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Subject: {ASSM} STORY Cabin Fever 7.F (m/m b and d)
Date: Tue, 11 Apr 2000 06:10:08 -0400
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Cabin Fever (7.F)
(NOTE:...the unedited transcript below is from a recently completed
cyber/roleplay scene ...other than fixing some (not all) typos it reads exactly
as it has been improvised online via an AOL IM...it is being submitted for your
possible entertainment...we assume you are over 18 and wish to read a story
containing sexual content...)
PART THIRTYFIVE...Aftermath
[you sit in the dark... alone in your apartment... turning the folded piece of
paper over and over in your left hand...
the past days are mercifully a blur... you've been in and out of police
stations and hospitals... telling cops and FBI agents everything you know...
some have been sympathetic... most have treated you with disdain... the video
tape had so muddied the waters of the case that you were being investigated as
much as the perpetrators were...you had become a joke more than a victim to
them...
fbi agent peter kryshack had been kinder than most... seeing to it you received
medical and psychological care immediately... fending off the other
investigators who wanted to treat your ordeal with less than sympathetic
professionalism... though not entirely believing you, he made sure the
videotape was viewed by a small group of investigators... divulging very few
details to your girl friend and her family... especially her father...
you had thought lisa was poor, but she was far from it... you'd assumed lisa's
parents were an insignificant part of her life because she never talked about
them, but her silence was the end product of a bitter falling out with her
father...a disagreement resulting in her turning her back on her dad and
leaving behind a wealthy lifestyle for one of simplicity with you... it was a
good thing that you were a kind and decent lover to lisa... she cared about...
loved you... and was willing to do anything for you including groveling to her
father to use a fraction of his fortune to save you...
according to kryshack, lisa received the ransom note the afternoon of your
second day of captivity... he figured that your kidnappers had taken a far
closer look at the contents of your wallet... seen something, maybe a photo
that tipped them off that you knew someone in a very elite and wealthy social
status... you may have been clueless to lisa's financial status but they were
not...
kryshack was pissed that your abductors used his name to scare the shit out of
you and could only guess how they knew to use it... you surmised that his
investigation was going nowhere fast by his general evasive demeanor whenever
you asked questions... he told you very little of substance other than
informing you that the state police had found the cabin they held you in based
on the info you'd given them of where you initially got lost...
...the cabin was clean... they found some finger prints but nothing matched
with any known felon in their database... the ownership of the property was
traced back to some rich guy that had disappeared about five years ago... the
title and deed for the land buried under various convoluted dealings and
consortiums the man had been involved in... even then... it was hard to
determine who really owned the land... bills and property taxes were being paid
by some management company who had never been informed that the owner was
missing and presumed dead... his estate was a legal mess which made it easy
for no one handling his vast property holdings to know exactly what was going
on...
most disturbing to you... investigators found no trace of stevie...
you stare at the folded paper...
you were lucky enough to awaken that night when you did after passing out from
the shock of your rescue... they were unchaining you... already making lewd
comments about your condition... you heard the word... the faggot word...
referring to you... and because of that... and maybe for other deeper
reasons... you made sure they wouldn't see what david put between your ass
cheeks... your unchained hands secretly removed the paper... held it... kept it
away from everyone...
you unfold it and look at it again... all you can see is the word faggot
written over her face... it's the photo from your wallet... the one of your
girlfriend... and the word faggot... that's all it takes to go back and relive
it all again... every moment in that cabin... every single moment... lost in
that place... those three days... in a trance... broken with a sudden
realization... you've got a hardon...
precum stains your jeans...
__________
several more days pass alone in your apartment... contacts with the
investigators were constant...dealings with anyone else had been minimal...
particularly lisa...
you had several beers that night... still trying to sort things out... all this
did was make you restless... edgy... you decided to do something... anything to
start to get your life back on track... something simple like get on your
computer and mess around on aol... a pastime you had enjoyed prior to all
this... it wasn't long after you signed on that you heard the chime of an
instant message arriving... the screen name you didn't recognize but the
salutation was terribly familiar...]
Uwant2hurt: hello, faggot
Bnd4tormnt: <sitting at my computer, dressed only in my boxerbriefs...
several empty beer cans around me... i stare at the screen, not knowing what to
do... staring at the words... 'hello faggot'...>
Uwant2hurt: you there, faggot??????
Bnd4tormnt: who... is... this?
Uwant2hurt: it's me... david...
Uwant2hurt: pretty shitty... what we did to you and all... huh?
Bnd4tormnt: <thinking this is some kind of sadistic trick by someone i
don't even know> i don't know anyone named david....
Uwant2hurt: come on, faggot... talk to me... i've been waiting for you to
get online for days now....
Bnd4tormnt: <growing a little more fearful> who are YOU?... why did you IM
me?.... what do you want??? what do you mean 'waiting'?
Uwant2hurt: it's me... david... you know... your fuck buddy... how did you
like the gift i left in your ass?
Bnd4tormnt: <i go to turn off the computer... wanting to escape... but
something inside stops me>
Bnd4tormnt: <suddenly my ass involuntarily clenches at the same time i
feel a stirring in my brief pouch> WHAT DO YOU WANT? how... how did you... find
me?
Uwant2hurt: chuck went to your apartment that day... had your address and
your keys...looking for info on your girlfriend...saw your computer... checked
out what was on it... chuck told me you had aol... i figured you'd be on it
sometime... been checking occasionally....
Bnd4tormnt: you're... lying... <looking around my apartment, growing even
more suspicious... fear increasing>
Uwant2hurt: why would i lie? i just wanted to chat one last time... that's
all...
Bnd4tormnt: <half expecting chuck to jump out from behind a door or
something ...getting paranoid>
Bnd4tormnt: you motherfuckers!! where are you? what do you want?!
Uwant2hurt: that's good... get it all out of your system...
Uwant2hurt: want?...i want nothing... i've had your sweet ass... played
with your cock and got paid 2 million dollars to do it... bet you had no idea
she was connected with that kind of money?
Bnd4tormnt: <speechless> everything you did...? was only about...
money....?
Uwant2hurt: that money saved your life, faggot... chuck would have sold
you...
Uwant2hurt: i'm glad it worked out for you... i'd gotten to like you.....
Bnd4tormnt: SHUT UP!
Bnd4tormnt: where are you?... where's chuck?... where's stevie?
Uwant2hurt: chuck's with me... stevie?... well.....
Bnd4tormnt: what makes you think i won't tell the FBI about you contacting
me???? they are gonna find you, you shit!!!
Uwant2hurt: well i'm not worried about you contacting anyone... i know you
have the one phone line and no cellular phone... so if you call the police... i
will know... you'd have to disconnect from aol to do it...
Bnd4tormnt: <getting angry> LEAVE ME ALONE!!!! WHY ARE YOU DOING THIS TO
ME?
Uwant2hurt: as for them reading this... i don't care... and i'm not
concerned about them tracing me on aol...this isn't my account i'm on...
they'll just trace it to a home that has been broken into....
Bnd4tormnt: what do you mean broken into????
Uwant2hurt: faggot... i am on someone's stolen laptop... if they trace
this chat... the cops will find the account belongs to some old drag queen...
Uwant2hurt: i just wanted to chat... that's all... no one gonna come and
get you... we aren't that stupid...
Bnd4tormnt: what?... what are you saying?
Uwant2hurt: i just felt bad... wanted to let you talk to me... maybe get
it all out... so you could move on with your life...
Bnd4tormnt: <in a panic, quickly getting up and running through my
apartment checking the locks on the windows and doors... when i get back and
see your message...> move on???? YOU FUCKER! you don't care about me.... so
just fucking leave me alone!!!!
Uwant2hurt: ok then... i just thought it might help you... but if you
don't want to chat...well...i guess i'll go...
Bnd4tormnt: <breaking down slowly, unexplainably drawn to keep typing>
why?... WHY?????
Uwant2hurt: why what?
Bnd4tormnt: why did you do all those things to me if all you wanted was
money?
Uwant2hurt: i thought you might like to know how it felt when it was done
to me...
Bnd4tormnt: you're lying!
Uwant2hurt: there you go again... you are so bitter...
Bnd4tormnt: YOU FUCKER!! i've a right to be fucking bitter!! after all you
did to me!!
Uwant2hurt: hey... how are you and lisa getting along?... did she see the
tape?...
Bnd4tormnt: NOO!!!... i don't know.... goddamn you!!!!
Uwant2hurt: didn't kryshack show it to the world?
Bnd4tormnt: no... he promised me he wouldn't... how do you know him?
Uwant2hurt: wow... the fuckhead was more human that i thought...
Uwant2hurt: know him?...oh... well... the third guy... you know...the one
who drove the car... you met that last night... he handled our...um...
negotiations for the kidnapping... he was the one dealing with the
authorities... he liked to taunt them...he talked to kryshack personally...
thought kryshack was an asshole... he knew we would easily get away with
this...
Bnd4tormnt: but... you... kept using his name on me... was everything
about ransoming me from the beginning?
Uwant2hurt: oh no... that first night you were on the auctioning block...
chuck's clients were gonna pay big money...not as big as we got from the ransom
though...
Uwant2hurt: good thing chuck later looked at that photo... he recognized
your girl's photo instantly... knew she was a well known heiress... how you
didn't know was kinda of sweet... you must be very naive...
Bnd4tormnt: she... never... told me...
Bnd4tormnt: tell me what happened to stevie... did you guys kill him?
Uwant2hurt: stevie?...he's alive....just that he has... well... a new
career....
Bnd4tormnt: tell me
Uwant2hurt: gonna be someone's fuck toy for the next 4 or 5 years...
Bnd4tormnt: where?
Uwant2hurt: i know the clients... married couple... kind of rough and
kinky... they'll tire of him after a time and let him go... stevie will find
himself wandering around some foreign city one day... drugged out of his
mind... he'll have a tale to tell then...
Uwant2hurt: but no one will be able to connect anything to anyone.......
just like you
Bnd4tormnt: <i silently stare at the screen... wondering how both of you
can be so evil>
Uwant2hurt: you really got lost that night faggot...you were way back in
the woods...did you know you stayed at what was left of the compound, faggot?
Bnd4tormnt: <eyes widen in disbelief and stunned amazement> what? why are
you telling me this?
Uwant2hurt: just to prove to you i wasn't a complete liar....
Bnd4tormnt: why should i believe anything you say?
Uwant2hurt: the shed was built on the site of the older structure... that
was the imfamous basement i almost died in... if there hadn't been snow on the
ground, you would have seen the old foundation...
Bnd4tormnt: i don't believe you...
Uwant2hurt: the cabin was the main house for the original compound...
Bnd4tormnt: <absently adjusting the growing meat in my briefs as i read
your word... not even aware of my growing erection...>
Uwant2hurt: i thought it brazen at first to stay there... but being
chained up and in chuck's control, i had no choice... chuck assured me that he
was assured by his benefactors that it would be ok to stay there for awhile
after the rich fucker... well... disappearead... but we knew we had to clear
out soon anyways...
Bnd4tormnt: why won't you tell me where you are? you can't hide forever...
they will find you... make you guys pay... pay for fucking with me
Uwant2hurt: i am with chuck... we have used the money we got to
disappear... without a trace... there's no real record of me ever really
existing... i disappeared years ago... remember?....
Bnd4tormnt: they know what you look like, you know.... the FBI... they
know... they saw you on that fucking tape!!!! they will find you
Uwant2hurt: faggot... how can they find someone who doesn't exist... all
they have is a dark videotape and a name...chuck has used his connections to
see to it we will never be found...
Bnd4tormnt: probably not even your real name, asshole!
Uwant2hurt: perhaps not... and perhaps i'm not even in the country
anymore... lot easier to procure these boys in some of these bumfuck
countries....
Bnd4tormnt: you're still... doing it?
Uwant2hurt: can't get it out of our system... we only sell to the elite of
the elite... pepople who are rich enough to make sure people like kryshack
never figure out what is going on...
Bnd4tormnt: you've already kidnapped someone else haven't you? YOU'RE
STILL SELLING PEOPLE!!!
Uwant2hurt: you should be grateful we are never caught... you won't have
to be humiliated anymore than you have been...
Bnd4tormnt: grateful????
Uwant2hurt: so...you haven't told me... how is sex with lisa now? you get
that cock hard for her?...
Bnd4tormnt: FUCK YOU if you think i am gonna talk about her! SHUT UP!
Uwant2hurt: that cock i got to play with for so long?
Bnd4tormnt: SHUT UP!! SHUT UP!!!
Uwant2hurt: hmmmmmmmmm... maybe you lay next to her while she sleeps...
wondering why you can't do it....
Bnd4tormnt: <glad i'm sitting alone in my apartment... at least i can be
satisfied you can't see the tears running down my face...>
Bnd4tormnt: FUCK YOU!!!!!!
Uwant2hurt: maybe you get hard as you realize why you can't fuck her...
are you hard now, faggot?
Bnd4tormnt: SHUT UP!!! SHUT UP! LEAVE ME ALONE!
Uwant2hurt: thinking about me?
Bnd4tormnt: <wanting to block your control... but... noticing for the
first time how hard i have become as we have exhanged messages...>
Uwant2hurt: are you hard, faggot?... come on...tell me...
Bnd4tormnt: what do you care, you sonofabitch!?
Uwant2hurt: i like to think of you hard....
Bnd4tormnt: well i like to think of YOU as DEAD, you bastard!
Uwant2hurt: i'm sitting here naked... thinking about all the things we
did... come on... it's just you and me....
Bnd4tormnt: i don't care what the fuck you do, you faggot!!!!
Uwant2hurt: one last time.....
Bnd4tormnt: FUCK OFF!
Uwant2hurt: talk to me faggot.. put your hand down between your legs...is
it hard?
Bnd4tormnt: <my hand already resting on my shaft... but not going to give
you the satisfaction of knowing...>
Uwant2hurt: is it hard?... let me help you... why don't you strip off
whatever clothing you have on...
Bnd4tormnt: you are not here to help me... and you don't control me
anymore!!!!! so just FUCKING LEAVE ME ALONE!
Uwant2hurt: are you in your briefs?... bet you look hot... come on... cup
your crotch... make that dick feel good... let go...let me control you one last
time... let me make you pleasure yourself...
Bnd4tormnt: stop... please... don't do this... i'm gonna sign off if you
don't leave me alone....
Uwant2hurt: you want to... don't you???... feel your cock... peel off
those briefs... nice and slow... like you are presenting your cock to me...
Bnd4tormnt: you... are sick... you bastard....
Uwant2hurt: bet it's hard and laying on that beautiful stomach of
your's... lean back... spread your legs... take your cock in your hands... show
me how you like to stroke yourself....
Bnd4tormnt: <with the several beers in me, i find myself stripping down...
but i don't tell you>
Uwant2hurt: thinking about how you let me play with you?...
Uwant2hurt: pretend you are bound... helpless again to my touch... let
your hands be mine... i am stroking you now... you are powerless to stop me...
like before...
Bnd4tormnt: stop
Uwant2hurt: feels good...
Bnd4tormnt: stop it...
Uwant2hurt: bet you got precum on your hand.... stroke it....
Bnd4tormnt: <staring at the screen, stroking my meat recalling
everything... crying as my cock hardens reading every word you type...>
Uwant2hurt: come on... you can't stop me... stroke it... let your other
hand stray to your ass... tease that hole... try to remember my cock in you...
slowly going in and out ...go ahead... i'm in control... you can't stop me...
that's it... pump that cock faster ...that captive cock... my cock...
Bnd4tormnt: STOP IT NOW YOU MOTHERFUCKER!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Uwant2hurt: play with your tits... yeah... give your cock all the pleasure
it deserves
Bnd4tormnt: <wanting to ignore you... trying... to ignore.... cock
aching... remembering those captive times>
Uwant2hurt: you are one hot man... you deserve to be tied up for your own
good... to be presented for another man's pleasure... stroke your cock
faster... come on... i want you to cum for me... one last time...
Bnd4tormnt: <suddenly stopping my masturbation...>
Bnd4tormnt: you
Bnd4tormnt: don't
Bnd4tormnt: CONTROL ME
Bnd4tormnt: ANYMORE!
Bnd4tormnt: -----------
Uwant2hurt: fine, faggot... maybe i don't... but i know that cock is
hard... and your balls are full.... and i know that for the rest of your
life... you will want to feel my cock up your ass... just one more time...
Uwant2hurt: try getting off on the thought that you never will...
Uwant2hurt: goodbye....... faggot.......
____________________________________________
Bnd4tormnt: <i try to send a message of FUCK YOU TO HELL!!!!... but aol
tells me the member is no longer online>
Bnd4tormnt: <i sign off and check my phone messages... lisa had called
several times while i was online... she wanted me to call her... i didn't feel
like talking to her right now... i grab another beer and light a cigarette...
flopping down on the couch, trying to relax... to forget the strange thing that
just happened... i sit in the dark and stare at the blank tv screen... my hand
reaches for the remote, turning on first the tv.... then the vcr... i know the
tape is still inside the player... pushing the play button, the tv suddenly
comes to life... the scene in the van that afternoon plays out...
ever since kryshack had given me the tape, i couldn't stop from watching it...
over and over... trying to understand what had happened to me... i watch the
image of david fucking me... the sound of my voice ringing in my ears now...
begging to be fucked... recalling the memory... laying on the couch in the dark
in the safety of my apartment, my hand slowly slides over my stiff cock...
rubbing... remembering....................................
END
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