Joel's Repentance (7)

Walking along the street, Joel checked his reflection in a large shop window, straightened his Armani tie, checked his spotless shiny shoes and thought to himself "immaculately gorgeous, as always". He arrived a little earlier than arranged so went to the bar and ordered himself a single Gordons with double tonic, he could reverse the measures later when Andy was buying. Joel found a nice table with comfortable chairs to sit and relax whilst awaiting Andy and the slut's arrival.

In walked Andy with the girl in tow, "Joel, good to see you, this is Amy". Amy proffered her hand in a quite ladylike manner. Joel shook her hand, saying a few pleasant words of greeting, concentrating more on projecting the smart, upmarket, charming image he knew would undoubtedly impress her whilst giving her the once over in his mind. He was looking forward to a repeat performance of the night with Sally and didn't think she'd be too hard to win over. Yes with copious charm and alcohol, here we have another pushover, thanks Andy, Joel thought to himself.

As the evening wore on Joel regaled them with his stories about the high flyers, movers and shakers that were part of his business world. Interspersed with some humour, scandal and name-dropping his conversation was quite riveting, he thought. Amy certainly seemed to be lapping it up, laughing and giggling when he said something funny, listening attentively and hanging on his every word. Joel knew he had her in the palm of his hand. Of course his invitation to come back to his plush flat was readily accepted. And they both knew what that would entail, or she probably thought she did, mused Joel. Amy was a game girl indeed, insisting that as the men had been buying the drinks all night they must let her buy the final round of drinks before they leave.

As they got up to leave the bar, Joel helped Amy on with her coat, held open the doors and carried her large brown leather bag in the most gentlemanly fashion he could muster, when of course, he had something to gain by putting on such a display. Once outside they bid Andy farewell, explaining they would share a cab in the same direction. Andy knew full well the direction they were headed together.

During the taxi ride Joel didn't attempt to grope Amy, he figured he didn't need to, and was actually quite feeling the effects of the alcohol. When they reached his flat Joel got out and thrust a handful of cash in the driver's direction, then fumbled for his keys before leading Amy upstairs. Drunk or not, this wasn't going to take long, he surmised.

Once inside, Amy took off her coat, dropped her bag onto the sofa and walked around the flat talking and asking questions for what seemed like forever to Joel. "Isn't the view lovely from the balcony at night? Is that your bedroom? Did you choose the decor yourself? Where's the toilet?" Joel attempted to follow but found the effects of the alcohol slowing his movements.

Joel tried to take Amy's arm and lead her to over the marble kitchen worktop, he'd had enough of polite conversation for one night and wanted a quick shag before bed. As he reached out for Amy's arm she side-stepped him and tripped him with an outstretched leg. Joel crashed to the ground and passed out. The effects of the mickey finn Amy had slipped into Joel's last drink had taken effect.

As Joel regained consciousness and tried to move he became aware of a sense of immobility. He had been restrained, his arms and legs tied tightly to the chair Amy had somehow dragged him up onto. His senses jumped into life, his sleepy vision suddenly focussed by a sense of panic, "WHA..", he tried to ask what was going on, the sock stuffed into his mouth, secured by tape prevented him speaking.

Amy stared at him hard with unflinching eyes as she drew deeply on her cigarette. She exhaled the smoke slowly in his direction. "Did you think I was some kind of bimbo? Is that what you thought". She spat the words towards him with venom and disdain. Her body language had changed completely. She was sitting in front of him, imperiously upright. Her hair now tightly drawn back. Gone were the flouncy skirt and boho shoes, in their place an altogether more severe, figure-hugging outfit accessorised with high heels. "You see, you really would have hit the jackpot tonight" she taunted as she leaned forward and ran her fingers up and across his thighs, lightly brushing his crotch as she did. "But no you piece of sh*t, you drew the short straw".

Amy walked over to her large brown leather bag now lying open on the sofa. Joel tensed with fear as he saw a glint of steel as she produced an open razor similar to ones he had seen only recently in his barbers shop. Amy spun round with the speed and accuracy of a tennis pro. With a swish the razor went through his Armani tie like a knife through butter. "Did I scare you?" Amy taunted as the lower half of his tie dropped to the floor.

Joel struggled to shout through his gag. "You'd like me to remove your gag would you?" Joel nodded. "Are you sure?" Joel nodded profusely. "If you insist" Amy said as she proceeded to cut the tape from Joel's mouth with the razor. Amy took a last deep drag on the cigarette and as Joel opened his mouth to speak thrust the burning cigarette down onto his tongue. As he tried to scream Amy clamped her hand tightly over his mouth. "Now swallow it" she ordered, her other hand pinching his nostrils to force him to gulp. Then she stuffed the sock back into his mouth, wrapping the sticky tape several times around his head, securely gagging him once again. "Maybe you'll think twice before asking me for something in future" Amy intoned. Joel was more terrified than he'd ever been in his life. What was this mad b*tch going to do?, he wondered.

Amy stroked his head, then reached down to cut the remainder of the tie from his neck with a quick flick of the razor. Fear engulfed him as she ran the back of the razor across his throat, down his neck and beneath his shirt collar. Slowly she cut through his shirt in a one deliberately lingering downward stroke exposing his honed torso, now glistening with sweat. After cutting away the arms and the rest of the shirt she went over and reached in her bag, walking back towards him, with whatever she had just picked up concealed behind her back. "Good, it's better when you sweat" she said, walking around behind him.

He was trying to guess what might come next when the shock of the cattle prod touching his sweating body made him let out a muffled scream into his gag. In a flash the razor was at his throat. "Ssh, be still" she whispered menacingly into his ear. Joel froze as Amy ran the back of the razor across his body and down his chest, pausing at each nipple in turn. "You don't need these, you're not a woman", she said whilst flicking the nipple threateningly with the razor. "Or maybe you are?". She leant down, undid his belt then slid the razor inside the waistband of his trousers. "Let me look" she said as she proceeded to cut away his trousers. Joel was petrified as he felt the razor enter the waistband of his Calvin Klein boxers, which were no match for the razor's finely honed blade and parted easily. Joel was quivering, naked and exposed as Amy lifted his manhood and rested it on the back of the razor. "Such a little one, you wouldn't even notice it was gone" she mocked. Joel almost feinted from fear. Amy withdrew the razor slowly, his manhood resting on the back of the razor as she pulled it clear. "Oh silly me, I had the blade the wrong way round... next time I'll get it right" she taunted.

Before Joel could feel the relief of having some distance between his manhood and the razor he jumped as she poked him firmly on his inner thigh with the cattle prod. "Oops missed" she said, "let me try again". Joel jumped and yelped into his gag as Amy poked him on the opposite thigh with the charged cattle prod. "Missed again" she said, although the stroke was quite obviously quite deliberately aimed.

Amy turned on her heel and walked over to the sofa and set down the cattle prod and the razor, much to Joel's relief. Any relief was short-lived as she produced from her bag a small old wooden box with a crank handle and some wires with large crocodile clips on the end. "You really thought I was some dimbo that you could use to get your rocks off didn't you?" Amy continued "You thought you could use me just because I happened to be doing some office temping? Big mistake. You see this box. It was given to me by my grandfather. Apparently they used to power field telephones with it in WWII. I was going to donate it to a museum but a friend told me he could make a slight alteration to it, so that instead of discharging all that energy as you wind this little handle up you can wind and wind and wind and store all that pent up energy, and then by pressing this button release it in one go, just like a man really."

Amy slowly and deliberately pulled on the long latex gloves. Joel winced as she attached the crocodile clips to his balls. He heard the whirring from the box as Amy wound the handle round slowly a few times whilst looking into his eyes, relishing the terror she saw in them. Joel waited for the pain but it didn't come.

Instead she leant in towards him, sucking on her gloved finger seductively, placing her revealing cleavage just inches from his face whilst massaging his balls with her other hand. She licked her finger then moved her hand from her mouth down to massage his manhood, stroking, alternating between long and short strokes, gentle, then firm, gripping then releasing, all the while stroking his balls with the other hand. He could not control his involuntarily large erection.

Amy removed her hands from his crotch and Joel could once again hear the whirring of the rotating handle on the box, which built to a whining crescendo as she rotated faster. After a while she stopped winding, and returned one hand to his erection. Gripping it firmly she moved her latex-gloved hand up and down along his shaft with increasing frequency. "Just... Like... A... Man..." she said. Amy let go of his manhood and pushed the button, Joel screamed into the gag as the painful shock coursed through his balls.

"You thought I was going to let you cum? Oh no, no, no" she said as she deftly tied an elasticated cord around his balls to maintain his erection. "We've only just started". She moved back to playing with his cock and balls, speeding up then frustratingly slowing and stopping before he could orgasm. She picked up the box and wound it slowly in front of his face, then getting faster and faster, this time winding for longer, all the while maintaining eye contact, a wry smile on her lips. She stopped winding, held her pointed finger aloft, then pointed at the box, moving her finger slowly towards the red button in front of his face. "Did you know if I leave it long enough before I push the button all the electricity will have discharged itself" she said. Joel felt the agonising shock between his legs as she pushed the button. "Oh... I mustn't have left it long enough" she said with a mocking look of false sympathy on her face.

Amy sat astride him on the chair reaching down to stroke his erection and balls some more. "The maggot's nice and firm now" she commented, before suddenly getting up and striding away towards the kitchen. Joel was wondering what more there could be to endure as he heard her footsteps returning.

Without warning the plastic carrier bag was pulled tightly down over his head and secured with tape. "I've seen enough of your ugly face, now die" she said in a strong and purposeful voice. Joel struggled helplessly against his bonds like for dear life, the tight ropes not giving any hope of release as he thrashed his head and body around. Amy was holding him tightly around the neck and shoulders limiting his movement. Joel's panic intensified, unable to get any air as he desperately tried to take deep breaths, the bag allowing him no air. He was starting to feel light-headed, conciousness fading, when, after what seemed like an eternity Amy poked a hole through the base of the bag. Joel breathed as deeply as his gag would allow.

"You're not going to die, I haven't finished with you yet" Amy laughed. She pulled up a chair close to him again, picked up the wooden box and lit another cigarette. With the carrier bag still taped over his head, the hole allowed him some air to breathe but still rendered him unable to see what she was doing.

Amy prodded, probed and stroked his genitals with her high heeled shoe to maintain his erection, whilst winding the box up to ever-higher intensities, alternating between shocking his balls and touching her cigarette to his most sensitive zones, each action causing him to let out a muffled scream into his gag.

Suddenly Joel felt the sharp pain of the crocodile clips being removed from his balls and heard her again walk across the room in the direction of the sofa. His life was flashing before him now, was this to be the end game? He truly did regret all the bad things in life he had done to people. Maybe bad karma did exist after all.

Amy pulled a couple of final items out of her bag, throwing the razor, cattle prod and small wooden box into the large brown leather bag in preparation to depart. He heard her once again go to the kitchen then return. Unbeknown to Joel, she had gone to get his kitchen scissors. She made a noose from a piece of rope and secured it around his neck, though not tight enough to strangle him. Then she tied the rope around his balls while stroking him to maintain his erection. She moved a small table over to his side and placed his house phone onto it. Amy then tied the scissors to the side of his chair, letting the scissors dangle from a piece of string, out of his reach but enough to make it look like a self-bondage session gone wrong. She packed everything into her bag apart from the one last item, and put her coat on ready to leave. Joel was sure he could hear her panting as he felt her high heels massaging his genitals keeping him hard.

"So, you wanted a f*ck?" she said. "How about a blow job instead?" Amy got down on her knees, took his erection and forced it into the mouth of the blow-up "sucking sheep" she had earlier chosen as the most embarrassing sex toy she could possibly find during a foray into a sex shop in preparation for this moment. She secured the inflatable sheep in place with the rope from around his balls and switched it's cheaply-made remote control onto full. Amy dialled 999, held the receiver to his mouth and pulled on the rope to his balls so Joel would groan more loudly. Dropping the phone to the floor she headed out the door, leaving the door ajar knowing it wouldn't take long for the Police to trace the abandoned call and arrive at his house.

As Amy walked out into the street she reached for her phone and typed into the keypad.

Messaging > Text > Insert recipients > Andy, Sally > Compose > "Lesson Taught" > send.

The end.

All characters are fictitious products of an over-active imagination.

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