Fevered Pursuits

Chapter Three-1

Chapter Three

From Bonding to Bondage

Punch to the gut included, so far everything was just super. The ride in the truck was a breeze – especially with the windows open. The AC was busted and Jeri smoked pretty regularly, so the wind of their passage whipped through the cab.

Perhaps Jeri just enjoyed its buffeting.

It was clear she missed being out there on her bike; at first she was surly and taciturn in the confines of the truck. Choosing appropriately to speak only when it was indicated, Bob contented himself with the flatland version of scenery (endless acres of withering corn in other words) and his own exultant thoughts.

Finally he was on his way! Loneliness and frustration were behind him forever. The love of his life, wife of his dreams and dominatrix of his most depraved desires awaited.

It didn’t bother Bob that they indeed seemed to be taking the ‘scenic’ route. Though the slower pace and less direct approach meant it would take him longer to complete his quest, anything was better than the soul-crushing monotony, i***t fellow drivers and speed traps of the freeways. The fact that they would clearly be camping out in some isolated spot rather than wasting money on motels or sharing some officially approved shelter with members of the straight world the women eschewed and he was now leaving behind too filled Bob with exhilarated trepidation. He rode with a c**k that varied from half-hard to complaining about cramping in khaki as they roared and rattled down disused old roads.

Prejudicial as it was, he had feared his traveling companions would prove to be hulking, beastly bitches.

Hulking Jeri certainly was, and the towering Lilli even more daunting. No doubt all three were bitches too, seething with misandry and wickedly delighted at the prospect of subjugating him. Beastly they were not, however. All three were attractive as hell, and in a way that fed his long-secret fetish for female domination. Lesbians they might be, but beyond all the muscles, short hair and tattoos they were still eminently desirable women. Not even the very unsettling emblem inked on each right deltoid (and sewn to the back of each vest) could alter that.

Bob cut his eyes over to this again as Jeri’s attention was distracted by a particularly beat-up stretch of the former state highway they’d just joined. With Lilli leading the way and Toni riding drogue they shuddered over potholes and crumbling pavement. Bob’s belly fluttered at both the rhythmic jolting and the demon Jeri seemed to aspire to being.

Below a scroll reading “Devil Dykes” was some inspired artist’s naked depiction of one.

Holding a trident in one fist and a cat o’ nine tails in the other, this infernal torturess had the crooked legs and hindquarters of a goat, the pointed, whip-like tail and reptilian wings of a dragon and through some serious skill with a needle, the head and face of Jeri herself.

Except that this Jeri had the horns of a minotaur. The forked tongue of a viper lolled through fangs that would shame a vampire and the eyes were a pupil-less red.

While the arms clutching the weapons were big and muscular, the torso was even more gratuitously womanly. A drop of milk (or perhaps some deranging aphrodisiac serum) depended from the n****e of one enormous breast. Even more disproportional than those honeydew t**s though was the most disturbing aspect of this hellish hermaphrodite. The balls between those satyr’s haunches were like coconuts. And above them a gigantic c**k that curved like a baling hook jutted up, ridged with bony protrusions and spouting steaming semen.

Bob shivered. Jeri noticed, caught him looking and grinned. She reached over and without any warning ground her cigarette out on his thigh. Despite his sudden shocked agony, Bob bit back his cry and controlled his body after a single involuntary lurch. He gasped a minute, blinked the tears from eyes and met Jeri’s laughing, assessing ones.

“Thank you, ma’am. I actually needed that.”

“You’re a man, Bob. You need and deserve the worst we can dish out simply by having that d**k. But you seem like an unusually good choice for a boy-toy.

“Like I told the others, you’re no sissy, and where’s the fun in starting out with one? You’ve got guts and honor and dignity too, which makes punishing and demeaning you infinitely more rewarding. Neither are you a born masochistic – though you’re determined to learn. You are going to make it all the way to Boston, and you’ll make a superb slave when you get there. Kimmy knew what she was doing, grooming you all her life.”

“Thank you, ma’am. I find you honorable too, very worthy of respect and very desirable. When Kim asked what I remembered about you, I said like a typical male asshole that you were hot enough to f**k but that I’d be too scared to try. And that you were probably gay anyway.”

Jeri snorted laughter. Then she corrected him.

“Bisexual, boy, like everyone else in the world. It’s all a continuum. Didn’t they teach you that in college? Just because I prefer girls doesn’t mean it would kill me to bang a worthy man. s****l expression should not be limited by habits, constraints or silly religious taboos – things like child rape and n*********a excepted of course. Every Dahmer needs to die. But I think you’ll also find that every demon needs to dip her wick sometimes.”

To that Bob had no reply. Dreadful possibilities were blooming inside. He searched frantically for a distraction, and pulled his netbook onto his lap.

“Is it okay if I plug this adapter into the cigarette lighter? I’d be honored to light your smokes for you in addition to putting them out.”

“I’ve got a better idea. Do it, turn it on for me, then get ready to switch places. I want to see how you drive. And I want to approve what’s on that thing.”

She slowed and pulled over, giving Toni a hand signal to continue on. By then Bob was using his password to activate the operating system. That done, he set the little computer on the seat, open to the file directory.

Smaller than a laptop, this still had a high resolution nine-inch screen. Bettering a tablet by far, it had a proper keyboard and touchpad and half a terabyte of storage space. Bob had every book, music file, and movie he owned on there, not to mention seasons one through ten of The Simpsons’ and every last episode of Family Guy. No need for anybody’s ‘cloud’ or to worry about the availability of wireless access.

With what must become reflexive deference, he opened his door, climbed out of the truck and waited until Jeri was properly settled in his place before closing it and hurrying around to the driver’s side. By the time he was buckled in, his passenger was marveling profanely at him.

“You son of a b***h. You let me drive for nearly two hours with only my plans for dominating you to entertain me when we could have been listening to Frank Zappa or watching Aliens or Family Guy? I’m going to whip your ass for that. I mean, we were all going to do it anyway, but you’ve got at least a dozen extra licks coming from me.”

“I’m sorry ma’am.” Bob put the truck in gear and sped up after the dwindling lovers. “I’ll take ‘em like a man.”

“We’ll see about that.” Jeri selected an episode and noted the longer run times. “Please tell me these are the uncensored DVD releases. If they were lifted from the TV, bleeps, commercials and all, you’re not going sit down until a week after you get Boston, if ever again.”

“Only the most recent season is the TV version. The DVD isn’t out yet, and I’m complete right up to the last episode. But no commercials, I swear.”

“If I ever meet anyone in advertising I’m going to pulp their balls.”

“I’ll douse them in manure mixed with napalm for you.”

“Good boy.”

They lapsed into a silence of reciprocal approval while Bob concentrated on catching up. Soon enough Jeri had “Peter’s Two Dads” playing, they were back in procession with Lilly still on point and were cruising on into the encroaching evening.

***

By the time dusk arrived Bob’s stomach was cramping with hunger. At the same time he was so fearful and excited that the thought of eating made him ill.

After ten years of fantasizing and vicarious literary madness, after featuring in nearly every masturbatory exercise since it happened, what had occurred at his birthday party after the guys had to leave (or were maybe bribed to) was finally about to happen again. He was going to be overpowered by women. Rendered helpless by them, he’d be punished and sexually humiliated. That none of the half-dozen girls involved before had ever spoken of that night perhaps testified to the shocking extent and power of his reaction to it.

Bob just had some kind of switch inside, no doubt implanted by all the times he’d been chased down on the playground. When activated this suddenly turned on a galvanizing erotic current that he was as helpless to prevent as he’d ever been those endless wedgies. The charge was so potent that ten years later a guy who’d always been able to take almost any drug available without ever becoming dependent still craved its recurrence with an addict’s madness. When Lilli on point raised a different hand signal and Jeri slid over against him to flick the flashers on and off in response, his heart rate kicked up another notch.

“Just turn off the road and follow her. We always camp here before crossing the river.”

“Right on, ma’am!”

She laughed at his excitement as she shut down the computer.

“You can’t wait, can you?”

“Whose fault is that? You missed the big birthday party, but you were in on some of those wedgies all right. I remember now. I can’t help it if you guys turned me into a pervert. I can only live in lonely torment or walk the path prepared for me.”

They clutched each other as the truck bounced through the low dry ditch between the highway and the field beyond. Once they were on a dirt perimeter graded by the endless passage of farm machinery, the ride smoothed out and Jeri responded.

“I always knew you were smart in school. Nobody but you and the teacher knew what the f**k you were talking about in English or History. But now I see you’re wise too.

“I’m going to do what I’ve been asked to do to you. And I’m going to enjoy the hell out of it too. But male or not, slave or whatever, you and I are friends, all right? I’m glad I got to know you better. Even if I spit in your face I still respect you. That won’t be true of the others of course. Forget about it. But trust me: I gave my word to Kimmy, and I always keep it. I’ll get you to her trained up and undamaged like I said.”

“Thank you, ma’am. I’m very lucky in you.”

“Damn straight.”

They continued for over a mile, curving away from the road and along a rare belt of trees. These proved to line a small creek, now bone-dry with the drought. The ground dropped, until first the bedraggled corn and then the earth itself hid them from the road. They passed into the overhang of limp and even crisped foliage and continued on to the very back corner of the lot.

There were no lights or signs of human presence anywhere except for the fact of the vast tilled field stretching away beyond sight. Bob’s queasiness grew with his awareness of how far from any authority other than these women he was getting. He was far out on his limb indeed as he followed Lilli into a quickly darkening cul-de-sac where the creek made an oxbow and the trees grew tall and thick. She stopped and shut off her bike, and Jeri directed Bob to park pointing into a clearing in the deepest pocket of trees right by the bank of the stream.

“Kill the motor, but you can leave the lights on until you’ve got our tent set up. It’s in the back with my bike, in a tan nylon bag. Set it up, move our three packs and bedrolls in there. Kill the lights as soon as you’re done.”

“And my tent and bedroll ma’am?”

“Don’t ask questions slave. Just do as you’re told.” Bob was dropping his eyes and opening his mouth when she cut him short. “Don’t apologize either. Just get your ass in gear.”