headed.
Turning my back to the street, and bent slightly over, bracing myself with one hand on the wall of the alley, my stomach relieves itself of the four cosmopolitans. As I straighten up, my legs forcibly buckle at the knees, my arms are pulled behind my back, and a searing pain in my head --- blackout.
All sense of time is lost. And that is not the only sense I’ve been deprived off. My eyes are open, and I can’t see.
There is something pressing on my tongue, and I can’t get it out of my mouth. My arms are bound behind me, and my ankles are bound together. There is some kind of leather hood secured about my head. Panic immediately takes over. All the cries and pleas for help are muffled by the object in my mouth.
I can’t feel anything with my hands since they seem to have been placed into some kind of glove. My legs are bent at the knees and I can’t straighten them out. When I do, my arms are pulled further back behind me. I don’t know where the hell I am….
In time, I sense that something is being placed between my back and bound arms.
The unbearable pain that rushes to my shoulder blades as I feel suspended in the air, and my feet dragging on the floor. I can’t see, or smell anything, with the exception of the leather hood pressed against my nose. Voices are barely audible. But now I feel cold metal moving against my skin up both my legs. More cold metal against my arms, moving slowly.
I’m rolled over, and the metal moves up my abdomen towards my chest. The fear is released in the form of urine, and I scream and beg through the gag. The ankles are released from each other, but only long enough to remove the socks, shoes and the shreds of my pants. I sense cold metal being placed about each of my ankles. My arms are then stretched over my head.
I try to resist… and it is futile. The next sensation is that of pressure on my ankles as my legs are pulled open. Simultaneously, I feel my body being lifted from the floor. Slowly my arms are raised above, my head is off the floor, then my chest, then my thighs, then my knees, then my ankles, and then my toes…. Oh my God!!!! Screams as the pain courses and settles in my shoulders again.
Tears begin to run again down my cheeks. Even more moisture, as the saliva runs out of the corners of my mouth that is gagged by an object pressing on my tongue. Suspended terror.
Hands moving all other my suspended body. Some kind of substance is being placed other me.
Initially, it is cool, and then begins to get warmer. The hands make their way to my genital area. I try to wiggle, but this resistance is met with slaps to my penis. More muffled cries and pleas. The hands smear this substance over my chest, and everywhere else that is openly exposed to their ministrations.
Rushing warm water hits me. Beads of water drip from my suspended body to the floor beneath me. Some kind of narrow metal collar is then tightened around my neck. My neck is then pulled downwards…. .
A low but menacing unknown female voice then whispers in my ear….
“Bitch…. Be still…. . Close your eyes and keep them closed. Make a sound after the gag is removed and you will pay dearly. ”
The leather mask and gag were removed. Within seconds the hands return, applying the substance to my faces. Rubbing roughly in my beard, moustache, and on the top of my head. Water is then poured on the top of my head. Next, some sort of head restraint is secured to my head. Buckles are fastened, jerking my head as each is done. Another kind of blindfold made of leather material is placed over my eyes. My nipples are viciously pinched and twisted. As I begin to scream, another gag is forced into my mouth.
Something is being secured around my waist. My buttocks are spread apart. My eyes almost bulge out of their sockets. Something is being forced past my anus sphincter. No lubrication….
The sheer force of power by someone unknown gets the object fully inside of me. My eyes wide shut. My teeth biting down on the gag in my mouth. Penetration in a vulnerable state further heightens the terror I feel. Gagged screams….
Muffled pleading… Now something is being pulled through my legs. There is next tugging on my flaccid penis. Pressure builds as strips of some sort are tied and my flaccid penis is extended upwards towards my abdomen. A tightness in my groin area is now felt. Feelings of utter humiliation are overwhelming.
My captors are unknown to me. I’m suspended somewhere at my captors’ mercy. Exposed and vulnerable…. . Thoughts racing through my mind…. Fear and Terror.
Eventually, I am lowered. Feet rest on the floor, and standing for the first time. But not for long as I am forced to my knees. My arms are forced behind my back.
Some sort of restraint is placed around my arms and straps are secured under my arm pit and over the shoulder. My elbows are then forced closer together. A hand is placed on the top of my head, forcing it to tilt to the right shoulder.
“Bitch…. Be still…”
A whirling sound, accompanied by prickling sensations in the side of my neck that is exposed fully to my captor, fills the room. I attempt to force my head back up to ease the pain. The side of my face is on fire from the force of the slap. I fall on my side from the slap, and roll on my back. Wincing in pain from the pressure of my body weight resting on my bound arms behind my back.
Then fire cuts across my chest. Something cutting into my chest. Slaps…. Pain….
“Bitch…. I told you to be still…. Now suffer the wrath of this flogger. ”
As much as I squirmed and twisted to avoid the impact of the flogger’s tentacles, they always found me. My captor whipped me until lay limp on the floor with no more strength to resist her will. Sobbing through the gag….
“Bitch…. Now, perhaps you will be still…. ”
The whirling sound returned along with the prickling sensations to the side of my neck. I had no power or will to resist. Just gritted my teeth around the gag and beared the pain as best I could.
Three hours later, the prickling sensation ceased, and was replaced by the smell of alcohol that was poured down the side of my neck. More pain. When would it cease?
I must of lost consciousness at some point because I don’t remember the blindfold being removed. I lay on the floor and through watery eyes I see the form of another body. It lays motionless….
I can barely see…. The body has red welt marks crossing a hairless chest. The figure is bald. I attempt to move closer and at the same time it moves towards me. Like me the figure is gagged….
But there is something protruding from the figures mouth…. I stretch my head nearer to the figure… who does likewise. The figure has a dildo coming out of the mouth. I look down, and the figure has some strange marking on the side of the neck. As I move closer to the figure, it moves closer to me.
It is bound as I am. Who is this person? Bald, no facial or body hair. No identifying features other than facial freckles…. . Oh my God!
Screams! It is me! I’m in a room with mirrored walls.
I roll and see a mirror on the ceiling. Through my unrelenting sobs… I hear that unknown voice speak….
“Bitch…. The marking on your neck is the Japanese symbol for “slave”. That is what you are --- a slave….
The chattel property of another. A slave without any rights, liberties, freedoms, or volition. A slave is what you are and in time you will begin to experience total slavery. ”
I am left in this mirrored room with my tears and fears.
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